Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Two Mohist disciples were chatting while following the big hammer in the forest.

"Today is a bit bad. It's dark and cold. I can't see anything."

As he spoke, he rubbed his sleeves, as if he was a little impatient with the strong wind howling in the mountains.

Another person nodded and agreed, "It's not that bad. He's so dark that he can't even walk too fast. He can't even see a little further away."

Sledgehammer turned his head back and forth to inspect the surrounding environment, while interjecting, "So pay more attention to unusual movements, listen more and look less, and use places other than your eyes more."

"The boss will be back tomorrow, I don't want to cause any trouble tonight."

The Mohist disciple smiled bitterly and said, "Commander Tie, you make it easy, but the wind is so strong today, and we are not you, how can we hear the sound!"

Sledgehammer didn't react much to his men's less than honorable response.

Mohism pays attention to rules, but not etiquette. Although everyone has a subordinate relationship with each other, it is not to the point where one must always pay attention to his speech and behavior.

"If the wind is loud, focus on the noise that doesn't sound like the wind. As long as you concentrate, you can always detect a little bit."

Big Iron Hammer explained his thoughts to the two disciples seriously.

However, the two of them just looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

As the saying goes, when talking about truth, I burst into tears, but when it comes to matters, I burst into tears.

Sledgehammer sounds easy to say, but in fact it is based on a person's hearing being good enough.

For a person like him who is relatively accomplished in martial arts, he can easily distinguish basic skills such as listening to the wind and distinguishing positions. He can naturally distinguish various types of sounds clearly.

But it is very difficult for ordinary disciples of the Mohist family to achieve this step.

In this pitch-black environment where they can't see their fingers, they are half-blind - the so-called half-blind means they have the eyes of a blind man but not the hearing of a blind man.

If someone else had spoken like this, these two Mohist disciples would have given him a Versailles Award, but they still knew enough about their Iron Commander.

They just have no brains.

Sledgehammer didn't know the inner slander of the two disciples, and he didn't care whether they could listen to his words and deal with him truthfully.

Because he is a person with a strong sense of personal responsibility, or it can be described as macho and heroic.

Since Sledgehammer participated in this night patrol, in his opinion, this work was completely entrusted to him.

So it doesn't matter whether the two Mohist disciples can play their role. Anyway, he will be responsible for carrying the whole audience, and the brothers can just lie down and lie flat.

………………

On the other side, inside the Mo family's gantry city, Tianming, who went to bed early tonight, no longer looked like he was sleeping soundly in the past. His face was twisted, and his hands and feet were moving unconsciously, as if he had a nightmare.

Gai Nie, who was also a little uneasy and planned to come to see the dawn, saw the young man in this state as soon as he entered the door.

Gai Nie did not show any signs of panic, nor did he rashly wake up Tianming. He just silently walked to the stool beside the stone bed and sat down, with his eyes lowered and half-opened, observing Tianming.

Before waiting for a moment, Tianming bent over and kicked his legs, and suddenly grabbed his hands upwards. At the same time, his eyes suddenly opened and widened. His eyes were full of confusion and surprise, and his head and face were covered with sweat.

"Huh...huh..." Tianming woke up, but his mind was still dazed, and he was breathing heavily like an unconscious machine.

Gai Nie waited until Tianming's eyes became clear, and after confirming that his mind had returned, he softly asked with concern, "Tianming, are you okay?"

"Uncle?" The familiar voice brought Tianming back to his senses. After responding almost like a whisper, Tianming immediately called out again with a slightly trembling and fearful voice, "Uncle!"

"I...I...had a nightmare."

Gai Nie looked calmly at Tianming, who was still a little confused in his thoughts, and did not interrupt, silently waiting for him to sort out his thoughts and explain everything.

After taking a few more breaths, Tianming finally regained consciousness and began to recall the nightmare just now and told Gai Nie:

"I just... seemed to have appeared in a very strange large room."

Ganie followed his words and asked, "What kind of room is that, Tianming?"

"Just... I can't tell." Tianming kept waving his hands, trying to describe the room using both hand and mouth, "It's very big, very empty, and... there are many tall pillars, and oh, by the way, there are also doors.

, there are many, big doors, but it’s like a veil is covering my eyes and I can’t see anything clearly.”

"I can see some figures and they feel familiar, but I can't remember who they are..."

"I feel... I feel..." At the end of the sentence, Tianming's tone became more hesitant, and he hesitated for a long time before saying the second half of the sentence, "I feel like I have forgotten a lot of things."

Gai Nie's eyes became darker and darker, but he concealed it well and did not let Tianming notice anything was wrong. He comforted her softly, "It's just a dream, don't worry about it."

"You don't feel any discomfort, do you?"

"Uncomfortable?" Tianming was stunned for a moment, subconsciously touched his neck, then shook his head and said, "No, I just felt a little breathless when I was dreaming, but I'm fine now."

After a moment of silence, Gai Nie, whose mind was racing with thoughts, said concisely and concisely as always, "It's okay."

"Just go on and rest. Wait until tomorrow morning and completely forget about this nightmare."

"Oh." Tianming nodded blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After Ganie finished saying this, he left Tianming's room and returned to his own room.

Without thinking too much, Gai Nie can be sure that Tianming’s nightmare must have been caused by the influence of the sleeping curse seal.

The huge and empty room reminded him of the palaces and palaces of Xianyang Palace, not to mention the familiar but unrecognizable people.

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The contents of these dreams are all related to the past.

The only thing that puzzled Gai Nie was that Tianming was just a baby at that time. Even when he left Xianyang Palace, he was not completely out of his swaddling clothes. Logically speaking, it was impossible to remember things at all.

Even if it is a dream, people and things that do not exist in the memory should not appear, right?

Or is it that dreams have such a miraculous effect that even the deepest part of the mind and the most superficial impression from the early days of life can be reflected?

Gai Nie couldn't figure it out, and he had no intention of worrying about the dream.

He only knows one thing - he must rush to Taiyi Mountain with Tianming as soon as possible to seek help from Bei Mingzi.

It's just that... thinking of the dangerous situation that Guan City is facing now, Gai Nie can't help but feel sad.

The future of the Mo family is currently uncertain, and the next journey for him and Tianming has also become uncertain.

He is the best swordsman in the world, but... he is just a swordsman.

Some things are destined not to be controlled by a swordsman.

For Ge Nie at this time, the best person who can relieve Tianming's crisis is undoubtedly Gu Xun.

But the problem is that he hasn't figured out what Gu Xun wants to do...

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"Huh!" At dawn, he jumped out of bed like a carp. He stayed there for a long time with a tired look on his face, and finally walked out of the house with his legs.

After Gai Nie left, he began to try to fall asleep again, but he didn't know if it was the influence of the nightmare. He always slept soundly and fell asleep on the pillow. He couldn't fall asleep for a long time. After rolling around on the bed for more than a dozen times, he was still helpless.

Got up.

It was really boring to stay alone in the house in the middle of the night, and it was inconvenient to disturb Gai Nie who should have already rested, so I had to go out for a casual walk in the morning.

Speaking of which, tonight is indeed a good time to go out, because many people in the city are not sleeping yet.

Tomorrow the giant will come back with a group of anti-Qin forces. Naturally, everyone in the Mo family cannot afford to neglect, and they are busy preparing for many things.

These matters have actually been arranged one after another for a long time, but now we definitely need to check more to make sure they are correct.

The Mohists do not attach as much importance to etiquette as the Confucians do, but this does not mean that they have to be rude. There must be no lack of etiquette.

Therefore, after leaving the room in the morning, I found that Mohist disciples would hurriedly walk by from time to time.

Tianming didn't care at first, but later he discovered why more and more people were showing up?

Before he could think too much, Shaoyu, Qianlong and Aci walked around the corner of the corridor and appeared in front of him.

"Huh?" Tianming straightened his back and scratched his head, wondering, "Why don't you guys sleep either?"

Looking at this silly boy who seemed to know nothing, Shao Yu rolled his eyes helplessly and explained, "Something happened. It seems that an enemy has invaded."

"Ah!"

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The time came not long ago, in the mountains behind Guancheng City.

Big Hammer and his two subordinates carefully inspected all areas of the back mountain.

Halfway through the journey, he suddenly stopped, his head turned back and forth, and his ears trembled, as if he was listening for something.

"Commander, is there something wrong?" a disciple asked.

"Hmm..." Big Iron Hammer frowned and nodded, "There seems to be something not quite right."

The two disciples also hurriedly glanced back and forth, activating their other senses at the same time, trying to find out what was wrong.

However, the two of them did not hear anything like a sledgehammer. Instead, they smelled some problems.

"It seems... the smell of the wind is not right, it smells a bit unpleasant."

Another disciple also arched his nose hard when he heard the sound. After taking a few deep breaths, he nodded and said, "Well... something is wrong."
To be continued...