Chapter 306: That blue shirt was also the most elegant.
Two Saints.
Wei Yang and Shi Jiao.
Three sons.
Yangzi and Xianglizi and Yangmingzi who inherited Yangming’s philosophy of mind.
This is Huang's first step in planning.
Above the Central Plains, the water is too deep.
Such a configuration will only allow Qin to transform into Great Qin, and everything will have to wait for that person to be born and grow up.
A person's shoulders are too narrow, and he cannot carry the great cause of the human race, nor can he support the rise and fall of China.
"Where's the rest?"
Ying Qian spoke curiously, Huang had already mentioned two people, and now there was only one left.
"There is one person left. He has not appeared yet. I am also looking for him. This is just an idea of mine."
After taking a sip of wine, he smiled wildly and said: "The Qin State must become stronger in all aspects, otherwise it will be just the next Wei State."
"There is always a mountain weighing down above my head. I have more strength and more ambition, but I have to swallow my ambitions."
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As soon as these words came out, everyone felt their scalps go numb.
They all know that whether it is the Zhou royal family or the current Wei court, there is a sword hanging above their heads that can fall down at any time.
Seeing the strange expressions on everyone's faces, Huang chuckled and said, "We must have a certain amount of strength to maintain Qin's rule."
"At the very least, we must learn from the Zhou royal family, not the Wei state."
Seeing Huang say this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were extremely taboo about those unspeakable existences.
"What the Imperial Master said makes sense!" Wei Yang nodded. He also believed that Qin Dang was powerful in all aspects.
The current Qin State cannot recruit monks, and it does not have the resources to provide it. However, in the Central Plains, people from hundreds of schools are the best choice.
This exchange lasted for half a day.
Finally, Huang left the political hall with Xi Jiao and walked towards the mansion.
Watching Huang leave, Ying Quliang said in a deep voice, "Brother, Chief Zuo Shu, what do you think of what the Imperial Master said?"
After taking a sip of wine, Wei Yang chuckled: "I agree with the advice of the national master, nip the trouble in the bud. It will only be good for Qin, and there will be no harm."
"After all, we must have some confidence to speak..."
At this moment, Ying Qian also nodded: "Quliang, in fact, what the Imperial Master and Zuo Shuchang said are right, but they need to be laid out slowly."
"We will prepare quietly, don't make a big fanfare, there should be no problem."
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Walking out of the confines of the political hall, the cart rumbled along, rolling over the bluestone slabs and making a crisp, continuous sound of ruts.
For a long time, the campground was visible in the distance.
Xi Jiao glanced at the silent Huang, couldn't help but smile, and said: "National Master, do you think they are frightened and a little disappointed?"
"They have their concerns, it's inevitable!"
Huang smiled meaningfully and said: "Even the Zhou royal family has ended up like this. The Wei Dynasty has been rising for many years, but it still doesn't dare to violate the slightest bit!"
“These real-life cases are right in front of us!”
"Your Majesty and the General joined the army at a young age, and the late monarch was exiled in the mountains. He succeeded to the throne in middle age. They only have a partial understanding of some things!"
"Sometimes, the less you know, the more you will be in awe."
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"Ha ha....."
Shi Jiao chuckled.
"National Master, someone actually resisted, but he ended up with a miserable end. He was not found in the annals of history, and the traces of his existence were forcibly erased by those beings!"
A trace of reminiscence appeared in Xi Jiao's eyes.
"At the beginning, I was searching for a way to connect the broken road. I traveled to many places and got half a volume of broken books. It was recorded that someone wielded a sword and Qinglu asked the people in the clouds."
"The sword energy soared thirty thousand miles into the sky, and on that day, indescribable beings shed blood!"
"That man wearing a green shirt, standing across Kunlun, vowed to kill the immortals and gods for the sake of the world..."
Huang has no doubt about this.
On the land of the Central Plains, there has never been a shortage of people who would die for this world and their ideals.
The descendants of Yan and Huang have their own pride.
"That green shirt was also the most elegant!"
Huang turned his head to look at Kunlun, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "I hope that one day I can climb to Kunlun, and that Qinglu stained with immortal blood will still be there."
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Regarding this matter, Huang and Xijiao didn't talk much about it.
In fact, Huang didn't even ask the name of the man in blue shirt.
He knew in his heart that not everyone was as fearless as him. After all, Ying Quliang was not Ying Zheng, and he did not have the determination and domineering to overwhelm everything.
When I returned to the house, it was quiet.
The young Taoist priest and Jiang Huanyue went back to discuss the sale of Bai Yujing, leaving only Feng Zheng in the house.
At this moment, Feng Zheng had packed up and was waiting for Huang to arrive and go out.
"National Master, the young master needs me there!"
Feng Zheng didn't say much else. He only said these words. He believed that Huang would understand.
"Take care of yourself!"
Huang took a deep look at Feng Zheng: "Old man Feng, if something cannot be done and you need our help, just write to me!"
"I would like to take this opportunity to test the power of Feng Tianyou!"
"good!"
With a loud laugh, Feng Zheng turned and left.
At this moment, he was in a good mood.
When Feng Zheng walked away, Xi Jiao poured a cup of green ants into Huang and couldn't help but asked with a smile: "If Old Man Feng really writes the letter, will the Imperial Master go to Feng Tianyou?"
"meeting!"
Huang took a sip of Green Ant and looked at the sky: "The wind has picked up, I'm afraid it's going to rain."
“Spring rain season is already rainy!”
Xi Jiao nodded, turned to Huang, and said, "National Master, should we call Yang Zhu back now?"
"His current situation requires him to read thousands of books to increase his knowledge and experience!"
"Um!"
The spring rain falls, the wind blows, and there is a touch of coolness.
Huang looked at the falling spring rain, his eyes seemed to be able to pass through space, and looked at Yang Zhu who was at the border: "It's time for him to come back, even if I don't give the order, it will be the same."
"I think he already knows the news about your canonization."
"I learned about it from Twelve Shang's mouth right away!" Xi Jiao smiled and said jokingly: "It's just that it's hard for him. He can bear it for so long."
"Ha ha......"
The drizzle, like a cow's hair, made the world a little more moist, but it didn't look cold.
The wind passed by and the laughter spread far away.
"Only when you can endure loneliness can you achieve extraordinary things."
At this moment, Huang glanced at Xi Jiao and shook his head: "He is not you, and he is not as lucky as you. Yang Zhu was in this life."
"Wei Yang, Shen Buhai, Hui Shi, Zhuang Zhou, Meng Ke, etc. will all be called sons in this life and compete for the destiny of the Central Plains."
"Yang Zhu is under a lot of pressure."
"The national destiny of the Qin State is too weak. Although you have helped it after your canonization, the national destiny of the Qin State must be left to Wei Yangmao and Xianglizi."
"Wei Yang relies on Qin, so he naturally needs the help of national fortunes."
"Xianglizi is just a mediocre person, far less talented and stunning than these people. Even if I take action, I still need to rely on the luck of the Qin State."
"So, I only have a rough idea of where Yang Zhu's path lies."
"When Yang Zhu comes back, this matter still needs to be discussed."