Daqin: Dragon Ancestor Asked Me to Be a Chess Player and Play the World

Han Xu said with a smile, "Do you still think this Zenton is annoying now?"

Both shook their heads.

Even Zhang Han didn't teach Chandun a lesson.

After all, this Chandun was calculated by the national teacher to be like this, which is really miserable.

Let him experience the final arrogance well!

The two listened to Zenton's vulgar voice, and there was no more fluctuation in their hearts.

Han Xu glanced at the two of them, smiled, and said, "Zhang Han, how is the person I asked you to invite?"

Zhang Han said hurriedly: "They didn't want to come, but after seeing the tips from the national teacher, they nodded without any hesitation."

Wei Liao looked at Zhang Han curiously, he didn't know about it.

Who is the person whom the national teacher asked Zhang Han to invite?

Han Xu nodded slightly, he looked at the whole Xianyang, and said, "Everything is ready, just wait for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, I will worship the sky and pray for rain, and everything will be done according to my deployment."

"Whether Da Qin can take the first step to change his life against the sky will be tomorrow!"

The two looked at each other, then both stood up, bowed their hands to Han Xu, and said seriously, "Here!"

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The two left, Han Xu still sitting on the spot.

With a wave of his hand, a chessboard appeared on the table.

At this moment on the chessboard, the black and white stones have each accounted for half.

The real killer move gradually appeared.

Han Xu said calmly, "Recently, the fishing reels are like cooking oil on fire. I think it's the chaotic Qin thieves who are pushing the fishing reels, but it doesn't matter, that's exactly what I want."

"And the Mo family, who didn't come, suddenly sneaked into the city yesterday... Are you trying to intervene?"

"Knowing my strength, you still dare to come to Xianyang. It seems that you have a lot of confidence behind it."

"so……"

Han Xu raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes were deep.

"Teacher, you can't help it anymore, have you started to settle?"

"Unfortunately, the first confrontation between our master and apprentice has not yet begun, and you are doomed to lose."

"The rain will fall, and the plan is based on this premise... Tu'er is invincible!"

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PS: All the foreshadowing is finally over. In fact, the author does not want to foreshadow, but this kind of story, which is similar to chess board games, must have foreshadowing, otherwise everyone will find it very abrupt. I don’t know where these people and these strategies came from. from.

Starting tomorrow, it will be a real confrontation, conspiracy and trump card game. I will try my best to write this plot, and I hope everyone can support it. Flowers, evaluation tickets and monthly tickets are all supported. *

Chapter 1 Praying for rain to come! ([-] more!)

As the night ends, a new day comes as usual.

This day seems to be the same as usual, but it seems to be a little different.

The holy place of Yin and Yang.

The first time everyone in the Yin-Yang family got up, was to look up at the sky.

When they saw the cloudless blue sky, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"How could it possibly rain in such good weather!"

"That arrogant national teacher Han Xu, today is the time when his reputation is ruined!"

"It's a pity that we can't go to Xianyang and see that Han Xu's reputation in disrepair!"

"Master Jiaoju has a sound transmission tool, so he can tell us about Xianyang as soon as possible. We only need to wait by your side to know the news of Han Xu's disgrace!"

"Hahaha, I'm really looking forward to it, let's go!"

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Confucian Holy Land.

The half-sage Xunzi sighed: "Without the image of the rain, the world will be in chaos. That state teacher, Han Xu, made a foolish move."

"Sure enough, we can only rely on my Confucianism to save the world."

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Farmhouse treasure.

The farmer's head looked at the drought-stricken countryside with worry, and his expression was full of disappointment.

"Master Qin, if you don't have this ability, don't give us hope..."

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At this moment, the same emotions appeared in every corner of Daqin.

Three years of severe drought, almost no harvest.

The people have been looking forward to the rain for a long time.

It would be fine if there was no one in the court to pray for rain, but the news of the national teacher praying for rain spread throughout Daqin, and it would be successful if it was preached by people with a heart.

Countless hopes come together.

There is no sign of rain at this moment, so the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Therefore, the entire Daqin was shrouded in a haze.

At this moment, Daqin Xianyang, the top floor of Tianji Pavilion.

Han Xu, dressed in white and white robe, looked at the whole of Da Qin from afar.

In his eyes, the top of Daqin is no longer colorful, but gray and black.

This shows that the mood of the people is very bad.

Anxiety, anxiety, worry, disappointment, and all kinds of negative emotions enveloped Da Qin.

"National Division."

Wei Liao came over at this time, his expression was solemn, and he said: "There are news from all over the place, because it hasn't rained yet, the people are full of grievances."

He deliberately made the situation lighter so as not to put too much pressure on Han Xu.

But he didn't know that the world in Han Xu's eyes was clearer than the information he inquired about.

The power of the common people is gathered in Han Xu. There is no one in this world who knows the emotions of the common people better than him.

Han Xu's expression was still calm, he said lightly: "Years of war and three years of severe drought, the people have accumulated countless negative emotions, and it is time to break out, otherwise, it will be more dangerous if it accumulates for a long time."

"Moreover, the heavier the emotional pressure, the higher the subsequent outbreak."

"Some people want the more hope, the greater the disappointment, but I want them to be more disappointed, the greater the surprise!"

Yu Liao worried: "There is no sign of rain this day, will it really rain?"

Han Xu chuckled lightly: "Have I ever broken my trust?"

Wei Liao was startled, then shook his head again and again.

Han Xu smiled, he was extremely confident, and said, "Then believe me!"

The strong self-confidence made Wei Liao also clearly feel it. Wei Liao took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty and the people from the hundreds of families have arrived, and the national teacher should go too."

Han Xu swung his large sleeves, his feet glowed, and he disappeared immediately.

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Outside the Nangong Gate of Xianyang Palace, there is a wide square.

On the square, a high platform with a height of nine feet was built.

Around the high platform, some pergolas were temporarily set up, and some tables and stools were placed under the pergola.

At this time, these pergolas were already full of people.

On the east and west sides, there are people from the Hundred Schools of Masters and the Hun Envoys.

Representatives of the Yin-Yang family, Confucianism, Legalism, miscellaneous family, military family and other forces all sat in the pergola.

Around the pergola, there are crowds of people.

On the north side of the pergola, it is the main seat, and it is the place where Daqin monarchs and ministers belong.

At this moment, all the civil and military officials have entered, but Ying Zheng has not yet arrived.

The scene was very crowded, there was a lot of discussion, and it was very lively.

Even a hundred schools of thought and a hundred civil and military officials find it novel.

After all, Rao is them, and it is the first time they have seen this kind of battle.

Lang Zhongling Zhao Gao narrowed his eyes, glanced at the scorching sun above his head, and said, "Prime Minister Li, do you think it will rain today?"

Li Si sat there, sternly.

Hearing this, he just said lightly: "How about a bet? If it rains, you will resign and go into hiding."

Zhao Gao frowned and said, "You seem to be very confident in the national teacher, but everyone knows that it is difficult for saints to control the sky. Although the national teacher is strong, it is not yet at the level of a saint, right?"

Li Si couldn't help but recall the sight of seeing the national teacher that day.

The deep memory that the national teacher gave him, now in retrospect, it still makes his heart shake.

Although he also felt that the national teacher was unable to control the celestial phenomena.

But... he always felt that this terrifying national teacher would not do anything unsure.

He snorted coldly: "If you dare to gamble, don't talk nonsense if you don't dare."