God of creation's vest magic changes the world

Xuan Peng's murmur was like an invisible key, which opened Pandora's box with a click.

The feeling of suffocation, squeezing and the unspeakable feeling of falling all came together, making Xuanpeng feel terrified.

Just when the intense fear was about to crush Xuanpeng, Xuanpeng "perceived" his body rolling from nothingness to reality.

He thought he had left that fantasy place, but when he opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong.

He suspected to have fallen from the sky, and landed in the Qin military camp that had just ended the war.

And as soon as he landed, he was quickly surrounded by a group of Qin soldiers.

Being pointed at by a bloody weapon, Xuanpeng, who was born in a peaceful age, felt cold all over his body, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Then, Xuan Peng was forcefully raised his head, and then saw a familiar face.

It was a face similar to that of the first emperor who commanded thousands of troops and won a decisive victory thousands of miles away in the battle map of the first emperor accidentally discovered more than ten years ago.

The handsome and sharp-edged Emperor Shihuang took off the armor he had worn on his body because the battle was over, and only wore a raven-colored robe.

At this time, he stood casually in front of Xuan Peng, rubbing the long sword at his waist with his right hand, looking down at Xuan Peng, with dark colors surging in his eyes.

Seeing the bloody stool, this person obviously flustered and his two sides were trembling. It can be seen that he is a spoiled son who has a very bad temper and has never seen the world.

But he doesn't have the noble air of being pampered at all, except for the clothes with weird texture and style, he is no different from ordinary people in the city.

This person should have hidden secrets.

When the strange man saw his bright eyes, Shi Huang smiled, as if he was puzzled, "This is the camp of the Qin army. Who are you? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

When Shi Huang spoke, he raised his hand to signal the soldiers to retreat, leaving only the soldier with his sword on Xuanpeng's neck.

Xuan Peng felt cold.

If his answer dissatisfies Shi Huang, he will definitely have to have his body separated!

Xuanpeng was flustered, and felt that the first emperor was really scary.

Seeing that strange man was only concerned with fear, Shi Huang's eyes darkened slightly, as soon as he raised his hand, the soldier's sword scratched the skin of Xuan Peng's neck.

Although this person is timid and fearful, Shihuang Yingzheng will not underestimate him because of this. As far as Shihuang is concerned, ordinary people may also change the world's major events.

At this time, Liu Xin had been defeated by Chu because of his rival in love, and Wang Jian, who was sent to the bank of Bashui by him, must have led his army eastward. Qin was at the critical moment of destroying Chu.

He sits in the rear of the town, and there must be no chaos.

For this reason, he even personally led the army to fight when the Chu army attacked Qin's rear, just to let the Qin army realize his determination to destroy Chu and boost the morale of the army.

And the strangeness of the person in front of him could not rule out the possibility that it was a trap set by the enemy.

In addition, his strange performance attracted the attention of the first emperor.

The tingling pain in his neck made Xuanpeng startled, he wiped his face hastily, trembling with fear, he directly told the whole story about himself.

However, no matter how afraid he was, Xuanpeng only dared to reveal his own background, and did not dare to disclose anything related to Shi Huang.

After all, Xuan Peng is keenly aware.

The first emperor in front of him didn't seem to know that he had been dead for more than 2000 years.

He had a premonition that if he said something like "The First Emperor is dead and the Qin Kingdom is gone", something very bad would happen, maybe he would die here directly.

Therefore, Xuan Peng tightly covered the matter, and only focused on talking about his own background.

Then he saw that Emperor Shihuang in front of him showed a happy smile.

Inexplicably, Xuan Peng shivered.

Instinctively wanting to say something, the moment he opened his mouth, he was erected.

"Traveling through thousands of years of time and space to reach my Qin country, you must be tired."

"I just stayed in the camp to rest well, and I will ask you for advice tomorrow."

Xuan Peng froze for a moment.

Please, ask?

What can he, an ordinary citizen of Huaguo, teach the first emperor?

Xuanpeng was puzzled and lay tossing and turning in the Qin army's crude camp at night, unable to sleep. The next day, he met Shihuang with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

Then, Xuanpeng experienced the pain of returning to the college entrance examination after entering the society for five or six years.

Emperor Shihuang, he, he is really terrifying!

He can actually find anything from the future in every word you say, and then grab a little bit to dig out what you said from the inside out to the bottom.

He can even draw inferences and innovate based on a concept you throw out.

And these things range from national systems, wooden warehouses and ammunition/medicine, to poetry and book algorithms, medical and agricultural affairs.

Therefore, every time Xuanpeng experienced the process of being hollowed out by the first emperor, he would also receive a critical attack from the god of learning.

Almost every time he was dumbfounded to watch the first emperor turn what he said into reality, and when his mentality collapsed, he was taken back by the first emperor enthusiastically to "ask for advice".

Xuan Peng burst into tears.

Suffering from "torture", Xuanpeng couldn't help showing a distorted and painful expression.

……

As the night faded and the sun rose, the young man with an inch-length head walked back yawning while holding a flashlight.

Perhaps because he was too tired, the young man with a flat head accidentally fell down while passing the pit of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, and he turned his head viciously with a sullen face.

Xuanpeng, who was wearing a work uniform by the pit of the terracotta warriors and horses, was lying on the ground, his face was pale, his breathing was weak, his limbs were stiff, and he looked like a corpse of sudden death.

The young man with a flat head woke up in an instant, stumbled to his feet, and screamed heart-piercingly while running, "Dead, dead!"

Cunbantou's voice instantly attracted the attention of many people. The person in charge of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor rushed to him, and stretched out his hand solemnly to find out about Xuanpeng's situation.

In the next second, the person in charge of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor turned black, "You're still angry! Call an ambulance to take him to the hospital!"

The staff at the scene quickly took out their phones and dialed 120, and then helped carry the man to the ambulance, and then suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Xuanpeng should have suffered a sudden illness instead of being killed by criminals.

It's not a big deal, but there is still help!

The person in charge of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor secretly thought about it, but what he didn't expect was that Xuanpeng's coma was just the beginning.

Like dominoes being toppled, coma incidents like "Xuan Peng" began to occur one after another on the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

Every morning, young and strong young people will fall on the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, and then fall into a coma, and there is a tendency to sleep forever.

The fire could not be covered with paper, and finally the "mass coma incident" that occurred in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was known to the higher-level person in charge. The person in charge of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor who wanted to know the truth was dismissed, and Hua Guo officials intervened in the investigation.

Immediately afterwards, the Special Affairs Bureau took over the case three days later.

Another day later, Peking University in Kyoto.

Ye Lan, who was in class, received an urgent call from the Special Affairs Bureau.

They suspect that the "Sleeping Case of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor" is related to the recovered soul from the Qin Dynasty, so they want to invite Ye Lan to participate in the investigation of the "Sleeping Case of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor".

Ye Lan quietly exited the classroom through the back door.

Standing outside the classroom, he held the mobile phone in his bony hand and raised it to his ear. His eyes were bent, he smiled, and his voice was calm and peaceful. At the time of death, the soul is planted with a primer to leave the underworld..."

The person on the other end of the phone held his breath.

Ye Lan's warm and pleasant voice was low, "According to calculations, the First Emperor will return to the human world with the Illusion Realm after thousands of years."

"The ancestors once said that if there is a large number of coma incidents anywhere in the world, it must be the return of the First Emperor."

After finishing speaking, Ye Lan smiled, "I can't help you with this case, only Master Fu Qin and His Highness Fu Su can help."

"After all, that is the sword spirit that the first emperor yearns for and the emperor's eldest son whom he has high hopes for."

After Ye Lan finished speaking, she turned to the other end of the phone and spoke back in a warm voice, then hung up the phone and went back to the classroom.

On the other end of the phone, Cang Yuan, the director of the Special Affairs Bureau, who finally recovered from the shock of the famous Emperor Shihuang's appearance on Blue Star, left the Special Affairs Bureau in a hurry.

A few hours later, after reading the case materials and understanding the situation, Fusu and Fuqin changed into casual and comfortable clothes, and followed Cang Yuan to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

The scale of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor is extremely large. With Bluestar's current technology, it is impossible to guarantee that the ancient relics in the tomb will not be damaged when digging the tomb, so it has not been excavated yet.

Only the terracotta warriors and horses pit was partially dug out.

The terracotta pit is also where staff found the first victim.

Looking at the terracotta warriors standing straight in front of him, Fusu's expression gradually became complicated.

Back then, he was forced to commit suicide by Hu Hai before he could bury his father, but he had never seen this imperial tomb with his own eyes.

He never thought that after thousands of years, he would set foot on this imperial tomb for the first time in order to lead his father back.

It's so unpredictable.

Fusu smiled wryly, but a faint smile overflowed her handsome eyebrows unconsciously.

Fu Qin looked at Fu Su suspiciously, and could see everything in his heart.

Cang Yuan thought, this sword spirit who was known to only care about His Highness Fusu's affairs was probably wondering why Fusu had a sad face, but couldn't suppress a smile on his brows and eyes.

After all, this Lord Sword Spirit has never understood the feelings of the human race, he is like a heartless piece of wood.

Cang Yuan, who has comforted the team members who were scared by Fu Qin several times and knows how much Fu Qin treats everyone other than Fu Su, whispers to himself.

Because the situation of this trip was uncertain, and there were inhuman Fusu and Fuqin, Cang Yuan didn't let any other staff from the Special Affairs Bureau follow him except himself.

The three of them were empty-handed, and they were bored in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, waiting for the night to fall.

According to the data of this case, the unknown existence will only appear at night.

Time passed gradually, the sun was almost dusk, Cang Yuan suppressed some nervousness, his eyes wandered around, and then fell on the young master Fusu.

Cang Yuan was slightly stunned, then his brows and eyes stretched, with a bit of curiosity and longing, "Emperor Shi—"

"In the eyes of His Royal Highness Fu Su and Fu Qin, what kind of person is he?"

Fu Qin, who was leaning on the tree with his sword in his arms, had a cold look on his face, "The emperor who will do anything for longevity."

Fu Qin paused, and said every word with a black face, "Re, no, yes, face!"

Cang Yuan was surprised, and then suddenly remembered that Ye Lan once said that the First Emperor often sent bamboo slips to Fusu to exchange about helping Qin Jianling in order to live forever.

It is reckoned that the Lord Sword Spirit was tortured by the First Emperor.

Fusu, who was stunned by Cang Yuan's question, chuckled lightly, and looked at Fuqin with a dark face as if joking, "Okay, Fuqin, father should be a soul now, if there is no accident, I won't think about it again." I want to borrow you away."

Cang Yuan couldn't help laughing.

No wonder Fuqin, the Fusu master, didn't want to see Shihuang. It turned out that Shihuang wanted to abduct Fuqin away from Fusu.

Isn't this equivalent to poking a hornet's nest?

After hearing Fu Su's words, Fu Qin finally calmed down, but he still seemed not very interested.

Fusu smiled helplessly, and turned his gaze back to Cang Yuan.

He frowned and lowered his eyes, his expression soft and somewhat dazed, "As a father, my father is a rare person in power who loves his sons."

"It's not the kind of pampered love, but the kind of love that is not harsh and taught personally."

Whether it was at the beginning or later that he angered his father and was sent to the county, Fusu has always believed in his father's love for him.

The First Emperor Yingzheng was never born a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

"As the emperor, my father is also an emperor through the ages with outstanding achievements."

Fusu never denied the greatness of the first emperor, and he did not agree with the Confucianists at that time in preventing the burning of books and burying Confucianism.

He just didn't want the blood of thousands of people to stain the territory of Qin, but he didn't want the people of the world to criticize him because of the fierce methods of the first emperor.

But Fusu also understood that, given the situation in Qin State at that time, there was no other way but to suppress it with blood.

Thinking of this, Fu Su smiled wryly, he still had a little more of the innocence of a benevolent person.

Cang Yuan stared at the wryly smiling Fusu for a moment. Did Fusu, who was often at odds with Shihuang in history, think of Shihuang in this way?

He opened his mouth, and just about to ask again, a dark wind suddenly picked up, and a powerful energy slowly crawled out of the ground under his perception.

The feeling of pulling and falling surged up together, Cang Yuan struggled instinctively, but after seeing the expressions of Fu Su and Fu Qin, he forced himself to relax.

In the next second, Cang Yuan felt his eyes go dark, and then fell to a hard place, and a faint but noisy sound came from afar.

Cang Yuan endured the pain and opened his eyes.

click-

The unknown shackles shattered the moment Cang Yuan opened his eyes, the pain of his body falling to the ground fell to the ground, and the distant voice suddenly became nearby.

Then, Cang Yuan saw a group of men chattering around him, and the emperor sitting high above him.

That is—the First Emperor Yingzheng!

Cang Yuan was slightly stunned, and before he could think about the other middle-aged men surrounding him, he spoke out first.

"Your Majesty, another descendant has come. In fact, God has favored His Majesty and Qin!"

The person involved, Cang Yuan, was at a loss, and instinctively looked for Fu Su and Fu Qin who came with him.

However, after searching all over this strange palace, Cang Yuan still couldn't find anyone, so he had no choice but to suppress his instinct to resist, and started arguing with the slightly fluctuating Shi Huang and the ministers around him.

Just when Cang Yuan was in trouble, Fu Qin appeared outside the hall holding a long sword.

The young master Fusu who was supposed to be by his side did not appear.

There is no other reason, just because this fantasy world already has a young son Fusu, so naturally there cannot be another one.

Fu Qin tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and his whole body shuttled through the fantasy world like a wild goose.

After a few breaths, he stopped by the side of the young Fusu's hall with a strange look on his face.

"The first emperor, Yingzheng, actually captured the souls of the modern people of Blue Star, knowing that this place was an illusion created by relying on his memory."

"Through coercion and lure, let them take out modern knowledge to help him conquer the Central Plains, strengthen Qin State, and benefit Qin people..."

Ye Lan stopped writing the script, and scanned the entire fantasy world through Fu Qin's eyes. After a while, he couldn't help laughing, "This Emperor Shihuang is as interesting as ever."

"After knowing that you can't get rid of the illusion before the time comes, let yourself completely merge into the illusion."

"Keep the memories of my youth, and once again experience the unification of the Central Plains and the revitalization of the Qin State in the fantasy world with a young state of mind."

Fu Qin tacitly answered, "This is to play with the entire fantasy world in the palm of his hand, making it his playground."

"It's a very strong human being."

Fuqin and Ye Lan were originally one body, although they were affected by their bodies, they were basically the same as Ye Lan's thoughts, so naturally they also praised Shi Huang.

Mojia Qiling, who was surfing the Internet, couldn't help interjecting, "Isn't this equivalent to Emperor Shi Huang playing a large-scale immersive real-life management game?"

"It's pretty good at playing."

Ye Lan and Fu Qin agreed deeply.

but……

Fu Qin glanced at the young son Fu Su in the palace, "After playing for so long, it should be over."

Don't make Fusu wait outside.

Ye Lan understood, "Then let Fuyou go."

"Just according to his wishes, let Shihuang Yingzheng become his sword master."

Appreciation is admiration, but affected by the sword body, I don't want to see the first emperor's Fu Qin instantly satisfied.

He raised the long sword in his hand, cut his wrist, and blood like jade juice flowed into the moon-white sword.

In the next second, the black mist suddenly rose, and it rolled violently like a sea wave.

Whispering, clanging, and filthy...

In the black mist, a pure black long sword flew out and shot straight into the sky.

Amidst the tumbling thunder and dark clouds in the sky, a black figure stepped on the clouds.

He is dressed in black and has black hair. His eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as Fu Qin's, revealing indescribable evil and malice, and there is even a little scarlet between his eyebrows, showing his existence.

At this time, he came riding on the clouds, his clothes and black hair overlapped and fluttered, revealing the terrifying black bones on his right neck.

Behind him, a long sword with a black body and an ancient fierce beast painted on the hilt flew left and right, quite naive.

"Fuyou, I leave the matter of the First Emperor to you."

Wiping off the blood on his wrist, taking back his long sword, Fu Qin raised his eyes to look at the young man in black who came from stepping on the cloud.

The young man in black nodded and disappeared in place like a ghost.

And Fuqin, who had separated from Fuyou, ran into Fusu's hall with peace of mind, found the young version of Fusu transformed from the Illusory World, and quietly guarded him.

On the other side, after arranging Cang Yuan to the military supply office, a familiar yet unfamiliar face suddenly appeared in front of Shi Huang, who had ended his early court.

Before he had time to think about other things in the future, the back of Shi Huang's neck was attacked unexpectedly, and he fell into a coma.

Ye Lan raised her forehead, "Fuyou, it's just to pull out Shihuang's complete memory, there is no need to use such force."

"Humans are very fragile creatures, take it lightly."

Fuyou remained indifferent, "He is the first emperor, he can bear it, so there is no need to pay special attention."

Mojia Qiling couldn't bear to look directly at Master Ye Lan who lacked some correct cognition.

He couldn't help but sympathize with Shi Huang, who was severely beaten on the neck.

The first emperor who regained consciousness raised his head with a cold face, "Sword Spirit Fu Qin, even if you are Fu Su's contract sword, you can't ignore me like this."

The Emperor Shi Huang, who was forced to restore his previous memories, still had that handsome and unparalleled face, but his eyes were no longer as sharp as before, but hidden the depths of the ocean, dangerous and unpredictable.

At this time, his face was sullen, his eyes were dark, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

He has clearly seen that he is different from Fu Qin, and he still pretends to be confused.

cunning.

With an evil face on her face, Fuyou looked at Shi Huang with dead eyes.

"I am Fuyou. Black Sword Sword Spirit."

Shi Huang pinched the back of his neck, "So what? No matter who you are, don't offend me like this."

"unless……"

Shihuang's eyes swept over the black long sword in Fuyou's hand.

"You become my property."

He had been coveting the divine sword that gave birth to life for a long time, but because of Fusu, Shihuang, who had no way to do it, had a glint in his eyes and disappeared.

Fuyou glanced at Shi Huang up and down, "Okay."

"We will sign the contract now."

Shi Huang was slightly taken aback, then laughed, "Haha, you are really different from Fu Qin."

A heartless wood, a saw-mouthed gourd, with only the sword master in his eyes, treating others with extreme cruelty like the autumn wind sweeping leaves.

A man with a deep heart, straightforward and transparent, with a sinister appearance but simple and straightforward, with a little unknowing evil in his bones.

It's so similar yet so different.

For those with a strong desire to control, Fu Qin, who has a sword master in his eyes and heart, is obviously more in line with their requirements, while Fu You, who is stubborn and free-spirited, may be in danger of becoming a master, so it probably won't be their choice.

But Shi Huang was never cowardly because of danger.

So what about the danger of addicts?

As long as he is around for a day, he will have the confidence to suppress Fuyou for a day.

The first emperor looked at Fuyou, and there was an incomparable aura of meeting gods and killing gods in his eyes for a moment, giving people a sense of arrogance that even if the sky collapsed, he could still go against the sky.

Fuyou's eyes grew more appreciative, "Sign the contract."

He raised his long sword, stretched out his left hand, and cut a hole in his wrist quickly and accurately.

"Tick-tock-"

The blood as black as ink dripped to the ground, and spread out in an instant, forming a black lake covering the entire bedroom.

In the center of the black lake, Shihuang, who was half leaning on the bed, looked at the strange scene in front of him with great interest, and felt that this sword spirit was really a powerful creature.

But that's okay……

Shi Huang lowered his eyes.

No matter how powerful a creature is, it will be his property later on.

He will definitely study this sword spirit thoroughly, and completely grasp this powerful power in his palm.

Fuyou glanced at Shihuang who looked down at the black lake with feeling, and in the next second, appeared beside Shihuang like a ghost, raised Shihuang's hand, picked up a finger and bit it down fiercely. .

The bright blood stained the snow-white teeth in an instant, and the blood beads with a sharp breath were swallowed by Fuyou's mouth, and some blood beads slipped from Fuyou's bright lips and dripped on the snow-white neck above.

In an instant, a strong, domineering, and arrogant blood flow was like a fish swimming in water, and it was stirred smoothly and smoothly into the black lake, adding a bright color to the deep black.

When the blood color and black were completely entangled, Fu Qin who was following behind the young Fu Su raised his eyes and looked at the center of the fantasy world with a clear goal.

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