Chapter 488 I am going to succeed the throne now! If you have the ability, send a meteor shower to crush me to death!
Yongcheng was the former capital of the Qin State and is now the location of the ancestral temple. Its palace is the largest in scale except for the city of Xianyang.
Yong Palace, Qinchuan Palace, Xichui Palace, Pingyangfeng Palace, Ba Palace, Tuquan Palace and many other large palaces with simple and ancient shapes together form a palace complex second only to Xianyang Palace.
Among them, Yonggong, which was once the palace where the Qin State held court meetings, is the most important.
The ground outside the Yong Palace is paved with bluestone slabs of different sizes, but they appear to be one entity when filled with sand.
Ying Chengjiao stood in the center of the square in front of Yong Palace and said softly:
"The Qin State was once weak, and it couldn't even find enough bluestone slabs to build this entire floor, let alone white jade and red steps."
Zhang Han, who was half a step behind, nodded slightly when he heard this, although he knew that was not the case.
It is true that the Qin State was poor at that time and could not afford white jade.
But bluestone slabs are man-made, all you need to do is compact and cut them, so why not use them?
The square outside the Yong Palace is covered with irregular broken bluestones, which was caused by the Qinian Palace incident ten years ago.
The coup d'état not only took place in the Qinian Palace, but also spread to Xianyang and Yongcheng.
Horses trampling and people running, the originally neat square was torn into pieces.
Zhang Han, whose attention had always been on Ying Chengjiao, saw Ying Chengjiao reaching his hand into his arms.
He sighed and did nothing.
Even though there were only him and Ying Chengjiao in Yonggong Square, and even though he was confident that he could snatch the gun from Ying Chengjiao.
If you die, you die.
He smiled with relief.
Ever since Ying Chengjiao said in a declarative tone that he wanted to compete with him, he knew that he would have a hard time surviving today.
He did not refute Ying Chengjiao's description of Yonggong Square, which was an act of self-rescue.
As a major participant in the Qinian Palace Incident, how could Chang'an Jun not know what was going on in this square?
This was clearly a test to see if he would listen and to test whether he could keep his mouth shut since he knew almost all of the First Emperor's secrets.
He gave the correct answer, but unfortunately the examiner still did not change his mind.
Yes, he, a top master who knew many secrets and was loyal to the former emperor, really deserved to die.
Just like those eunuchs who were sentenced to death in front of him but still expressed their gratitude profusely.
Today, it's his turn.
The bigger and more secrets you know, the easier it is to die.
And the secrets that Zhang Han knew were obviously the biggest and most numerous.
When a person is about to die, his thoughts become clear.
Zhang Han took a few steps back. He, who had always been cautious in dealing with the two rulers of the Qin Empire, nodded slightly and said in a didactic tone:
"If you can't be kind and righteous, you can't win the country. To be a king, you have to be like Your Majesty. Chang'an County is near, ..."
Zhang Han was still talking, looking at the black pistol thrown on the ground, confused.
What's the point of throwing the gun on the ground?
Crash~
The Xuanniao crown was placed on the gun, and the Tongtian crown hung with pearls fell on the crown.
Zhang Han: “…”
Ying Chengjiao moved his body, stretched his arms and legs, twisted his neck, and said casually:
"You guys all have the same problem. You think too much."
His internal energy circulated freely in his limbs and bones. He moved his body consciously, reaching the most perfect state in his life. Ying Chengjiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a master and pouting.
"I lost my sword."
Zhang Han didn't move.
The moon happened to be blocked by dark clouds behind him, so even though he was only five steps away, Ying Chengjiao could not see the color in Zhang Han's eyes.
"If you take a sword, I will take a gun."
Ying Chengjiao issued a warning.
Zhang Han's sword was made by Qin Mo. It is a killing weapon that combines ancient and modern craftsmanship.
Blood does not stain the blade, but blowing away hair can cut it.
After bending more than half, it rebounds to be still straight.
Ying Chengjiao was very clear about the power of this sword, although it did not have such dazzling names as Zhanlu, Xuanyuan and other famous swords.
But if they really were to clash two against each other, this nameless sword could cut off all of China's ten famous swords.
He didn't want to fight Zhang Han with the sword with his bare hands, and he didn't think his martial arts could defeat Zhang Han .
It is true that martial arts masters can hurt people by picking flowers and falling leaves. Ying Chengjiao can do the same now. He can cut someone's throat by just picking a fallen leaf.
But that was when facing someone whose martial arts skills were far inferior to his own.
For two people of equal or similar strength, the quality of their weapons will play a decisive role.
WBO world boxing champion Barrios was stabbed and robbed by knife-wielding gangsters and was sent to the hospital for treatment.
Things like snatching a blade with bare hands are always played by old men teasing naughty children.
Dang~
The sword fell to the ground.
Zhang Han clasped his hands together.
"I'm sorry."
Ying Chengjiao licked his lips, his eyes flashing with excitement.
After nearly thirty years, he seemed to have finally reached the pinnacle of martial power in this world.
"Don't hold back. I'm different than I was last year."
As he spoke, the air suddenly exploded!
Zhang Han's pupils shrank rapidly like a cat's. His sight had not caught sight of Ying Chengjiao's figure due to the pitch-black night, but his scattered perception had already told him that Chang'an Jun was in front of him!
He suddenly raised his arms and crossed them in front of him.
As soon as he crossed his arms, a huge force surged down from above, knocking him back dozens of steps and creating dozens of holes in his feet!
So fast!
It was not until this moment that an idea flashed through Zhang Han's mind.
If his body muscles hadn't reacted instinctively faster than his thoughts, he would have been defeated just now.
Ying Chengjiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking very proud, and grinned:
"When a man has been away for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes, let alone after nearly a year. I told you not to hold back. I am no longer the Lord of Chang'an who was suppressed by you and had no power to fight back. I am the Second Emperor of Qin."
Zhang Han swung his numb arms and shook his head.
"No need to compete. I am no match for you. Your Majesty, Lord Chang'an's martial arts skills have surpassed mine."
"You're not trying to make me happy, are you?"
"no."
"Then tell me, am I the most powerful bare-handed fighter you have ever seen?"
Zhang Han nodded and was about to speak.
"To be honest, I am not Ying Zheng. You don't need to think too much when you follow me."
Zhang Han was silent for a moment.
"The most powerful person I have ever seen is the Queen."
After saying this, Zhang Han suddenly realized that he had just addressed Ying Chengjiao as "Your Majesty", and he quickly added:
"The Empress of the First Emperor."
"Lilong..."
Ying Chengjiao grabbed his palms, and had the illusion that he could lift the earth without a lever.
I am so strong, but I am not as good as the emperor's sister-in-law. How strong is the twenty-year-old Lilong?
"How much is my difference?"
Zhang Han wanted to say something but stopped himself. After a slight hesitation, he lowered his head slightly.
"May I ask, Your Majesty, did you use your full strength just now?"
Ying Chengjiao nodded.
Facing Zhang Han, who had used his internal force to suppress him so that he could not leave the Zhangtai Palace, he did not hold back at all in that punch just now.
"I am on equal terms with that villain Zhao Gao. One punch from the Queen can kill him."
Zhang Han stopped there.
"Understood."
Ying Chengjiao nodded, he was still far away.
He was unable to knock Zhang Han down with a single punch as he was in a rush, which shows that he was only slightly stronger than Zhang Han.
But he was still in a good mood. Lilong was using cheat code, and it took decades of accumulation for his brilliance to bloom in an instant, while he, Ying Chengjiao, had this peerless martial arts that was real and permanent.
Humming a tune, he picked up the Tongtian crown and put it on his head, then picked up the crown and put it on.
When he put the palm-sized pistol into his arms, he was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Zhang Han who was half a step behind, and said seriously:
"If you use a sword, can I beat you?"
"Your Majesty also uses weapons. I am no match for him."
"Nonsense! You can shoot whoever you want with a gun! Don't play tricks on me. You and I both hold the same long sword, so whoever loses will win."
"Your Majesty has a great chance of winning."
Ying Chengjiao's face was full of suspicion.
"real?"
Zhang Han looked serious.
"real."
"Okay, I'll borrow the Yue girl's sword, and we can compete again."
The craftsmanship of the Yue girl's sword is the same as that of Zhang Han's sword, and both were made by Qin Mo.
It is countless times easier to make a long sword than a pistol, and it could have been mass-produced long ago.
"this……"
Zhang Han looked embarrassed.
Facing Ying Chengjiao, who was of the same level and did not hold back, he could not hold back either, and there was a high possibility that he would injure Ying Chengjiao.
"Didn't you say that I have a good chance of winning? What does this expression mean now? Are you lying to me?"
"No, Your Majesty is indeed more likely to win. My sword is already a divine weapon. Where in the world can you find so many divine weapons?"
With the strength of the two, the bronze weapons that are widely used nowadays cannot last more than a few rounds in their hands.
If the weapon is destroyed, then he is left with nothing but bare hands. Doesn't that mean Ying Chengjiao has a better chance of winning?
Ying Chengjiao, who was the most evil-minded person from the inside out, immediately understood the implication of Zhang Han's words and laughed out of anger.
He drew out Zhang Han's sword and asked, shaking the three-foot-long blade.
"You and I both hold swords like this, fighting to the death, who can survive?"
“…”
Zhang Han didn't understand. The succession ceremony to become Qin II would be held at dawn, so why was Ying Chengjiao always worrying about the issue of martial arts?
Fighting all night long, are you so addicted?
What's the point of being good at martial arts? Why is bravery so rare?
"Your Majesty should focus on state affairs and not follow the old path of the previous king."
Ying Chengjiao snorted coldly. He knew the answer from Zhang Han's reluctance to speak out. He made a sword flower with his right hand and sneered:
"I am already the emperor, can't I have some hobbies of my own?"
Zhang Han sighed inwardly and bowed his head to confess his guilt.
He was very happy that he had saved his life, but when he saw Ying Chengjiao's condition, his joy gradually faded away.
The new Majesty is really kind to others, but his benevolence and righteousness are really not suitable for an emperor.
He pursued martial arts, neglected state affairs, and indulged in material things.
Can such a Majesty support the Qin Dynasty, which is full of opposition? It is obvious that he cannot!
Zhang Han became depressed, but Ying Chengjiao was much happier than he looked.
Zhang Han thought that Ying Chengjiao didn't care about the succession ceremony, which was completely wrong.
If Ying Chengjiao really didn't care, he would go find Qingmei, Dingxiang, Yuenu and other girls to sleep with after the competition and ejaculate to his heart's content.
He has been accumulating energy for nearly thirty years, which is longer than the time that Afang Lilong accumulated!
The result of the fight with Zhang Han confirmed that he was not hallucinating. The "Yellow Emperor" he had practiced to perfection was completed after all the ministers bowed their heads.
"Huangdi" should not be called "Huangdi", it should be called "Emperor".
Ying Chengjiao finally understood why no one else had mastered this technique except the one practiced by Huangdi.
If you don't sit on the throne, you will never be able to master this skill!
But which king can bear this?
What's the point of being a king if he can look at, touch and keep a distance with a beautiful woman but can't make puffs with her?
For the king, martial arts are not even the icing on the cake and are dispensable.
And the most infuriating thing is that Huangdi published the "Huangdi" martial arts method, but did not tell us how to practice to the highest level. How inhuman!
If there is a tomb of the Yellow Emperor, Ying Chengjiao feels that he will definitely dig this ancestor out to pay him respects and ask him in person how the story of the Yellow Emperor's perfection came about, allowing him to have sex with 3,000 women in one day and ascend to heaven!
At the age of 23, Ying Chengjiao had already mastered the "Huangdi". No matter how many women he had in the tower, he could not make any progress. The reason why he continued to spend the night in the tower for several years was that he was unwilling to give up.
If he had known that he was only one step away from sitting on the throne, he would have sat on it for a while before coming down.
Why bother to sharpen the iron pestle every day? Isn't this just a waste of time?
He entered the Qin ancestral temple with a smile on his face, and his nose was still filled with the insect repellent incense that Ying Chengjiao liked to smell.
But this time he didn't cover his nose. No matter how bad the smell was, it was better than the lingering smell of blood and burning corpses outside.
Ying Chengjiao walked up to the tablets of the Qin Dynasty's ancestors and, in an extremely treasonous manner, took down the tablet with the name of King Zhaoxiang of Qin written on it. If this act of disrespect to ancestors was seen by Fengchang, one of the Nine Ministers, he would stop it even at the cost of his life.
Ying Chengjiao held his grandfather's spirit tablet in the air with both hands and looked at it again and again with his head tilted.
"Grandfather, if you don't come out, I will burn your ranking."
For a long time, inside the palace, the only sound was the crackling of the eternally burning candles, and there was not even a breath of wind in the ancestral temple with its two doors closed.
Ying Chengjiao turned his head and looked around more than once. Holding his grandfather's tablet, he wandered back and forth in the Qin ancestral temple like a night-wandering god.
In the Xianyang Palace, he dreamed of his grandfather giving him advice in person, an incident that he would never forget for a long time.
After the "Yellow Emperor" made a breakthrough due to the calls from his ministers, he became even more suspicious of the dream.
Guiguzi, Zhao Gongming, Xu Fu, Mi Sui, these people have demonstrated their special skills in front of him more than once.
Although he didn't know the reason for some things, they did exist.
Turning around and around, he didn't feel anything unusual.
There was no sudden drowsiness, nor was there any abnormal coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Except for the candlelight flickering due to his increasingly fast and urgent figure, nothing in the ancestral temple changed.
The tablets of ancestors that were placed high up did not fall down, nor did they make any noise.
Ying Chengjiao was tired from turning around, so he lay down on the animal skin that had been prepared in advance, closed his eyes in front of the tablets of the Qin ancestors, and fell asleep.
The candles are still burning, and so are the tablets, standing there quietly. They are just pieces of wood.
When Ying Chengjiao woke up again, the light from outside had already passed through the white cloth on the window and entered the hall.
Ying Chengjiao sat up slowly. He slept well, but he was not in a very good mood because he did not have any dreams.
"They are all minor arts. They cannot disturb my Dao heart. Grandfather is right. All witchcraft and Yin-Yang magic are useless."
He put back the tablet of his grandfather that he had been holding all night, pushed open the door of the temple, pointed at the dim sky and shouted:
"I am going to take the throne now! If you have the ability, send a meteor shower to crush me to death!"
