Chapter 520: The land has changed hands a hundred times in the past thousand years, so what if there are one or two more?
The sword master placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist again.
Ningling Lord Wei Ju's expression slightly changed, he stretched out his hand and pressed it naturally, smiling and saying:
"gentlemen."
His hand did not touch the sword master's hand.
The Sword Master did not hesitate when he grasped the hilt of the sword for the second time.
"Three days is too long."
Before he finished speaking, a light brighter than the sun in the sky suddenly flashed, and strips of light flickered under the sky and above the earth.
Between heaven and earth, the energy of righteousness is overwhelming.
Wei Ju's face changed drastically. He endured the scorching light, forced his eyes open, and tears flowed from his eyes.
He shouted at the vast expanse of white:
"Stop! You can kill ten, a hundred, or even a thousand people! There are over ten thousand soldiers in Daliang City. If you don't want to die, stop!"
From ancient times to the present, there have been many immortals who live in legends whose truth or falsehood is unknown.
No matter how well you write the word "Wu", it cannot defeat the word "Bing". There is no master who can be invincible without a pile of soldiers.
The wind whistled and swords clashed, but there was no human voice in response.
The sky and the earth continued to be vast, the sword was swung quickly and the refracted light did not stop, Gai Nie responded with action.
He has practiced swordsmanship for twenty years and never bullies the weak or uses force to deceive others.
Except for killing that palace maid, every time he drew his sword, it was because he felt injustice, and he drew his sword to redress injustice.
Now, he felt very aggrieved and was determined to draw his sword, even if it meant death.
Gai Nie's sword would rather break than bend, and he keeps moving forward.
The overall situation of Wei and Zhao is very important, and these people and these details are equally important.
A swordsman is not a politician; there is no room for compromise or retreat.
A real man is born between heaven and earth, with his back straight. He looks up without shame to the heaven, looks down without shame to the earth, and is not ashamed to be seen in front of others.
If you can achieve these three, the only thing left is death.
When the sword light in the sky dissipated, the whole street, from the center of the road to the store entrances, was filled with the corpses of Wei soldiers.
The naked woman screamed and put on the clothes that were torn by Wei Jian from the ground.
The butcher, who was so strong that he looked fat, sat down on the ground. The big butcher knife, which was both a weapon and a means of livelihood, was tightly grasped by his trembling hands and pressed to the ground.
He was panting heavily, like a spirited pig.
His hair was tangled into clumps by sweat, and there was oil accumulated on it from not washing it for at least half a month, making it look ugly and messy.
His wife, the beautiful bride whom the Wei soldiers thought could be presented to the palace and had the honor of being played to death by the King of Wei, was clinging to his back.
That tearful face is already beautiful, and compared with the pig's head next to it, it is even more beautiful. It's like beauty and the beast.
"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."
There was fear flashing in Zhutou's eyes. He smiled and comforted his wife with a hoarse voice.
"Um!"
The beautiful lady responded heavily, and just like when she was hanging behind her husband just now, tears were pouring down her face.
Depend on each other, live and die together.
It is easier said than done.
The couple looked at the man in white clothes far away, walking with a sword in hand. He seemed to be moving slowly but was actually fast, and he disappeared in a few breaths.
The old man cried and hugged his granddaughter who was lost and found again, tears streaming down his face. In addition to joy, there was also guilt on his face.
After the Wei soldiers threatened him with swords, he did not dare to move forward.
He caught a glimpse of a frosty face from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but look over there.
Just a glance, and then it disappeared in an instant, like a ghost.
The old man only remembered a figure with his back straight, as straight as a sword.
On this day, Sword Saint Gai Nie defeated 376 Wei armors with his sword alone, regained his swordsmanship, and became a top master again.
Ningling Jun Wei Ju's face was pale. The corpses of Wei soldiers on the ground blocked his eyes and blocked his way.
In order to stabilize Gai Nie's situation, he publicly acknowledged that Gai Nie was his distinguished guest, and everyone knew about it.
King Bao of Wei will blame this on Ningling Jun.
Before, Wei Bao and Wei Ju still had some confidence that they could explain it clearly, and the two brothers would just laugh it off.
The current Wei Wangbao...
"Three days is indeed too long."
Wei Jiu returned to the Ningling Lord's residence and summoned the guards and retainers. A hundred people rode their horses and headed straight for the residence of General Zhou Shi.
Xianyang, Council Hall.
Ying Zheng took the latest memorial, looked at it carefully, and put it on the table.
"Gai Nie slaughtered the streets with blood, Wei Ju rebelled, and joined forces with Zhou Shi to attack the Wei Palace. Zhou Shi personally killed Wei Wang Bao, and Wei Ju succeeded Wei Wang. I don't understand."
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and tapped the thin paper with one finger.
"What do you want to do by stirring up this storm in Daliang? Is Wei Ju also your man?"
[The entire Wei State is run by this bastard, so it would be better to change the surname to Ying.]
"No, this matter has nothing to do with me."
Ying Chengjiao told the truth.
If he had known that Gai Nie would go to Daliang, he would not have asked Liusha to bring back all of them, leaving only half of them and directly kidnapping the Sword Saint back to Xianyang.
[What's the point of you being able to fight? If you want to get involved, you need power!]
"Zhao Wang Zhang Er recruited soldiers on the spot, and the people of Zhao rose up to respond. The Zhao army occupied 47 cities. The first thing Wei Ju did after he succeeded to the throne was to appoint Zhou Shi as the general and announce to the world that Wei was restored. It won't be long before you receive a report that the cities in Wei were captured. Except for Han, which is temporarily safe, the three Jins are all occupied by the rebels. Now the snow has melted, the food from Shu has arrived, and the soldiers are eager to fight. Are you not planning to send troops?"
Ying Zheng asked with a questioning tone.
The world today is full of war.
There were five people who claimed to be kings. In addition to King Zhang Er of Zhao and King Wei Ju of Wei, there were two kings of Chu and one king of Qi.
Zhang Chu King Chen Sheng made Wu Guang his fake king. Recently, he appointed Wang Liao as the supreme general and his influence extended to the neighboring areas of Han and Chu.
King Xiong Xin of Chu appointed Xiang Liang as the Minister of Sanlu, and his influence was in the Yunmengze area.
Tian Dan, the King of Qi, was known throughout the East China Sea for his righteousness. He had countless soldiers willing to die for him, and his power was the most powerful, with over a hundred cities under his control.
If Wang Jian, Marquis of Wucheng, had not spontaneously recruited soldiers to quell the rebellion, Qi would now be the first country to be truly restored, and the entire territory before it was destroyed would have been controlled by King Tian Dan of Qi.
All the rebels have already jumped out, now is the time to catch them all in one fell swoop.
The Second Emperor was not interested in military affairs but in women. He had no intention of sending out troops, yet he took eight concubines. How could Ying Zheng not complain?
“That’s an exaggeration.”
The Second Emperor looked calm and composed.
"Wei and Zhao have lost less than half of their territory. Now is not the time to send troops."
Ying Zheng looked unhappy.
"When do you think we should send out troops?"
"When the honeycomb coal in Guanzhong stops producing, we will send troops."
"The longer you wait, the more cities you will lose."
The second emperor picked up the teapot made in Chang'an and crafted by the Mohist school on the table, and a line of emerald green water fell into the teacup in front of Ying Zheng.
"Have some tea first."
"No, it's bitter. Bring me some wine."
"If you don't drink, I don't want you to participate in state affairs."
"You bastard!"
Ying Zheng shouted angrily, then under the boy's indifferent gaze, he reluctantly picked up the teacup and sipped the bitter tea with a frown.
"Drink more tea, it's good for your health."
The second emperor smiled with satisfaction and poured himself tea, the green water making a gurgling sound.
The second emperor had a faint smile on his face.
"A thousand-year-old land has changed hands a hundred times, so what's the harm in adding one or two more?"
