The mad prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, three thousand heavy snow dragon cavalry trample Xianyang
25 A funeral! Three days of mourning

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The next day,

In Xianyang Palace.

Ying Changqing was practicing the Son of Heaven's Gaze in his courtyard.

The extra-normal meridians run by themselves, and all the eight meridians are unblocked.

An endless stream of power of providence transformed into a warm current that flowed through Ying Changqing's meridians.

God level cultivation techniques were indeed different.

Ying Changqing could clearly feel his inner Qi moving and strengthening in his body, cleansing and tempering his body.

"The more you cultivate the Son of Heaven's Gazing at Qi, the more energetic you will be and the clearer your mind will be. This was a pleasant surprise. It far surpassed other cultivation techniques.”

Ying Changqing slowly let out a breath and opened his eyes.

Lu Bu and Li Guang had appeared in front of him.

"Your subordinate did not fail your mission!"

The two of them cupped their hands and explained the entire process.

Other than Fu Su himself, only a few personal guards survived.

As if sensing Ying Changqing's hatred for the Confucian Sect, Lu Bu didn't dare to hold back.

The Confucian scholars who followed Fu Su were all dead.

Ying Changqing didn't care about Fu Su, but he was very interested in another thing.

"In that case, even a grandmaster of the Confucian Sect couldn't withstand a single move from you?”

He was also a grandmaster now, but he rarely had the chance to fight someone of the same level.

Without a reference, he didn't know how strong he was in the same realm.

On the contrary, Lu Bu and Li Guang would occasionally spar with him.

At first, he couldn't even take one move. Li Guang was slightly weaker, but he still took him down within three moves.

The strength of a great grandmaster was almost among the top few people in this world.

However, Ying Changqing's improvement was astonishing.

It could also be said that he seemed to have extraordinary talent in combat.

At least for now, Li Guang would have to expend a lot of effort if he wanted to take him down.

Hearing Ying Changqing's question, Lu Bu curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"What kind of grandmaster is he? At most, he was just a pseudo-grandmaster. He had not opened all eight meridians, and his inner qi was weak.”

"If Young Master makes a move, he will definitely die on the spot in less than ten breaths!”

Ying Changqing nodded slightly. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

"Looks like the Grandmasters in this world are a little weak.”

He did not know much about the experts of this world.

Just in case, he sent the only two martial grandmasters he had with him.

They hadn't expected that Lu Bu alone would be able to easily take care of everyone without even needing Li Guang to do anything.

Even the so-called Grandmaster was so vulnerable.

Right at this moment,

A eunuch's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"His Majesty has decreed to summon all the young masters into the hall.”

Hearing this, Ying Changqing revealed a playful expression.

It had only been less than a day since Fu Su was crippled, and the palace still did not know about it.

From the looks of it, it was the matter of Huhai.

That was true.

"This matter should be settled.”

…………

Xianyang Palace.

In a deserted side hall.

The young masters came to this place in response to the imperial edict, but they saw that the entire side hall was covered in white cloth.

In the middle of the hall,

A coffin was quietly placed there.

There was nothing else.

Upon seeing this, the various young masters suddenly understood.

It turned out that this was where Huhai's corpse was.

The eunuch who was standing guard at the side coughed lightly and took out a memorial service.

"Ah! When I was young, I lost my father. When I grew up, I didn't know who to rely on…"

" Seven days after your death, I will be able to express my grief and sincerity to the spirit of your eighteenth son..."

…………

Everyone looked confused.

It was a little different from what they had imagined.

Even so, many people still cooperated and wiped their tears.

Not long after,

Bursts of whimpering sounds rang out one after another.

However, this crying technique was a little clumsy, and even Ying Changqing couldn't stand it anymore.

After 15 minutes, he finally finished reading.

The eunuch put away the funeral oration and said solemnly.

"His Majesty has ordered that all the young masters stay here for three days. During this period, you are not allowed to take a step out.”

Instantly.

Everyone's expression changed, especially Young Master Jiang Lu. His face was visibly sad and he looked miserable.

He wasn't even this sad when he was reading the funeral oration just now.

Ying Changqing didn't comment.

He walked past the crowd and walked into the hall by himself. He found a seat and knelt down.

Seeing this, the others followed suit.

However, they didn't know that in an inner room just a wall away from them, the First Emperor was sitting there.

Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, silently observing the young masters in the hall through the secret compartment in the inner chamber.

After staring at Ying Changqing for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Where is Fu Su now?"

" Your Majesty," the eunuch beside him said respectfully," I heard that the Eldest Young Master arrived in Guanzhong yesterday. He should be able to reach Xianyang tonight."”

"Oh."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, his face expressionless.

The border was far away, so it was normal to delay by a day.

However, he could not delay the funeral. If he dragged the corpse any longer, it would probably stink.

"If Fusu is here, let him come and guard the spirit.”

"There's more."

"Guard the spirit for three days and record every young master's reaction.”

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