The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Even, he didn't hear a little bit of wind.

Looking at Lu Buwei whose face was getting more and more gloomy, a doorman said: "My lord, Marquis Chang Xin is still in the palace..."

Lu Buwei took a deep breath and said, "Give it a call!"

He didn't know that when he finished speaking, a chaos had already occurred in the deep palace!

In the harem, Zhao Ji knelt in front of Ying Zheng, begging bitterly.

Seeing his mother like this, Ying Zheng's face turned livid.

"Do you know that when the widow thought that he was loyal to the widow, he was still secretly discussing the song with Lu Buwei!"

Zhao Ji didn't speak, but still begged bitterly.

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"If it wasn't for some gentleman's suggestion, I'm afraid, the widow has already died in the hands of him and Lu Buwei at this moment, how can you ask the widow to forgive him!"

Ying Zheng reached out and broke free from Zhao Ji's hands.

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Ying Zheng glanced at her indifferently, and said, "Mother, from now on, you should not appear in front of the world. From now on, no one will appear in this deep palace!"

Chapter 2: Confucianism (3/[-])

It had been a long time since there was news from the palace, and a bad feeling suddenly appeared in Lu Buwei's heart.

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Therefore, long before Lu Buwei entered the palace, he had already met?

Another moment passed, and although the [-] troops behind him did not move at all, the retainers in his mansion, as well as the black-clothed guards who greeted them privately, were all dead or injured~.

On the other hand, those white-clothed Confucian scholars on the palace wall, although they were all bloody, there were not even a few injured.

This is simply an unequal battle!

Those people in the Xiangguo Mansion, even though they have some cultivation, how can they fight against the world-famous Confucian disciples?

What's more, before the palace wall, there is another person who Lu Buwei fears the most!

Han Chen!

This is a natural moat that prevents him from crossing half a point!

"Why hasn't there been any news yet?" Lu Buwei asked anxiously.

The doorman, who had been guarding him all the time, was about to speak when suddenly, his body trembled violently.

The doorman's eyes were wide open, his hands were tightly covering his throat, blood spewed out uncontrollably, splashing Lu Buwei all over.

A short arrow had been inserted into his throat at some point.

The doorman fell down unwillingly, and someone immediately took his place behind him, using his own body to protect Lu Buwei.

Lu Buwei looked up, and saw a young man in Confucian shirt holding a small bow and arrow, looking at him coldly.

Gan Luo! !

"Yellow mouth kid, dare to be presumptuous!" Lu Buwei's expression turned extremely ugly.

There was a doorman who was good at using bows and arrows beside him, and he immediately attacked with a bow.

Whoosh!

The long arrow turned into a black shadow and flew to the palace wall.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Gan Luo's youthful face.

Zheng!

With the humming of the bowstring in his hand, Gan Luo shot an arrow that hit the doorman's arrow.

Ding!

The two arrows collided, shooting out a dazzling spark!

The doorman's arrow split in two and fell down.

However, Gan Luo's arrows showed no tendency to be exhausted.

puff!

The doorman grasped the arrow with horror on his face. Although the arrow did not kill him, his right arm was completely useless!

Lu Buwei's face was ashen, but his whole body was cold, and he felt fear for the first time.

He knew Gan Luo, so he naturally knew that not long ago, Gan Luo was just a young man who was good at chess.

Now, those disciples with extraordinary cultivation bases under his command were crippled by him with one arrow!

A smile bloomed on Gan Luo's face, and he raised his bow and arrow to Han Chen as if asking for credit.

Han Chen also smiled slightly, quite satisfied with Gan Luo's progress these days.

Just as Gan Luo was about to speak, suddenly there was a whistling wind in his ear, and he turned his head to look, only to see the rain of arrows all over the sky, attacking him.

Whoosh!

A young man with a short beard pulled Gan Luo behind him, and swung the long sword in his hand to block the rain of arrows.

The young man's cultivation was extremely high, and the rain of arrows could not hurt him in the slightest. While blocking the rain of arrows, the young man said at the same time: "Gentleman, don't be bored. Although your archery skills have been completed, the other five arts have not yet been practiced. It takes a lot of effort!"

Gan Luo let out a long breath and said, "Thank you, brother!"

This person is exactly Xun Kuang's nephew, Fu Nian.

Fu Nian, who was holding the Tai'a sword, had a stern look on his face. After blocking the rain of arrows, he stepped aside.

The so-called six arts of a gentleman are the first things that every Confucian disciple should practice after getting started.

Ritual and music shoot the number of imperial books!

Ritual is etiquette, music is music and dance, imperialism is horse riding, calligraphy is calligraphy, calculation is arithmetic, and shooting is naturally archery!

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At this moment, these people who can stand on the palace wall are the most elite disciples of Confucianism. For them, being familiar with the six arts is the most basic requirement. As for cultivation, that is needless to say!

These people have the lowest cultivation bases, and all of them have cultivation bases above the top three!

No matter whether it is placed in the Qin State or in the world, I am afraid that there is no sect that can have such a large number of strong men. Even Luo Wang is slightly inferior to these Confucian disciples!

This is the essence of Confucianism!

Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, Lu Buwei couldn't wait any longer, waved his big hand, and shouted angrily.

"Siege!!"

........

The face of the doorman next to him changed, and he hurriedly said: "My lord..."

Before the doorman finished speaking, Lu Buwei said angrily: "Didn't you hear what the truth said?"

The doorman wanted to say that if he wanted to break through the gate of the palace, the hundred thousand soldiers would probably suffer heavy casualties, but seeing Lu Buwei getting angry, he shrank his neck and swallowed the words behind him.

Immediately, he hurriedly ran to the rear and hissed: "The prime minister has an order, the army will attack the city!"

"Here!!"

The [-] troops who blocked the main road of Xianyang City all said yes.

All of a sudden, the momentum was earth-shattering!

Hearing the voice behind him, Lu Buwei felt a little relieved.

Even if the Confucian disciples are strong, facing an army of [-], no matter how powerful they are, there is nothing they can do!

Seeing that Lu Buwei was about to attack the city, Han Chen gently raised a hand, knowing it, and immediately shouted: "Stop!"

Those Confucian disciples didn't have the slightest intention of fighting, and quickly retreated.

Lu Buwei squinted his eyes, looking at Han Chen on the city wall, with a trace of cruelty in his eyes.

"Even if you are protected by Confucian disciples, what can you do against the [-] army of the truth!"

Boom! !

A sky-shattering roar suddenly sounded and spread in all directions!

Chapter 3: Yingzheng's Killing, Palace Killing (3/[-])

rumbling...

Huge iron and wooden stakes rushed towards the palace gate again and again.

The entire palace wall was trembling slightly.

The Confucian disciples on the palace wall, as well as Han Chen and others, had already retreated to Xianyang Palace.

Thousands of palace guards loyal to Yingzheng guarded Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng was sitting on top of the main hall. Among the officials below the ranks, some were ashen-faced, some were trembling, and some looked normal.

"Liu Qing and Wang Qing seem to have no confidence in you!" Ying Zheng said, looking at the two most nervous ministers.

The two ministers who were targeted by Ying Zheng trembled even more.

"Qi... Qi report to the king, old minister, old minister..."

The minister surnamed Liu is one of the nine ministers, and he can be regarded as a high-ranking official, but now he is frightened into such a state.

Before "[-]" could say a word, Ying Zheng waved his hand and said indifferently: "Liu Qing doesn't need to say more, since Liu Qing has no confidence in the widow, then go and submit to Xiangguo! "

After finishing speaking, two guards in the palace stepped forward and erected the minister surnamed Liu.

He didn't care about Minister Liu's crying, and he didn't know where he was taken.