This is the greatest hero of the entire era. He is the king who whips the world. Such a person is willing to share his dream with you. What is there to hesitate? As a member of the Great Qin Warriors, the boy almost felt that his blood was burning.
Wei Yuan's consciousness hid again and merged with the boy in his memory.
But he finally knew why he would kill the Overlord at all costs.
So that's it. It will be the same for anyone.
He thought.
The young man half-knelt on the ground like a soldier before going to war, knocking his right hand on his chest, saying a thousand words, but finally just said in a deep voice:
"Yes!"
The young man saluted, and after he stood up, the First Emperor wrote a handwritten order, saying:
"Go and select the elite you want to take away."
"Yes."
The young man saluted again, then slowly stepped back and walked out of this temporary palace. When he went out, he saw a tall man standing with his head bowed at the door of the palace. The young man's originally slender eyes slightly narrowed, and slowly said: "Zhongshufu Ling..."
The white-faced and beardless young man smiled and said: "Congratulations to the halberd bearer."
The young man paused, and he looked at the man named Zhao Gao.
The latter did not look like a eunuch. It was said that he was of humble origin. His mother was sent to the hidden palace for a crime. But how could a humble person be both civil and military, and also be familiar with the legalist doctrine, Qin law, and Qin law. There were few people in the court who could surpass him. His large seal script was also the best at the time, and could rival Li Si.
Your Majesty doesn't care about origins, and all talents in the world can be used, but he can't ignore it.
Wang is powerful and arrogant, and has the courage to swallow up the world, but this may also be the source of danger.
In the past, Zhao Gao was his focus.
But now it's not possible. When the preparations for the eastward crossing are ready, he will leave here and stay away from Daqin for ten years. The young Iron Eagle Warrior even has a dangerous idea in his mind, whether to kill this dangerous man before leaving, but his loyalty to Daqin and the First Emperor does not allow him to do so.
He just lowered his eyes and said softly:
"I have something to say. Your Majesty, please take care of your daily life. If your Majesty is ill when I come back, even if it is just a hair, Yuan will bring it back; even if you flee thousands of miles away, Yuan will also kill you."
Zhao Gao, the Zhongshufu Ling, smiled and bowed, and said softly:
"I dare not."
"Humph!"
The young man did not like the snake-like breath of the fair-skinned young man. He picked up his Qin sword outside the palace gate, dressed in black and armor, and strode away. The Zhongshufu Ling still bowed, and the black and white sleeves suddenly crossed and separated on the jade steps. It was not until the young man walked away that Zhao Gao slowly raised his eyes and stared at the back.
After a long time, he walked into the palace.
He knew that nothing could be hidden from the emperor who was like a god.
But the First Emperor did not care.
After processing several official documents, the First Emperor casually said: "You draft a handwritten order. After Xu Fu went out to sea, spread it out and tell the magicians in the world that Xu Fu went out to sea to find the immortal grass. I want to seek the immortal medicine in the world. If the Qigong alchemist can do it, there will be a great reward."
Zhao Gao was surprised and said: "Your Majesty..."
He hesitated and said: "The talk of longevity is just nonsense."
The First Emperor said indifferently: "I know it naturally, draft it."
Zhao Gao did not dare to disobey and bowed to agree. When he was drafting, he suddenly understood the First Emperor's thoughts. Since he had already called himself the First Emperor and wanted to be immortal for the second, third, or even ten thousand generations, there was no doubt that this emperor had never intended to be immortal from the beginning. The talk of longevity was just nonsense.
Then presenting nonsense in front of the emperor would naturally be deceiving the emperor and confusing the country.
Zhao Gao was shocked in his heart, and the palm holding the pen trembled slightly.
His eyes drooped even lower.
He realized that this was the last chance that the First Emperor gave to the alchemists.
If no one took down the list, then there would be no follow-up. However, if the alchemists in various places still insisted on being immortal and gathered in Xianyang, then what awaited them was not the emperor's reward, but the iron eagle sharp soldiers of the Black Ice Platform of the Great Qin Dynasty, who would burn the classics and be executed.
Before, Xu Fu went out to sea and spent a lot of money and effort. At this time, posting the list would easily fish out the alchemists hiding in Shenzhou. Compared with the time-consuming and laborious search, it only needed a list of handwritten orders, which could be done at will, but the effect would be excellent.
Zhao Gao lowered his head and dared not look to the side.
The closer he got to the First Emperor, the colder and more terrifying he felt.
He was high above, and did not wear a crown to cover his face like the kings in the past.
But no one could see him clearly.
......
It would take several days to prepare what Xu Fu needed for his trip.
During this period, Xu Fu and Yuan were still following the Emperor's carriage. As the Iron Eagle warriors who were about to leave the Qin Dynasty, Yuan was responsible for patrolling the surroundings. One day, when he passed by a mountain road, he failed to notice that on the road in the distance, a young man in white was watching the emperor's carriage, his fingers were white.
The young man in white turned his head and looked at the tall strongman next to him, saying, "Thank you for your help."
The strongman clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Zhang, please step back."
The young man said, "Liang is not worthy of being called a young man."
The strongman had no choice but to stop calling him that, but he felt that these red tapes were really troublesome. Besides, he and the young man were just in a relationship of paying money and working hard, and the title of young man was just because the other party was indeed a descendant of aristocrats. Since he didn't like him, he was too lazy to say more.
He immediately looked ahead, holding a huge iron spike in his hand, which was shining. From afar, he could see the black flags waving and the emperor's carriage coming in a mighty manner. The strong man exerted all his strength and his eyes widened.
The young man shouted, "Attack!"
The strong man shouted angrily, and threw the huge iron spike in his hand. However, the treasure that Canghai Jun had spent so much effort to create to kill the emperor was clearly aimed at the carriage of the First Emperor. When it approached, the whole space seemed to freeze, and then the position of the iron spike seemed to be changed in an instant, and it crashed into the empty carriage.
The real carriage of the First Emperor was unscathed.
The young man's face changed suddenly, and the Qin army over there was already furious. The sound of swords being unsheathed was endless, accompanied by a low shout. Among the many elite soldiers, the young man in black clothes and armor took the lead, carrying a bow and a sword on his back and charging. The strong man had already exhausted all his strength and tried to escape. After only a few steps, he was hit by the Qin crossbow.
He fell to the ground and died immediately.
He overestimated himself and underestimated how terrible the Qin elite soldiers in formation were.
The young man Yuan rode his horse to chase the white-clothed boy in front.
But he found that the latter's figure was ethereal and unpredictable. He obviously had magic skills and was much more powerful than himself.
Seeing that he was walking into the mountains, the warhorse could not catch up, so Yuan dismounted and chased him on foot. The Qin sword in his hand cut several spells, and the Qin crossbow behind him shot arrows.
The first arrow hit the tree next to him, the second arrow hit the ground under the feet of the young man in front, and the third arrow flew out by the young man's hair crown. The young man in white was shocked and pale. He knew that this was the Qin army's elite soldiers calibrating the direction of the crossbow arrows, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.
The Qin army had hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, but the Iron Eagle elite soldiers were only 3,000, all of whom were brave and brave.
Just when he was regretting whether he was too reckless this time, he heard the sound of the mechanism firing in vain.
It was just when Yuan passed the strong man, he fired the crossbow arrow and pierced the strong man's eyebrows. At this moment, there was no crossbow arrow. The young man in white breathed a sigh of relief. Before escaping, he turned around and looked at the young elite soldier in black clothes and red cloth tied hair.
Zhang Liang saw the anger and murderous spirit in the latter's eyes.
The red cloth hairband was dancing behind him.
Yuan saw a young man in white clothes, with delicate skin and a face that was even more handsome than a woman. The young warrior smashed the Qin crossbow in his hand and shouted angrily:
"Little thief, don't run!"
Zhang Liang didn't care about this and just escaped with magic. The Qin army blocked this place and searched for ten days, but found nothing. The young man seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, showing a magic skill that was completely inconsistent with his age.
Yuan was full of hatred and apologized to the First Emperor.
The emperor pardoned him and said:
"What Xu Fu needs is ready. You can choose a day to set off."
"It's a pity that you don't have time to go back to Xianyang to visit your family."
"...Yes."
That day, a team of Qin elite soldiers, Xu Fu, a local soldier from Qi, and thousands of boys and girls went out to sea on a large boat. The young man held the Qin sword and stood on the bow, watching the turbulent waves being smashed by the Qin ships, and watching the black dragon flag flying freely on the river and the sea.
The young man, who was as white as a woman and hiding somewhere in Shenzhou, breathed a sigh of relief.
He returned to his teacher Huang Shigong and relearned the art of war. The old man asked why, and Zhang Liang replied:
"As long as the First Emperor is alive, even if there is resistance in various places, it will be suppressed."
"But he is still a mortal after all. Even if there will be no more mortals like him in the past and present, or even in the future, he will also have a day of demise. The next Qin Emperor will not be able to match him. At that time, it will be a real opportunity to turn the world upside down, and it will be the time for Liang to show his talent."
The old man was surprised, stroked his beard and nodded, his eyes full of admiration.
The waves were surging in the dark, and the First Emperor's carriage drove through Shenzhou majestically.
A lazy man looked at it with envy. He couldn't help clapping his sword and sighed with several friends from the same village: "A real man should be like this!"
But everyone just laughed: "Pei Gong, come and drink!"
"The best dog meat."
The young man pointed at the canopy with his eyes shining like stars and said:
"He can replace him!"
The uncle next to him hurriedly pulled him back.
The willful black dragon flag fluttered on the land of Shenzhou and also sailed into the vast East China Sea.
This is Shenzhou after the unification of the seven countries, the era when myths ended and legends were born.
The sky is occupied by the ancestor dragon. He is tirelessly and ambitiously looking at the more distant world. Millions of cavalrymen are only subordinate to one person, and the heroes are sleeping in the cradle of steel, waiting for the day when the vast figure will no longer appear in the sky, and then they will fight each other and rush to their own fate of blood and fire.
......
When a huge wave hit, Yuan was in a trance, and Wei Yuan opened his eyes.
The spirituality of the jade dragon pendant in his hand has slowly dimmed. Obviously, the other true spirits are no longer here. Although he has gained something, he has more doubts. If he wants to know the entanglement with Buddhism, he still has to go to the Huai River. The white-haired Nu Jiao looked at him and smiled:
"Awake?"
"Hmm..."
Wei Yuan nodded and put the jade dragon pendant away.
Nu Jiao was a little curious, holding her chin with one hand, and asked with a smile:
"What kind of story did Yuan in the pre-Qin period live through?"
Wei Yuan said: "What kind of story is it..."
Is it that you treat me as a national hero, and I must repay you as a national hero?
Not really.
No.
He was silent for a long time and replied:
"That is just the story of a tiny bird that once shared the dream of the vast sky with Zulong."