Chapter 698: Ambition as Fire, and the Third Course of the Buzhou Mountain God
Lei Xi, who was caught in the caravan, moved forward slowly.
Wu Anjun Bai Qi sat on Lei Xi, looking calmly ahead.
The vast, vast and extremely lonely wilderness, at least it seemed like he was the only one with the sword, which was desolate in its own way. Of course, if the god who called himself Shi Yi and followed him unhurriedly could disappear just like that.
, even better.
Along the way, this guy took out several red-covered books and severely criticized Wu Anjun for being too paranoid and backward in his thinking. He couldn't beat him, but he was too lazy to say it, so he had to treat him as air, but air is also
It won't be so noisy.
Mr. Wu An rolled over and stood in front of the cliff, overlooking everything in the world.
Looking at the cold-looking Shi Yi next to him, Lord Wu An was naturally a rational being. Knowing that he could not defeat this god who was as stubborn and paranoid as himself, Shi Yi stood with his hands behind his hands and said in a deep and deep tone: "Human, where are you going?
"
Lord Wu An said: "Without a country, an army is alone. If an army enters the hinterland alone, if it cannot defeat the enemy quickly, it will definitely die, so it must have the support of the country."
Shi Yi frowned and said, "But China is in the human world."
"China..."
Lord Wu An looked down at the front. The wilderness looked very desolate at the moment, and it was far more vast and huge than the human world. According to legend, around this world with the strongest vitality, there were various fragments that split off, and these fragments were accompanied by
The evolution of time has turned into many small worlds...
The big ones may be comparable to the human world.
The smaller one is as big as a city.
Later, Lord Wu An once recorded his battles in the wilderness in his newly written Art of War. There was a sentence in it that said, "The world is like a fight, and when I came here, I realized how big the world is."
At this moment, Bai Qi suddenly said:
"Among the 500,000 coalition forces in the Great Wilderness, there is no human country. And according to what you told me before, the class in the Great Wilderness is vaguely determined by the strength of cultivation. Does this also mean that the overall strength of the human race is exactly
The one who is the weakest, the most oppressed, and the lowest in the wilderness?"
He suddenly spoke and pointed directly at the issue that Shi Yi had been thinking about for a while.
The two have different paths, but their thinking styles are very similar.
We can all see the final point, but one hopes to reconcile many contradictions. Shi Yi's peace is not weakness without bloodshed and sacrifice, but only killing those who deserve to be killed, striving for the power that can be won, and never accepting the emergence of Bai Qi.
A situation of endless killing and senseless slaughter.
The other is a god of murder who insists on stopping wars with killing and ends hundreds of years of killing in his own generation.
It was also the first of the ten philosophers who ended the longest history of fighting in China.
Bai Qi said:
"It's just an extension of the Mohist school. Many of Qin's organs and crossbows are written by Mohists. I naturally know this. Even the countries in this wilderness think that they will inevitably win a great victory and it is a war to divide their interests. There is no country of the human race.
, it seems that our human race is the most oppressed on this earth."
"Those who are oppressed should be saved. What's more, no matter what, they and we are of the same blood. Emotionally speaking, of course I hope to save them."
Shi Yi said slowly: "What do you mean?"
"It's just what you guessed."
Wu Anjun held his sword and said: "China is my hometown. I am trying my best to integrate myself into this era, but I find that my China has passed away, and my hometown is Da Qin. I can no longer go back to my hometown, but I can find it again.
arrive."
Shi Yi looked at Bai Qi: "Da Qin? This country has disappeared."
"No, as long as I am still alive, as long as His Majesty the First Emperor is still there, then the Great Qin will never die..." Lord Wu An suddenly laughed, recalling the instructions given by the First Emperor before he truly fell asleep when he left the imperial mausoleum.
A secret order that even Wei Yuan had never heard of.
The First Emperor of the Qin Dynasty sat down with his eyes lowered and mentioned to him what he had seen before when he went to Kunlun.
"If you have the opportunity, go outside China and raise the war flag of Great Qin again, Lord Wu'an."
Wu Anjun asked slowly: "Aren't you going to tell Young Master Zao about this matter?"
"A Yuan? No..."
The First Emperor held the sword in his right hand, looking tired, but suddenly smiled:
"Sometimes he is very smart, sometimes he is very naive. I told them before that I would give up my ambition for hegemony, and they believed it. Yes, I will choose to let go of China and let people of this era complete this task.
The responsibility of the times.”
"This is the merit they deserve."
"They deserve it, the future they hold in their hands."
"However, I have also seen the world outside China."
"Why would A Yuan think that after seeing such a vast world and land, I would sleep peacefully in that old street? It is true that the sword must be sheathed, and the old street is a place where I feel comfortable, but I
The Qin sword has no scabbard, and it steals the metal and fire invisibly, destined to conquer the three realms."
Wu Anjun was silent: "Seriously, don't you need to tell Yu Shaoshangzao?"
"No need..."
The First Emperor gradually fell into a deep sleep, supporting his chin with one hand. For some reason, he seemed to see some figures that looked like young men driving cattle, and then they dispersed and said calmly:
"The First Emperor who gives up the struggle for hegemony is no longer me."
"Even so..."
"But maintain the king's image in the hearts of his subjects."
"It is also the grace that I should have."
Bai Qi: "?!!"
"Ha, it's just a joke... Mr. Wu An, please step back."
The First Emperor fell asleep peacefully.
The wind of the wilderness hit his face with rich spiritual energy, stinging and stinging, like the wind and sand outside Hangu Pass. Bai Qi raised the Qin sword, pointed it forward, and said: "Since the outside is filled with princes who have stolen the country, then
, I should also re-establish my kingdom of Great Qin from the ruins."
"By the imperial order of His Majesty the First Emperor."
"The Great Wall of Qin will one day spread across the three realms and protect the ten directions."
Shi Yi's pupils contracted and he looked at Bai Qi.
Bai Qi also looked at him and said: "But this does not mean that I will choose the national structure of the past. Saving the oppressors is your hope."
"So, how can we truly save these people? Saving one or two, in Yu Mou's opinion, is just a small thing done by the so-called good people for their inner sense of accomplishment, which is not worth mentioning in this troubled world.
."
The first of the Ten Philosophers in China, second only to Jiang Taigong in terms of status, but his achievements are not necessarily inferior to Wu Anjun.
His eyes were as deep as the abyss of killing, but he uttered the words of a politician:
"If you really want to save the world, how about starting by conquering a country and pointing your sword at the world?"
"Shi Yi, since he is a god, has the confidence to take over evil countries and achieve great things, but also has the vision and courage to put aside one or two plans to take it slow, and instead come to save a country, and even the creatures of the wild countries.
?A single spark can start a prairie fire, that's when one's own side is weak."
"Since there is a better choice, why not burn this absurd and oppressive world with flames?"
"Just fall into an era."
"A complete end to this era called the Great Wilderness Kingdoms?!"
The line that Shi Yi had never crossed in his heart was broken by the profoundness in the eyes of the famous general in front of him.
In a sense, he is the best military strategist in history.
"You can implement your laws and ideas in this country."
Lord Wu An said: "Only one thing."
Valley/span> "This country."
He said: "It's Qin."
This will be the journey of a man from the past who has been abandoned by the times, searching for his hometown.
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Zhuge Wuhou has all kinds of strategies and cleverness, but there is only one thing...
Not good at watching people.
And they are both heroes and heroes tempered in the years of China.
Not a chess piece.
Bai Qi thought like this, but suddenly recalled that when Zhuge Wuhou left, he told them that there was no real strategy, and the only requirement was to contain Dahuang's troops in the rear. Lord Wu An's eyes
Hold back.
Recalling the young mastermind with his feather fan slightly waving, hiding his handsome face but his clear eyes.
"…Have you seen it yet?"
Only those who have the ambition to conquer the world and contain the opportunities of the universe can truly destroy the wilderness and create opportunities for China.
Bai Qi is the leader of the Ten Philosophers, and Zhuge Wuhou is the last of the Ten Philosophers.
The two chiefs representing the annihilation and conspiracy of the Chinese military strategist.
Across this vast wilderness and the human world, an interaction between redemption and strategy was completed.
He took out his kit, disobeying Marquis Wu's instruction to open it fifteen days later. After opening it, he was slightly startled by the first line:
"Wu Anjun, I looked at the tips bag in advance, but I broke the contract."
The second line of writing is sharp and sharp, as tempered by fire and gold.
"The world is so big."
"You can only take it for yourself."
Bai Qi crushed the brocade bag in his hand and let the white paper fall like broken snow, driving the thunder rhinoceros. Shi Yi beside him spoke slowly and spoke of a human country that was the most oppressive to the people. Lord Wu An smiled.
Nod, even though he is alone.
but……
"Bang the drums and march."
No longer belonging to this era, the lonely shadow left by the past raised his arms, but there were no comrades behind him. Without the black black bird flag of the Qin Dynasty, Wu Anjun's face showed a look that no one had seen.
Smiling brightly, he lowered his arms and said softly:
"Da Qin..."
No one responded.
Respond in your heart.
"Wan Sheng."
And so the legend begins.
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Click.
Wei Yuan sat on the old man's back, gritted his teeth, endured the pain of his injuries, pulled and closed suddenly, and accompanied by the white-haired old man's grinning teeth, there were several crackling sounds like firecrackers, and again
Bone setting completed.
The old man pretending to be dead was trembling.
But for some shameful reason, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Do you still want to be shameless if you are recognized as one of the top ten people after being hit again?
Don’t even want to lose face?
Wei Yuan jumped off the old man.
He felt his pulse and then frowned: "It's strange...this pulse is like dancing in a square. It's high and low at one time. It's simply outrageous..."
Chang Xi sneered and said nothing. She became more and more unhappy when she saw this human man.
Wei Yuan took it out and produced several large needles using the Taoist method of turning stone into gold.
"Try acupuncture..."
Buzhou Mountain God, who was lying flat on his back, pretending to be dead and eating melons, breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, I no longer have to compromise.
Oh, feed me...huh?!!
The old man's face was dull, and the consciousness of the top ten in the world was swept away.
Seeing the extra sharp silver needles on Wei Yuan's hand.
Um?!
What's this?
Needles, probably not?
Well, haha, definitely not, how is this possible?
How could you use this thing to stab my waist?
Hahaha, shouldn't, shouldn't...
Why am I guilty of this?
Wei Yuan moved his wrist, and the silver needle was directly inserted three inches from an acupuncture point on the waist pole.
Buzhou Mountain God: “…………”
Eat a melon, eat a melon.
Hiss...!
Wei Yuan flexed his fingers and flicked the acupuncture needle. The silver needle trembled, and the energy spread into it. Then he held the end of the silver needle with his index finger and thumb, slowly moved the needle, and adjusted the Qi pulse. These are all uninherited techniques in Taoist acupuncture.
It is a secret that communicates the patient's Qi pulse and Qi blood. Of course, the old man Buzhoushan who experienced this acupuncture method for the first time naturally felt extremely sore and refreshing. Who knows the feeling.
The old mountain master's face was twisted and sour, and he couldn't stand it. When he turned his head, he saw a pair of black pupils.
Wei Yuan squatted beside him, his eyes crossed with his:
"are you awake?"
"Old man."
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