Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

Chapter 45: The wish to restore the country, the novelist’s ambition, to make the Spring and Autumn Period a story!

"What do you want to do?"

"Rebellion?"

Ying Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm. He did not show the slightest bit of fear when facing the man in brocade clothes who suddenly sneaked up on him and put the entire Xianyang Palace into some kind of dream.

Dreamland!

When he realized that the atmosphere in the Xianyang Palace was not right, he reacted immediately. Later, someone reminded him that he should leave the Xianyang Palace first.

But Ying Xuan refused.

He was the Emperor of Qin. In his own palace, facing a rat that sneaked into the palace, he was asked to retreat?
What a joke!
So, the previous scene happened.

Ying Xuan was reluctant to leave, but he could not allow this rat who had sneaked into the Xianyang Palace to do whatever it wanted.

"Rebellion? No, we just want to restore our country and let the scenery of the Spring and Autumn Period reappear on this land!" The man in brocade clothes shook his head, changing his previous embarrassed look.

It was as if he was not the one who almost died at the critical moment just now.

This calmness made Ying Xuan look at him twice more, and then he suddenly said: "This is not your real body."

Hearing this, the man in brocade clothes raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but then he put on a smile again, and glanced at Ying Xuan's cuffs: "It seems that the real dragon is not simple, it can actually see through my 'customs' magical power, it's not simple!"

custom?

Information from various schools of thought flashed through Ying Xuan's mind, and then he frowned slightly.

Because this name is the magical power inherited by novelists among the various schools of thought.

Customs are collected from folk legends and discussions, and the power of people's sentiments is borrowed to make it one's own.

Simply put, a novelist can collect folk discussions and turn them into a story, using it as his own strength. Even if it is just hearsay, he can incorporate it into the story and ultimately achieve his own success.

Of course, this is not without limitations.

For example, if a disciple of a novelist describes himself as a Heavenly Saint, in the end he will not possess the power of a Heavenly Saint. Instead, he will suffer backlash and die without any warning.

To a certain extent, the novelist's orthodox inheritance is actually the highest level of making a lie come true.

What surprised Ying Xuan was that he did not expect that the person behind the chaos in the city tonight was actually a Taoist sect that had been expelled from the list of all schools of thought.

"You know the spirit dragon?"

Ying Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly realized the appearance of the man in brocade clothes. It was as if he had witnessed the true form of Linglong. He suddenly reacted and said in a cold voice: "It was you who occupied Bao Yun's body!"

The military strategist's magical power is to revive the dead!

Previously, after investigation, Yang Rui and Xia Wuqie discovered that Bao Yun had already died before Jiaye, Fu Hu and others entered Xianyang.

In other words, at that time, Bao Yun had already been subjected to the magical power of "resurrection from the dead" and possessed a corpse.

And the man in brocade clothes... was so secretive, yet so bold as to sneak into the Xianyang Palace at this critical moment, which really made Ying Xuan doubt whether the other party was capable of doing such a thing!
The man in brocade clothes was silent for a long time and then said: "...You really surprised me!"

"You are obviously just a mortal, but you have caused things to go wrong time and time again. This makes me a little suspicious. Could it be that you are the variable that those charlatans of the Yin-Yang School often talk about?"

The man in brocade clothes looked at Ying Xuan, and the strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He could not find out what was special about the latter.

Is it really a variable in the dark?

Yin Yang family!
Ying Xuan's heart was slightly moved. It seemed that the situation tonight was not only about the forces of Taoism, Confucianism and novelists... I was afraid that there were also

"So, your goal is to restore the nations." Ying Xuan looked intently.

However, the man in brocade clothes shook his head and said, "No, that was Zhang Liang and Xiang Liang's purpose, not mine... or my novelist's."

Zhang Liang! Xiang Liang!

Two familiar names again... Ying Xuan thought to himself, feeling as if there were demons dancing wildly tonight.

"What is the novelist's purpose?" Ying Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Spring and Autumn!"

The man in brocade clothes didn't seem to care at all about exposing his purpose to Ying Xuan.

And these two words say it all!
Spring and Autumn!

Ying Xuan looked thoughtful, and suddenly thought of the tradition of novelists. He suddenly woke up and murmured, "So that's it... Some novelists use the Spring and Autumn Period to write their own stories. So now we have to recreate the scene of the Spring and Autumn Period and use the prosperity of the Spring and Autumn Period to help ourselves break through and go further!"

In an instant, all the fog dissipated!

Ying Xuan finally understood why the novelist, who had disappeared for a long time and even been expelled from the list of various schools of thought, would participate in tonight's situation and even take action personally.

clap clap clap!
The man in brocade clothes had a smile on his face and clapped his hands generously, saying, "Your Majesty, what you said is right!"

This was the first time that the man in brocade clothes called Ying Xuan "Your Majesty". It was obvious that after several previous attempts, he had really become wary of Ying Xuan.

"By the way, the person who wrote Spring and Autumn into the story was me."

After the words fell, Ying Xuan was silent for a while, and then said: "The person who destroyed Qin Ling is also you, right?"

Although he did not see it with his own eyes, with Ying Xuan's cultivation level, he could sense the changes in Qin Ling even though he was in the Xianyang Palace.

If the Qin Mausoleum had not been destroyed, the Black Dragon would not have rioted, and the fate of the Qin Empire would not have been turbulent.

"Not bad!"

The man in brocade clothes nodded, and then sold out Zhao Gao without hesitation: "The one who will do it with me is the Minister of the Imperial Chariot Office, Zhao Gao!"

This self-exposure is a bit like... popping champagne at halftime!

Ying Xuan also noticed it, his eyes flickered, and he said calmly: "Do you think you have a sure win?"

"Haha, Your Majesty, don't bluff me. Although this is a fake body, I still have a little bit of self-protection ability!"

The man in brocade clothes grinned exaggeratedly, and when he raised his hand, writing brush and ink appeared, and bamboo slips floated above his head!

In an instant, the surroundings began to twist!
Mysterious fluctuations lingered between heaven and earth, and in an instant, enveloped the entire Xianyang Palace!

"Mysterious magic power, unfathomable!"

“The peak of the Xuanxian realm!”

Ying Xuan glanced around, then cast his gaze at the man in brocade clothes: "Is this your confidence?"

The peak of the Xuanxian realm is nothing compared to the entire Three Realms.

But in this human world, he is already the strongest person after the great practitioners in the Golden Immortal Realm.

However, ever since the last time the spirit dragon showed up and intimidated all the officials, everyone in the world knows that there is a real dragon from the golden fairyland beside Ying Xuan!
hold head high!
As if moved by emotion, a low dragon roar came from Ying Xuan's sleeves, and the monstrous dragon power rolled up, covering the sky and the earth!
The man in brocade clothes looked serious, raised his hand to grab the pen, dipped it in ink, and splashed it!
boom!
The two forces suddenly erupted in a shocking collision!
puff!
The man in brocade clothes coughed up blood and fell back on the spot, his body trembling slightly, and his breath dropped to the bottom.

Obviously, with his cultivation level at the Xuanxian realm, he couldn't hold on after just a little pressure from the spirit dragon!

However, Ying Xuan frowned and looked around.

The might of the spirit dragon just now...even the peak of the Xuanxian realm was severely damaged!
But there was not even a ripple in the surrounding space!

It's as solid as a rock!
(End of this chapter)