The enormous black dragon's Qi Luck gradually dissipated. The young Yuzhe (charioteer) raised his arm. His clothes were pierced, and even his body had teeth marks on it. His face was pale from blood loss, and he staggered and sat down, looking at the old man in linen clothes, who was smiling gently. He said:

"Is this what you call harmless Qi Luck?"

The old man blinked and said, "If you don't participate in it, won't it be harmless?"

The young Yuzhe: "........."

I'm sorry, Master.

I really want to tie him up and beat him.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed heartily, feeling that what he had seen and felt along the way with this young man was incredibly vivid, far more interesting than guarding the books in the capital of Great Zhou. He bandaged the young man, sat on the ground, and asked questions casually, as if testing him.

This had often happened in the past.

But today was especially long. After a night passed, as the sun rose in the east, in this important location of Hangu Pass, the Great Zhou book guardian and the disciple of Master Kong sat facing each other. The Qi Luck of the Great Qin black dragon dissipated, and for some reason, seemingly by coincidence, and also perhaps precisely because of the entanglement of Qi, a wisp of purple Qi flowed out from the east, and then spread out with unprecedented vastness, magnificent and boundless.

The old man in front of Hangu Pass stroked his beard and suddenly asked:

"During these days, I have fully understood what you have learned."

"Only one last question remains."

"Yuan, let me ask you, people should be like water, flowing and changing, taking advantage of the situation and not competing with the world, so that the strong cannot overcome it, what do you think?"

The old man smiled.

The young Yuzhe noticed the old man's solemnity.

He sat upright on the ground, his expression solemn and calm, and replied:

"That is not so. The human heart is like steel, this heart is not stone, it cannot be changed."

"This heart is not water, it does not retreat or avoid."

"If faced with a calamity of life and death, a world of waves, what then?"

The young man replied: "There is sacrificing oneself to achieve benevolence, there is no seeking life to harm benevolence."

The old man was stunned, then laughed loudly, shaking his head freely, with a hint of emotion in his words:

"Kong Qiu, you have a good disciple."

The young man was silent for a while and said:

"We have already arrived at Hangu Pass, and beyond is the land of the Hu people."

"Where are you going?!"

The old man did not turn his head, smiling as he said, "Let's continue out of the pass, before this old fellow dies."

"I still have to see a child."

The young man was stunned: "Hmm?"

The old man sighed: "The world is as dark as a long night. I once saw Kong Qiu, and Kong Qiu once saw me."

"Knowing that my Dao is not lonely."

"In this era of collapsing rituals and ruined music, darkness is everywhere, and only a few people are worth seeing."

"I originally thought that leaving the world alone was also a good thing, but after this series of events, I suddenly felt that leaving that child alone to walk in the dark world was too cruel. At the very least, I have to take one look at him."

The young Yuzhe did not understand, but knew that in this old man's eyes, there were people worthy of guidance.

Just like Master Kong finally instructed him to seek out the old man.

It seemed that the old man had also figured something out and was going to guide another person.

Then he suddenly realized that the old man said *I*, not *we*.

He looked up in astonishment.

The old man flicked his sleeve, and a rope suddenly flew out, tying up the young Yuzhe in a mysterious way. The young man was stunned and struggled violently. This rope that he had brought, with his own strength, he could not break free. Perhaps everything was already destined, and the blood from the dragon tooth bite on his arm flowed out, touching the bones and tendons. His strength suddenly dissipated, and he could not break free, being tied up forcefully.

The old man directly opened the lock on the ox cart.

Leaving part of the cart behind, he sat on the back of the green ox, and the green ox stepped forward.

The young man said in astonishment: "Old sir, what are you doing?!"

The old man rode the green ox, with regret, with satisfaction, shaking his head repeatedly:

"You have already attained the Dao."

Then, he laughed freely, his tone resolute:

"Those who walk different Daos cannot make plans together!"

"Yuan, the affinity between you and me ends here. You enter Western Qin, and I leave Hangu. Farewell, farewell."

"You wanted to tie up this old man, so I will return the favor..."

"Oh right, in order to prevent future fate from fluctuating, I'll help you seal this memory first."

The old man laughed like he did when he was young.

The old man rode the green ox, leaving Hangu Pass, singing a song. The young Yuzhe wanted to struggle, but his foundation, cultivated by Master Kong, after being bitten by the black dragon formed by the Qi Luck of a nation, was difficult to break through. He could only watch the old man swaying as he left.

Purple Qi comes from the east for thirty thousand miles.

Master Kong's disciple was left in his destined place. The old man understood the world, staggering towards the distant direction. The heavens and earth were a vast expanse of darkness, the world's rituals were collapsing and music was in ruins, the end of the age of gods, magnificent, brilliant, absurd and beautiful. After a long time, or perhaps not so long.

A young ascetic under the Bodhi tree saw the old man coming from the east.

Ten miles of Bodhi trees bloomed.

The most brilliant encounter in history.

This era had two such encounters, and the other would have to wait a thousand years.

The intersection of the Poet Immortal and the Poet Sage.

Only that one time, the Sage representing the highest honor of the Divine Land, fell half a step behind.

………………

The sound of violent explosions continued to intertwine.

Bai Ze's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. The battlefield behind him was almost at a fever pitch. By the time he belatedly realized Bai Qi's strategic goal, he had already lost. The difference was only whether he lost everything, or whether he could save a few coins in the end.

The difference was roughly the degree of losing everything, including his underwear.

And the difference of only having his underwear left.

However, it seems, perhaps, actually there isn't that much of a distinction?

In the end, Bai Ze glanced at it. He saw that along with the shattering of the terracotta warriors, along with the collapse and dissipation of Bai Qi's war soul's will, the power of the battle formation was falling at a speed visible to the naked eye. When it reached a limit, the battle formation would directly collapse.

It's too late!

Bai Ze gritted his teeth and reached out to push open the door.

But then he discovered that the door could not be pushed open. Bai Ze's lips twitched.

Dong Yuefeng said, "What's going on?"

Bai Ze said blankly, "The First Emperor's partial consciousness has awakened... Now only he himself can decide whether or not to take action... This is unbelievable... What kind of past did he experience to be able to quickly awaken from this situation?"

Inside the inner hall, the monarch, dressed in black Yuxuan robes, with sharp eyebrows and handsome features, was indifferent.

He had recovered a sliver of consciousness.

He controlled the sealing of the Qin Palace.

Then, starting with his fingers, he slowly moved, using that wisp of consciousness to control his body. He was already used to such things. He thought he would forget, but he never forgot. He didn't trust anyone.

Not even his successors.

He had no empress. He wanted to personally shape the world he saw, unified under one nation.

The enemy had come.

After Bai Qi exhausted the enemy, he should be able to gather strength and take action.

No, he should act now, at the cost of losing 30% of his soul, to protect Lord Wu'an.

This would be more beneficial than harmful.

The emperor, who had been fleeing for his life since childhood, silently calculated.

His hand was also starting to move.

He was actually very used to the feeling of death forcing him.

Abandon some things, calculate some things, use some things.

Alone, he overlooked the entire world.

The imperial throne was inherently lonely and cold.

He remembered the last time he was closest to death.

If it hadn't been for the people sent by Yan Dan, he wouldn't have allowed Jing Ke to get close.

Time and time again, trust would be destroyed.

That time, none of the ministers stepped forward.

Outside -

Bai Qi groaned and retreated.

The speed of his own soul's decay was already... He had misjudged the completeness of the terracotta warriors in the imperial tomb.

The war puppets here had already gone through a battle with peerless generals.

Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy. The lack of this information, even if Lord Wu'an made up for it in an instant, his opponent was not someone like Zhao Kuo. He was the Xia official under Emperor Zhuanxu, a divine general under the Heavenly Emperor, who instantly found the flaw and forcibly resisted Bai Qi's killing intent with divine power.

He pressed Bai Qi's shoulders and charged forward, intending to smash Lord Wu'an directly into the main hall.

To smash open the doors of the main hall.

The First Emperor forcibly controlled his body, his five fingers slowly clenched, and 30% of his soul began to overflow outwards. His body slowly rose. An invisible sword rose magnificently. The First Emperor's arrogance was such that even at the cost of losing 30% of his soul, he would not choose to bow his head.

Boom!!!

At this moment.

Bai Ze suddenly raised his head, his eyes widening.

A hole had been drilled through the imperial tomb's sky, completely unreasonable, without any rules, simply reckless behavior after getting carried away. Bai Ze could find a thousand reasons, ten thousand reasons, to criticize the absurdity of this behavior, but -

But it was effective!

Overbearing killing intent smashed down.

Zhong's thoughts stagnated for an instant, and Bai Qi immediately seized the opportunity and broke free.

And in the next moment, a figure slammed down, his knee heavily hitting Zhong's spine, smashing him into the ground. The figure rose up, retreated, and the Iron Hawk Sword in his palm shrieked more violently than ever before. The sound of the sword was clear and melodious.

Zhong roared and stood up: "Who is it...?!"

Bai Qi was stunned.

The First Emperor's hand paused, and finally, his five fingers slowly released the sword hilt. The last wisp of consciousness sank inside, into the state of slumber it should have been in. The vigilance he had developed since childhood, the tension, slowly dissipated.

Great Qin, the 20th year of King Zheng's reign, the palace.

Jing Ke laughed loudly, and none of the ministers dared to approach.

Even though he was covered in wounds, his power remained.

Only one figure swept up from below, as a palace guard, unsummoned.

Holding the Iron Hawk Sword, he pierced the heart of the eternal assassin.

After King Zheng of Qin was dizzy for a long time, he asked, "You are a son of my Great Qin, who are you?"

Outside the hall, the voice of the youth who seemed slightly naive in the history books, and the heroic young man who walked slowly while holding a long sword diagonally, seemed to be mixed together, one before the other, the tone as if it had never changed, as if the yellow sand blown by the vast history, answered thus -

"Great Qin, Halberd Attendant."

"Yuan."

And in that distant, blurred memory, there seemed to be a smile that was about to be forgotten.

"I will protect you."

ps: Today's fourth update... Thanks to Alliance Leader Shui Yue Qiu Jiang. The saying of 'Converting the Hu into Buddhism' appeared in the Western Jin Dynasty, but it is basically considered a forgery. The history of this book has been recreated in this section, please pay attention to distinguishing it.

Those on the left and right advanced and killed Jing Ke. The King of Qin was dizzy for a long time - *Records of the Grand Historian* / *Strategies of the Warring States*

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