From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 90: Han Fei's Law Tripod; Qin King's Death (Please Submit)
The silk door curtain was opened, and a very handsome young man walked out.

He was dressed in a white shirt, with a raw jade pendant on his waist, simple lines embroidered on his lapels, and a white jade folding fan in his hand. He was very elegant and gentle.

Han Fei walked on the blood-soaked land, his bright moon eyes scanning quietly.

"Sir, these are the Zhao soldiers we are chasing. When the guards patrolling nearby heard the noise and rushed over, they only saw their bodies. Ying Zheng and the others were still nowhere to be seen."

The old man with a gray beard followed behind him, picked up Lu Jin's head from the pool of blood, pushed aside the hair on his face, revealing his hideous, dead face with his eyes wide open.

"Lü Jin, once worked under Lü Buwei in Zhao State. His cultivation level was at the Tongjing realm, and he was promoted to the rank of Colonel."

"Twenty-three Zhao soldiers, including him, were killed tragically, and all were wounded by spears and arrows. This is consistent with what the survivors of several camps in the east said a few days ago."

"The person next to Ying Zheng is at least at the Tongjing realm."

Han Fei gently waved his folding fan, then smiled calmly and said: "A man with a spear and a bow, only twenty years old, not only fought through thousands of miles, but also destroyed the Zhao army here. I never thought that there would be such a warrior in my country of Han."

"This man is a traitor and deserves to be killed!"

Uncle Ding stroked his beard and said viciously, but Han Fei said, "This man is not bad, with extraordinary talent. I would like to meet him. And Ying Zheng, who was able to escape all the way from Handan to here, is definitely not an ordinary person."

Hearing these dangerous words, Uncle Ding couldn't help but show a little anxiety, frowning and saying: "My lord, please forgive me for being blunt, but since you returned from studying under the sage Xun, your legal principles have displeased many people, including the king, so I have sent you... here."

"You must stop being willful. This arrest of Ying Zheng is your only chance to return to Xinzheng. Please quickly give orders to seal the city gates and conduct a city-wide search!"

Uncle Ding had served Han Fei for many years, so he naturally understood what he meant by "meet".

Nowadays, the people of China are in great uproar and regard the tyrannical Qin Dynasty as the root of chaos. If Han Fei were to have any unclean relationship with Ying Zheng and his men during this troubled time, the already demoted Han Fei would have nowhere to go.

Han Fei's seemingly gentle but actually tough and stubborn heart really gave him a headache.

However, to Uncle Ding's surprise, Han Fei nodded this time and said thoughtfully, "That makes sense. You make the arrangements while I relax here."

"You're not going back?"

"It's boring to sit at a desk with a book in hand. Take this opportunity to understand the people's sentiments. Go ahead."

"Yes!"

Uncle Ding accepted the order and bowed.

After they left, Han Feifang closed his folding fan and cast his leisurely gaze at the dirt road and alley a hundred meters away...

The border city here quickly became bustling, the city gates on all four sides were tightly closed, and the number of patrolling soldiers was more than five times that of usual days.

All the inns and restaurants in the city, big and small, were searched by the soldiers, and the commotion was so loud that people were in panic.

At this time, the remote slums seemed quiet, especially around Li Ji Butcher Shop.

It was a dilapidated and spacious courtyard. Several wooden racks and chopping boards were stained with blood that was difficult to wash off over the years. It was early summer and the stench was so strong that the neighbors all stayed away and no one was willing to get close to the courtyard.

In the main house in the courtyard, Wu Fengdeng put down the wooden box and the red glass gun, and forced himself to sit on the chopping board.

"Get a bucket of water."

"Yes Yes!"

The rascal hurriedly fetched a bucket of cold water from the well in the yard. When he returned to the house, he saw that Wu Fengdeng's shirt was completely off, and his strong muscles were covered with wounds of varying depths. There was almost no good meat to be found.

Although his body was covered with wounds, Wu Fengdeng just frowned, said nothing, and turned over the medicine bottle as if nothing had happened.

The ruffian swallowed and nervously put the bucket on the ground.

Wow!
The black shawl was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the water, then wrung dry. The blood on Wu Fengdeng's body was wiped clean and then ointment was applied.

"Master Wu, let me help you."

Zhao Di saw that his back was also covered in blood and felt very guilty and couldn't bear it.

Seeing so many wounds on Wu Fengdeng's body is enough to make one's scalp numb. It shows how fierce the battle just now was. Zhao Di's eyes became red as she wiped them.

In fact, Wu Fengdeng and Ying Zheng are of similar age, but he has always been calm and experienced from the beginning, which makes Zhao Di often treat him as a peer and respect him.

When I calmed down at this moment and saw his youthful profile, I suddenly realized: He is just a child.

Zhao Di's motherly love was stirred, and she felt both distressed and guilty.

"If your mother saw this, she would be so distressed."

Wu Fengdeng's heart trembled when he heard this. A sense of bitterness he had never felt before rose in his heart, and the long-forgotten memories of Blue Star flashed in his mind.

After traveling through time for more than half a year, he almost forgot his soul from Blue Star, and even forgot how he came here.

"I don't know what I am like now on Blue Star. I should be... dead."

"It would be better if the compensation for the dump truck was one or eight hundred thousand! It would be enough for my parents to live on for the rest of their lives."

Wu Fengdeng laughed at himself inwardly, but then quickly recovered his composure, simply wrapped the wound with linen, and took out a new set of clothes from his bag and put them on.

"Go and guard the door. Tell me immediately if anyone passes by. Ying Zheng, you and your mother should find a place to rest for a while. You won't have time to rest after dark."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Wu!"

Now that you have found a peaceful place, take a good rest and recharge your energy.

Although Wu Fengdeng was a little tired, he was able to endure it. It was common to go without sleep for three to five days on the battlefield, so this little fatigue was nothing.

What is really important is to seize the time to restore qi and blood!

In the battle with Lu Jin and others, in order to quickly end the battle, he spent his energy and blood like sprinkling beans, and had already exhausted all his energy.

So he took advantage of this free time to practice the new version of the military attack technique and devoted himself to cultivating it in the courtyard.

This continued until the late afternoon, when as the last wave of qi and blood subsided, Wu Fengdeng finally replenished his qi and blood again.

huh~~
This gives me a sense of security.

dong dong!

Just at this moment, there were two knocks on the door. The rascal sitting on the ground quickly stuck out his butt and looked through the small crack under the door.

"Master, Master, it's not a soldier, it's a woman!"

"woman?"

Wu Fengdeng felt puzzled and winked at the ruffian.

"Who is it? We're not selling meat today!"

He understood and shouted at the top of his voice.

dong dong!

There was no answer from the outside of the door, just two knocks.

Wu Fengdeng's eyes suddenly became sharp and he pointed his gun into the distance.

"Open the door."

The rascal had no choice but to open the door a crack with trembling hands, and then quickly shrank to the side.

欻!
The tip of the gun shot out at high speed and just hit the crack of the door, which was extremely tricky and deadly.

A little wind blew up her hair, and the pair of moon-like eyes were reflected in the scarlet spear tip. The visitor smiled calmly.

"Why are you so angry?"

Wu Fengdeng looked at the "woman" that the rascal was talking about. She was indeed incredibly beautiful. She was dressed in silk and satin, and must be from a wealthy family.

"Who are you?"

"I am Han Fei, and I am honored to meet Master Wu." "Han Fei..."

Wu Fengdeng frowned slightly, then without saying a word, he made a lightning-fast move, grabbed the collar and pulled him in.

"Oh, a food box! There's a food box!"

……

In Wu Fengdeng's memory, Han Fei's image labels are nothing more than "the culmination of Legalism", "Prince of Han", "taught by Xunzi", "died in prison", etc., which are very different from the handsome young man in front of him, who speaks calmly and humorously.

He didn't know how Han Fei found this place, nor did he understand why he came alone and brought a food box with everything from wine to vegetables and steamed buns, as if he was meeting an old friend.

However, Wu Fengdeng still asked the ruffian to guard the gate of the courtyard. If there was any disturbance, the Korean young man would be his hostage.

The heart of defense is indispensable!

"Mr. Wu, do you think I'm here to take your property?"

Han Fei filled four wine glasses and smiled warmly.

"How do you know my name?"

In response to Wu Fengdeng's question, Han Fei said, "Your image as a young man in fine clothes and riding a horse has long been known. Today, you killed Zhao State's Lü Jin and others. The gunshot wounds and arrow wounds coexist. It's hard not to remind people of Yang Jianwen's beloved disciple Wu Fengdeng, who has recently become famous."

"Beloved disciple?"

"Is not it?"

"...So be it."

From the Red Glass Spear, the Wind-Tearing Bow, to the Red Lotus Karma Fire, and then to the new version of the Art of War, Wu Fengdeng indeed learned a lot from Yang Jianwen. Although they were not master and disciple in name, they were in reality.

"Just tell me why you are here today." As he spoke, Wu Fengdeng looked back at the golden clouds in the west.

Han Fei took a sip of rice wine and said slowly, "Master Wu, you don't have to wait until dark. The four city gates have long been strictly prohibited from entering and leaving, and each gate is guarded by at least three people above the Jingtong realm. You can't rush out."

Hearing this, Wu Fengdeng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he was so meticulous.

"I came here this time to escort you out of the city."

despair!
The folding fan tapped gently on the table, like a stone falling into the water, stirring up a thousand waves.

"Qin and the Six Nations Alliance are at loggerheads. Are you planning treason?"

Wu Fengdeng suddenly became interested and wanted to hear what Han Fei was planning.

"Treason...like yes."

There was a hint of bitterness between his brows, and he said slowly: "My lifelong ideal cannot be realized. If I am exiled here and feel depressed and frustrated, I can't do anything about it."

"Among the seven kingdoms, Korea has been plagued by problems for a long time, and the problem of aristocratic families is particularly serious. I returned from studying under my mentor, and as a prince, I took it as my responsibility to revitalize the country."

"But no one understands me, no one supports me, and I have the ambition to serve my country, but I am suspected and framed. All my knowledge has just rotted away in the dust."

"Your ideal..."

Wu Fengdeng couldn't help but recall the battlefield that day, his remarks when he parted with Jing Ke, and his bright and determined eyes in the rippling water.

In addition, Yang Jianwen had been committed to the Zhenxing family for many years, and Wang Hu from Guyang County had stepped in to expose the crimes of Xu Tailai and others.

Their ideals are different, but they are all willing to sacrifice their lives for them.

Isn't this also my own survival philosophy?
Han Fei's fair face was slightly flushed, as if he was drunk. He exhaled and said, "The noble families are superior to the common people. The martial arts of various schools of thought are forbidden. The nature of the common people is evil. They act lawlessly and bully the weak."

"But you know that everything in the world is taken from the people's livelihood. If there is no law or restraint like this, the land of China will be destroyed by one hand one day!"

"My ideal is to rule the world by law!"

"The people have their own laws, the military have their own laws, and the nobles have their own laws. Laws are used to bind people, just as a sword and its scabbard bind its edge, and a spear and its shield have their own offense and defense."

"Only by using the law to restrain people and the law to restrain the military can we ensure that the cycle is in moderation and that life continues forever."

The wine glass fell on the table, and the turbid white rice wine splashed up. Han Fei was already slightly tipsy.

"To govern the world, one must first govern a country. But I can't even control my own country, so how can I talk about ideals?"

He looked a little sad, which showed his sadness at being frustrated.

Wu Fengdeng understood and said calmly: "So you want to realize your ideals in Qin State, so you decided to let us go."

"Yes."

Han Fei stared at Ying Zheng in front of him and said slowly: "The Qin State has been strong for six generations, and it is definitely not something that came out of thin air! During the time of King Xiaogong, the legalist predecessor Shang Jun was committed to reform, which is what I yearn for!"

"Only good soil can bear fruit. Ying Zheng, let me ask you, if you return to the country and ascend the throne, will you allow me to show my talents?"

"Not all that you have learned in your life is in the 'law'. You can forge the Divine Land Law Tripod, constrain the martial arts, and embed the Qin Kingdom's national destiny. It will definitely become your autocratic consciousness and help you unify the country."

"Then the whole of China will belong to you, and no one will be able to shake your rule! The order under the throne must be governed by law!"

Han Fei did not want to rebel, but Han State had disappointed him so much that between blind loyalty and making his will clear, he had no choice but to make his will clear.

Facing his fiery eyes, Ying Zheng looked straight at him, breathing a little faster. Every word he said was deafening and shocked him mentally.

After a long silence, he pursed his lips and nodded: "Okay."

Han Fei smiled and waved his folding fan vigorously. The breeze blew away all the drunkenness on his face.

"It's settled! I'll escort you out of the city tonight, and you'll ascend the throne and be king."

Wu Fengdeng left the table, leaving only Ying Zheng and Han Fei, princes of the same country, conversing with each other.

Ying Zheng's ambition had been aroused, and Han Fei's ideal of the rule of law was also strong. The two were so compatible that they felt like they had met too late.

Wu Fengdeng felt that he was not interested, so he sat in front of the door and stared at the darkening sky, lost in thought and dazed.

"Han Fei doesn't seem to be lying. And historically, the two men did work together for a period of time. Although there are big differences here, they are basically the same, so there is no need to worry that this is his trick."

"In that case, we can leave the city tonight. Going west, we will reach the Qin territory and see Qiyu."

"Then wait for Ying Zheng to swing his sword across the world, return to the battlefield, and become stronger!"

……

Qin State, Xianyang.

The clouds were thick and low tonight, making it almost suffocating. The magnificent palace was shrouded in black water, with only vague outlines and dots of orange candlelight remaining.

The king's bedroom.

A group of eunuchs in black, ministers and concubines knelt in front of the door, trembling and terrified.

The bedroom door was tightly closed, and several traces of fairyland aura shrouded the surroundings, isolating the space and spiritual energy, as if they had never existed.

Boom~~
Suddenly there was a loud thunder, as heavy as the cough of a dying god, and then the sky slowly collapsed.

squeak~
A hunchbacked eunuch opened the door, tears streaming down his face, and fell to his knees.

"My king, collapse!"

Wow! !

In an instant, heavy rain came, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The heavy rain curtain crushed the backs of everyone present, and the sound of grief rose in the rainy night.

The most mournful and sad one was the man in the black and gold robe, who screamed at the top of his lungs, but if you looked closely, you could see the trembling curve that could hardly be concealed.

"Father!"

(End of this chapter)