I, the Prince of Qin

　　A bird with colorful wings flew over leisurely, landed on top of the old man's head, combed its feathers leisurely, and flew away leisurely.

　　The old man mentioned it lightly, and another colorful koi was hooked.

　　There was no movement on Mo Zhe's hook.

　　"The Son of Heaven has luck." The old man laughed, released the two fish he caught just now, and threw down the fishing rod again:

　　"The artifact of the world cannot be done. Those who do it will lose, and those who hold it will lose it. Therefore, the Son of Heaven has luck. It is not that the Son of Heaven has acquired the world, but the world has chosen the Son of Heaven."

　　The old man was fishing and chatting with a smile, and after a while, he caught another one.

　　Mo Zhe looked at his motionless fishing rod and couldn't help but feel depressed.

　　While thinking about what the old man meant by these words, he tried all kinds of ways to catch the fish.

　　At first, I said no hooks and bait, but I actually pretended to be under pressure.After all, what the old man can do, there is no reason why he can't do it.Furthermore, looking at it from another angle, he must have intentions for him to fish, and he obviously can't show weakness.

　　No matter how mysterious things are, there are traces to be found. There must be a rationale for such things as "wishers take the bait".

　　Mo Zhe poured his mental energy into the fishing rod, even fine to the point, extending to the fishing line and the tip of the vertical hook.

　　The trembling of each thread, the feeling of the hook being washed by the current, and even the occasional fish, when touching the hook with the greasy fish head, can also be clearly felt.

　　By the way, I also detected the hook of the old man next door, and found that it was no different from my own, and of course there was no mechanism.

　　With a "pop", the old man caught another fish. This time the fish was huge. When the water came out, a huge fountain rose up on the entire lake, like a mountain made of water, rising from the ground.

　　The big fish came out of the water, and the water poured down, drenching the old man's body completely, but he didn't mind, he stroked the wet white beard, hehe laughed: "What a big tail! This is a big harvest!"

　　Mo Zhe twitched the corners of his mouth, you made such a big noise, I don't know where the hook went, and all the fish nearby ran away!

　　Mo Zhe also became ruthless, extending his spiritual power into the water through the hook, spreading it out like a spider web, and even reaching into the deep sea.

　　When the mental force touches a fish, it turns into a substantial net, entangles it, and drags it near the hook.

　　This kind of spiritual power materialized, almost close to creating all things with thoughts. Around Mo Zhe, he also felt a tingling in his forehead, and the hand holding the fishing rod was a little unstable.

　　The fish, which had been entangled with great difficulty, suddenly burst out with a great force and broke free.

　　This fish... This Takuma is a fish! ?

　　No matter how the materialization of the mind is a high-end skill, it consumes a lot of money, and it will not be freed by ordinary fish!

　　Thanks to Mo Zhe's thankless attempt, he finally discovered that the entire lake, the entire water, the entire fog floating on the lake, and the creatures in the lake are all in a real and illusory realm. , far higher than magic, even higher than magic!

　　If I had to give a word to explain it, it could only be—

　　Fairyland!

　　Everything you see in front of you is an inseparable part of the fairyland. If you want to catch a fish alone, how can it be so simple, one is more, more is one, if you want to catch one, you have to catch the whole fairyland!

　　"Young man, you must have a normal mind when fishing." The old man beside him still smiled and threw the fishing rod out again.

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　　Mo Zhe calmed down, took an empty pole, and threw the pole again.

　　Also this time, there is no bait, and the hook is straight, so it doesn't look like it can catch a fish.

　　In fact, Mo Zhe doubted that even if it was a real bait and a curved hook, it might not be possible to catch fish from this fairy lake.

　　As for re-swinging the pole, it can only be regarded as an act of changing mood.

　　One old and one young continued to sit by the foggy lake and fish quietly.

　　After that, the old man caught some fish from time to time, but Mo Zhe still found nothing.

　　However, gradually, Mo Zhe became much calmer.

　　Slowly, instead of paying attention to how much others have caught, just stare at your own fishing rod.

　　The surface of the lake was calm, with faint waves, and from time to time strangely-shaped fish emerged from the water, spitting out clear bubbles.

　　The fog, the mirror lake, the quiet sky and the earth, and aimless fishing, I also feel a different kind of leisure, as if it is integrated with the surrounding environment, the lake itself is the lake, and the lake is itself.

　　Suddenly, the fishing rod in his hand moved!

　　Mo Zhe quickly pulled the fishing rod, but unfortunately, still no fish was caught.

　　But Mo Zhe really didn't care whether he caught the fish successfully, he smiled sarcastically, shook the fishing rod again, and the straight hook landed lightly in the lake without splashing the slightest wave.

　　"Young man, what do you think of this Da Qin?" the old man asked suddenly.

　　Mo Zhe always paid attention to the fishing rod, and answered without hesitation: "Live and work in peace and contentment, without worries."

　　The old man laughed and asked again, "What do you think of that little girl Ying Zheng?"

　　Mo Zhe thought about it for a moment, almost thought the old man was pimping, and suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he was referring to the governance of the country, and smiled awkwardly: "Eternal Emperor."

　　What Mo Zhe knew about the First Emperor, including what he had seen with his own eyes, plus what he had seen in the historical documents of the Epang Palace, put together, he felt that the First Emperor's sister deserved this evaluation.

　　The old man smiled noncommittally: "Since this Da Qin is so good, the little girl has done a good job, why do you still need you?"

　　Mo Zhe was silent.

　　He was not stupid enough to ask the old man why he knew that the First Emperor passed the throne to him, but pondered deeply.

　　The last time she saw the First Emperor, she revealed her intention to give up the throne. She said that one reason was that her own realm was too high, and the mundane things had become her shackles.

　　Just like a person who walks too far and too fast, those who used to walk with her have gradually lost their ability to keep up.

　　If you insist on continuing to walk side by side, you will either stop yourself and lose the enterprising spirit to go further, or you will help those who walk slowly.

　　Very helpless, but can not blame anything.

　　Mo Zhe moved in his heart and thought of a question.

　　The old man nodded slightly: "You are thinking, why the rest of Daqin, the whole country, can't keep up with that little girl?"

　　Mo Zhe did not answer directly. In fact, it is hard to say whether this question is a false proposition.

　　This Da Qin, is there really no other possibility?In other words, is it really not keeping up with the realm of the first emperor?

　　Is there anything else possible?Should we pursue other possibilities?

　　"What you hesitated is also what she hesitated. There is nothing wrong with it, but is there any other possibility? In the world, sometimes it is not a choice between wrong and right, but between one right and another Between the right and the right, make a choice. Only those who can make this choice can truly be called courageous.”

　　Mo Zhe nodded, and once again deeply felt the profound and selfless mind of the First Emperor.

　　"Young man, take her down. Prove your ability, and also prove that her choice is correct. This time, you are not mistaken, that is what the old man said." The white-haired and white-bearded old man suddenly smiled slyly A violent ♂ action.

　　"Pfft—" Mo Zhe almost knocked over the fishing rod in his hand.

　　Old man, the character is broken!The character is broken!

　　The old man laughed and saw Mo Zhe's blushing face like an innocent little boy. Although he was old, his radiant eyes became more and more intense:

　　"Haha, it's nice to be young."

　　No, it's you who is disrespectful to the old man!

　　Mo Zhe finally calmed down, but when he thought of what the old man said just now, his heart skipped a beat.

　　In the face of Shi Huang's peerless style, to say that he has never been tempted is tantamount to deceiving himself.

　　"Huh..." Mo Zhe let out a long breath, forcing himself to change his mind.

　　The old man winked slyly, pulled the rod, and another fish was caught.

　　One old and one young were speechless and continued to fish.

　　For a time, the heaven and the earth returned to tranquility, the water was as calm as a mirror amid the white fog.

　　The feeling that Mo Zhe had inadvertently grasped just now became clearer after a while.

　　The fishing rod in his hand moved, but Mo Zhe didn't care, but calmed down further and tried to grasp the feeling.

　　"Old man, I know what you said at the beginning, the emperor has luck, not the emperor won the world, but the world chose the emperor, what does it mean."

　　Mo Zhe held the fishing rod, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with joy.

　　The old man was stunned.

　　So fast! ?

　　Mo Zhe held the fishing rod in his hand, and next to the fishing rod without bait and no hook, countless fish were swimming around, and more and bigger fish gathered in the distance.

　　It is not just the Son of Heaven that has luck, but everything has luck.It's just the luck of the emperor that affects all things.

　　Aware of this, Mo Zhe opened his eyes wide, and through the thick fog, he seemed to see a landscape that he had never seen before.

　　Thousands of looming lines form between heaven and earth, and the trajectories of countless creatures are like shining silk threads, filling the entire world in front of them.

　　Each track represents each creature, they shuttle in the sky, the ground and the bottom of the water in an incomparable manner, depicting a complex and dazzling picture.

　　And subconsciously looking back, what I see myself is also a track, a circle of trajectories, glowing with golden light, which together constitute the picture between heaven and earth, which is composed of incomparable lines.

　　As soon as you move, your own trajectory will follow, and these trajectories are implicated in all the trajectories around you.

　　That's it, luck!

　　When you can clearly stare at the luck of all things, naturally, as if all the luck in the world, all the luck is gathered towards yourself.This feeling is like the whole night sky, all the meteors, all converge towards one point.

　　Mo Zhe moved the fishing rod in his hand, and his heart moved as well. He lifted it vigorously, and with a bang, the dense fog covered the entire lake in front of him suddenly swept away!

　　The golden sun shines down, and the lake water is shimmering. In the distant horizon, you can see a towering fairy mountain, colorful birds flying, and fairy homes like clouds.

　　The big lake in front of him was pulled by the fishing rod and suddenly lifted to the sky.

　　A golden dragon was fished up by Mo Zhe, with five claws accompanied by colorful clouds, and the clear roar spread all over the world!

Chapter 393 Chapter [-] Fox, you are bald

　　The five-clawed golden dragon circled in the sky, looked down at Mo Zhe, tilted his head, and slowly leaned his head over.

　　The big mouth with two dragon beards cocked, stopped in front of Mo Zhe's forehead, and his body with long golden beards swayed.

　　Its eyes are wide and powerful, and when I look closely, I find that it is wagging its tail in a small arc.

　　Mo Zhe didn't feel the danger, he tried to reach out and touch its nose, it sneezed a little, bowed its head and arched Mo Zhe's chest.