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

After packing the things, Han Xu waved his hand.

All the formations that concealed the secrets dissipated.

Tianji Pavilion returned to normal.

He fluttered in white clothes, overlooking Xianyang City.

Although it was late at night, almost no one fell asleep because of the movement just now. Every household was lighting oil lamps and talking about the vision just now.

The power of all sentient beings gathers his body.

The vision just now, even ordinary people can understand, it is the heaven protecting Daqin, which makes the people more confident in Daqin.

Therefore, with the blessing of many wishes, Han Xu's cultivation has increased a lot.

Now he is only half a step away from being a real saint.

And if he surpassed the ninth rank, it was only more than a month.

In more than a month, he has surpassed the semi-sage and approached the saint. If this is said, it will definitely make countless people stunned.

At this time, his heart moved,

Turning around to look, he saw a clear light flashing behind him, and Ying Zheng's figure was teleported up.

Han Xu slightly bowed his hands to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng quickly took two steps forward and helped Han Xu up.

He looked at Han Xu with bright eyes, and asked straight to the point, "Have you seen the list of gods just now, sir?"

Han Xu nodded slightly.

"What do you think of the list of gods, sir?" Ying Zheng asked again.

Han Xu said indifferently: "It is extremely miraculous, God bless Daqin, all the bad influences of Yinghuo Shouxin will completely disappear."

Ying Zhenghu's eyes flickered.

He took a deep breath and said, "Sir, did you pay a small price?"

As soon as Han Xu heard it, he understood that Ying Zheng had already guessed him.

He was not surprised.

After all, he had already hinted at Ying Zheng during the day.

Moreover, he also believed that his teacher Guiguzi would definitely doubt him.

Even if he can't predict anything, he will doubt himself.

After all, the God List is too directional!

But what about this?

What he used was Yang conspiracy!

As long as the interests move people's hearts, there is no fear that the common people will not obey the orders of the gods!

And he has blocked all the secrets, even if someone finds him, there is no evidence.

I just want to make them suspect that it is my own handwriting, but they must bow their heads and obey orders.

Chess pieces, you must be at the mercy of yourself, the chess player!

Han Xu sat down, picked up the jug, and poured two glasses of wine.

He immediately picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and said lightly, "Your Majesty doesn't need to think too much, everything is under control."

When Ying Zheng heard the words, the tiger's eyes flashed.

He understood that the national teacher was indirectly admitting it.

He took a deep breath, took out a crystal clear, full of life-like medicinal pill from his arms, and said, "Guo Shi, this medicinal pill was given to the Gu Shi."

Han Xu raised his eyebrows.

He is very clear, Qin Shihuang's pursuit of longevity!

Therefore, this top-quality longevity elixir is definitely the dream of Qin Shihuang.

But Ying Zheng was able to hold back not eating, and instead he had to give it back to himself...

Is this because you are afraid of losing yourself, worrying that you have paid too much?

To be honest, Han Xu felt a little warm in his heart.

Ying Zheng, the first emperor of the ages, although he acted domineeringly and was called a tyrant by many people, he really took care of himself.

Han Xu smiled and shook his head: "Your Majesty, take it, this medicine pill has no effect on me."

Ying Zheng was still a little hesitant: "The national teacher can use it to exchange treasures with other forces, and it can also be exchanged."

Han Xu said lightly, "Your Majesty has also visited Tianji Pavilion, so His Majesty thinks that I will be short of treasures?"

Ying Zheng suddenly stopped talking.

The impact of the aura of Tianji Pavilion on him is still vivid in his mind.

He took a deep breath and finally asked, "Really?"

"Your Majesty really needs it. Daqin needs His Majesty to live well. As long as His Majesty is in charge, Daqin will not be in chaos for a day."

Han Xu rarely looked serious: "And when I plan the world, I need a tyrannical rear!"

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were firm, and he said: "The love of the national teacher, I will remember it! In the future, whenever the national teacher has any explanation, the swordsman will do it for the national teacher!"

Emperor Yinuo, unchanged for ten thousand years!

Having said that, Ying Zheng no longer delays.

He swallowed the top-grade longevity pill in one gulp.

In an instant, Ying Zheng's whole person exudes a soft light, and a powerful and surging vitality radiates from Ying Zheng's body.

The few strands of blue silk on Ying Zheng's head instantly turned black, and the whole person seemed to be much younger.

And at the same time...

With a bang, the air around Ying Zheng suddenly burst open.

The violent Qi machine immediately swept away.

Han Xu raised the wine glass, and the air in front of him dissipated immediately.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, first you have the understanding of the battle between life and death, and then instilled the vitality of the best longevity pill. Your Majesty has already crossed the eighth rank and became the extraordinary ninth rank!"

Ying Zhenghu's eyes burst into a bright light.

A dragon robe is hunting and making noises.

Rao is as calm as him, and he can't help laughing at this moment!

"Sir, the widow really doesn't know how to thank Mr.

Han Xu smiled and said, "That is to say, one person can only take the Longevity Pill once in a lifetime, otherwise I would like to help His Majesty's lifespan be pushed to infinity."

"But even so, I think His Majesty's extra sixty years will one day be sanctified."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng felt even more joy in his heart.

He took a deep breath and stood up immediately. Facing Han Xu, he actually bowed.

"The widow has nothing to say in return, sir, please accept the widow's worship."

A gust of wind blew away, blowing a few strands of Han Xu's black hair.

Holding the wine glass, Han Xu looked at the dark night and said, "Your Majesty, the time has come."

"Huh?" Ying Zheng looked at Han Xu.

Then Han Xu said lightly, "I promised Your Majesty that I would subdue the Confucianism, and now the time has come."

"Relying on this list of gods?" Ying Zheng asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

Han Xu shook his head. He put down the teacup, raised his hand, pointed to his own brain, and said, "Let's go here."*

Chapter Thirty-Seven I Will Open Heaven's Gate for the Disciples of the Impoverished Sect!Confucianism? (2 more!)

The next day.

Dawn hour.

Fu Sheng, the head of Confucianism, rode a carriage and came to the Tianji Pavilion.

After getting off the carriage, Fu Sheng looked up at the tallest building in Xianyang.

Just listening to the bell is crisp, as if it contains the supreme Tao, just listening to it, I feel relaxed and happy.

"Peerless treasure!"

Fu Sheng sighed with emotion.

This Tianji Pavilion, when it comes to mystery, is no longer inferior to the sea of ​​Confucian sacred books.

The sea of ​​​​books was built by several generations of Confucian family members who spent their entire lives.

But what about Tianji Pavilion?

It is said that it was made in one day, and it belongs only to Han Xu, the teacher of the Great Qin State!

This comparison made Fu Sheng, the head of Confucianism, feel a little embarrassed.

The efforts of several generations are actually barely able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Great Qin National Teacher!

He took a deep breath, suppressed the emotion in his heart, and walked towards the Tianji Pavilion.

This morning, the national teacher sent a message to see him.

The moment Fu Sheng came to Xianyang, he felt something in his heart. Coupled with the unprecedented vision last night, he understood that perhaps Confucianism had reached the moment of life and death.

He firmly walked into the Tianji Pavilion.

The teleportation bursts of light lit up, and Fu Sheng's figure disappeared.