Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Pray for surrender? Huh? What did Master say?"

The person under the hall held his hand and saluted, and said respectfully:

"Sir, everything here will be decided by the leader!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zheng nodded slightly, looking as expected, raised his head and said:

"Then hit!

When the war will start, they have the final say!And when it ends depends on what we mean!

Tell General Wang to continue to attack the city and take Xinzheng down, and to set up camp in the capital of South Korea! "

"Here!"

The person in the hall was about to deliver the order when he heard someone talking outside.

"and many more!"

Outside the door, a phantom flickered one after another, as if appearing in the inner hall out of thin air.

When Zhao Zheng saw the person coming, he straightened his clothes quickly, saluted respectfully, and greeted in a deep voice:

"Master!"

Wang Xuebin felt relieved when he saw his apprentice who was not inferior to him in height.

"I heard what you said just now. Things have changed. The war has been put on hold for now. You must immediately follow me to Xianyang!"

When Zhao Zheng heard Master's words, he nodded without hesitation and said simply, without asking why:

"Everything is subject to Master's arrangement!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the person in the hall, and said:

"Order General Wang to suspend the siege and focus on defending the city. Allow him the right to change at will, and act according to circumstances!"

"Here!"

Hearing the words, the man cupped his hands and bowed, seeing that there was no other arrangement, he retreated knowingly.

"Master, but has Xianyang changed?"

When the herald retreated, Zhao Zheng looked at Master curiously.

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, nodded, and said softly:

"Let's go, pack your things first, leave everything here to Wang Jian first, let's talk as we go!"

"Yes!"

Three years ago, Wang Xuebin brought Zhao Zheng to Hangu Pass, the center of world turmoil.

At that time, the state of Qin had already received the news and was mobilizing troops to prepare for war.

The guard of Hangu Pass is none other than the veteran of many battles, Wang Lu.

Wang Xuebin didn't talk nonsense when he came here, he directly showed the Tiger Talisman and took over the defense here.

Outside the pass, fortified walls were implemented to clear the fields, and all Qin troops were transferred to guard inside the pass.

The purpose of this battle is not to win, but to wipe out as many of the six-nation coalition forces as possible, and clear the way for the unification of the world.

According to this strategy, Wang Xuebin chose to rely on Xiongguan to garrison, without any ingenuity, and fought a real battle to defend the city.

Later, the coalition forces attacked Qin in three ways, and Wang Xuebin even transferred Wang Lu to other battlefields, turning Hangu Pass into a training ground for Qin.

After three years, the Qin army not only won battles and honed an iron army, but also a group of young generals emerged.

King Jian of Hangu, Mengtian of Changping, and Xiang Shaolong of Jingling all shined in this battle.

Of course, the most dazzling one among them is Wang Guanlan's disciple, the son of King Qin, Zhao Zheng.

For three years, Zhao Zheng devoted himself to learning dragon slaying art from Wang Xuebin's side.

At the end of the war, the Qin army went out of Hangu eastward to attack the city and seize the land, and it was carried out under the command of Zhao Zheng. Li Mu, the army god of Zhao Guo, also killed him!

After this battle, no one in the world knows the name of Zhao Zheng!

"There is a secret message from Xianyang that the king of Qin is dead, and Lu Buwei will take charge of the government temporarily!"

Zhao Zheng frowned when he heard this.

"Secret letter?"

Wang Xuebin heard Zhao Zheng's meaning, nodded and said:

"That's right, it's a secret letter. The court blocked the news, and the matter hasn't been spread yet!"

Zhao Zheng was silent for a moment when he heard the words, then raised his head and asked:

"Master, do you know who the new king belongs to?"

Wang Xuebin chuckled, looked at Zhao Zheng and asked:

"What do you think?"

Zhao Zheng didn't even think about it, and said in a deep voice:

"Let me go!"

Wang Xuebin nodded when he heard the words, and said with relief:

"Haha, you are so brave, you are indeed my apprentice of Wang Guanlan!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a golden sword out of thin air, held it in his hand, and looked at Zhao Zheng with a serious expression.

"This is the golden sword of Duke Mu that King Zhaoxiang gave to his teacher back then. Seeing this sword is like seeing an ancient king.

Picking up this sword means that you have taken on this monstrous responsibility. From now on, you will no longer be that dandy of the Zhao Kingdom, and you will live for the people of the world. Be careful, be careful! "

Zhao Zheng looked at the golden sword held by his master in both hands, frowned tightly, fell silent for a moment, prostrated himself on the ground, took the golden sword with both hands, and said solemnly:

"My disciple is very grateful to Master for the good fortune, without Master's cultivation, disciple would not be where he is today.

The master has worked hard for the sake of the disciple, and the disciple will definitely live up to the master's expectations, for the livelihood of the people, for the world, for China, and for the common people!

Disciple will never fall into Master's reputation! "

Wang Xuebin took a deep look at Zhao Zheng, handed the golden sword to him, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't forget your promise, let's go, let you and my master and apprentice meet those monsters and monsters in Xianyang!"

......

Stopping the coffin is a very important etiquette in the ancient funeral system.

Whether it is a commoner or an aristocrat, the body cannot be buried for a period of time after death.

At that time, medical conditions were not developed, and sometimes the dead were actually suspended animation. If they were buried without knowing it, it would be a lot of fun.

Commoners generally stay for about three to seven days, while nobles take longer.

Nobles, the mausoleum should always be beautiful, with gold, silver, pottery and jade, silk and satin, letters of swords and soldiers, and a few beautiful young ladies to be buried.

If conditions permit, I will set up hidden weapons, mercury poison or something to prevent myself from being touched for gold in a hundred years.

As the king of Qin, Zi Chu is not an ordinary nobleman, so the tomb naturally cannot be taken lightly.

Wealth and goods are trivial matters, and secret passages in agencies are easy to talk about, but this young lady is a bit difficult to handle.

After the death of the former king, except for the new king's biological mother who was the queen, most of the other concubines had to die for the former king.

Mrs. Xiuli is such a young lady!

As Chang'an Jun's biological mother, she could have been exempted from being buried, but it's a pity that she got an unlucky husband.

The eldest son inheritance system is the basis of the patriarchal system and an important guarantee for maintaining the stable inheritance of the throne.

After Zi Chu's death, according to this system, the eldest son Yingzheng should inherit the throne. There is no dispute about this.

But the problem is that Yingzheng has been a hostage in Zhao since childhood, and he has never been filial to King Qin after returning to Qin. If this system is followed, Yingzheng is not qualified.

If that's all, then it's no big deal to exclude Ying Zheng as the heir.

But the problem is exactly that!

Ying Zheng is not a qualified heir, but he has a good master!

This master is not only famous, but also powerful.

It was because of what this master did that Zi Chu had no choice but to appoint Ying Zheng as the new king.

Zi Chu knew very well that even if he established Cheng Yu as the new king, Cheng Yu would not be able to sit on the throne securely, and he would not even be able to save his life.

For the sake of his youngest son, he could only follow Wang Guanlan's wishes and make his eldest son the new king.

And in order to protect his son, he chose to sacrifice his wife, and left an imperial edict for Mrs. Xiuli to be buried for him, so as to cut off those Xiaoxiang of Chengyu.

He is also the king of Qin, so he naturally understands what the king of Qin is thinking. If he doesn't do this, his youngest son will go to find his father in a short time.

That's how he got here, so naturally he wouldn't make the same mistake.

Zi Chu thought very carefully, but never considered Mrs. Xiuli's thoughts.

Mrs. Xiuli has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and she is not sensitive to the general situation of the world. She can't understand Zi Chu's intention to make Yingzheng the new king.

In her mind, her son should be the orthodox heir of King Qin.

What Yingzheng and his like?

Living in the country of Zhao, he didn't dare to go back to the palace after returning home. Who knows whose bastard it is?

Besides, Zichu's preference for Chengyu is obvious to all. He was conferred the title of Lord Chang'an at a young age, unlike Yingzheng, who is still a white man and doesn't even have a title. How can he compare with his son?

When she thought about it, it must be that Zhao Ji gave the king some kind of ecstasy soup, so that the king made Yingzheng king before his death.

By the way, didn't Lu Buwei also give the king two mouthfuls of soup?

Hammer it!

They must have colluded to murder the king!

Then Ying Zheng is the bastard of the two of them!

This statement has been made for a long time, and she didn't care about it at first, but now it seems that it is absolutely true!

The more Mrs. Xiuli thought about it, the more angry she felt, and the anger in her heart could no longer be suppressed.

Quietly left the mourning hall and returned to his bedroom.

"Come on!"

A servant heard the call and ran in with small steps.

"lady!"

"Go, invite Lord Chang'an!"

"Here!"

Mrs. Xiuli frowned, constantly thinking about various schemes.

It's a pity that because of the Six Kingdoms' invasion of Qin, the power she brought from her mother country was almost wiped out, otherwise how could she have fallen to the point where no one can use her now.

"mother!"

A boy in a soapy white toga walked in with a mournful face.

"Father is gone!"

"Shut up! You are the son of Lord Qin, you can't cry!"

Mrs. Xiuli looked at Cheng Yu with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

What's the use of crying?

Father is gone?

If Guang could cry, your mother and I would have to go with your father!

"I remember that you met some rangers outside the palace. What are they called? How many are there? How is your swordsmanship? Can you still contact them now?"

Cheng Yu suddenly heard this series of questions, and his mind was a little overwhelmed.

"Mom, I haven't fooled around with them recently!"

When Mrs. Xiuli heard this, she couldn't help but glared at him.