The wisdom is against the sky: people in Daqin, the maid Shao Siming

"If you really can't fall down, then don't fall down!"

"May the dead hold the bamboo frame with me as the last wall."

"If you are worried about your wife and children, leave now. I will buy you some time, and no one will blame you."

The words fell, and there was silence.

Afterwards, none of the four or five hundred people present left. Instead, almost everyone held a bamboo basket and continued to walk towards the dam in silence.

At this time, Ehuang, Nuying, and Nangong Pushe came in front of Ying Chen.

They looked at the raging waves of the Wei River in the distance, and the four or five hundred dark and strong men who knew what was ahead but were still moving silently towards the dam, but were unable to stand up straight due to the pressure. Their eyes were filled with reluctance and helplessness.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we tried our best, but...but I can't do it."

Nuying couldn't help but bury her head in Ying Chen's arms, not daring to look at the silent and tragic scene, and cried unwillingly.

Ehuang also tightly grasped Ying Chen's arm, shedding tears silently, her eyes full of powerlessness.

Even Nangong Pushe, who was used to seeing life and death and was not a Qin person, was moved by this scene and his eyes became moist.

"Sacrificing one's life for the country is like returning home. That's probably all it means."

Ying Chen looked at the dark clouds in the sky and the heavy rain that seemed to stop at no time, and sighed.

Then, he suddenly smiled relaxedly, reached out his hand and gently stroked Nuying's hair, and let her go from his arms.

"Don't worry. With me here today, the Wei River won't flood, and they won't die. I promised."

"As for me, I hate going back on my word the most."

Then, under the expectant gaze of Ehuang, Nuying, and Nangong Pushe, he walked towards the Wei River.

"Senior Bei Mingzi, please lend me a helping hand!"

Facing the silence, Ying Chen whispered softly to himself.

"Mr. Ying Chen, are you sure?"

"You know, if you really do it, it will probably not succeed, and it will make both you and me weaker."

"What will happen to those assassins in Liyang by then?"

With a long sigh, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard appeared in front of Ying Chen.

"Mencius once said: 'Nothing is beyond fate, so accept it as it is.' That is why those who know their fate do not stand under a rock wall."

"He who dies in a righteous way has a righteous fate; he who dies in fetters has an unrighteous fate."

"So, a gentleman will not save me. I know this better than the Taoist priest."

Looking at Ying Chen, who spoke softly but never stopped, Bei Mingzi spoke in confusion.

"So, sir, why are you still moving forward?"

Chapter 87: A thought and the flower blooms, the sword that kills the sky, the power of the world!

Ying Chen did not answer.

It was raining heavily with no sign of stopping. Thunder broke through the sky from time to time, illuminating the dark clouds that seemed to be pressing down on the city.

When Ying Chen stopped, in front of him was the surging Wei River, the largest tributary of the Yellow River.

Due to three consecutive days of heavy rain, the Wei River overflowed and the water level rose by several meters.

The huge waves were like a trapped dragon, roaring angrily and ruthlessly hitting the dam that hundreds of farmers had worked so hard to reinforce under Ying Chen's feet.

For a moment, the dam was crumbling, and everything seemed to be mocking these people's overestimation of their own abilities.

And behind Ying Chen were the more than 400 confused people of the Great Qin.

"Master, why don't you leave? I'm afraid this dam won't last any longer before it bursts completely!"

"With your status, why do you have to treat us like one? You have more important things to do!"

"The Qin Empire can survive without us, at most it will just harvest less food."

"But now the six kingdoms have not been destroyed, the Qin Empire has not been unified, and the wishes of countless Qin people have not been fulfilled. As the only prince of the royal family, you must not get into trouble!"

The village chief's voice was extremely anxious. He looked at Ying Chen standing on the embankment and asked loudly.

Not even the people around him tried to stop him, for fear that he would bump into Ying Chen.

I'm afraid he has no longer cared about status and forced his way onto the embankment, asking Ying Chen to leave quickly.

Ying Chen turned his head and looked at the people in front of him who were wearing coarse linen clothes. Even in the heavy rain, they were still covered in mud.

Even after unloading the heavy objects, his body was still hunched over due to carrying sand and stones for too long, but he was a Qin man who was ready to die.

"It is a blessing for the Qin Dynasty to have people like you. It is also the reason why the Qin cavalry is invincible!"

"Today, you don't have to die. No one has to die."

Ying Chen's voice was serious. Although everyone present didn't know what Ying Chen was going to do, they were inexplicably full of confidence in Ying Chen.

At this time.

Ying Chen turned around and looked at Bei Mingzi, who still had a doubtful look on his face.

"Senior Bei Mingzi."

"Taoism founder Laozi once said: Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and treat all things as straw dogs. Heaven's power is great, but human power is sometimes limited."

"But, I think!"

As he spoke, Ying Chen raised his voice and pointed at the four or five hundred people.

Although they were ready to die, they would still turn their heads from time to time to look at their wives, children and elderly mothers who were still evacuating in the distance halfway up the mountain, their eyes filled with reluctance.

Ying Chen understood.

They are still full of desire for life, but they will choose to die bravely for the sake of their families and the people of Qin.

"They have given so much, even their lives, and yet they have received nothing in return."

"No, it shouldn't be like this. The world can't be like this, at least not within the borders of the Qin Empire!"

Silently sighing, "If water does not flow to the low places, how can it cultivate virtue? If the sun does not shine on the shade, how can it produce warmth?"

"Therefore, I still hope that Senior Bei Mingzi will help me with all his strength!"

At this moment, Bei Mingzi was like being struck by lightning, standing there in a daze. Even the bottleneck that he had not broken through for nearly a hundred years seemed to loosen a little at this moment.

"If water does not flow to the lower places, how can it cultivate virtue; if the sun does not shine on the shade, how can it produce warmth?"

"Yes, kindness doesn't go to the most miserable places. How can those who have lived a miserable life learn to be kind?"

“If the sun does not illuminate the darkest and coldest corners of the world, how can the people living in the darkest corners bring warmth to others!”

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is, I have always been stubborn and stubborn!"

Bei Mingzi looked at Ying Chen in the heavy rain.

Behind him was the mighty water of the Wei River.

At his feet was a group of ordinary people who had just built a simple embankment like moths to a flame.

Boom!

Another thunder rumbled across the sky. I didn't know if it was an illusion, but the rain seemed to be getting heavier!

But at this moment, Bei Mingzi seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

He bowed to Ying Chen very solemnly.

"Thank you for teaching me, sir. I have benefited a lot from it. I never thought that I would have the opportunity to break through the eighth realm in my lifetime!"

Looking at Bei Mingzi who was so serious in front of him, Ying Chen asked again: "Senior, can you wish me a blessing?!"

"You are a saintly person, so a gentleman won't save you. Sir, you should do what you are supposed to do. Why should I refuse?!"

After getting Bei Mingzi's affirmative answer, Ying Chen finally smiled.

Faced with this natural disaster, Ying Chen himself was helpless.

Even though he has mastered the power of the law of water.

But without the help of Bei Mingzi's inner strength, Ying Chen would not be able to do it at all, to create such a huge and turbulent water of the Wei River!

"I wonder what you want me to do, Mr. Ying Chen?"

Ying Chen shook his head slightly and looked at the sky.

Looking at the sky where the rain was still falling that night.

"For now, there is no need for you to take action. Let me break the sky first."

"Everything will only make sense if this rain ends first!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Qiuli sword suddenly came out from Ehuang's waist and shot into Ying Chen's hands.

At the same time, a lavender light suddenly appeared in his other hand, and a translucent, invisible purple air blade was held in his hand.

Then, Ying Chen merged the Zhutian and Qiuli swords, allowing the Qiuli sword to be wrapped in a layer of light purple invisible sword energy.

Then, Ying Chen took out a crystal ball from his pocket, with stars circulating inside it.

The next second, the stars began to flicker violently.

At the same time, a beam of light blue starlight, which could not be blocked even by the thick clouds in the sky, shone from the sky towards Ying Chen.

At this moment, the aura around Ying Chen suddenly surged.

At the same time, the purple air blade on the Qiuli sword in his hand seemed to be burning and boiling like a flame.

Then, one after another almost invisible purple air blades appeared around Ying Chen and appeared in the sky.

If someone looks from the sky, it is not difficult to find.

These illusory purple air blades, when combined together, looked like a purple lotus bud about to bloom, wrapping around Ying Chen.

After absorbing the power of the Yin-Yang family's treasure, the Phantom Falling Star River, Ying Chen himself was not clear about what level his strength had reached.

But he held back almost nothing and directly transformed all his strength into three thousand lavender, nearly invisible air blades for his own use.

Looking at this scene, the common people, the sisters Ehuang and Nvying, Nangong Pushe, and even Bei Mingzi were all shocked at how powerful Ying Chen was now.

After all, there were three thousand flying swords, and they were created using the art of Yin and Yang.

The amount of true energy consumed is definitely much more difficult than controlling three thousand real flying swords at the same time.

"This...what kind of realm is this?!"

Ehuang, Nuying, and Nangong Pushe looked at Ying Chen's back, muttering to themselves in shock.

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And at this time.

Further away, Zhao Xuansu, who was secretly following Ying Chen, felt his legs go weak and he collapsed to the ground after seeing this scene.

"This... this is the strength of the third son of the Great Qin Empire, Ying Chen?"

"escape!!!"

"This muddy water has nothing to do with me anymore. I must escape back to Liyang as soon as possible, and never appear in front of Ying Chen again!"

At this moment, Zhao Xuansu looked at Ying Chen with fear in his eyes, without any trace of arrogance anymore.

In fact, he no longer intended to participate in the plan to assassinate Ying Chen. He just wanted to escape back to Liyang, escape back to Longhu Mountain!

Even if possible, he didn't want to meet Ying Chen again in his life.

Ying Chen's overwhelming aura just now caused him too much psychological trauma.

Zhao Xuansu had just stood up awkwardly, and his legs were still a little weak.

But suddenly, he sat back on the ground in shock again.

At this moment, in Zhao Xuansu's eyes, Ying Chen looked as terrifying as a banished immortal.

He held a burning ancient sword in his hand, and then swung it vigorously towards the sky.

"One thought...Flowers bloom!"