The man in black was a bit short. His face was covered with a black cloth, so his eyes and brows couldn't be seen.
Sensing the danger, Jiang Rui said with narrowed eyes, "I didn't expect you to start killing each other so soon."
The man in black said listlessly, "Shouldn't you be curious about how I found you first, and then feel sentimental about it? You are such an idiot; you deserve to die. "
Jiang Rui thought of something and felt relaxed, smiling without saying a word.
There was no Cultivation sect here, no magic pills, and no master here. My talent is better than yours, but how can I be worse than yours?
This was something he had been brooding about, or in other words, all the free-traveling practitioners except for He Zhan had been brooding about it. In the eyes of those free-traveling practitioners, they could reach the same Cultivation state as the disciples of the major sects simply by practicing their own magic methods. If they could have a wise master and so many precious magic pills to eat, what would they be compared to?
The Illusionary Realm of Cloud-Dream had at least made up for this difference in some aspects.
As such, Jiang Rui was quite confident that his opponent was no match for him, regardless of whether he was Jing Jiu, Bai Qianjun, or Tong Yan.
The man in black yawned and said, "You are indeed an idiot. Think about it. If your talent was as good as He Zhan's, there would be many Cultivation sects begging to take you in; it wouldn't be like this."
The smile on Jiang Rui's face faded away gradually. It was because the man in black's words had hit the nail on the head; it was because of the name He Zhan.
A gust of wind suddenly rose on the street, and the green leaves were blown down like arrows, leaving mottled marks on the wall.
Jiang Rui bumped into the wall heavily, his chest full of sword wounds, dripping with blood, as if he had been tortured by a thousand cuts.
Looking at the black-clothed man walking towards him, his pale face showed despair and anger. He felt despair because he sensed death, and he was angry because he couldn't figure out how this person could be so much stronger than him, since they were both participants of the Dao Competition, and there were no masters or magic pills here.
All of a sudden, a ghostly figure appeared, rolling up the green leaves that had just stopped falling, and heading toward the man in black.
When the black-clothed man saw such a strange and fast movement technique, his expression changed slightly. He formed a sword seal with his right hand, and an extremely bright sword light appeared.
With a soft sound, the sword light returned to his body, and the ghost-like shadow also returned to the shadows behind the wall.
The black-clothed man was somewhat puzzled when he confirmed that the ghost did not use the Heaven and Earth Escape Technique of Zhongzhou School or Jing Jiu's Innate Invisible Sword Body.
Among the twenty-six participants of the Dao Competition, who else had such a strange and unpredictable movement? Was it possible that that person was not a participant in the Dao Competition, but a Cultivation swordsman in this world?
Just as he was about to break down the wall and fight, the sound of hooves suddenly came from the distance. It was obvious that it was not the bailiffs of the county, but the cavalrymen of Luo State.
The look in the man's eyes changed again. Could it be that someone was protecting this rogue cultivator? Without any hesitation, he turned around and disappeared into the residence.
Jiang Rui stood up with difficulty and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. His eyes were filled with the joy of escaping from death, but he was also a little confused.
All of a sudden, he moved away from the wall, as if he was scalded. It was because he remembered that the ghost-like shadow was behind the wall.
It was strange that the ghost-like shadow had saved his life, but he was quite afraid of this person, and he was even more afraid of him than the man in black who wanted to kill him.
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He Zhan entered the Royal Palace of Zhao State noiselessly. After entering the room, he took off the gray cloth covering his face, exposing his pale face. He had come back from Luo State overnight. Even though he had learned a lot of strange and unpredictable magic methods from the old eunuch Hong, he still felt exhausted. More importantly, the sword wills of that man in black were too powerful.
All he wanted to do was to go back and see that person so that he wouldn't forget about him. He didn't expect to run into another participant of the Dao Competition so coincidentally.
He had vaguely guessed the identity of this person, and he knew that this person would continue to hide in the dark from now on. As such, he gave up on the idea of using the power of the Imperial Court to find him.
As the morning sunlight shone brightly, he washed his face and changed into a clean cloth. Then he took out a magic pill from a hidden box and wrapped it carefully in a silk cloth before walking out of the room.
As he walked in the Royal Palace, the eunuchs, palace servant girls, and guards all made way for him, and greeted him one after another.
"Elder He!"
"Greetings to Elder He."
"Good morning, little Elder He."
He Zhan walked forward with an indifferent expression on his face. He came to the front of the grand hall and pushed open the door of the Royal Study.
Looking at the pale and thin emperor behind the desk, he said in an amiable voice, "Your Majesty, it's time to take the medicine."
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Tong Yan put the book into the hidden compartment, and took the summary of the information sent by her subordinate. She started reading it again, trying to find the answers to the questions she had asked.
The most important information in the last few days was of course the news that the Beihai County of the Qin Kingdom had rebelled.
The young Martial God, ranked second in the Governor Manor of Beihai, had demonstrated his unstoppable prowess at the age of fifteen. He led the vanguard troop and conquered five cities in a row, forcing the army of the Qin Kingdom to retreat in defeat. However, according to the reliable information Tong Yan had received, at least two out of five of the vanguard troops led by the young Martial God were the barbarians.
Beihai County guarded the northern border of the Qin Kingdom and had been fighting against the barbarian tribes for many years. Who would have thought that the two sides would shake hands and make peace? The barbarians were even willing to send troops to help them?
"I wonder what kind of price Big Brother Bai paid," he thought to himself.
There hadn't been any good news recently. The man in black who had assassinated the Dao Seeker hadn't been caught, and there wasn't even a trace of him. As for the ghost in Luo State … He thought of the popular little Elder He in the Royal Palace of the State of Zhao, and an absurd expression appeared on his face.
Zhan had always been lucky. Could it be that everything had turned around after he came here?
He still didn't believe that the little Elder He was He Zhan, not because being a eunuch was painful and shameful, but because he didn't want to believe it.
Last year, the famous muddle-headed emperor of the State of Zhao died. In that story full of blood and conspiracies, the little Elder He played a very important role. He was cruel and merciless. He didn't even bat an eyelid when he poisoned the old eunuch Hong who taught him the Cultivation Method.
Some people even believed that when the current emperor of the State of Zhao, the crown prince at that time, stabbed his father's abdomen with a knife, the little Elder He held his father's hand tightly.
Tong Yan didn't have any friends. He Zhan was his only friend.
He knew what He Zhan had been through over the years, and he didn't want him to change his temperament or even his temperament because of those things.
Because then he would feel guilty.
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On the snowy street, the sound of hooves was like thunder.
The gate of the Governor's Mansion was already open. A young general rushed in on a horse and dismounted when he came to the back garden.
This young general was extremely heroic and full of strength. If one looked into the depths of his eyes, one could see a trace of ruthlessness.
He took the towel handed to him by a servant and wiped himself casually.
The towel could wipe the ice and snow on the armor, but it couldn't wipe the dried blood.
The young general looked at himself and slightly raised his eyebrows. He was a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything and walked to the back garden.
Seeing his figure disappear in the back garden, the servants and maids all breathed a sigh of relief.
The young general was the second son of the Governor, and he was also the famous young Martial God in the northern region of the Qin Kingdom: Bai Zhou.
The people in the Governor's Mansion were in awe of him. They didn't dare to whisper until he was far away.
The so-called whispers were just praising the young Martial God's bravery and military achievements, and of course, his true love for the princess in distress in the back garden.
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The Governor of Beihai was a real title conferred by the Commandery Prince.
The Governor's Mansion was the Commandery Prince's Mansion. It was very magnificent. The back garden had been renovated several times, so it had a hint of royal style.
The Commandery Prince was the cousin of the Qin Emperor, who had been sent to the Chu Kingdom. So Bai Pojun's identity in this world was the cousin of the princess in distress.
The Princess of the Qin Kingdom was sitting by the window, embroidering something with the help of the sunlight. Her slender fingers moved the needle back and forth, her expression peaceful and her eyelashes still.
She didn't even feel down and out, let alone in distress.
Bai Zhou walked into the back garden and poured a cup of tea for himself. He sat down opposite her; it was obvious that he was very familiar with her.
In the real world, they were also cousins, but they were far apart from each other, not as close as they were now.
Bai Zhou picked up the teacup and took a sip as he thought of these things.
"Big Brother, you have worked hard," the Princess said to him as she inserted the needle back into the embroidery cloth.
Bai Zhou said, "It looks like the situation is better than I thought. We should be able to pass the Gale Pass next spring."
The Princess wanted to talk about borrowing soldiers from the Hu people, but it was just a rumor. If he didn't say it himself, she wouldn't say too much. "That's good," she said lightly.
Bai Zhou suddenly said, "But we are still facing a lot of resistance. If we want to restore our country as soon as possible, we need to attract more heroes to join us. If I can marry you, with a righteous cause, I think it will be much smoother."
The Princess didn't try to find any excuse to refuse or try to bluff him away, such as to talk about it later. She said calmly, "Let's not talk about this anymore."
Bai Zhou glanced at her, put down the teacup, and said, "The Hu people might have crossed the border. I have to get ready. I have to go now."
Having said that, he left the back garden.
From that day on, he never mentioned this proposal again, and he came to the back garden less often.
Seeing the figure disappearing from the garden, the Princess sighed softly.
Now that Beihai County had joined hands with the Hu people, how could the Hu people still cross the border?
The young Martial God, who was brave and good at fighting, had always treated the Hu people coldly, or even cruelly. He would exterminate an entire tribe at the slightest provocation.
The Hu people treated the Qin people the same way. The scene of them stabbing babies with spears was a nightmare for many people of Beihai.
If they could join hands with such a deep hatred, what else would Big Brother not dare to do?
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The flames of war raged in the north of the continent, while the south was peaceful and peaceful.
The Chu Kingdom had enjoyed good weather for several years in a row, with a bumper harvest and a happy life for the people. The taxation and governance of the government had reached the best level in history, and the country seemed to be in a golden age.
Grand Secretary Zhang's ability to govern a country was on full display. Even Jing Of Silla's military power had been quietly taken back by the Imperial Court thanks to his superb means.
Whether it was from the perspective of the nation or individuals, they had already reached the peak. It was time for change.
How could he change the fact that he was already a powerful official?
Many people were privately persuading Grand Secretary Zhang to take a step forward, including his own son.
In history, when powerful officials usurped the throne, they had to worry about the counterattack of the royal family and the support of the people. But now the Chu Kingdom didn't have this problem. Who would support that idiotic emperor?
"People have to do something in life. Father, are you satisfied with being a Prime Minister? The people and officials are waiting for you! " Eldest Young Master Zhang knelt in front of his father's bed and said with tears on his face, "Even if you don't think about this, don't you think about your future? Are you going to watch your sons die or be exiled? "
Grand Secretary Zhang said, "I'm regent for His Majesty, not just a Prime Minister. I've done enough. Don't mention other things in the future. As for you, you will be fine."
In the end, this conversation still spread out.
Eldest Young Master Zhang didn't mention his fear of the future, but only said what his father had said.
I'm not a Prime Minister, but a Prime Minister.
The capital was in an uproar, but no one dared to criticize or persuade him again.
One day, Grand Secretary Zhang left the Imperial Palace and left the capital in a sedan chair. He went to Xiushan outside the city to relax.
There was a thatched cottage in the mountain, where Duke Mo, a famous contemporary scholar, lived.
The guards were scattered around the cottage.
Grand Secretary Zhang walked into the cottage and cupped his hands to Duke Mo, saying, "Come and play chess."
Duke Mo said with a bitter smile, "You're still in the mood to play chess?"
Grand Secretary Zhang said, "Are you talking about the rumor? After saying those words, I feel like I'm in a good mood. I can't be any better. "
Duke Mo sighed and said, "Seeing that you don't hide anything, I thought you really had that intention."
Grand Secretary Zhang said indifferently, "What's the difference between me and the emperor now? After all, I just want to do something. The title is not important. "
A young man came in with two cups of coarse tea. Hearing this, he said, "If the title is not right, the words are not right. If the words are not right, the Dao will be difficult to carry out."
Grand Secretary Zhang saw that the young man's eyes were calm like an old man. He asked in surprise, "What's your name?"
The young man said, "Yun Qi, the disciple of Duke Mo."
Grand Secretary Zhang said, "This name is too casual. I'm afraid you have a long way to go in this life."
The young man smiled and said, "I don't know that I'm a guest in my dreams. My hometown is where my heart is at peace. I gave myself this name to remind myself not to deliberately remember who I am and where I come from."
That night, Grand Secretary Zhang returned to the manor and sat with his wife. They talked about the young man they met in the Xiushan cottage during the day.
"Among all the young talents I've seen, he is only inferior to two."
His wife plucked a strand of hair from his collar and burned it in the oil lamp. She asked, "Who are they?"
Grand Secretary Zhang said, "I've met Crown Prince Jing once when he was young, and the other person is His Majesty."
His wife's hand trembled slightly. It was unclear if it was burned by the fire. "His Majesty?" she exclaimed in surprise.
Grand Secretary Zhang said, "His Majesty is a wise man who looks foolish. He is unfathomable and extraordinary."
Many people, including his subordinates, his son, and his old friends, tried to persuade him to take a step forward. He would give different answers to all of them.
He would only tell his true thoughts in front of his wife late at night.
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In many people's eyes, the Grand Secretary didn't want to be the emperor because he was satisfied with the current situation; but they were not satisfied.
For instance, his most loyal subordinate and friend, the Minister of Rites, thought that if he didn't want to be the emperor, when would he be able to become the Grand Secretary?
The most dissatisfied person was the eldest son of the Zhang family, thinking that if the Grand Secretary didn't want to be the emperor, he would have no hope and would be in danger in the future.
The change of a dynasty was the most profitable business in the world. The benefits were so great that many people were tempted and wanted to kill him.
The Grand Secretary made it clear that he wouldn't do anything about it. As a result, some people started to do something about it in private.
One early morning, a few water carts from Spring Mountain passed the inspection of the guards and entered the Royal Palace.
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