My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty Chapter 517: Thousands of years of land have changed to hundreds of owners, so why not add one or two more?
Chapter 517: Thousands of years of land have changed to hundreds of owners, so why not add one or two more?
The sword master's palm once again rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Ningling Lord Wei Jiu's face changed slightly, he reached out his hand and pressed it naturally, and said with a smile:
"gentlemen."
His hand did not touch the Juggernaut's.
Holding the hilt of the sword for the second time, the sword master did not hesitate.
"Three days is too long."
Before he finished speaking, a light that was brighter than the sun suddenly shone, and strips of light and shadow flickered under the sky and above the earth.
There is great righteousness between heaven and earth.
Wei Jiu's face changed drastically. He resisted the scorching light, forced his eyes open, and shed tears due to the pain.
He shouted into the vast whiteness:
"Stop! You have killed ten people, a hundred people, or even a thousand people! There are over ten thousand soldiers in Daliang City. If you don't want to die, just stop!"
From ancient times to the present, except for those immortals who do not know whether they are true or false, they live in legends.
No matter how well you write the word "武", you can't compete with the word "soldier". There is no master who can't die without a pile of soldiers.
The wind howled, the sword screamed, and no one responded.
The world continues to be blurry, the sword is swung rapidly and the refracted light has not stopped, Gai Nie responds with action.
He has practiced swordplay for twenty years and does not rely on strength to bully the weak or use force to bully others.
In addition to killing the palace maid, every time the sword was drawn, everyone felt grievances, and the sword was drawn to rectify the injustice.
Now, he felt very unjust in his heart and wanted to draw his sword, even if he wanted to die.
Gai Nie's sword would rather break than bend, and move forward indomitably.
The overall situation of Wei and Zhao is very important, but these people and these small details are equally important.
The swordsman is not a politician, and there is no room for compromise or retreat.
A man is born between heaven and earth, his back is straight, his head is not ashamed of the sky, his head is not bowed to the earth, and he is not ashamed to be seen in front of others.
The only way to do all three is to die.
When the sword light in the sky dissipated, a street, from the center of the road to the door of the shop, was filled with corpses of Wei soldiers.
The unclothed woman screamed in horror, picking up the clothes that had been torn and torn by Wei Jian from the ground.
The butcher, who was so strong that he looked very fat, sat down on the ground. The big butcher knife, which was both a weapon and a tool for making a living, was firmly grasped by his trembling hands and pressed to the ground.
He was panting loudly, like a pig that had become sperm.
My hair was tied into strands with sweat, and there was still oil accumulated from not washing it for at least half a month. It looked ugly and messy.
His little prince, whom Wei Bing thought could be presented to the palace as a tribute, the beautiful girl who had the honor of playing to death for the King of Wei, clung to his back.
That face with pear blossoms and raindrops is already beautiful, but when compared with the pig head next to it, it is even more beautiful. It is a beauty and a beast.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Zhutou's eyes flashed with fear, and he smiled to comfort his beloved, his voice hoarse.
"Um!"
The beautiful girl responded heavily, just like when she was hanging behind her husband, tears were streaming down her face.
We depend on each other, live and die together.
It's easy to say, but really not easy to do.
The couple looked at the figure in white clothes in the distance, walking with swords in hand. They seemed to be moving slowly, but they were really fast. In a few breaths, they disappeared.
Crying and hugging his lost and found granddaughter, the old man burst into tears, his face not only filled with joy but also with a look of shame.
He didn't dare to step forward again after Wei Bing threatened him with his sword.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a frosty profile, and he couldn't help but follow it.
After just one glance, he disappeared in an instant, like a ghost.
The old man only remembered a figure with a straight back, as straight as a sword.
On this day, the sword master Gai Nie defeated Wei Jia three hundred and seventy-six times with one sword. He regained his sword and became a top master.
Wei Jiu, Lord of Ningling, looked pale, and the corpses of Wei soldiers on the ground covered his eyes and blocked his path.
In order to stabilize Gai Nie, he publicly admitted that Gai Nie was his honored guest, which everyone knew.
King Bao of Wei will put this account on his head, Lord Ningling.
Before, Wei Bao and Wei Jiu still had some confidence that they could explain things clearly, and the two brothers just laughed and passed.
The current Wei Wangbao...
"Three days is indeed too long."
Wei Jiu returned to Ningling Jun's Mansion, summoned the guards, retainers, and hundreds of people to drive straight to General Zhou's mansion.
Xianyang, Yizheng Hall.
Ying Zheng took the latest memorial, read it carefully, and put it on the table.
"Gai Nie bloodbathed the long street, Wei Jiu rebelled, and united with Zhou Shi to attack the palace of Wei. Zhou Shi personally killed Wei Wang Bao, and Wei Jiu succeeded Wei Wang. I don't understand."
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and tapped the thin paper with one finger.
"What do you want to do by stirring up this storm in Daliang? Wei Jiu is also one of yours?"
[The whole Wei Kingdom is full of people like this, so why not change your surname to Ying?]
"No, this matter has nothing to do with me."
Ying Chengyu said truthfully.
If he had known that Gai Nie would go to Daliang, he would not have asked all Liusha to come back, leaving half of them behind and kidnapping the sword master back to Xianyang.
[What’s the use of your spanking? When you come out to hang out, you need to be powerful!]
"Zhang Er, the king of Zhao, raised troops on the spot, and the people of Zhao rose up to respond. The Zhao army occupied forty-seven cities. The first thing Wei Jiu did after taking the throne was to worship Zhou Shi as his general and tell the world to restore Wei. It won't be long before you
You can receive the report of the capture of the city in Wei. In the three Jin areas, except Han, Wei and Zhao are all occupied by rebels. Now the snow has melted, the food from Shu has arrived, and the soldiers are eager to fight.
Qiang Sheng, aren’t you planning to send troops yet?”
Ying Zheng had a questioning tone.
Today, there are wars all over the world.
There were five kings. In addition to Zhao Wang Zhang Er and Wei Wang Wei Jiu, there were also two Chu kings and one Qi Wang.
Chen Sheng, the king of Zhang Chu, regards Wu Guang as the false king, and recently worshiped Wang Liao as his general. His power is in the areas adjacent to Han and Chu.
King Xiong Xin of Chu made Xiang Liang the official of Sanlv, and his power was in the Yunmengze area.
King Tian Dan of Qi, whose name is Yi Bo Yuntian, is heard in the East China Sea. He has countless people who have died under his command, and his power is the most powerful, with hundreds of cities.
If it had not been for Wucheng Hou Wang Jian's spontaneous recruitment of troops to put down the rebellion, Qi would have been the first country to be restored in a real sense, and the entire territory before it was destroyed would have been under the control of Qi Wang Tian Dan.
The rebels have all jumped out, and it's time to catch them all in one fell swoop.
The second emperor did not love military affairs and loved women, and had no intention of sending troops. Instead, he had eight concubines. How could Ying Zheng not complain?
"Exaggerated."
The Second Emperor and the Old God are here.
"Wei and Zhao have lost half of their territory, so now is not the time to send troops."
Ying Zheng looked unhappy.
"When do you think the troops will be sent out?"
"Whenever briquettes are not distributed in Guanzhong, when will troops be sent out?"
"The longer you wait, the more cities you will lose."
The second emperor picked up the teapot produced by Chang'an and made by the Mohist family on the table, and a line of green water first fell into the teacup in front of Ying Zheng.
"Drink some tea first."
"Don't drink it, it's bitter. Bring me some wine."
"If you don't drink, I won't want you to participate in state affairs."
"Shu Zi!"
Ying Zheng scolded angrily, and under Shu Zi's dull eyes, he reluctantly picked up the tea cup, frowned and sipped the bitter tea.
"Drinking more tea is good for your health."
The second emperor smiled with satisfaction and poured himself tea, making a splashing sound in the green water.
The second emperor had a faint smile on his lips.
"Thousands of years of land have changed to hundreds of owners, so why not add one or two more?"