Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Ji Qiu and Zhao Wuling walked side by side.

Along the way, he learned a lot of information from the general of the Zhao family.

For example, the child named Qin Zheng did not differ much from the life trajectory he deduced.

His mother is a direct descendant of King Zhao. According to her status, she is considered to be the most noble group in the Zhao country. She has the blood of the king flowing in her body and is known as the Goddess of the Zhao family.

But, that's all in the past.

It was also the reason why Zhao Wuling's eyes looked so weird when Ji Qiu focused on Qin Zheng.

In the previous few decades, the relationship between Qin and Zhao was quite complicated, sometimes attacking and sometimes intersecting, and counting down 30 years before that, the Lord of Western Qin even went to the border of Zhao in person, intending to fight with King Wu of Zhao. Make friends and establish a marriage between the two surnames.

For some reason, the most direct lineage of the Western Qin Dynasty has always been a single lineage, except for the lord of the Western Qin Dynasty who will live forever, and will die in a hundred years.

He made a contract with the only pure-blooded descendant of the year, and a goddess named Zhao Nishang.

And Zhao Wang seemed to have a premonition that his future would encounter some kind of unknown, so for the sake of future generations, he also agreed to this matter.

The entry of the goddess into the Qin Dynasty was the beginning of a series of events that followed.

First, when Qin Zheng was born, Zhao Nishang, the Goddess of the Zhao family, was covered with nearly [-]% of the blood of the gods, all of which were nutrients, and her cultivation base was greatly reduced. Not long after that, the prince of the Qin family who had no feelings at all, and even rarely saw her face, It is strange to die.

Coupled with the fact that Qin Zheng had never awakened the divine blood when he was young, the mother and son were taken as hostages by the extremely hated Lord of Western Qin due to the sharp deterioration in the relationship between the two countries, and were sent to Zhao Guo.

Although, like his mother, the blood of the king should flow in his body.

But in fact, no matter which side of the two countries is concerned.

Their identities and status are extremely embarrassing.

Along the way, upon hearing this series of news from Zhao Wuling, Ji Qiu was thoughtful.

"Is that so"

The White Robe True Monarch looked as usual.

But in his heart, he was already planning secretly.

The two had their own thoughts, but their pace was still extremely fast.

Even though the huge king's capital is tortuous and complicated, under the guidance of Zhao Wuling, after the two of them communicated, it was a coincidence that they arrived at the destination of this trip.

King Zhao's Capital, Casting Soldiers Hall!
Famous all over the world, Ou Yezi, who once forged peerless magic weapons in Chu, and was known as the master craftsman of the world, now lives here to hone his skills.

Because of his name.

The top master craftsmen and soldier-casting masters gathered here in the entire Zhao country. The hundred-refined soldiers smelted and forged in their hands provided a solid accumulation for Zhao Tu's conquests over the years.

Therefore, even Zhao who admires the strong.

These skilled craftsmen who can forge weapons are also respected and have a high status.

After all, soldiers are state affairs, and every level cannot be sloppy. Only through rigorous forging can they show their edge on the battlefield when they are finally cast.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The huge heavy hammer struck the various ancient sword embryos that had just been shaped.

The sound of gold and iron, accompanied by sparks, can still be heard clearly even outside the huge building complex.

Wait until Ji Qiu and Zhao Wuling arrive together.

Inside the Zhubing Pavilion, bare-armed craftsmen came to meet them and brought them into the pavilion.

"The general came here today, but another war has arisen, and you want to forge a batch of weapons?"

As the general of Zhao State, it is naturally impossible for Zhao Wuling to come here for the first time.

Therefore, his actions are naturally familiar.

And the craftsman who welcomed him in followed suit and asked aloud.

In this regard, Zhao Wuling did not hide it, and went straight to the point:
"There will be a distinguished guest coming to Japan today, so I want to invite Master Ou Yezi to forge a weapon for him."

"I will discuss the details with the master myself."

"Therefore, please lead the way."

The giant carrying the heavy hammer felt a sense of oppression all over his body.

So after hearing what he said, the craftsman who led the way didn't dare to say much, so he sent someone to report, and then led the way away.

After all, this is Zhao Guo's top general, a figure comparable to the ancient man of divine blood.

The disparity in status and strength caused that except for Ou Yezi in person, all the craftsmen below didn't even have the courage to talk to him face to face.

It is already rare to be able to withstand the pressure, let alone other things.

Stepping into this magnificent gatehouse, the sound of blacksmithing can be heard all the way through.

Following the guidance of Zhao Wuling and the craftsman, Ji Qiu paused in front of a loft in the center of the casting field under the gaze of many vague eyes.

This is the most magnificent building in the architectural complex of Casting Arms Hall.

With Ji Qiu's knowledge, he can see with just a cursory glance that the weapons hanging on the wall around the periphery are all objects comparable to magic weapons, and their skills are not uncommon.

"There is indeed something real."

With restrained eyes, he nodded secretly.

You can display your work in this way on the periphery.

The famous work of such a character must be forging the Taoist soldiers with his own hands. Presumably, the forger who will not be weaker than the Yuanyang Sword is the one.

With the skeleton of the mysterious bird as the main body, if it is handed over to such a person, such rare treasures should not be buried.

Just as he was thinking, a bold and bold voice came from the building and entered the ears of Ji Qiu and Zhao Wuling:

"The general came here in person, why did he stop outside?"

"Please come in quickly."

"Lu Wu, go ahead, I'll entertain the general here."

The former words were spoken to Zhao Wuling, while the latter words were spoken to the craftsman who led the way.

After hearing this, the craftsman named Lu Wu breathed a sigh of relief, greeted Ji Qiu and Zhao Wuling as if he had received an amnesty, and then hurried away, as if he was fleeing from some scourge.

It seems that this is the owner of the casting hall.

That Master Ou Yezi who is called the 'Master of the Gods' is gone.

After only a few glances, Ji Qiu didn't pay attention any more. Following Zhao Wuling's response with a smile, he entered the attic together with him.

As soon as I entered, I felt the temperature soared instantly.

Compared with the cold outside at the end of autumn, this place is even like the hottest summer heat. It seems that there is earth fire accumulated in the surface of the earth. Ordinary people probably will sweat on their foreheads just after entering.

The light in the inner room was covered with a layer of dark red color, which was the trace left after being set off by some kind of flame all the year round.

A tall, tall man with gray hair.

At this time, he was holding a semi-finished iron blade of the sword, and seemed to be looking at it. After seeing Ji Qiu and Zhao Wuling enter, he put down the matter in his hand and turned to walk in the direction of the two.

Ji Qiu has sharp eyes.

With a glance at Jinghong, he could see that the sword embryo that was put down by the old man and was exuding a dense precious light at this time was not ordinary.

Even if the aura emanating from it was not as good as his close-fitting sword Yuanyang Sword in this world, it was not much different after all.

This is a semi-finished product of a Taoist soldier!
Sure enough, the skill is exquisite and the reputation is well-deserved!

【Ou Yezi】

[Simulation evaluation: The greatest master craftsman in the world, one of the military builders, once forged five famous swords in the world, all in the hands of one giant. 】

[He has been obsessed with the way of casting soldiers all his life, and his lifelong ambition is to cast a peerless soldier that can shake the world, and even make the sacred bow! 】

Deducing his life trajectory, one can find that in Ou Yezi's life, apart from a few turmoil, the remaining [-]% is either forging weapons or pursuing more exquisite skills.

He dedicated his whole life to casting soldiers and casting tools.

Therefore, even the bachelors of Jixia Academy who have studied this way intensively, compared with him or his disciples, seem to be pale in comparison.

"The general is here, why?"

Ou Yezi's eyes paused on Zhao Wuling for a moment, and then he looked at Xia Jiqiu again. After this glance, he was suddenly shocked:
"This looks like a young man."

"Can the breath be comparable to Zhao Wuling?"

"There is no such existence in Zhao's country. From which country is this ancient man of divine blood?"

Ou Yezi was thinking in his heart.

The giant's subsequent response gave him his answer:

"In the past, I promised Master that in my land of Zhao, he would only forge soldiers, and he would stand up for me in case of wind and rain."

"At that time, in order to repay what I did, the master cast this hammer for me. It has boundless power and has helped me kill for many years. It is an indispensable contribution. At the same time, he promised me that as long as it is about casting soldiers , you can do your best and unconditionally make a shot for me."

"Therefore, Zhao Wuling came here this time to fulfill the promise of the year, and asked the master to make a move for this great sage from Jixia!"

Zhao Wuling looked sideways at Ji Qiu, and calmly stated that the heartache that made this promise was useless.

In his heart, nothing is more important than the matter related to the king.

Short-handed and short-mouthed, this is especially true for those who really have integrity and persistence in their hearts.

The War Ceremony is the most solemn ceremony in Zhao State.

Its origin is to bury those dignitaries who are on the verge of extinction after their blood has been burned.

At the end of their lifespan, in the militant Zhao family, some people don't want to be like an ant, watching their strength fade away.

Therefore, at the last moment of their lives, they would rather end their lives with an upright final battle, like a sharp sword, rather than lying on the bed, falling into madness, and dying of old age.

Therefore, there is a war festival, which will blow the horn of conquest, recruit the most powerful warriors, and end this magnificent life with blood and sword confrontation.

In the past, many officials were like this.

but now.
But it was the king's turn.

He intends to end his life in the Boundless Northern Desert, the place where it started.

And personally smashed the war altar that was once cast to sacrifice to Tian Xingjun, one of the gods in the sky, so as to vent the resentment in his heart against the gods in the sky.

Even if he has gone mad, sealed himself in the northern desert, wandering in the vast land all day long, like a living corpse.

Can be used as a confidant under his command.

Zhao Wuling, on the other hand, has the purest attitude towards the opening of the war ceremony in the entire Zhao country.

What he did was to want the king to face the end of his life like an upright warrior and king.

instead of.
As an ant who succumbed to the blood of the gods, he knelt down at the feet of the gods again, begging for mercy!
Even if those saints have not shown up for a long time, it is the same.

That's why his attitude towards Ji Qiu is like this.

As soon as Zhao Wuling's words came out.

Ou Yezi was taken aback immediately:
"The great sage of Jixia?"

After finishing speaking, he looked up and down at Ji Qiu's appearance, his eyes changed a lot:
"Which of the princes are you facing each other?"

This well-known master craftsman staged a face-changing on the spot at this time, changing his original solemn face and showing a kind smile.

He was born as a commoner, and he has also traveled through various countries, and has seen a lot of world situations.

If there is anyone in this world who can become friends when they meet each other, then the scholars from Jixia can do this.

After all, it is the most prestigious academic sanctuary for the enlightenment of ordinary people.

Even Zhao's way of qi and blood in the military family was originally taught by Jixia and the first ancestor of the military family.

All the disciples in it are the head of the line and the first academic teachers.

There is no doubt about their personality and the morality of imparting knowledge.

Even Ou Yezi, who is known as the "master craftsman", thinks so.

He had met the leader of the Mohist lineage before, and was impressed by his attitude towards the ordinary people at the bottom, and personally forged a sword for him.

The Juzi sword, also known as 'Feigong', is comparable to Taoist soldiers, and it was made by Ou Yezi.

"Jixia, a Taoist and Confucianist, who cultivates military ink, is called Jiqiu."

"I met Master Ou Yezi."

"I heard Mo Juzi mention your name before, but seeing all the works in the hall today, it's really extraordinary."

Facing Ou Yezi's inquiry, Ji Qiu nodded and smiled, and reported his family name.

Ou Yezi's inner chamber for forging weapons has ground fire storage, rare ancient copper embryos, and meteorite iron, all kinds of elements are readily available.

In addition, Zhao Wuling mentioned inadvertently that when Ou Yezi forged soldiers, he could even attract the phenomena of heaven and earth, and the wind and rain moved together, which is rare in the world.

It is summed up with various elements.

Ji Qiu felt that if Ou Yezi was willing to build soldiers for him.

A rare divine sword carried by the sacred bone of a mysterious bird.
Even if it is to crusade against the king of blood, it is enough to think about it!
After all, Xuanniao's sacred bone came from a powerful hand that surpassed the appearance of the law and was comparable to the god of beauty.

This kind of rare treasure, even Ou Yezi, who has made all the soldiers in the world, may not have seen it before!
"It turned out to be Mr. Ji from Jixia, sorry for your disrespect."

"Since you are in the same league and have the endorsement of the general, it's nothing more than casting soldiers, so it's okay!"

After learning of Ji Qiu's identity, Ou Yezi's attitude was quite amicable.

In addition, Zhao Wuling fulfilled his promise in the past, he did not hesitate, and immediately invited the two into the inner room, ready to talk in detail.

Ou Yezi wanted to know what kind of weapon Ji Qiu was going to forge.

until--

He heard Ji Qiu's proposal to forge a divine sword, and when he saw the young gentleman in front of him revealing a corner of the black bird's sacred bone from the Mohist storage bag
Ou Yezi's complexion finally changed drastically.

"Mr. Ji"

"You are, are you going to cast a god?"

King Zhao's capital, an alley in the north of the city.

The autumn wind blows, and it is a little cold.

Most of the building tiles here are low. Although it is not a slum, it is not a place where the rich and powerful live. Most of them are settled by some ordinary wealthy businessmen and humble gentry.

In a remote courtyard, yellowed leaves fell from the mulberry elm tree.

Dressed in black, the thin boy pushed open the door of his house.

Just now at the edge of the city wall, he and Yan Dan, who seemed to be somewhat sympathetic, watched a great battle that could shake Zhao Du.

now think of it.

Qin Zheng can still vaguely remember
At the last corner, with a glimpse from a distance, he seemed to see the figure who was equal to General Zhao Guo, and at the last moment, he seemed to glance at himself.

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help shaking his head violently, giving up this unrealistic fantasy.

"It's amazing."

The complicated expression was concealed by the lowered eyelashes.

'If I can be as strong as that person, that would be great. '

He clenched his small fist a little bit, looking at the yellowing leaves on the ground, harboring humble fantasies in his heart.

"What are you doing outside the door?"

"Come in, where did you go with that boy Yandan today?"

It wasn't until a faint cold sound sounded in the yard that he woke up suddenly and replied, 'Here you are, mother. '

Then he crossed the threshold, behaved himself, not daring to think about today's events, for fear of being spotted by the exquisite figure in the courtyard, and then reprimanded.

Because, his mother never wanted him to get involved in these things.
The wooden door is opened, and the cold autumn wind blows in.

In front of the immature young man was faintly revealed, a woman wearing a purple gauze skirt, holding her hands, graceful and graceful, exuding a sense of elegance all over her body.

She doesn't look any younger.

But the face is still soft and peerless, with a special charm.

It is a beauty that needs more years of precipitation than the budding beauty when I was young, and it is difficult to describe it in words.

Upon closer inspection, the two have many similarities in their eyebrows and eyes.

Perhaps the reason why the young man's face is sharp and sharp is because he inherited something from her.