The Wei River went around Xianyang City and headed towards the northwest.
It was a rare river that was not connected to other rivers.
Great Qin, the strongest country in the world, was right in front of the Wei River. From this northwest position, it looked down on the west and even the world.
The strength of Great Qin was needless to say.
Within the west, there was no one who could fight.
On the other hand, in the year 3917 of the Daoist calendar, the intense battle that took place in the valley directly pushed the Great Qin Empire to the position of 'strongest', slightly suppressing Eastern Qi. It seemed that it could compete with the Kingdom of Jing in the central region.
The Great Chu Kingdom, which had a strong army and powerful magic weapons and was known as the "Imperial Treasury that had been filled for three thousand years, and the Art of Magic was the best in the world", swallowed the bitter fruit of defeat and directly gave up their many years of operation in the Western Region. They had no choice but to retreat to the Southern Region to lick their wounds.
They had almost lost their influence in the west.
The world famous general Xiang Longxiang died in the army. Tianjiao's Zuo Guanglie was chased for a thousand miles and died in a nameless place in Zhuang.
The former was the 'present' turn. The latter was the loss of the 'future'.
Even Zuo Guanglie's future was not just 'promising'. Before he died in battle, he was already a world-famous talent. He was an important general in the Great Chu military, the young master of the Great Chu Zuo family, and the next leader of the Great Chu Six Teachers, the 'Red Pheasant'.
The so-called 'Red Pheasant' meant to 'touch' with blood, daring to face the enemy head-on. The core of its spirit was to fight to the death against any enemy.
In the battle of the valley, such a strong army like the Red Pheasant had lost more than half of its members.
Zuo Guanglie broke through the formation alone and broke through Hangu Pass … Maybe he wanted to repeat the time when Xiong Tu led a lone army to penetrate deep into the enemy's rear and destroy Xia.
Unfortunately, he failed at the last minute and fell in Tianjiao.
On the valley plains, the battle that involved close to 100,000 cultivators and millions of ordinary soldiers seemed to have happened yesterday.
Those who experienced it were still licking their wounds and feeling the pain.
However, it also seemed very far away.
Because today, Xianyang City did not feel the slightest bit of war atmosphere.
One could only see jade pavilions with red decorations and strong wine in tall buildings.
There were people weaving together, carriages flowing like water, and horses like dragons.
People might say, "The Qin Palace abandons fat water, but the Wei River makes it greasy."
From this, it could be seen that the Qin Imperial Palace was filled with beauties.
Only in times of peace could "beauty" be considered "beauty". Only a woman would have the mind to dress up, and only a man would have the mind to chase after her.
The world was never peaceful. The reason why Qin was able to enjoy such peace was naturally because it was powerful.
For example, the people of Qi could roam freely in the countryside. Only under the protection of xiuzhe would dare to go on a long journey. It was the same principle.
West of Xian Yang City, Yi 'an Count Fu.
On this day, a man with listless eyes and slovenly appearance came to the door. Without saying a word, he walked into the Count's Mansion.
This person was not dirty, and had an indescribable aura. He did not make people think of him as a beggar.
Especially when he walked over confidently and confidently, as if he was returning home, making people unable to figure out what was true and what was false. They were afraid that he was some kind of strange person. Or perhaps he was a natural descendant of a prestigious family.
Therefore, the doorman didn't chase him away immediately. Instead, he asked in a restrained manner, "May I ask if you have a visiting card?"
"I don't have an invitation." The visitor said lazily, "It's just that when I traveled west to the Qin Dynasty, I heard that the young master of the Wei family is the number one soaring dragon in the world. So I came to ask. "
The number one soaring dragon in the world might not be the number one in the world, but at least he was the undisputed number one in the Qin Dynasty.
His surname was Wei, his name was Yu. He was the son of Yi 'an Count Wei Qiu of the Qin.
If the visitor dared to "ask" Wei Yu, he probably had something to rely on.
The doormen of Yi 'an Count Fu were not idiots. They wouldn't be stupid enough to offend someone of unknown origins.
So he asked, "May I ask who recommended you?"
The visitor glared with a pair of dead fish eyes. His voice was weak. "No one recommended me, I found myself."
He didn't look like an expert at all.
The doorman didn't believe that this person who didn't seem to have any strength could fight with his young master.
But he didn't humiliate him. He looked at the person and said with a troubled expression, "The Count Fu has its own rules. You don't have an invitation, and no one recommended you. This one is afraid that you cannot enter. "
He wasn't afraid that the visitor would cause trouble. In this Xian Yang City, no one had been able to escape from the law. In the early years, Wu Yang Jun had been beaten a hundred times. He had taken off his pants and beaten outside the palace gates. Many people had seen the buttocks of the Imperial Family.
He wasn't afraid, but as a doorman of Yi 'an Count Fu, he received a generous stipend every month, and would often receive some gifts. His life was very comfortable. Unless the main family ordered him, he didn't have to do anything to offend people.
If he made trouble for the main family, he wouldn't have a long life, and his little life would be in danger!
The visitor didn't have any intentions of making trouble. He only asked, "Can I trouble you to send a message? I think that your young master is the number one soaring dragon in the world and doesn't fear a challenge. "
"Uncle," the doorman apologized. "I'm so sorry, this one's words carry little weight. This one really doesn't dare to casually disturb the main family. How about you think of a way to find someone to recommend you? "
The visitor sighed and said, "If that's the case … then this one is offended!"
The doorman quickly retreated and said harshly, "What do you want to do! This is Yi 'an … … "
His voice suddenly stopped.
Because he hadn't detected anything. Between the two fingers of the person's raised right hand, there was a piece of deep black cloth.
He lowered his head to look at the corner of his robe. He found that at some unknown time, a corner had been cut off.
That cut was very neat. When he used his finger to lightly brush it, there was a faint prickling pain!
As a doorman of Yi 'an Count Fu, he had some experience and knew that this person was an expert.
"… … Why did you cut off the corner of my robe? I didn't offend you, "the doorman said.
If it was someone more particular, he probably wouldn't have any presence of an expert. Which expert would argue with a doorman?
Fortunately, this uninvited guest with a stubble of beard didn't have the presence of an expert.
He just flicked his fingers forward.
The corner of cloth in his hand was like an arrow leaving the bow. It immediately shot in front of the doorman, and even brought with it the sound of the wind breaking!
But when it came close to the doorman, it floated down and landed in his hand.
The uninvited guest said, "With this as an invitation, if your young master is a real person, he will come to see me."
These words had a lot of presence.
However, there was no light in his eyes, and his words were lazy and powerless. It sounded very "light" and made people unable to raise their spirits.
But the doorman of Yi 'an Count Fu already felt it wasn't ordinary.
He gripped the corner of his robe and asked, "This one will go and report … … may I ask for Sir's name?"
"Forward." The visitor seemed to yawn and said without any presence.
… …
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PS: "The Qin Palace discards fat water, but the Wei Stream can be greasy." From "The Wei Stream is greasy, but discards fat water." — — "Ode to the Epang Palace," Du Mu.
"Just like the old days of traveling to the garden, carriages flowing like water and horses like dragons." — — "Memories of Jiangnan," Li Yu.
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