My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

The clear heart of the sword and the pure heart are the fundamental reasons why Gai Nie's perception is different from ordinary people.

He is like a mirror, and everyone who stands in front of the mirror will reflect another version of themselves.

As long as the Gai Nie mirror is erected, no matter how deep the city is, it cannot be hidden.

Unless the mirror is dirty.

Close your eyes, the noise in your heart goes away, but the noise in your ears becomes louder.

Gai Nie had already discovered this abnormal phenomenon in the past.

Just as he immediately discovered that the heart of the sword was covered in dust, he stayed away from Xianyang and chased the light in his heart.

Gai Nie didn't notice anything strange.

Zhang Er, who proclaimed himself King of Zhao, Chen Yu, who was under one person in Zhao and more than ten thousand people, the cruel King Bao of Wei, and Wei Jiu, the gentleman of Ningling.

Zhao, Wei, the fate of the two countries.

His mind was filled with thoughts, considerations, and melancholy, which occupied all his mind and left him no time to care.

These people and these things are much more important than the people in front of you, right?
A small leak will sink a great ship.

If you can save the dead people in front of you, save them, but more people will die in the future...

The fingers of the hand on the sword hilt were spread open and slowly released.

He can take care of these things, but he shouldn't.

Everything is for the sake of the overall situation and to save more people.

The sword master opened his eyes, and in front of him were five women whose bodies were not graceful.

They work all year round and have little food and little clothing.

Their skin is rough, dull, and unhealthy dark yellow, and they are so thin that their ribs are visible, like five white-bone spirits.

Their clean faces are not outstanding, and there is no beauty that can be called Xiaojiabiyu. They all have faces that have been ruined by life.

There are wrinkles on my forehead, small scars on my face that I don’t know how to get there, and my lips are chapped and peeled with no desire to taste them.

The cold wind is not biting, but gentle and gusty.

I don’t know if it will chill my heart, but it will definitely freeze my body.

The five women knelt on the ground and begged Wei Bing to let them put on their clothes and leave.

Their bodies were exposed to the public, watched by countless people. But they seemed completely ignorant of the four words of etiquette, justice and shame. They did not make any cover up, nor did they hide their faces in shame.

Can those things keep them alive?

Being told not to speak out, and feeling distrusted, he committed suicide. He was a gentleman born into a noble family.

Her body was seen, she committed murder and then committed suicide just to preserve her family and reputation. She was a noble daughter of a wealthy family.

Folk girls don't know this. Folk girls just want to live, and living is better than death.

Gai Nie pursed his lips and turned around, not wanting to see this human tragedy.

Within sight of turning his head.

At the door of a shop, a fat man dressed as a shopkeeper was lying on the ground, with blood on his throat and face, and his clothes were half off.

Two Wei soldiers squatted beside him, pulling on the remaining half of the shopkeeper's clothes.

One of them didn't know what he touched. He smiled happily and put it in his arms. Another Wei soldier looked at him enviously, then stood up and struck the shopkeeper in the abdomen with his sword, cursing "bad luck".

The shopkeeper had a long gash in his stomach, and blood and oil were flowing out together.

Gai Nie gritted his teeth and turned again.

The old man held his granddaughter by the waist and refused to let her go. Wei Bing tore her apart, kicked the old man over, and took his granddaughter away quickly.

The granddaughter cried hoarsely, shouting "Big Father" over and over again.

The old man lying on the ground grabbed his chest and struggled to get up, begging loudly to Master Bing not to take away his daughter. The annoyed Master drew out his sword and struck it in the air, saying, "If you keep making noise, I will give you a sword."

The old man must not be relaxed as he stood there, desperately watching his granddaughter being taken away.

Gai Nie held his breath and turned again!
The strong butcher protected Xijun behind him, his eyes were blood red, and he rushed forward with a butcher's knife to chop heavily.

Seven or eight Wei soldiers, with faces full of jest, surrounded the pair of miserable mandarin ducks. They looked at the beautiful girl with pear blossoms and rainy flowers and the butcher with a desperate look on his face, laughing with joy.

Gai Nie has not only traveled across the world and seen the best in single combat, but also served as the deputy commander of the secret guards, and is proficient in the art of combined attack by soldiers.

At a glance, it can be seen that the butcher, who looks full of flesh, has a strong momentum, and is brandishing a butcher knife, is about to die. Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

As soon as the butcher's strength relaxed slightly and his steps were well-established, the Wei soldiers who had been surrounding the two men would draw blood with their swords.

Among the women on the street, Xijun, the butcher, who was able to maintain his health due to eating meat, could be called a beautiful lady, grabbed her husband's shoulders tightly.

Her weak brows and eyes were full of fear, and her delicate body shrank again and again behind her husband.

"Don't be afraid, Jiang'er. As long as I'm here, these pigs and dogs can't take you away!"

The majestic butcher is like a patron saint, guarding his most beloved wife. He wields a butcher knife so that no one dares to take three steps forward.

"Ok!"

The beautiful girl responded solemnly, but the despair in her eyes became more and more intense.

In Daliang, he fought with Wei soldiers and disobeyed the king's orders.

If you are lucky enough not to die today, you will die tomorrow.

The beautiful girl who thought everything clearly did not go out to seek pleasure, but hid herself deeper, hoping to live one more day.

Ge Nie couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Meijiao Niang thinks too much. The couple will not survive today.

The sword master turned his head again, but there was sin everywhere and there was no purity anywhere.

Being in this world is better than hell.

"Where is your home! Lead the way!"

The sound was very close. The sword master looked back, but before he could turn his head, he was pushed hard on his back.

Without moving at all, he turned his head and looked calmly at a Wei soldier with steaming blood on his armor.

Wei Bing looked a little solemn, beckoning his colleagues to come over, and drew his sword to make a virtual strike.

"If you don't move, I'll chop you with my sword!"

"presumptuous!"

A shout sounded suddenly.

Wei Jiu, with sawdust on his body, walked towards Gai Nie.

"Greetings to Lord Ningling!"

The Wei soldiers, who looked arrogant and filled with murderous intent, immediately put on serious faces and saluted Wei Jiu in unison.

"I am a distinguished guest! You dare to ask questions!"

Lord Ningling was so imposing that he suppressed all the Wei soldiers and made it difficult for them to laugh. They even said they had misunderstood him.

Lord Ningling's eyes were high above his head, without even looking at the soldiers, he stretched out his hand and said to the Sword Master:
"Sir, please go back to your house and talk about the important things."

Gai Nie didn't move.

Lord Ningling's voice was low.

“Don’t let the small lose the big.”

"Because of small things, big things are lost."

Gai Nie murmured, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked expressionlessly:
"Palace maid, First Emperor, which one is younger, which one is older."

Last year, a palace maid who was more beautiful than the beautiful girl hiding behind the butcher died by his sword just because of a word.

Lord Ningling's mouth kept moving, answering what Gai Nie had just asked, but Gai Nie couldn't hear a thing.

The sword master turned around and looked around. He saw the five naked women who were being led away like pigs and dogs. They no longer begged for mercy and cried out, but resigned themselves to their fate in despair.

A quick look at the ground revealed four or five corpses.

The butcher's head was covered with sweat and he was panting. The butcher's knife in his hand did not dare to dance any slower.

Different place, different people.

Actually, it's all the same.

The sword at his waist trembled and screamed unevenly.

I feel extremely uncomfortable during the flu and fever, even more uncomfortable than when I had Yang!