Confucianism in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 46
On April 27, in the early morning, it rained all night, and the spring was cold.

The morning mist filled the royal city, and there was a murderous atmosphere, and the entire royal city was shrouded in haze.

Shen Tutong came from the North Palace, his steps were steady and swift.

He was eight feet one inch tall, tall and strong, full of energy, with bushy eyebrows, sharp eyes, an eagle nose, and a serious face that always carried a kind of cruelty.

No matter who saw him, he couldn't help but show some respect and fear. A person like him must also need the fear of others.

Behind him are all dressed in military uniform, tall and straight, with long swords in their hands. Their expressions are cold and solemn.

As a spy directly under King Wei, he is already one of the most powerful people in this royal city.

Wuying, who is the spy of the royal family, is divided into three parts, but only they are the real Wuying, a killing machine that only obeys Wei Wangyu.

The cold sun was hanging high in the sky, and the wind carried a cool fragrance. The purpose of his trip was the North Camp of the Forbidden Army at the northern foot of the Royal City.

Outside the camp, two rows of heavily guarded imperial guards immediately knelt down on one knee when they saw him: "I have seen Lord Shentu."

The general of the Wei army headed by him is Bo She, the commander of the imperial army.

"According to the king's order, Bo She, the commander of the Northern Camp, is ordered to lead the headquarters and obey orders."

Only because of one person's will, the ancient Forbidden Palace, representing the center of kingship, was awakened again.

"Both the northern and southern battalions of the imperial guards have been mobilized, and even the royal family's secret guards have been mobilized. It seems that his planning is not in vain."

Above the eaves, a girl in white stood on the high ridge, overlooking the royal city, with a cold light in her eyes.

"Such a large mobilization and such a battle are not all within our control."

The man with white hair and purple robe beside her looked towards the palace, frowning slightly.

"Even if it fails, the price we pay is nothing more than the loss of a few people."

The girl in white's tone was flat, but exuded a trembling coldness.

"Besides, the old fox of the King of Wei may have made a plan long ago. Even if we don't make a move this time, he will do it sooner or later. Instead, it's better for us to strike first."

"Besides, that thing has already been obtained, and his arrangement is almost the same. Our chances of winning are a little bit higher."

The man didn't say anything after hearing the words, but his eyes fell on the Wangcheng below, he was silent for a moment, and said: "Since you have made a decision, let it be."

The girl in white turned around, with a hint of a smile on her beautiful face, "His plan is still somewhat advisable, but now the arrow is on the string, so I have to do it, so it's to help him."

.........

Don't ask whether the peak is high or not, and divide it into north, south, east and west.Everything is in sight, and every dust is swept away like mud.

Outside the Baimen Pass, banners and flags are flying, swords and swords are cold and murderous.

The gang members of the Twelve Feipeng Gang and the gang members of Huanzhulou stood opposite each other, with a clear distinction between them.

Yan Xiong stood alone, looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes were cold.

If he doesn't come, the end is sealed.

"It seems that I won." Yan Xiong's voice was flat, without any waves, as if he was just stating a fact.

"Since you are here, stay here."

"Master Yan is too self-confident. Even if the landlord doesn't come, he's confident if he asks me to come." Dongfang Weiming smiled, "Do you really think you will win?"

"Mr. Dongfang, don't you have a back hand?"

Yan Xiong looked at the three people in Huanzhu Tower——Han Tang, Gongsun Yu, and Mo Wuchang.

The four great spirits of Huanzhulou, except for Meng Zhaohan, the "hunter of souls and life hunters", are all here.

At this time, two more people came, the two leaders of Wuying came hand in hand-Longyang Jun and Yun Boyu.

"It's nothing to do with us today, but I never thought that the date would be brought forward." Lord Longyang said, his words immediately expressed his position.

His every move reveals a kind of demeanor and calmness, "Among you, no matter who wins or loses, someone needs to testify."

"We are just here to be a witness." Yun Boyu said.

As a result, there are three groups of people here.

"Mr. Dongfang, if you come to my Twelve Feipeng Gang, I will promise you as the head of the hall."

Yan Xiong's eyes did not stay on the two, but turned to Dongfang Weiming again, as if he really wanted to attract each other.

"If Master Yan enters the Pearl Tower, I will definitely give up the position of the landlord."

Before Dongfang Weiming spoke, someone had already answered for him.

Yan Xiong looked for his reputation, and on the mountain road he was chasing, two figures slowly appeared.

As you get closer, you can see a person sitting in a wheelchair. The person is sitting on a wooden chair with a cloth canopy. There are wooden wheels on the chair, and a young man is pushing forward Walking, so that there was a silent swaying sound on the mountain road.

"You came."

Yan Xiong came in front of him, and the others just stood there.

"If I don't come, it's against your will. This is between you and me."

Yang Gongxie laughed, but this smile turned into a cough.

Every part of his body seemed to be deforming, his voice was so hoarse that it seemed about to burst, his stomach convulsed as if being clamped with iron clamps, his whole body was arched, and his heart seemed to be bleeding.

The blue veins on his face were throbbing together, his temples were heaving and twisting, even his fingers were convulsing, he was coughing so much that his feet were shaking, and he couldn't stand still, as if he was about to cough out his lungs. It sounded like His liver seemed to be breaking into pieces amidst the sound of coughing.

The boy pushing the cart immediately took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.

Yang Gongxie took the white handkerchief and covered his mouth, coughing violently for a few moments before he stopped.

"You shouldn't come, otherwise you can live longer." Yan Xiong said.

Yan Xiong concluded that Yang Gongxie was really injured. Judging from his appearance, he should have hurt his heart, which was very serious.

His gong power is too high, and he can restrain the disease until it explodes, but no matter how hard he is, it is impossible to suppress the deterioration of the disease for a long time.

Yang Gongxie coughed again, his sick body seemed to collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, the young man was eager to help him up, but he stopped him with a wave of his hand, and this young man was Zhang Tan.

Although he is only seventeen years old, his face does not look like a young man, but looks rough and mature, so he is always seen as old.

Yang Gongxie straightened up, as calm and confident as before, he said: "You think I have been seriously injured like this, but I think you are already plagued by disaster."

Yan Xiong's expression remained the same, without any change.

Yang Gongxie went on to say: "Your forehead is black with red on the eyebrows, and Tianting and Sikong are gloomy. I'm afraid there will be trouble. I have one more thing to do this time, which is to help you solve disasters and avert difficulties."

Yan Xiong looked at Yang Gongxie with calm eyes, but it made people feel an invisible deterrent force, he didn't speak, and he didn't get angry.

Suddenly, he swung out a palm, which seemed ordinary, but contained a majestic and vast palm strength, and a layer of red light was faintly visible on the palm, carrying a scorching temperature.

But it's a pity that this palm missed, with Yan Xiong's martial arts determination, it is absolutely impossible to miss.

It was only because this palm was pulled by a strange external force that Yan Xiong's palm was already caught.

Three fingers of Yang Gongxie's left hand pinched Yan Xiong's wrist veins, and the other two fingers pinched the Taiyin Lung Meridian of his hand, Yan Xiong's figure was frozen, and cold qi poured in along the palm veins.

A ray of red light gathered from Yan Xiong's body, like a ball of crimson flames, instantly enveloped Yang Gongxie.

But in an instant, icy cold air rushed towards his face, as if the entire space was about to be frozen.

At this time Zhang Tan had already retreated far away, not only him, but everyone present also retreated.

A vigorous and swift palm was struck from Yan Xiong's left palm, and a soft and long palm was struck from his right palm.

Under his control, these two diametrically opposed palm forces merged into one body, carrying the domineering power of Yanyang True Kung Fu, and pressed towards the opponent.

Yang Gongxie drew his palms, and an inexplicable cold air emanated from his body, and the invisible gravity pulled him away, and everything around him was controlled by him.

The cold energy erupted inward like a pole, as if it wanted to absorb everything in it.

When the two tyrannical internal energies met, they were instantly withdrawn. If Yin and Yang were born together, they disappeared without a trace in just a moment.

"Your injury healed?"

"Thanks to one person, otherwise how could my injury heal so quickly."

"I underestimated you."

In the previous fight, he was able to reverse the tendons, shift the tendons around his body upside down, and thus be immune to the sealing of acupuncture points.

"But I was still wrong."

"Can you see clearly this time?"

"I think it's clear."

(End of this chapter)