Qin Dynasty Novelist

"How should we do it?"

In Long Xingyu, one move moves the whole body, and the power of one person shakes the situation in Xinzheng, South Korea, and Lie. In the entire Zhuxia, there is only the current Qin Wangzheng.

With the scorching sun in the sky, the time has come, and there are more and more warriors in the remote area in the north of the city. The area that few people set foot in before, is overcrowded at the moment, and the white armored soldiers are mobilized to wait for the opportunity.

The same is true for Han Yu, another tycoon in Xinzheng, the fourth son of King Han. Although rituals and music have collapsed for hundreds of years, the most fundamental etiquette still exists.

Now, King Yingzheng of Qin appears in Xinzheng. Although he is Yingzheng, his etiquette is not obvious, just like ordinary people. Although Qin State is powerful, even if King Qinzheng dies here, for South Korea, he is happy to see his success .

Maybe after Yingzheng's death, the Qin army on Chen Bing's frontier will attack South Korea, but as long as South Korea can survive, everything will really turn around. Looking at the adopted son Qiancheng who is saluting in front of him, he can't help but smile.

"Qiancheng, you are wrong!"

"It is not Qin Wang Yingzheng who appeared in Xinzheng, but the people of Qin Yingzheng. For a hundred years, the countries have hated Qin people for a long time. What can we do in Xinzheng?"

"Besides, we still have important matters to deal with. How are you doing with that matter?"

With handsome features, upright and steady, dressed in a light yellow brocade robe, with a high crown and tied hair, an invisible aura of nobility permeated his gestures, he took a deep look at Qian Cheng, and said slowly.

Compared with beheading Qin Wang Yingzheng, I have more important things to do. Some time ago, the prince was looted, and I was already very close to that position. It is absolutely impossible to return to the previous appearance.

"Don't worry, son, there will be results before noon."

Dressed in a sky-blue outfit, with a strong bow on his back and a long sword in his hand, a hint of understanding flashed across his delicate face. He saluted Han Yu again, looked up at the scorching sun above his head, and was a firm responder.

"As long as that trash is gone, it doesn't matter whether King Qin Yingzheng died in Xinzheng. Ji Wuye is dead, and there will be chaos in the night. Although the old nine is a little clever, he is fledgling, so there is nothing to fear."

The art of scheming is to look far and near, and weigh the importance. Without Ji Wuye, Xueyibao is nothing, and the old nine Han Fei's ideas conflict with the interests of the five generations of relatives, and he will help himself if he wants to.

With his hands behind his back, he stood quietly in the luxurious courtyard. Through the towering walls all around, he could vaguely see the area in the north of the city. He didn't know what was going to happen next in that area.

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"It seems that some people in Xianyang have forgotten where their glory comes from!"

The pale cyan bodyguard of mysterious light fell from the sky, and appeared directly next to the two people in Guigu Zongheng. They could also perceive the movement outside the house, and there were quite a few warriors coming from the wind, and from all over the world. .

It's nothing more than a large number of innate warriors, but under the cover of my spiritual sense, there are nearly ten warriors at the level of transforming gods, and half of them have strong aura, which means that there are four or five of them who have set foot on the mountain. A warrior of the second level of Huashen.

Warriors at that level were rarely seen in normal times, but now they appeared one after another. Their goals were very clear, and Zhou Qing was also very clear. Looking at the two people who had already looked dignified, they shook their heads lightly.

If Qin Wang Yingzheng dies, Qin will fall into turmoil. If it is manipulated by someone with a heart, no matter who it is, it is impossible to get the most perfect guarantee of interests, and it is a bad move to make Qin possibly weaken.

The current strength of Qin State is the capital for those people to run rampant. Qin State is weak, and it is they themselves who will suffer in the end!

"As light as it is, as dust as it is, it's as bright as it is!"

"Master, with your Lingxu Yufeng, it shouldn't be difficult to bring the king away from here."

It can be seen that the Ghost Valley School is very familiar with Taoist practice. The volume of "Harmony with the Light and the Dust" is the supreme mental method. If you practice it to an extremely deep level, you can integrate your body into the space between the heaven and the earth, stand upright without a shadow, and move instantly.

Coupled with the sage Liezi's wind control and body skills, based on Gai Nie's understanding of Zhou Qing, the king's safety should be worry-free.

"But it's not difficult!"

Glancing at the two people who were still chatting slowly in the courtyard below, Zhou Qing nodded slightly. If he said that he took one person to walk against the wind before last night, there was still a lot of risk. After all, the strength of the five sensed just now was even Not bad.

In a real fight, Xuan Jian was no match for them.

"It's just that I want those people to know that since they have come here, they should have gained something. South Korea knew that the king was here, but did not take any action. Attack it!"

Such a weak country pins its hopes on the accident of the king of another country, which itself has already explained the problem. If South Korea contributes to rescue the king this time, it is not certain that it will end up like Wei Yuanjunjiao in the future. As for the ancestral temple of Sheji, none of them survived.

Such actions are doomed to end in destruction.

After the words fell, the figure flashed, disappeared in place, and returned to the courtyard below.Neither Guigu Gai Nie nor Wei Zhuang responded to Zhou Qing's words. They used Guigu's secret method to sense them earlier, and there were many powerful enemies outside.

Unless both of them break through to the realm of transforming gods, even if the ghost valley is vertical and horizontal, it is equivalent to one of the stronger existences, and there is no chance of winning against the other powerful fighters.

But in Ghost Valley, the first thing they need to know is to assess the situation and make the most rational choice, which is a matter of life and death. If they are invincible, they should retreat.

"Brother, you have such confidence in Taoist Xuan Qingzi, are you worried about the life and death of those people outside?"

Xuan Qingzi was able to say what he said before, and with his ability, he was able to understand more information than them. Since he was not afraid of outsiders, their fate was already doomed.

Wei Zhuang looked at Gai Nie with a cold expression, and couldn't help but recall the scene in Guigu in his mind. In his heart, thinking that Qin Wangzheng left now, it would be the best ending for those people to return without success.

"Xiao Zhuang, they are just people who are being used. Among all the countries, warriors whose cultivation level can rival Xuan Qingzi's are all famous people like Master. It is a pity that they are so defeated."

Gai Nie pondered for a long time. In fact, those people outside were innocent. They were just covered by the mist, unable to see clearly the future direction, and they were drawn and used by someone with a heart.

In the wild king city at the beginning, there were a large number of masters and swordsmen from hundreds of families who died, which made me sigh. Now, the number of people from hundreds of families gathered here is several times higher than before. Since the king has no worries, it is inevitable to spare their lives.

However, that ending... I still couldn't stop it after all.

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"In the past, Mr. Gai Nie said to the widow that Zhuang Zhou had three swords, one is the sword of the common people, the other is the sword of the princes, and the third is the sword of the son of heaven. Can Mr. Han Fei solve my doubts?"

Stepping out, the figure appeared in the courtyard below, silently, quietly standing on one side, waiting for the end of the conversation between the two, counting, the two have been talking for nearly an hour.

Although it wasn't long, a breath of friendship between gentlemen was enough, and an hour was enough for Qin Wangzheng to have a deeper understanding of the person in front of him, and to be able to write such a magnificent book, he must be extraordinary.

The clear and bright voice echoed in this small courtyard. The green bamboos swayed, the breeze blew, and the thin leaves fell from time to time. In a pond not far away, there were even ripples.

At this moment, no one in the world would have thought that in such a dilapidated courtyard, two people who decided the direction of history were talking here. Although their voices were not loud, they were enough to shake the river of time.

Dressed in a white robe, with soft hair hanging down the back of the shoulders, a little casual, handsome brows, heroic, a pair of piercing eyes are very firm, very sharp, facial features are blooming majestic, deep breath of ten years since he took the throne precipitation.