249 B.C., Zhao Country, Handan!
It was the middle of winter, the wind was cold and the snow was heavy. The entire Handan was covered in silver. The snow-covered streets were cold and quiet. Looking up, there were few people.
However, in the depths of the east alley south of the market, under the snowstorm, under a few umbrellas that were covered in snow, there were six noble children wearing brocade furs.
At their feet was a youth curled up on the ground. At this moment, his face was bruised and swollen, and it was impossible to recognize his face.
Although he was also wearing a brocade coat, it looked like it had been worn for many years. Not only did it not fit him well, but it was also patched in many places.
He was Zhao Zheng, who had been beaten up for a long time. Although he was curled up on the ground, feeling cold and painful, he bit his lips tightly. His bright eyes were extremely stubborn, and his forehead was raised high. He did not say a word. He did not even beg for mercy because of the pain on his body. He had a firm and unyielding character.
"Zhao Zheng, your father has abandoned you, and you still have the face to live in this world? If it were me, I would have smashed my head to death long ago!”
As soon as these words were said, it seemed to have touched Zhao Zheng's sore spot. He, who had been silently enduring, suddenly roared,"Nonsense, how could my father not want me?”
"If that's the case, why didn't I bring you back after so many years?”
Zhao Zheng didn't say anything. Because of the Battle of Changping, his father bore a grudge for the Zhao people. Later, with Lu Buwei's help, he managed to escape back to the Qin country.
Now, many years had passed, and the three of them had stayed here, allowing others to bully them and live a shameful life. It was as if they had been forgotten by their father. This had always been a thorn in his heart.
He was most afraid that his father would forget about them, so he was extremely afraid to hear such words.
At this moment, a melodious and ethereal voice suddenly came from afar.
"If the Qin people come to pick us up, will the King of Zhao let us go?”
The moment these words came out, everyone was stunned and didn't know how to respond. They were instantly speechless. They were originally the children of officials, so they naturally knew what the exchange of hostages in the kingdom meant!
How could he let go of this kind of bargaining chip between the kingdoms? Now that the hostage had escaped back to Qin Country, and Qin Country was powerful, how could the King of Zhao let Zhao Zheng and his son go back so easily?
They only said this because they wanted to humiliate Zhao Zheng verbally. They didn't expect that someone would speak up for him in the territory of the State of Zhao.
They looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure slowly appearing from the corner of Zhu Lane on the east street. He stepped on a snow swan and leisurely walked over.
When they got closer, they saw clearly that it was actually a youth. At this moment, his right hand was casually holding a jade bamboo flute, and his left hand was holding a plum blossom umbrella. Snowflakes were falling from the umbrella.
This young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was as beautiful as a jade forest. He was spotless and unafraid of dust. He was like a beautiful jade. No one expected him to be so beautiful.
The snow-white fox fur coat did not touch the rain or snow. It moved with the wind, making him look like a fairy in the snow.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly into a faint smile. A brilliant halo shot out from his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.
Although they were all men, everyone could not help but be moved by the youth's beauty. They were shocked, angry, and a little jealous.
"Who are you? What right did he have to speak up for this b * tch from the State of Qin?”
"I just think that it's a little too much for so many of you to bully a child.”
"Heh, who do you think you are? How dare you interfere in my matters? I think you're tired of living, right?”
Ji Wuchen caressed the ice-cold jade bamboo flute leisurely. He was not angry when he saw the arrogant and rude words of the young noble leader. He simply pointed his finger and a burst of energy shot out. A few falling snowflakes turned into mist upon contact. The energy shot out did not decrease and directly hit the chest of the arrogant young noble.
"Bang!"
"Ah…"
A muffled sound rang out, followed by a miserable cry. The slightly plump noble youth was directly sent flying several meters by this attack, falling to the ground in an extremely sorry state.
The power of this attack immediately shocked everyone present. They were all children of nobles and had lived a luxurious life since they were young. They had never seen such a kung fu that could injure people from afar.
For a moment, he didn't know how to respond. The arrogant youth from before was so frightened that he couldn't speak.
One of them mustered his courage and asked sternly,""Who exactly are you? Do you know the consequences of offending us?”
"I don't know what the consequences of offending you are, but I know what the consequences will be if you don't leave.”
He gently raised the jade bamboo flute, and a terrifying aura surrounded it. An aura of death gradually spread, causing people to feel the pressure of death.
These noble children were terrified. Facing death, no one dared to stay for even a moment. They helped the leading noble youth up and fled in a sorry state.
There were only two people left in the snow. One was Zhao Zheng, and the other was Ji Wuchen.
Ji Wuchen looked at the young man with a swollen face and could not help but smile. Who would have thought that this young man with a swollen face and a bruised nose was actually Ying Zheng, the one and only Emperor who had unified the six dynasties? It was really funny to think about it.
Of course, what was even funnier was Ji Wuchen, a young man from two thousand years later, standing here because of an accident.
Zhao Zheng raised his head and looked at Ji Wuchen, who had an otherworldly aura. He looked harmless and powerless. He would never have thought that the death suppression he had given people just now, especially the faint killing intent, would be so strong.
He could feel that although the jade bamboo flute was also made of a rare piece of jade, it could not hurt people.
For Ji Wuchen to be able to do all this, he must be a Jianghu person. He had never seen Jianghu people since he was young, but he had heard that they all knew martial arts and were masters of this world.
As for him, although he had the noble bloodline of the Qin royal family, he had been bullied many times since he was young. His entire body was covered in wounds. He was furious, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
Because he was a weakling. The more he resisted, the greater the damage.
Therefore, he wanted to become stronger. Today was an opportunity, and the opportunity was fleeting. He could not miss it.
Thinking of this, he did not hesitate at all. He got up and walked forward. His legs smashed directly into the snow. He knelt down and supported himself with both hands. Ignoring the cold snow, he buried his head in the snow." Zheng, I beg your benefactor to accept me as a disciple!”
Ji Wuchen was slightly stunned. He did not expect Zhao Zheng to say such a thing on his first time speaking. At the same time, he was somewhat impressed by this youth's courage.
It was undeniable that he had come to help Zhao Zheng this time to take him in as a disciple. This was because becoming Zhao Zheng's master was the first mission he had obtained from the Divine Emperor Teacher System. Once he completed it, he would obtain the Divine Sword Casket that everyone was looking forward to, the Unparalleled Sword Casket!
This was also the reason why he traveled thousands of miles from Xianyang to Handan.
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