Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

The setting sun slowly sank into the endless sea.

The wind was blowing, the clouds were dense, and the banner of the Great Qin Dynasty with brocade and yellow ink patterns was dyed a bright red rose color under the sunshine.

In the calm sea, a majestic and huge ship passed by swiftly and swiftly like lightning.The shipwreck breaks the waves, separates a waterway and rushes forward, leaving layers of sea waves stirred up, with silvery white spray, passing the ship's side, and shining waves of thousands of hectares.

The sea breeze was cold and harsh, leaving a biting chill on Yun Zhongjun's face.

The clothes fluttering with the wind are like fluttering butterflies in the air, hunting in the wind.

"The way of heaven is not imperishable. At the beginning of ancient times, where did the world go, Kyushu is wrong, and the building is about to collapse. Isn't this what Huang Lao always wanted to see?" Yun Zhongjun looked at the white beard who had been looking at the distant sea. The old man, dressed in rough and rags as usual, is like a lone eagle in the vast sea, proud and lonely.

"One wrong step, maybe I shouldn't have done that from the beginning." The thin rough clothes, occasionally patched, like being covered with loess and dust, standing on the deck of a mirage, vicissitudes and thin cold.

Yun Zhongjun stood behind the old man in a daze, looking at the old man who seemed to have aged many years in an instant, his heart was cold, but he didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Huang...why did he set foot on this mirage?" Yun Zhongjun stood on the deck, silent for a long time, Fang changed the subject and asked.

"For a sword, a life, and my people..." The old man turned around slowly, looked at Yun Zhongjun, who was dressed in white with ink patterns, and said with emotion in his heart: "Ying Zheng is the luckiest person in this life." , just a few of your friends..."

"Friend?" Yun Zhongjun shook his head slightly, and suddenly remembered that when he saw Ying Zheng for the first time, he was squatting in a corner by himself, with cold eyes, he didn't look like a ten-year-old child at all.

At that time, the first thing Ying Zheng said to him was, would you like to be my friend or my servant?

Yun Zhongjun naturally chose a friend, he is not Zhao Gao, who buried himself in the dust from the bottom of his heart, nor Xiangjun and Mrs Xiang, who regard reverence as faith, he, like Meng Tian, ​​regards this emperor as a friend, and wishes Galloping the world for him, giving up life and forgetting death.

"That's right, it's a friend..." The corners of Yun Zhongjun's lips slowly parted into a smile: "A friend he is willing to entrust..."

Yun Zhongjun's eyes seemed to glance at the mirage, the rows of exquisite small wooden houses, which were ordered by Ying Zheng, and also inherited the blood of the Great Qin Empire. The virgins and virgins he carefully selected, There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Yingzheng went to Xianshan to find the medicine of immortality, but only he knew that this was Yingzheng's last thought of letting go of Jiangshan. He entrusted all this to him, and built another on another land. Like the Great Qin Empire in a paradise.

"Although I have realized something, it's too late..." The old man's gaze was full of regret, passing through the layers of mist and melting into the silent sunset.

"Your Majesty's star rhyme is about to perish, and death has already occurred..." Yun Zhongjun's deep sigh, followed by the wind, reached the old man's ears, sad and vicissitudes.

"The Nanhuang clan, since keeping the heavenly scriptures, all members of the clan have lived long lives. The only one who died less than a hundred years ago was Zuo Mo, who assisted Taigong Jiang. Two or three hundred years is enough to live the destiny. Although Yingzheng's star charm is about to disappear, there is a faint purple light in the north. I secretly spy on the secrets and find that Yunzhong Jun will have an adventure during this trip, so I went to this mirage, Penglai Fairy Mountain. There is no elixir of longevity, if there is a panacea to save Yingzheng, this trip is worthwhile." With a slight smile on his face, the old man saw Yun Zhongjun staring at him in confusion, and couldn't help laughing: "God Wen is the treasure of my Nanhuang clan. Zifang has already learned the heavenly scriptures, and now it is time to ask heaven to find another paradise, collect the traces of the heavenly scriptures, and return the common people to a prosperous age. I have spoken to Yingzheng before, if I help him avoid After this calamity, he will return to Tianwen."

Listening to the old man's narration, Yun Zhongjun realized in his heart, although he understood the true meaning, he still sighed to himself: "It's a pity..."

What a pity?

The old man understands, and so does Mr. Yunzhong, there is no advantage in this world, one life for another is voluntary.

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In the dark dungeon, Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, his calm face was covered with dense sweat, pale and transparent.

The ink-colored black clothes, surrounded by no light, are trapped in darkness.

"Found it?" The cold voice carried a coldness that could not be refused.

"Hmm..." The cyan sword split the coffin under Ying Zheng with light.

Xiangjun stepped forward silently, helped up the weak Yingzheng, and put a pill in his hand to Yingzheng's mouth.

Yingzheng silently swallowed the elixir in Xiang Jun's hand, and with his well-understood eyes, in the dark dungeon, a killing intent flashed faintly for a moment.

"Heavenly question..." Ying Zheng sat cross-legged in the shattered coffin, feeling a little recovery before getting up slowly, his deep voice was tinged with coldness.

"Hu Hai carries it with you..." Xiangjun replied without any ups and downs, resounding in the empty and quiet surroundings.

"Let's go out..." Ying Zheng straightened his black emperor's dragon suit, and his slender eyebrows and eyes flashed an imperceptible sternness, like a flash of pearl in the darkness.

The seventh floor of the Imperial Prison was built by the governor of Yingzheng, and the organs inside are beyond the knowledge of outsiders.

Xiangjun followed Yingzheng silently without saying a word. He believed in Yingzheng like a god.

Heavy snow covered the entire city of Xianyang.

The cold wind blows away Yingzheng's ink-colored crown, revealing the cloud-and-ink boots under his feet, and the ribbon around his waist is slowly swaying with every step he takes.

Yingzheng's slender fingers were clenched in the wide crown sleeves. In front of his eyes, there was a vast expanse of white and snow that spread all the way from the gate of Xianyang Palace to his feet.

Her green hair was neatly tied on the top of her head, and her eyes, usually hidden behind the crown, now look at the world, like dark waves in an ancient well, exuding a faint coolness.

"Is it right? Is it wrong?" The wind of heaven and earth slid past his ears coldly, looking up at the mortal realm that filled the sky, Ying Zheng's eyes could not help showing a trace of confusion.

In front of him, now... there is no empire, no Zhang Liang, and even Fusu... is not there!

No regrets, no regrets!

Ying Zheng looked up to the heavens, whether he was completely wrong under the avenue.

Under the hegemony, he was notorious for countless times, and the world was unified, but the common people scolded him.

In this world, God's will is unpredictable!

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