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As soon as Yu Zishi walked to the front of the tavern, he saw blind Wei squatting under the steps of the tavern, wrapped in a ragged jacket, motionless.Seeing him like that, Yu Zishi thought he was falling asleep, but when he got closer, his legs were severely whipped by the bamboo pole.

"Where have you been?" Blind Wei angrily knocked on the ground with a thin bamboo pole.

Yo, is this temper good?Yu Zishi thought that he invited Wei Xiazi to drink a few days ago, the old man pretended to be a grandson, but now it has become a habit to invite him twice a day, and the old man's temper has followed the old man's.Yu Zishi slowly squatted down in front of Wei Xiazi, looked at the old man who kept complaining for a while, and chuckled for a long time.

"All right, blind man, I was wrong, what a face you are shaking when you are angry." He stretched out his hand and dragged the reluctant Wei blind man up, "Go in and drink now, let's go."

Blind Wei was still complaining in a low voice: "What time is it now, how much can you drink? Don't invite if you don't want to invite, I, blind Wei, don't need a couple of sips of wine like you..."

Yu Zishi threw the money directly to the restaurant, "Take the best wine here."

Blind Wei was speechless in an instant, and quickly found a corner to sit down, put his hands on the low table, and watched for some time.Yu Zishi walked over and sat down in front of him, thinking that this old man was really cute.

Before the wine was served, Yu Zishi and Wei Xiazi were sitting there waiting, when suddenly two or three strings rang in their ears.Yu Zishi glanced back casually, a little girl came out slowly from the front of the tavern, holding a piano that was about the same height as her, and carefully sat down on the mat in front of the hall.

That was really a little girl, she looked about thirteen or fourteen years old at the most.She put her hand on the piano solemnly, took a deep breath and began to pluck the strings.

The sound of Lingling piano sounded in the tavern instantly.Yu Zishi doesn't know the rhythm, but he hasn't heard any decent music since he came to Qin, and he thinks the little girl can play it quite well.Wei Xiazi only had his own wine in his heart, and he was not interested in listening to it at all. He couldn't wait for the wine for a long time and suddenly yelled at the store, "Where's the wine? Where's the wine? Where's the wine?"

Yu Zishi was startled by him, turned around and saw that the old man picked up the bamboo pole and was about to strike.He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Wei Xiazi's hand, "Calm down."

While Yu Zishi and Wei Xiazi were still in a stalemate, loud footsteps sounded at the door at some point. When Yu Zishi looked back, a large group of people had poured into the tavern. It seemed that there were more than 20 people at least. People kept coming in at the door.

The aura around that group of people made Yu Zishi's heart tremble, and he subconsciously pressed Wei Xiazi's hand firmly on the table, "Don't talk." He lowered his voice.

A large group of men sat down in a small tavern in two circles, about 40 of them, all wearing brown short shirts, the attire of ordinary Qin people.They didn't do anything, just sit there casually, and you can feel the chill.

All a bunch of desperadoes.Yu Zishi had a conclusion in his mind.

"Serve the wine." A man yelled at the storekeeper, and the shocked storekeeper immediately realized it, turned around and ran to get them drinks.

Yu Zishi glanced at Blind Wei Wei, this old man is used to bullying the good and fearing the evil, and at this moment he is very sensible and doesn't say a word, he doesn't argue over drinks, and just sits obediently.

Suddenly, the man yelled at the little girl in the center, "You, keep playing!"

The little girl had clearly never seen this posture before, and she sat there with a pale face.A few more men might have gotten impatient with waiting, and they slapped the table and shouted, "You play! Put your hands on it!"

The little girl immediately put her hands on the piano, and then began to play the tune just now trembling, not for a while.A man with a long scar on his face sitting closest yelled at the little girl, "What do you play? Change that...just change!"

The little girl here nodded hurriedly, turning her fingertips.

Not long after, the middle-aged man with the scar frowned again, "Change again!"

The little girl continued to change.The man shook his head, "Change!"

After tossing and tossing seven or eight times in a row, the man with the scar was not angry, but the few people on the side couldn't listen anymore, and asked the little girl, "Can you know it?"

The man's voice was already loud, and there was a group of people with unkind faces, the little girl was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, and just sat there blankly.The man with the scar yelled at her several times, but she didn't respond at all except trembling.The man suddenly stood up from his seat and walked towards the little girl.

Blind Wei felt that the pressure on his hand was lightened.

The next moment, Yu Zishi stood in front of the little girl, leaned against the shoulder of the scar-faced man, and said with a light smile, "Don't worry, how about I play it for you?"

All eyes fell on Yu Zishi, and the air in the tavern seemed to freeze instantly.

"You?" The man with the scarred face frowned even more. He stared at Yu Zishi who appeared out of nowhere, pushed Yu Zishi's hand away, and said coldly for a long time, "Hurry up." He walked back to his seat and sat down.

Yu Zishi turned his head and patted the little girl's head lightly, and said to the shopkeeper who was at a loss with the wine, "Bring me something."

Yu Zishi is really music blind, he really doesn't know any musical instruments.

Except the same.

The drums sounded the first sound.

"Young chivalry, befriend Wu Duxiong."

The second sound of the war drum.

"The liver and gallbladder are holed, the hair is raised, in the middle of a conversation, life and death are the same, a promise is worth a thousand dollars."

The denser and denser drum sounds, the louder and louder the high-pitched voice, Yu Zishi beat the drum again and again.The drums are rhythmic, pure rhythm, throbbing over every word.

"Push forward bravely, be proud and unrestrained, cover lightly and embrace, unite flying, fight east of the city."

"Drinking wine, the spring is cold and cold."

"..."

The last drum beat boomed, and Yu Zishi suddenly threw the drumstick in his hand towards the man with the scarred face. Amidst the sound of the drumbeat, he held his hands and bowed, "Thank you for the frontier war."

The man with the scarred face who was firmly catching the drumstick had eyes as deep as a wolf's. He stared at Yu Zishi for a long while and suddenly laughed, "Get up, it's outrageous for a scholar to beg me to kill a pig!"

Yu Zishi straightened his waist, his eyes swept over all the people present, and then someone slapped the table and said: "You can do it, boy, this drum beats so hard that my heart trembles, I turned my head to look at my spear!"

The person next to him yelled, "I mean, what did you just grab my leg for?"

A large group of people suddenly boiled up, and the taut and silent elders seemed to let go suddenly, and the tavern was suddenly filled with noisy voices.

Yu Zishi looked at them, such a vivid and lively scene, such a brave soldier of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Feeling hot in Yu Zishi's heart, he smiled slowly.

Those who have not been bloody on the battlefield will not have that blood in their eyes.As soon as they entered the door, Yu Zishi could see it.These people are not bandits, not powerful, they are soldiers of Daqin, who have just survived from the battlefield, or are about to go to the battlefield.

The man with the scarred face came over with a bowl of wine and handed it to Yu Zishi, "What did you scholars say? You're being rude? That's what I mean, am I right?"

"No." Yu Zishi reached out to take the cloudy bowl of wine, raised his head and drank it down.

The man with the scarred face has a good impression of Yu Zishi, his scholarly spirit is a little proud, and he is a little close in admiration.No one knew that his ancestors were also ministers of the state of Qin, but he had no choice but to offend the powerful clan and become a commoner, otherwise he would have been a scholar.

If he was studying books, he should be the same as the scholar in front of him. Thinking of this, the man subconsciously took two steps towards Yu Zishi.

The scene changed in an instant, the little girl hiding behind Yu Zishi hadn't realized what was going on, when she saw the scar on the face of the man who was approaching, the tight string suddenly broke, and she cried come out.

Yu Zishi looked back, the little girl was crying and shaking, her palm-sized face was pale and pale.The man with the scarred face was taken aback for a moment, he didn't seem to expect that he would actually make someone cry, so he just yelled, "Don't cry!"

The little girl lost her voice in an instant, but her tears were shedding more fiercely. She bit her lips tightly to avoid making a sound.Seeing that she was about to bleed from her bite, the man yelled again: "You...you cry!"

Don't bring such a bully.The little girl couldn't help crying anymore.

The man panicked.He turned to look at his comrades.

A group of old men have been in the army for so many years, and they have hardly seen this battle. A man with a beard raised his eyebrows angrily, "Cry again...you cry again and drink with you! "

Yu Zishi felt inexplicably wanting to laugh when he heard it, he lowered his head and gently patted the little girl's head, "Go down, it's fine."

The little girl hugged Qin and almost ran away from the group of men.Yu Zishi turned around and looked at the man with the scarred face, the man was obviously relieved.He turned his head and yelled at the bearded man, "Why are you scaring her?"

"Public ride! She's crying!"

"Can't I see that?" the man growled.

The bearded man instantly shrank his head and stopped talking.The man with the scar face turned his head to look at Yu Zishi, "Sir, sit down."

Yu Zishi nodded, walked over and sat down beside them.As soon as he sat down, a thin young soldier, who was rare in the team, handed him a bowl of wine. Yu Zishi glanced at him, nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."

The boy should be a recruit, he looked at Yu Zishi and smiled shyly, without saying a word.

The scar-faced man sat down beside Yu Zishi.Yu Zishi turned his head to look at him. Even though his face was expressionless, this man looked very fierce. Coupled with the scar from the center of his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth, he was even more calm and pretentious. He should be a ruthless character in the army.

Suddenly the man turned his head and met Yu Zishi's eyes. Instead of getting angry, he suddenly smiled at him.

The people around him probably started chatting with each other. The man with the scar got closer and said to Yu Zishi in a low voice, "Sir, don't joke. You have been fighting outside for more than 20 years. You only know how to kill people, so you can't even speak well."

"How can you be a joke?" Yu Zishi looked at the scar on the man's face, and asked suddenly: "Speaking of which, why are you in a tavern?"

The man is rarely embarrassed, "A few veterans want to listen to a piece of music, and I heard that there is a young girl in this tavern who can play, so I will bring them over to have a look."

"What song?" Yu Zishi became a little interested.He saw that these people did not look like ordinary soldiers, but most of them looked like veterans who had lived in the army for a long time, licking blood on the battlefield all year round, where did they get the interest to listen to the music?

"I don't know what it's called." There was a distant flash in the man's eyes, maybe he was drunk, maybe he felt Yu Zishi's unexpected closeness, maybe he just wanted to talk to someone.Most of the people in the army were afraid of him, so it was rare for him to want to say more to the people in front of him. He said slowly and lowly: "A few days ago, I heard that General Huan beheaded 10 people in Zhao State. The general fought against Zhao. That battle must have lasted for two years. It snowed several times, and 10,000+ people died. In the end, we won. On the night of the victory, General Bai stood alone on the city wall and blew A piece of music, after so many years of killing people and fighting wars, I have never seen a person who can play the piece so well like General Bai, so I suddenly want to listen to it again."

Yu Zishi looked at him for a while, then asked: "General Bai, is it Lord Wu An Bai Qi?"

The man nodded, "Yeah, I was just a soldier at that time, and I followed other people to bury the corpse, and I saw General Bai from a distance. The soldiers on the battlefield wore red, and General Bai was the only one wearing a big white robe. It looks like snow is flying." He paused for a while, "It must have been 20 years? I remember that General Bai died more than 20 years ago."

In the Battle of Changping, Lord Wu'an Bai Qi killed 40 Zhao soldiers, and was bestowed to death by King Qin shortly after his return.Yu Zishi was silent for a while, then asked: "What tune, do you remember to tune it?"

The man with the scarred face took a sip of wine, and suddenly began to hum softly.

The surrounding voices gradually quieted down. Yu Zishi heard the man slowly humming a low tune, and it seemed that the general in white who was playing the tune on the city wall that night 20 years ago appeared in front of his eyes.

Lord Wu'an Bai Qi fought more than seventy battles in his life without losing a single one.

What this man left behind was not a story, but a myth.

A group of people were listening, and at this moment, a man rushed in from the door of the tavern, still in brown clothes and short sleeves, "Communist!" He yelled at the man with closed eyes.

All the voices stopped abruptly.

The man with the scar suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person who was coming. Their eyes met in the air for a moment. The man with the scar suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go." The soldiers on the board all stood up in an instant.

When the man rushed out of the door, he looked back at Yu Zishi, nodded and said concisely: "Sir, goodbye."

Yu Zishi nodded.The man didn't even have time to say a second sentence, and walked out the door with strides. More than 40 people disappeared without a trace in almost an instant, leaving only the glass full of wine.

After a long time, Yu Zishi slowly picked up the bowl, raised his head and took a big gulp.

Blind Wei, who hadn't made any movement, slowly walked up to Yu Zishi. He patted Yu Zishi's shoulder and sighed softly, "That song is called Ge Sheng, and it's a mourning song."

Yu Zishi didn't speak, he held the wine, as if lost in thought.

Blind Wei squatted down beside him, the purple ribbon was stained with alcohol, and he suddenly said, "Mr. Lu Buwei is wrong, you are suitable for learning swords."

Yu Zishi finally glanced at Wei Xiazi, "Learning swords? Can one sword become a master of millions?"

In the great war, how many people can one person kill with a single sword?

Blind Wei suddenly laughed softly when he heard this, "Yes." He said flatly, "The sword of the Son of Heaven is held in spring and autumn, and used in autumn and winter. What does it matter if one sword can be a master of millions? Hold the Tianzi sword, and you will be able to cut the luck of Liuhe."

"Tianzi Sword? Where is it?" Yu Zishi frowned at Wei Xiazi.

"There is a Ye Jianshen in Jianzhong, South Korea, who realizes longevity with a sword. It is said that he has stepped into the realm of a fairy, and he was never born just to guard the emperor Jian Zhanlu." Wei Xiazi added after a while, "I like to brag that I am from the Ye family. It is a custom passed down from generation to generation, but the Son of Heaven Sword should indeed be in the Sword Tomb of South Korea."

"have you seen?"

"No one has ever seen it. When I was young, I came here just because of the reputation. I once broke into the sixth floor of the Sword Tomb, and then lost to Ye Changsheng." Wei Xiazi said very frankly.When he became famous at a young age, he was less than 20 years old when he went to the Sword Tomb.

Yu Zishi was silent for a while, then raised his hand to drink the last sip of wine in the bowl.He said lightly: "Go home." After all, he didn't feel much about what he said in the way of swordsmanship.

Yu Zishi went out with the last half jar of sake, and slowly fell in the direction where the group of Qin soldiers who hadn't even left their names left.Wei Xiazi felt sorry for the wine, sighed and said, "Maybe we will meet again in the future, it's a pity that you spilled it like this."

"No, we won't meet again." Yu Zishi took two steps back with the empty jar in his arms, and sighed softly, "They won't come back."

The man with the scar said that General Huan beheaded 10 people in Zhao State.

That General Huan, named Huan Qi, continued to go deep into Zhao State after beheading [-] Zhao soldiers. When the country was subjugated, King Zhao sent a young general from northern Xinjiang to fight against him.

The young general wiped out Huan Qi's 10,000+ soldiers and horses, breaking the myth of Qin's invincible army for decades.Almost all the soldiers of Qin State who went to Zhao State, including the reinforcements ordered by the King of Qin, failed to come back alive.

And that young general was called Li Mu.

Zhao Guowu Anjun, Li Mu.That man is a new legend of the Warring States Period.

The author has something to say:

It's not Huan Qi, it's Huan qi, I can't type that word, forget it, everyone understand it for yourself.By the way, after Huan Qi lost to Li Mu, he didn't dare to return to Qin State, so he ran to Yan State and changed his name to Fan Yuqi.

Yes, what Jing Ke assassinated Qin sent was his head.

Why do I feel that the more I write, the weirder it becomes... It's okay, I have an outline.