The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 826: Winning and Losing Desire [Subscribe*Monthly Ticket Request]

“Only mediocre people are curious about the outcome, while geniuses look back to see how much they can learn from this battle!”

Jing Ke also spoke up to remind the Mohist disciples.

To discuss the victory or defeat of two top masters, do you dare to publicize it or something?

Not to mention that ordinary people dare not talk about it, even masters like him and Chu Nangong dare not talk about it excessively and keep their mouths shut.

Yan Yan and Ying Qushui might not be able to defeat each other, but they are more than enough to beat them.

Yan Yan might not attack them or kill them because of these trivial matters.

This may not be the case for Ying Qushui.

As a century-old monster and a ruthless swordsman, no one knows what kind of character Ying Qushui has.

There are three realms of cultivation: senior, fellow Taoist, and ant.

Those who could be called seniors by Ying Qushui have all passed away, and there are only a few who could be called fellow Taoists by him, and the rest are all ants.

If I go to discuss the battle between Ying Qushui and Yan Yan, who knows if I might get killed because of something I say.

By then, their death will be in vain, and no one will dare to stand up for them.

What Han Fei said was correct: Confucians use literature to disrupt the law, and knights use force to violate the ban.

But when facing Gai Nie, a swordsman with a Qin background, Han Fei had to admit defeat and call the other party a hero.

As for Ying Qushui, he was a ruthless man who carried the Qin State forward in the martial arts.

Fighting alone, no one can be a match for Ying Qushui.

He has more people than others, and the Qin army of millions is his backing.

……

In the Shouchun Palace, Yan Yan slowly opened his eyes.

"How long have I slept?"

Yan Yan asked after taking a look at Shao Siming who was guarding beside him.

There was no plan for Shao Siming to answer. It was Nanyue, who was sleeping in the side room to guard, who would answer this question.

"Your Majesty, you have been sleeping for two hours!"

Sure enough, upon hearing Yan Yan's question, Nong Yu walked in and answered immediately.

"Where's Ying Qushui? After I fainted, he didn't faint?"

Yan Yan continued to ask.

"..." Shao Siming and Nong Yu were both silent.

As expected, a man remains a boy until he dies, that damn desire to win.

"After His Majesty fainted, Qushui Sword Saint was also brought back by Lord Heshang. He also fainted due to exhaustion and has not woken up yet!"

Nanyue still answered honestly.

At least for now they haven't received any news that Ying Qushui has woken up.

"That's good. I was saying it. How can a centenarian compare to a young and strong person like me?"

Hearing Nanyue's answer, a smile appeared on Yan Yan's lips.

Although I was the first one to faint, I still have to respect my seniors.

Since you have already defeated your opponent in martial arts, you should at least give him a way out and let him faint first as a sign of respect.

When it comes to social skills, you still have to rely on me!

"So, who won in the end, Your Majesty or Senior Qushui Sword Saint?" Nong Yu was still very curious.

The final battle was so grand that even the Grandmaster couldn’t watch it for long, so no one really saw the final outcome.

Maybe Shao Siming, He Shang Gong and Jing Ke saw it, but among the three, Jing Ke was the one with a big mouth, and the other two would not say much.

"Want to know?" Yan Yan laughed.

Nanyue nodded honestly.

"Go ask Ying Qushui yourself!" Yan Yan said with a smile.

Nong Yu's pretty face froze. Forget it. I'm not familiar with her. I don't dare! "The night is long. I can't sleep..."

Yan Yan smiled and waved his hand to extinguish the candles in the entire bedroom.

……

On the other side, Duke Heshang was also guarding outside the palace. As for Ying Qushui, there was also a special medical master who examined him. After confirming that he was exhausted, no other treatment was given to him.

"I've already said that this world is the era of young people, why are you still working so hard?"

He Shanggong looked at the palace helplessly, stroked his long beard and shook his head.

He also knew why Ying Qushui fought so hard.

After all, Ying Qushui is not as carefree as them. Behind him is the entire Qin State.

Therefore, Ying Qushui was carrying the entire Qin martial arts forward with his own body.

The Qin State's tribute group was made up of a few ugly people, big and small, and that was why the farmers dared to kill Bai Qi.

If Ying Qushui had shown up at the beginning, the farmers would never have dared to set foot in Qin even if they had ten times more courage.

One Ying Qushui is worth ten grandmaster-level worshippers.

As long as Ying Qushui is still alive, no one in the world would dare to attack the high-ranking officials of Qin, let alone the King of Qin.

This is the deterrent power of the top master.

You can use it, but you can’t live without it!
"Senior, His Majesty has woken up!"

Mo Ya did not stay outside Yan Yan's bedroom. He brought the attendant to see He Shang Gong. He was also curious about whether Ying Qushui had woken up.

"As expected of a young man, his strength recovers quickly!" He Shanggong sighed, but was also curious as to why Mo Ya, as the leader of the guards, came here instead of guarding outside Yan Yan's bedroom after Yan Yan woke up.

However, when he saw that even the historian had followed, He Shanggong immediately understood.

"It's still good to be young!"

He Shanggong sighed again.

Ying Qushui really lost.

At least in terms of physical recovery, the difference is not even a little bit.

"I am a little curious about how you historians would record it!"

He Shanggong looked at the attendant and asked.

"Senior, you want to check the daily records? Then I will write it down..." The attendant instantly became interested, took out a pen and actually wrote it down in the book.

The corner of He Shanggong's mouth twitched and he shook his head quickly. These historians were really hard to deal with.

But I still saw the attendant writing furiously on the paper.

"On X month X day of X year of Emperor Xuanwu, Taoist He Shanggong intended to read the daily records. The upright historian sternly refused and used his life to protect the records and guarantee the authenticity of the daily records. I hope that the successor historians will uphold this spirit!"

"..."

He Shanggong and Mo Ya looked at the attendant in shock. You are willing to give up even your life in order to leave a name in history.

"I am just too talkative!" He Shanggong slapped himself on the corner of his mouth.

I have long known that historians value fame more than their lives, but I still asked this question. How rude of me.

As for bribing and threatening the historian, he dared to guarantee that as soon as he opened his mouth, the historian would immediately turn the page and continue writing about his intention to bribe and threaten.

"If I can't afford to provoke you, can I not hide from you?" He Shanggong's figure disappeared in an instant, not wanting to get entangled with the historian anymore.

"You are really brave!" Mo Ya knew that the Bingzhou Grand Historian and Attendant Officer was very brave, but he did not expect that even Yan Yan and Ying Qushui could not make He Shanggong retreat even a step. They were actually scared away by the Grand Historian.

"The commander of the inner guards, Mo Ya, praised my righteousness!" The historian and attendant official added this sentence on the previous page.

After all, the presence of witnesses can better prove the authenticity of his historical materials.

Mo Ya looked at the Grand Historian and finally understood why this guy was so active, but still could live so well in Bingzhou and was appointed as the Grand Historian of Bingzhou by Yan Yan.

"Curious, why didn't you record the battle between Your Majesty and Qushui Sword Saint?" Mo Ya was still very curious.

The Grand Historian did not record a single word about this great battle.

"Because, Qushui Sword Saint really dares to kill me!" The Grand Historian and Recorder said calmly, "Also, this war shocked the world. Whether I write about it or not, there will be other historians who will record it."

(End of this chapter)