Daqin storyteller: I have become a sword fairy all the way

At this time, Xianyang City, Xianyang Palace, and the treasure house of the Qin family.

Qin Shihuang sat alone in front of the stone gate, holding the blood-stained Ding Qin sword in his right hand and the head of a concubine in his left hand, silent.

The immortal on the mural on the stone gate turned his head and looked at Qin Shihuang with an unconcealable smile on his face.

"Yingzheng, are you willing to be a personal emperor?"

"Yingzheng, even if you have made great achievements, even if people of later generations praise you for thousands of years, your lifespan is only at most a hundred years. Think about it, why do you, who have made such achievements, want to compete with those who are flat-headed? People live the same long?"

"Son of Heaven, you should live the same life as heaven and earth!"

Qin Shihuang lowered his head and looked at the head he was holding in his hand. He knew that this was his favorite concubine, but so, he was holding her head, but his heart was calm, and he didn't even feel anything.

The immortal on the mural continued: "Ying Zheng, it is not easy to become an immortal. Do you know where you are short?"

Qin Shihuang raised his head, looked at the fairy on the mural with empty eyes, opened his mouth, and asked hoarsely, "Where is my mission?"

The immortal smiled evilly and said, "You killed too few people. If mortals want to touch the sky, they must have enough corpses under their feet, otherwise you will not be able to touch the sky at all."

When Qin Shihuang heard this, he stood up holding the Ding Qin sword, and flicked the blood stained on the sword. The blood that was flung out was stained on piles of gold, which was very dazzling.

His figure was shaky, his eyes were extremely empty, and he said to himself: "It's not enough, if I want to become a fairy, I must become a fairy!"

The fairy on the stone gate has changed his appearance at this time, from the appearance of a fairy-like old man to a ferocious monster. He stared at Qin Shihuang's leaving back and said with a sharp smile: "Yes, that's it, kill, Kill everyone!"

Ying Zheng held the Ding Qin sword and pushed open the door of the treasure house. The imperial guards waiting at the door lowered their heads, waiting for Qin Shihuang's order.

And in front of the treasure house, there were corpses of eunuchs and maids all over the floor. The blood flowed down the drain next to the treasure house and merged into the moat, adding some fresher red to the already red moat.

Holding the Ding Qin sword, Qin Shihuang stepped into the pile of corpses, he stepped on those corpses that were still warm, and ignored the blood stained on his body.

Occasionally he could step on a corpse that was still alive, and when the corpse groaned in pain, he would stab the sword in his hand into that person's throat without hesitation, and would say this in his mouth: "I want to become a fairy!"

At this time, Qin Shihuang was wandering in the palace with disheveled hair. He held the Qin sword firmly in his hand, and when he saw a living person, he slashed and killed them mechanically.

In the beginning, when facing those faces he was familiar with, there would still be some fluctuations in his eyes, but now, he no longer has any reaction at all.

In the palace, the veterans who grew up with him, the loyal ministers who assisted him in the country, and the concubines who relieved him by his side were all mercilessly hacked to death by him.

The massacre in the palace lasted for five full days. He didn't drink a drop of water in these five days. He no longer remembers how many people he killed, but as far as he could see, there were all corpses, and the ground under his feet was also thickly condensed. Ice made of blood.

He stood in front of the main hall of Xianyang Palace, overlooking Xianyang City. There were almost no lights in the city, just like an empty city.

Qin Shihuang killed all his courtiers, wives and concubines, all the court ladies and eunuchs, all the craftsmen and stewards, and the next step was to kill all his own imperial troops.

Those forbidden soldiers seemed to be born to die. Qin Shihuang gave an order, and they lined up. Facing the somewhat curled Ding Qin sword in Qin Shihuang's hand, they just walked up in line and watched the long sword piercing into the body. Then he fell flat, took his last breaths, closed his eyes and died.

Until the end, Qin Shihuang was the only one left in the huge Xianyang Palace. He supported himself with the Qin sword and sat down with difficulty.

He sat on the steps of the main hall, looking at the countless corpses in front of him, he didn't have any emotions other than satisfaction.

The cold wind in the deep winter blew his loose hair and made his dragon robe full of blood stiff. He looked at the dark city of Xianyang and remained silent.

He raised his head to look at the bright moon above his head, showing yearning expression, and said to himself: "When I become a fairy, I will go to the moon for you to have a look."

At this time, in the dead and silent city of Xianyang, a firework burst out suddenly. The firework rose up from the dark city alone, and then exploded alone.

Ying Zheng watched the fireworks, one after another, but every time it was in the same position, it was so lonely.

He stood up, walked out of Xianyang Palace staggeringly, and walked towards the place where the fireworks rose.

When he got there, he saw the people who set off the fireworks.

It was a child with a runny nose and wearing a thin cotton coat, and the streets around the child were full of scattered objects and corpses lying on the ground.

The child held the lit incense in his hand, staring at one after another of the fireworks rising into the air and then exploding.

Qin Shihuang walked over, opened his mouth, and asked hoarsely, "I ask you, why don't you run?"

The child looked at Qin Shihuang innocently, wiped his nose with his cuff and smiled, "Because today is New Year's Day."

"But everyone is asleep, I can't scream no matter what, my parents don't know where they are, but I have grown up, I will wait until they come back, they promised me that they will make dumplings for me on New Year's Day eat."

"Have you ever eaten dumplings? The dumplings made by my mother are delicious."

Qin Shihuang was silent, and asked in a low voice: "My child, how about I send you to see your parents?"

"Really? That's great, then I can have dumplings today!"

Qin Shihuang slowly raised the Ding Qin sword in his hand, but when he was about to cut it off, someone grabbed his wrist.

Qin Shihuang turned his head and saw the person who grabbed his wrist.

"Gai Nie, I want you to let go!"

Gai Nie firmly grabbed Qin Shihuang's wrist, and angrily said: "Look at what you have done. If a person as sinful as you can become a fairy, then everyone in the world will be a fairy!"

"Gai Nie, let me say it again, let me go!"

Gai Nie was silent, he stood in front of the child, stared at Qin Shihuang's empty eyes, and shook his head lightly.

Qin Shihuang yelled, kicked Gai Nie away who was already an ordinary person, and stabbed Gai Nie with the Ding Qin sword in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of metal collisions, and a figure stood in front of Gai Nie.

The figure stood there, the hem of his clothes fluttering with the cold wind. He pointed his long sword at Qin Shihuang, and said in a cold voice, "Guigu Weizhuang, tell the heaven and earth that today we will do justice for the heaven and kill Yingzheng!"

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