I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

A few of them did receive replies.

The content of the reply made Zhao Gao freeze on the table, his hand gripping the silk scroll.

Although the words were polite, the choice of words was extremely careful, as if walking on thin ice.

The same meaning is conveyed throughout the text.

"Lord Zhao, please don't look for me anymore. I'm afraid the Imperial Advisor will misunderstand."

Another reply was even more direct, polite yet cold in its wording: "Getting too close to you might cause His Majesty to have second thoughts."

Zhao Gao sat under the lamp by the window for a long time, then held the letter up to the candlelight.

The following year, his contact with others became infrequent.

He began to realize that those who had once stood by him through thick and thin had now taken new paths.

They no longer needed him, and dared not approach him again.

The once feared Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office.

Now he is a dance king with a nominal title, tacitly forgotten in a corner by everyone.

His new achievements were not recorded in the newly revised classics, and his name was no longer mentioned in the court.

He gradually faded from people's memories, becoming a faint old trace, covered layer by layer by new excitement.

In the third year, he stopped writing letters.

He spent more time with the dance troupe.

He personally arranged rehearsals, revised dance scores, and trained new dancers and musicians.

He found that when he did these things, his mind was much calmer than before.

Those schemes and calculations that once kept him up at night now seem to be shrouded in a thick fog, making them difficult to see clearly.

His dancing skills are improving day by day.

Xiao Yan would come regularly to help him recuperate.

That warm energy would always make his shoulders, neck, and lumbar spine feel relaxed for several days.

He is much healthier than his peers.

Their movements gradually became more agile from the initial clumsiness.

I can barely manage to do some dance steps that require flexibility.

In the rehearsal hall of the Daqin Song and Dance Troupe, the dance king already looked like he was ready to go on stage.

Zhao Gao's mood would improve whenever Xiao Yan came to help him recuperate.

That young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a tall stature.

She always had a stern face when she came, but her movements were extremely gentle.

Zhao Gao lay on the couch, feeling the warm energy slowly flowing through his shoulders, neck, and back.

Sometimes I would unconsciously squint my eyes, revealing a rare relaxed expression.

He also tried to grab Xiao Yan's wrist as the thick hand withdrew.

He said in a tone as if speaking to an old friend, "Xiao Yan, you're a good kid."

"In the entire Qin Dynasty, you're the only one who still cares about this old man. ←_←"

Xiao Yan shuddered, quickly pulled his hand back, and took two steps back.

His face turned pale and then flushed, and a chill ran down his spine.

He didn't reply, but simply cupped his hands in a perfunctory gesture, turned around and left, without even completing the usual farewell formalities.

After returning to the manor, Xiao Yan walked around the courtyard several times.

He squatted in the corner and rubbed the goosebumps on his arms for a long time.

He couldn't help but go to Qin Tian, ​​his young and handsome face slightly furrowed.

His tone unusually urgent: "Grand Preceptor, I don't want to do that mission anymore. Zhao Gao... he keeps pulling my hand and saying things that give me goosebumps. I really don't want to go."

Qin Tian was lying on a bamboo chair under the old locust tree, reading a newly compiled textbook, when he heard this and looked up at Xiao Yan.

Seeing that his face clearly said "I can't take it anymore," I couldn't help but smile slightly.

He put down the book, clasped his hands over his stomach, and slowly asked, "Xiao Yan, do you think Zhao Gao has those kinds of feelings for you?"

Xiao Yan's face flushed crimson, and his voice stammered, "This subordinate dares not speculate, but... his eyes, his hands, this subordinate really..."

Qin Tian waved his hand, cutting him off: "Don't worry, Zhao Gao isn't interested in you. He's just too lonely."

"He used to be surrounded by so many people, he could command the wind and rain, and everyone would obey his every command."

"Now none of those people pay attention to him anymore, only you still go to help him recuperate every now and then."

"Don't be fooled by his attempts to spend more time with you; it's just the last bit of humanity he has left in his life."

Xiao Yan opened his mouth, wanting to refute something, but couldn't find the words to say for a moment.

He stood under the tree, frowning, thinking for a long time, but in the end, he still didn't say "I'm not going".

He simply took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "How much longer will I have to go?"

Qin Tian thought for a moment, then raised his hand and made a five.

Xiao Yan remained silent for a moment, then sighed, cupped his hands in greeting, and turned to leave.

Qin Tian watched his figure disappear at the end of the corridor and chuckled softly.

Many people have changed in these four years.

Ying Zheng was changing, the Qin Dynasty was changing, and every corner of this land was changing.

Zhao Gao also changed, from a powerful eunuch in charge of the imperial seal to a leisurely dance king who spent his days studying dance steps.

Xiao Yan is also changing, from a naive young man who would go to brothels to grope the madam to a guard who would grit his teeth and go every few days to nourish the old man's meridians.

The title of "King of Dance of Qin" is rarely used to ridicule Zhao Gao anymore.

He has faded from everyone's sight and become an old man on the fringes of the court, content with his aging life.

The powerful cultivators accumulated by the Great Qin over the years are scattered in all directions, each with their own place and roots.

Once a person gets past the hurdle of becoming a disciple, their mind becomes more active.

Some people want to climb higher, some want to venture out, and some bury themselves in tinkering with ingenious ideas that others can't understand.

Some people don't care about anything else; they just guard that door and quietly build their own path.

Qin Tian didn't stop them.

He divided these distracted people into several groups, each independent of the others, each staying in their own place.

The first place is Qiyuan Hall.

Those who stayed in Qiyuan Hall were all those who devoted themselves to the Yuan Power Guiding Technique and thought of nothing else.

The Yuanli Guiding Technique is what they seek in their entire lives.

He studied the same set of exercises again and again, and completed one cycle of Qi circulation over and over again.

They sat there, breathing deeply, their gazes calm, ignoring politics and worldly affairs.

It's like planting yourself in a secluded little world.

Every day, he could only watch the Yuan energy within his body flow like a river, day and night.

Some people seclude themselves for months without venturing out, while others practice their internal energy day and night.

He knew nothing about politics and was completely ignorant of worldly affairs.

But when it comes to the details of the Yuanli Guiding Technique, everyone could talk about it for three days and three nights.

This group is small in number, but each member is steady and reliable.

He took each step with utmost care, without being reckless or aggressive.

They are the most reliable foundation for future breakthroughs.

The second location is the military.

The Yuanli masters in the army and the people of Qiyuan Hall are two completely opposite people.

They cultivate not for immortality, but for fighting, achieving merit, and forging a future.

They practiced day after day, honing their strength and reflexes.

They studied how to combine elemental power with the killing on the battlefield.

The military has always been known for its fierce and direct atmosphere, which becomes even more pronounced after cultivating Yuan Power.

As they practiced, some people went to the training ground to arm wrestle, and others competed to see who could lift the heaviest stone weight with one hand.

The people of Qiyuan Hall thought they were crude and uncouth, while the people of Qiyuan Hall thought they were pedantic.

But neither group can do without the other.

Without the people of Qiyuan Hall diligently studying the techniques, there is no foundation.

Without real combat experience in the military, martial arts techniques are ultimately just empty words.