Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Three Daqin Chief Halberd
The huge black dragon's fortune slowly dissipated. The young charioteer raised his arm, and his clothes were pierced. Even his body was pierced with tooth marks. His face was pale due to blood loss, and he staggered to the ground.
The old man in linen clothes with a gentle smile said:
"Is this what you call harmless luck?"
The old man blinked and said, "If you don't get involved, wouldn't it be harmless?"
Young charioteer: "..."
I'm sorry, Master.
I really want to tie him up and give him a good beating.
The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly. He felt that what he saw and felt along the way with the young man was extremely vivid, and it was far more interesting than what he had experienced at the library in the capital of Zhou Dynasty. After bandaging the young man, he sat down
On the ground, on both sides of the campfire, he asked casual questions as a test.
This has happened in the past.
It’s just that today is particularly long. After a night, when the sun rises in the sky, in the important place of Hangu, the Great Zhou Bookkeeper and the Master’s disciples sit opposite each other, and the fate of the Black Dragon of Great Qin disperses. I don’t know why, it seems to be a coincidence, and it seems to be precisely because of it.
Under the influence of the Qi machine, a wisp of purple energy flowed out from the east, and then spread out in an unprecedentedly vast and majestic way.
The old man stroking his beard in front of Hangu Pass suddenly asked:
"In these days, I have learned everything you have learned."
"Only one last question left."
"Young Master Yuan, let me ask you this: a human being is like water, its flow is unpredictable. It takes advantage of the situation and does not compete with the world. Therefore, if everyone is strong and unable to defeat it, what should be done?"
The old man smiled.
The young chariot noticed the old man's solemnity.
Sitting on the ground with a solemn and calm expression, he replied:
"No, the human heart is like a strong heart. This heart is like a stone and cannot be turned around."
"This heart is not like water; it neither retreats nor avoids."
"What if we encounter the calamity of life and death and the world is in turmoil?"
The young man replied: "If you kill yourself to achieve your benevolence, if you don't seek life, you will harm your benevolence."
The old man was stunned, then he laughed out loud, shook his head freely, and there was a hint of emotion in his words:
"Confucius, you have good disciples."
The young man was silent for a while and said:
"We have arrived in front of Hangu Pass, and the next step is Hu Di."
"Where are you going?!"
The old man didn't look back and said with a smile: "Continue to leave the seclusion before I, this old guy, dies."
"I still have to meet a child."
The young man was stunned: "Huh?"
The old man sighed: "The world is as dark as a long night. I once saw Confucius, and Confucius once saw me."
"Know that I am not alone."
"In this era of broken rites and broken music, everything is dark, and the only things worth looking at are a few people."
"I originally thought that it would be a good thing to leave the world alone, but after this incident, I suddenly felt that it would be cruel to leave the child alone in the dark world. I at least wanted to pay him a visit.
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The young charioteer didn't understand, but he knew that in the eyes of this old man, he was a living person with valuable advice.
It's like the master finally gave me instructions to find the old man.
It seemed that the old man had figured something out and wanted to give advice to another person.
Immediately, I suddenly realized that the old man was talking about me, not us.
He looked up in shock.
The old man flicked his sleeves, and a rope suddenly flew out, tying up the young chariot in a mysterious way. The young man was stunned and struggled violently. The rope he brought, with his own physical strength, was unable to struggle.
Maybe it was because the causes and consequences were already determined. Blood flowed out from the bite marks of the dragon's teeth on his arms, touching the bones and tendons. His strength suddenly poured out, and he was unable to break free, so he was tied up forcibly.
The old man directly opened the chain of the ox cart.
Leaving part of the car behind, he sat on the back of the green bull, and the green bull stepped forward.
The young man said in shock: "Old sir, what are you going to do?!"
The old man rode the green bull, with regret and satisfaction, shaking his head repeatedly:
"You have attained the Tao."
Then he laughed in a rare free and easy manner, but his tone was decisive:
"We have different ways, so we don't want to work together!"
"Yuan, you and I have been predestined for this long. You enter the Western Qin Dynasty and I leave Hangu. Farewell, farewell."
"If you want to tie me up, I will give you a favor..."
"By the way, in order to prevent fluctuations in your future destiny, this memory will be sealed for you first."
The old man smiled as he did when he was young.
The old man rode a green bull and came out of Hangu, singing a ballad. The young charioteer wanted to struggle, but the foundation cultivated by his master was difficult to break through after being bitten by the black dragon that transformed the destiny of a country.
I could watch the old man wandering out.
The purple air comes thirty thousand miles from the east.
The disciples of the Master were left where their destiny lay. The old man was in ruins and staggered towards the distant direction. The world was in darkness. The world's rituals and music were ruined. It was the end of the age of gods. It was glorious, beautiful and absurd. For a long time
, or maybe not that long later.
A young man who was practicing asceticism saw an old man coming from the east under the bodhi tree.
Bodhi trees ten miles away are in full bloom.
The most brilliant encounter in history.
This era has happened twice, and the other time will have to wait a thousand years.
The intersection of poetry immortals and poetry saints.
Only that time, the Saint, who represented China's highest honor, fell half a step behind.
………………
The roaring and violent sounds kept intertwining.
Cold sweat continued to fall on Bai Ze's forehead, and the battlefield behind him had almost reached a fever pitch. By the time he realized Bai Qi's strategic goal, he had already lost. The difference was that he lost the whole game, or that there was still a little left in the end.
A few cents down.
The difference is probably that you lose so much that you lose all your pants.
The difference between losing and losing with only your underwear.
However, it seems, seemingly, but actually there is not that big a difference?
Finally, Bai Ze took a look and saw that as the pottery figurines collapsed and Bai Qi's fighting spirit's will collapsed and dissipated, the power of the battle array began to fall at a speed visible to the naked eye. When it reached a certain limit, the final strength
time, then the battle formation will be directly defeated.
That's too late!
Bai Ze gritted his teeth and reached out to push open the door.
Then he discovered that the door could not be pushed open, and the corner of Bai Ze's mouth twitched.
Dong Yuefeng asked: "What's going on?"
Bai Ze said blankly: "Part of the First Emperor's consciousness has awakened... Now only he can decide whether to take action... This is incredible... What kind of past has he experienced that he can quickly wake up from this situation?"
In the inner hall, the king was indifferently dressed in black clothes, with sharp eyebrows and a handsome face.
He has regained a little bit of consciousness.
Control the Qin palace blockade.
Then, he started to slowly move his fingers and control his body with that ray of consciousness. He had long been used to this kind of thing. He thought he would forget it, but he never forgot it. He didn't trust anyone.
He even doesn't trust his successor.
He has no emperor or queen, and he wants to shape the world he sees in his own hands.
The enemy is coming.
After Bai Qi exhausts the opponent, he should be able to accumulate strength and take advantage of the situation to take action.
No, we should take action now and protect Lord Wu An at the cost of losing 30% of his own soul.
The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
The emperor, who had been on the run since childhood, silently calculated.
The palms of my hands also started to move.
He was actually very used to the feeling of death pressing into his heart.
Give up something, calculate something, use something.
Alone looking at the whole world.
On the throne, it was lonely and cold.
He remembered the last time he was closest to death.
If it weren't for the people sent by Yan Dan, he wouldn't have been able to let Jing Ke get close.
Time and time again, trust will be destroyed.
That time, none of the officials came forward.
outside world--
Bai Qi groaned and backed away.
The speed of his own soul's death has...he misjudged the integrity of the pottery figurines in the imperial mausoleum.
The war warriors here have already experienced a battle with a peerless general.
Know yourself and your enemy. Even if Wu Anjun made up for this lack of intelligence in an instant, his opponent was not Zhao Kuo. He was Xia Guan, who was once a subordinate of Emperor Zhuanxu. He was a divine general under the Emperor of Heaven. He found the flaw in an instant and relied on his divine power.
Forcefully resist Bai Qi's murderous intent.
Pressing Bai Qi's shoulders, he charged forward directly, intending to smash Mr. Wu An directly into the hall.
Break open the door of the main hall.
The First Emperor forcibly controlled his body, and slowly clasped his five fingers together. Thirty percent of his soul began to escape outwards. His body slowly stood up, and an invisible sword rose majestically. The First Emperor's arrogance, even if it consumed 30% of his soul, could not stop it.
Will choose to bow his head.
boom!!!
At this time.
Bai Ze raised his head suddenly and his eyes widened.
A hole was dug through the sky above the imperial mausoleum. It was completely unreasonable and unorganized. It was simply a random act caused by a temper. Bai Ze could have found a thousand reasons or ten thousand reasons to denounce the absurdity of this behavior.
but--
But, it works!
The overbearing evil spirit struck down.
Zhong's thoughts froze for a moment, and Bai Qi immediately seized the opportunity and broke free.
And at the next moment, a figure slammed down, hitting Zhong Zhong's spine with his knee, knocking him to the ground. The figure rose up and retreated. The iron eagle sword in the palm roared with unprecedented intensity. The sound of the sword was clear and clear.
Incomparable.
Zhong Zhong got angry: "Who is...?!"
Bai Qi was stunned.
The First Emperor's palm paused, and finally, his five fingers slowly released the hilt of the sword. The last ray of consciousness sank inside, falling into the sleeping state that it should have been in. The alertness he had developed since childhood slowly dissipated.
During the 20th year of the reign of King Qin of the Great Qin Dynasty, the palace.
Jing Ke laughed loudly, and no ministers dared to get close.
Even if he is covered in wounds, his power remains the same.
Only a figure swept up from the bottom, as a guard outside the palace, who had not been summoned.
Holding the iron eagle sword, he pierced the heart of the eternal assassin.
After Qin Wangzheng was stunned for a long time, he asked: "You are my son of Great Qin, who are you?"
Outside the main hall, in the memory, the tone of the young man who seemed slightly immature in history seemed to be mixed together with the heroic young man walking slowly with the sword at an angle. One after another, the tone seemed to have never changed, as if the wind had blown.
The dim yellow sand of vast history answered like this——
"Da Qin, the man holding the halberd."
"deep."
And in that distant and fuzzy memory, there seemed to be a smile.
"I will protect you."
PS: The fourth update today... Thanks to the leader of the Shuiyue Qiujiang Alliance, the idea of "turning a tiger into a Buddha" appeared in the Western Jin Dynasty. Of course, it is basically considered to be a fake. This part of the history of this book has been re-created. Please pay attention to distinguish it.
Both sides were in front, and Jing Ke was beheaded. The King of Qin was stunned for a long time - "Historical Records"/"Warring States Policy"
Hey guys, I like writing, but my body tells me that you are a kid.
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I feel that I have entered the old age mode. Although I enjoyed writing it, I felt very exhausted after finishing it. I wanted to kill myself for planning the fourth update, then lie back on the bed, turn into a salted fish, turn over and pee.
Take it with a pinch of salt, I'm afraid the word count will be significantly reduced tomorrow.