In an ordinary tavern, the wine was filled with customers, and the fragrance of wine permeated the air.
In a secret chamber below the restaurant, a secret letter fell down the slide.
The black-robed man sitting in the secret room took the secret letter and opened it. His hands froze.
His eyes revealed a hint of surprise.
I only saw the letter on the slip of paper,
"Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin…"
After a long while, the black-robed man regained his senses. His expression was heavy, and the finger bone holding the note was already white.
Thump, thump…
As the black-robed man lightly knocked a few times, a few figures entered the secret chamber.
"One of the world's top swordsmen, the great grandmaster Jing Ke Assassins the King of Qin!
He had failed on the verge of success and brazenly went to his death!
From today onwards, our disciples will mourn for three days!
As the few figures left, in the secret room, in the wine shop...
In just a moment, the guests were all silent. There was no more excitement.
There were even some who beat their chests and stamped their feet, sobbing and cursing,
The heavens were unfair, and the violent Qin could not perish!
This scene was repeated in the various countries.
At this moment, in a mountain villa, a few figures were singing in a bamboo forest. The fragrance of wine spread everywhere.
Just as everyone was playing the bamboo and singing, a figure in a Confucian robe stumbled into the bamboo forest. The paper in his hand was already soaked in sweat.
"Mister Fang Liang! Mister Zhang Fang!"
The scholarly disciple hurriedly shouted when he saw the drunk Zhang Liang raising his wine cup.
Zhang Liang received the note with one hand and his gaze landed on it.
It was written that Gong Ziheng had mastered the power of the natural disaster and killed the great grandmaster Jing Ke. The assassination plan had failed!
Upon seeing this, Zhang Liang's pupils suddenly constricted!
The drunkenness in his eyes instantly disappeared, and a hint of anger gradually appeared in his eyes.
At this moment, Zhang Liang felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. He clenched his fist and punched the stone table, making a dull sound.
"Violent Qin shall perish! Tyrant should be killed!
What was the feat of assassinating the emperor?
Why didn't the heavens help?"
When Zhang Liang saw the news of Jing Ke's death, his eyes gradually became moist.
After drinking a cup of strong wine, he roared into the sky,"
"It's hard for the violent Qin Dynasty to die! It's hard for the violent Qin Dynasty to die!"
In the depths of the manor, in a quiet room, Xun Zi, who was sitting quietly, also received a note.
Xun Zi's gaze was deep as he looked up into the sky, feeling uneasy.
In a trance, it was as if he saw a bloody storm.
"I'm afraid that war will break out again in this world…"
Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After knocking on the door, a group of scholarly disciples entered the manor's main hall.
At this moment, many scholarly disciples had already gathered in the hall. Above them were the Three Saints of the Little Sage Zhuang and Master Xun!
However, the hall was filled with sorrow.
Jing Ke stabbed Qin and brazenly faced death!
Many of the scholarly disciples were extremely sorrowful, and they cursed the tyrant in their hearts for living a long life and causing harm for a thousand years!
Some of the more far-sighted people looked at the news from outside and frowned.
"Does that Young Master Heng really have the evil ability to control the yellow sand disaster?”
As soon as he said that, the rest of the Confucian disciples looked sideways.
"The yellow sand disaster was terrifying. Even a great grandmaster of his generation, Jing Ke, died in its hands.”
"Where did the yellow sand disaster come from? Why could the power of natural disasters be controlled by mortals?”
"If that Great Qin's Third Young Master really controls the Yellow Sand Disaster, our path to rebelling against the Qin Empire will be filled with another obstacle…"
For a moment, many of the scholarly disciples in the hall were distressed.
"Ridiculous!
Zi Buyu is a monster!
The so-called yellow sand disaster was probably just a strange martial art. How could there be someone in the world who could control the wind and rain to control the natural disaster?”
Zhang Liang, who had been silent all this while, slammed the table and stood up angrily.
Zhang Liang was the third grandmaster of the scholarly faction, and as soon as he said this, many of the scholarly disciples fell silent.
After a while, a scholarly disciple nodded and said,"
"Indeed. Zi Buyu is a freak with supernatural powers and terrifying natural disasters.”
More and more scholarly disciples nodded in agreement. However, Master Xun, who was sitting on the throne, had a deep gaze and remained silent.
Although he didn't want to believe in those supernatural things, but…
Master Xun's gaze fell on the paper in front of him.
"Young Master Heng of the Great Qin Dynasty has the ability to control the yellow sand disaster. He destroyed the Great Grandmaster Jing Ke with a flip of his hand!”
These few lines of words were like a heavy hammer to Xun Zi.
"Is it really some kind of strange martial art?”Master Xun's heart palpitated. He felt that something was out of his control…
It was night, all was quiet, under the starry sky
Xiaoyao Zi faced the mountains. As a messenger pigeon landed, Xiaoyao Zi took out the letter and unfolded it. It was Jing Ke, the King of Qin Assassination.
After a while, the creed turned into dust in Xiaoyao Zi's hands and disappeared with the wind.
Xiao Yao Zi's gaze was deep as he looked into the night sky. His gaze was filled with stars,
It was as if he wanted to use the stars to deduce the way to break through this chaotic world.
Just as Xiaoyao Zi was observing the stars, a young girl in a Daoist robe seemed to be riding the wind.
Sensing that Xiaoyao Zi was observing the stars, he waited silently.
Finally, after a gust of night wind, Xiaoyao Zi's figure moved slightly."
"This chaotic world is about to change again."
The girl in the Taoist robe was confused."
"Did something happen?"
After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yao Zi looked up at a part of the starry sky that belonged to Great Qin.
"Over there, an Emperor Star is rising up, and it's shining brightly!”
This time, the girl was even more confused.
"Hasn't the Qin Country's Emperor Star always been there?”
"No…I don't know.
It was another Emperor Star!
It's two Emperor Stars!"
At this point, there was a slight tremble in Xiaoyao Zi's calm voice!
"How is that possible?"
The girl in the Daoist robe was shocked. There were actually two Emperor Stars shining under the Qin Starry Sky?
In a field, a strong man dressed like a farmer wiped his sweat and walked to the side to rest under the shade of a tree.
However, not long after, she was woken up by a commotion.
Several strong men dressed as farmers had already gathered around.
"Let's go, let's go, Xia Kui's emergency move!"
Before the man who was about to rest could react, he was pulled away. The group of people ran towards the core of the farm.
In the Mohist City of Traps, the serrated gears in the deep pool of water were spinning, bringing along the gurgling stream.
A group of Mo clan disciples patrolled past, taking some water from the stream to wet their faces.
"Do you think that Gong Ziheng has really mastered the Yellow Sand Calamity?”
One of the disciples asked.
" Who knows? But Jing Ke, who was able to kill a martial grandmaster, probably has an indescribable strength…"
The news of Jing Ke assassinating Qin and Gong Ziheng controlling the natural disaster had also spread to the Mohist City of Traps.
The defense of the City of Traps became even more tense.
It was as if there was going to be another storm in this chaotic world…
In the Royal Palace of the Capital of Yan, the King of Yan sat on his throne with a gloomy expression.
A figure was kneeling on the ground. It was Crown Prince Dan!
Crown Prince Dan remained silent in the face of Yan Wangxi's reprimand.
But his heart was filled with sorrow. Jing Ke was already the strongest swordsman he could find.
If everything went according to plan, the King of Qin would have been executed by now. However, unexpectedly, that Young Master Heng appeared out of nowhere…
"You, what have you done?”Yan Wangxi's voice trembled, and his tone was filled with grief and indignation.
"How dare you? How dare you send someone to assassinate the King of Qin?"
Prince Dan remained silent and allowed Prince Xi to berate him.
After a while, Yan Wangxi finally calmed down.
"Now that the King of Qin is furious, our Yan Country is in danger.
Didn't you come up with many plans?
Then tell me, how should the Yan Country handle itself?!”
Yan Wangxi sounded a little tired.
Crown Prince Dan raised his head slightly when he heard this, and his eyes revealed some thoughts.
"The Ghost Valley has a method of combining vertical and horizontal.
The so-called alliance was the mutual oath between countries to help each other.
"Now that the Great Qin cavalry is coming menacingly, our Yan Country will naturally be unable to resist."
However, if he could unite Qi and Chu, he might be able to take a gamble!”
The King of Yan let out a breath of turbid air. His heart was filled with complicated emotions.
The Yan Country was weak. There were powerful ministers in the country and powerful countries outside!
Outsiders said that he was incompetent, but facing Great Qin's cavalry, he was completely helpless.
It wasn't that he didn't want to save the world, but that he really couldn't do it…
"Go. It will be as you said."
The King of Yan's voice sounded even more tired.
"Yes…"
Crown Prince Dan replied and turned to leave.
Whoosh...
A gust of autumn wind blew past, and Crown Prince Dan shivered, his heart turning cold.
"Gongzi Heng!"
Crown Prince Dan enunciated each word, his tone filled with hatred…
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