The situation of the world is that if it is divided for a long time, it will be united, and if it is united for a long time, it will be divided.
Since the fall of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the rise of the Five Tyrants of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period after the Five Tyrants, it had been hundreds of years. Although the heroes had fought for the Central Plains for hundreds of years, talents had emerged in each generation, and each had been leading the way for decades.
In this chaotic world, the strongest people weren't the nobles, the rich generals, or the high and mighty kings of the various countries.
The Hundred Schools of Thought and the Hundred Schools of Thought contended. This was a chaotic world and a world of great strife.
The rise and fall of every generation of nobles, the rise and fall of a country, all had the Hundred Schools of Philosophy behind them.
Among the Hundred Schools of Thought, there were also strong and weak schools. The Mohist School and the Confucianist School were known as the two most prominent schools of thought in the world, and their influence was beyond imagination. In this chaotic world, the suffering commoners undoubtedly yearned for the Mohist School, which was filled with chivalrous spirit, rather than the Confucianist School, which was well-read.
Su Qin united the six states and wore the seal of the six states, forcing the Qin State to abolish the plan of becoming emperor. Zhang Yi was a man of great talent and strategy, disintegrating the alliance of the six states and helping the Qin State to dominate the troubled times. Pang Juan was brave and invincible, making the originally weak Wei State dominate the Central Plains. Sun Bin was invincible, besieging Wei to save Zhao, killing Pang Juan, and writing an unprecedented military book that was passed down to later generations.
The School of Horizontal Strategy was a sect that hid the laws of heaven and earth. Although they only sent two disciples each time, it had to be said that the wisdom, martial strength, potential, bearing, courage, and vision of the two disciples were all dragons among men.
Now, the new generation of disciples of the School of Political Conspiracy: The vertical sword Gai Nie and the horizontal sword Wei Zhuang had already completed the test of leaving the mountain and entered this chaotic world.
Wei Zhuang returned to Han with the dream of restoring the country. This country that he hated but could not let go was the weakest country among the seven countries.
That's right, confidence.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Zhuang. For the sake of the suffering citizens of the six dynasties, I can only apologize to you.”
Ge Nia apologized to himself. He looked straight at Xianyang Palace, gripped his sword, and walked toward the palace with firm steps.
On the peak of the back mountain, Han Fei and Xun Zi looked at each other.
"What kind of dream?"
"When I woke up, I had already forgotten the contents of my dream. I only found that the tears on the pillow were still wet.”Han Fei looked at Xun Zi.
"Is it a sad dream?" Xun Zi asked with his eyes closed.
"As expected, you still can't let go. Forget it, forget it. Go down the mountain. Remember to tell your fellow disciples that you'll come back when you're free in the future.”
Although Han was the last country among the seven countries, the current generation of Ghost Valley disciples, the Horizontal Sword Guard, was already in Han. Perhaps Han Fei and Wei Zhuang might have a chance to turn the situation around.
With that, Han Fei turned around and went down the mountain.
Xun Zi shook his head and sighed as he watched Han Fei leave the mountain.
In the Small Sage Manor.
"Senior Brother, are you going back to Han Country?" The young Li Si was a little confused.
Li Si looked serious. He knew that Han Fei was far more talented than him. Since Han Fei had decided to go to Han, he could only go to Qin. Only Qin, the strongest country among the seven countries, could give him the confidence to fight Han Fei in the future.
"In that case, the next time we meet, we will be opponents.”
Han Fei didn't expect his junior brother to be so jealous of him. But now that he had said it, it was useless to say more. He had to go to Han Country as soon as possible. The sooner Han became stronger, the more opportunities he would have in the future.
Han Fei took the grass and walked out of the Small Saint Manor.
Li Si looked at Han Fei's back, packed his things, and then headed to the State of Qin.
The two of them were like the disciples of Ghost Valley. Ge Nia and Wei Zhuang's silhouettes overlapped. They were different silhouettes, and they were heading in the same direction. They had different thoughts, but they had the same ambition.
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