In Yuan's mind, it was September of the 40th year of the reign of Qin Shi Huang.
When he arrived in Xianyang, even the second emperor of Qin, Hu Hai, had died at the hands of Zhao Gao's son-in-law, Yan Le. The whole city of Xianyang was calm, but there was a hidden panic. However, when Zhao Gao wanted to usurp the throne, many ministers and generals remained silent as a form of opposition.
Zhao Gao had no choice but to support Ziying as king.
When the second emperor, Hu Hai, died, the Qin Empire was no longer as powerful as the original Qin territory, so he could only be called a king, not an emperor.
However, a few days later, Zhao Gao hurriedly urged Ziying to go to the Qin ancestral temple to inherit the throne.
Ziying already knew Zhao Gao's plan. After failing to ascend the throne, he secretly agreed with the King of Chu that he would occupy this place and become king after killing him. How could he dare to go to the ancestral temple? He could only pretend to be sick in the Zhai Palace and send Zhao Gao's men away again. Ziying had a headache and was slightly afraid. He sighed and said:
"I have rejected it several times. If this goes on, what will Zhao Gao do in person?"
His eldest son hesitated and said, "Why not lure him in and kill him?"
Ziying had a hesitant look on his face. He shook his head and said, "No, no, Zhao Gao is a man of both civil and military talents, so he was taken by the First Emperor to tour and serve as the Minister of the Imperial Chariots. Over the years, this traitor's cultivation has become more and more advanced. How can we take him down?"
"Besides, he is treacherous. If he hadn't predicted that we couldn't take him down together, he wouldn't have come, unless..."
He paused and said, "Unless there are Iron Eagle Warriors."
Both of his sons were silent.
The Iron Eagle Warriors had been killed long ago, and the rest of them had gathered under Zhang Han and were attacking Qin. At this time, Han Tan, Ziying's confidant, suddenly screamed. The father and son stopped talking and rushed over with swords in their hands, only to see Han Tan sitting on the ground. There was a secret door in the wall, and a man in simple cloth stood there with a sword behind his back.
There was an iron eagle flapping its wings on the hilt of the sword.
That was the sharp warrior of the Qin Dynasty, the sword of the Qin Dynasty, and the warrior forged by the blood-drinking Qin sword.
That was the first and last edge of the Qin Dynasty.
"... Iron Eagle Sharp Warrior."
......
"Your Highness wants to kill Zhao Gao."
Yuan looked at Ziying, who was about to ascend the throne, and still addressed him as Your Highness, saying:
"I can be the knife-wielding man, and I can kill Zhao Gao unexpectedly."
Ziying was overjoyed, but then he had a headache about how to hide. Yuan pointed to the eunuch Han Tan next to him and said:
"Please ask him to take off his clothes and exchange with me."
Han Tan did not dare to refuse and changed his own clothes. Yuan tidied up his clothes and changed out of the cloth clothes that had been exposed to the wind and sun. He trimmed his beard and hair, and his face was firm. He was already thirty years old, but his expression was still fierce and aggressive. Even in the clothes of eunuchs, it was difficult to match his heroic spirit.
Ziying was distracted and admired in his heart.
Yuan put down the Qin sword with the Iron Eagle logo and said, "My sword was forged by the Black Ice Platform. Zhao Gao and I were colleagues and worked together in front of Your Majesty. I am afraid that it will be exposed. Please choose a new sword for your Highness."
Ziying agreed and asked his son to go down and take out a treasured treasure. Then he held the ancient sword with both hands and handed it over, saying, "This sword is called Shulou, which is a famous sword in ancient times. Please use it."
Yuan took the sword, thanked him, and stood aside with his head down.
Before anyone was sent to invite him, a panicked voice sounded along with footsteps. Another son of Ziying rushed in, looking pale, and said in panic: "Father, father, Zhao Gao is here in person."
Ziying's face turned pale, but he still said with all his strength: "Come if you want, what are you afraid of?"
His sight fell on Yuan, and he felt a little relieved when he saw him wearing the sword on his waist and nodding slightly to him. He straightened his posture and did not even open his mouth to invite Zhao Gao in. With a bang, the door was rudely opened, and Zhao Gao, dressed in the uniform of a prime minister, put down his hand and walked in slowly.
"Why doesn't the king go to the ancestral temple and inherit the throne?"
Ziying's face was pale. He looked at Zhao Gao who was walking slowly with the light behind him. He felt that he couldn't see his face clearly. He felt that his aura was so strong and powerful that he couldn't breathe. He said with all his strength: "I am not feeling well. I am not deliberately shirking my responsibility. Prime Minister, please wait for a few days. When I feel better, I will go to the ancestral temple."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Zhao Gao kept walking and stepped forward, saying: "But why do I feel that there is nothing wrong with the king?"
The pressure was too great. Ziying's two sons couldn't stand this oppression. One of them was outside and didn't know that Yuan had appeared. He couldn't help but press the sword in anger and said: "Zhao Gao, you are a minister of my Great Qin and the prime minister of the Great Qin. Do you want to commit treason and force your king?!"
The long sword in his hand protected himself, but was immediately knocked away by a burst of air and fell to the ground.
Zhao Gao was a man who would call a deer a horse. After forcing Hu Hai to death, he became more rampant and reckless. He drew a sword and was about to kill Ziying's two sons, but just as he drew his sword, the short sword in his hand was blocked by a long sword. Even though Zhao Gao had a high level of cultivation, he could not break free.
He looked up and saw that the man holding the sword was Han Tan, the eunuch who was Ziying's confidant.
He then saw Han Tan looking up and saw the pair of cold and sharp eyes, as if an eagle, falling on him.
Zhao Gao's pupils suddenly contracted.
That was not Han Tan!
The memory seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago in an instant.
In the dim memory, the young halberd-bearing man with a white and heroic face, like a newborn tiger or leopard, who was wantonly exploring the whole world, was wearing black clothes and armor and staring at him.
'I have something to say. Your Majesty, please take care of your daily life. If your Majesty is ill when I come back, even if it is just a hair, I will bring it back. Even if you flee thousands of miles away, I will kill you.'
"Halberd doctor…"
"Zhongchefu Ling, come forward and die!"
The sword in Yuan's hand whistled and forced the short sword away. He recognized this short sword. It was the sword that killed the king. The sword of Madam Xu that Yan Taizi Dan prepared for his retainer Jing Ke. At some point, Zhao Gao took it. It was obvious that he was going to kill Qin Ziying here today.
Yuan's expression became cold and the long sword in his hand stabbed out.
It was the swordsmanship of the Qin army.
His cultivation level was similar to Zhao Gao's, but one was in the center of the Qin Dynasty, relying on many natural treasures to accumulate, while the other was fighting beasts in the sea and killing distant enemies in the foreign land. Their fighting experience could not be compared, not to mention that one used a long sword, while the other only used a short sword.
The sound of clanging and whistling was heard.
Zhao Gao was forced to retreat repeatedly, but after only a dozen rounds, he had several more wounds on his body. Yuan moved his wrist, and the sword cut off the tendons of Zhao Gao's hands. The sword blade stuck and swung, and Mrs. Xu's sword was thrown away directly. Then he kicked Zhao Gao's abdomen heavily, trampling him on the thick pillar of the Zhai Palace.
Zhao Gao spurted blood from his mouth, and subconsciously tried to move Yuan's right foot with both hands, but it was useless, as if this kick was not only his own strength and magic power, as if there were deeper things and emotions under this kick, which made Zhao Gao unable to shake.
Yuan changed his kick to a side kick, knocking him to the ground, and then he held the sword with both hands. The sword in his hand pierced through the shoulder blade and pierced through the floor of the palace. The blade was deeply embedded in it, and his knees pressed heavily on the wounds on his chest and abdomen, making Zhao Gao extremely painful, but he could not die at all, and could only let out a series of suppressed screams.
A series of methods, cold and cold, are all the moves that the Black Ice Terrace sharp soldiers use to kill the powerful.
The two glared at each other. Qin is the water virtue. The high place of the Zhai Palace is hung with the best black silk. The women with the best craftsmanship have to work hard for a year to weave one. At this moment, they were torn by the strong air and fell down. Ziying was frightened by the evil spirit and retreated repeatedly. He sat on the steps and saw through the hanging black silk in a trance...
There was a young man wearing black clothes and armor holding a halberd.
He was forcing the enemy with a sword.
A pair of eyes stared at the once humble and polite Zhongchefu Ling.
When the black silk fell, he realized that it was just an illusion. The halberd bearer was no longer young, and the one who fell was also the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty. Yuan held the sword in both hands, glared, and suppressed his tone, saying:
"What happened to His Majesty? How could His Majesty die?!"
"That was the Majesty of the Qin Dynasty. How could he die!"
"Three years ago, when I returned, His Majesty even shot the descendants of Kunpeng and caught a giant fish on the coast of the East China Sea. How could he pass away in just a few months? Zhao Gao, what happened?!"
Zhao Gao was oppressed and spurted out Blood, but only smiled miserably: "How can he die?"
"Everyone will die, why can't he die?"
"A person wants to achieve achievements that no one can do, how can he not die?!"
Yuan pressed the sword in his hand down and said: "Explain it clearly."
Zhao Gao stared at Yuan and said: "Xu Fu didn't come back with you, right?"
Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, thinking that when he got the news, Xu Fu was about to start refining the immortal medicine, and he had to return to Daqin alone, and the thousands of boys and girls, nearly a hundred craftsmen, and those troops were left outside.
Zhao Gao suddenly laughed out loud, saying, "He finally got you out of the way. Your Majesty's death made you lose your mind. Then I tell you, it was Xu Fu's hidden hand that made Your Majesty fall."
Yuan said angrily, "Impossible. How can a mere alchemist hurt Your Majesty in the slightest?!"
Zhao Gao said:
"Of course he couldn't do it, but... he first refined the divinity of the overseas islands into a pill. This evil god is naturally no match for Your Majesty, but because it is an external divinity, it stimulated the divine power of Shenzhou that Your Majesty suppressed. Even Your Majesty had to go on several tours abroad to suppress the gods of Shenzhou under the rule of Daqin again and again."
"And that time, he had to personally face the divine power of Shenzhou that was activated by the divinity of the overseas islands."
"It was a riot of all the gods of Shenzhou."
Yuan's voice paused.
Zhao Gao felt the sluggishness of the sword and continued, "Do you still think Xu Fu will come back?"
"He is not a Qin person. He told me that his own country was destroyed, and the gods worshipped by his ancestors were captured and bound, and even destroyed. He was unwilling and naturally wanted to resist, but he did not dare to confront Your Majesty, so he could only use this method, just hoping that Your Majesty would release the suppressed gods."
"In this way, there is still a glimmer of hope for the six countries, and Your Majesty will only be injured. When the Central Plains is in chaos again, he can also take the opportunity to escape overseas."
Yuan lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty never accepts any threats."
Zhao Gao said, "You know him very well."
Zhao Gao could not help but close his eyes and recall the scene that he would never forget in his life. The emperor in black clothes held a sword and looked at him contemptuously for the last time, and then his hands and feet stiffened. Then the emperor arrogantly stepped towards death, walked into the flames and thunder, and overlooked the divinity of the entire Shenzhou.
So all the gods were ministers.
Finally, the emperor gathered the divine destiny of Shenzhou on the jade seal.
Holding this seal, future emperors can arbitrarily confer titles on the gods.
From now on, the so-called gods are no longer the gods that must be worshipped and worshipped by the whole country as in the Western Zhou Dynasty. After today, they are just vassals of the dynasty and ministers of the emperor. Those who obey me will live, and those who disobey me will die.
The era of Shenzhou has begun a new chapter since then.
From the coexistence of humans and gods, to the national sacrifice, and finally the division of gods, humans finally have an absolute upper hand.
And the first emperor completed his great cause and fell asleep calmly.
Just as he said.
After all, he called himself the First Emperor.
All legends started with him, but they should not end here.
Yuan's sword-holding hand trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and almost bit out the two words from his teeth: "Xu, Shi..." Zhao Gao felt this hatred, but he was relieved. He felt that he still had a chance of survival.
The Shulou sword was pulled out.
Zhao Gao breathed a sigh of relief.
Yuan took out the jade dragon and wore it around his waist.
The thirty-year-old Qin sharp soldier paused and suddenly said to himself:
"I am willing to do so."
Zhao Gao was stunned, and then he saw the ornament of the First Emperor. His pupils shrank, and the no longer young halberd bearer held the sword with both hands and said:
"Zhao Gao, the commander of the Central Chariot House, bumped into your majesty's carriage and intended to rebel. He should be executed and beheaded!"
"Your servant Yuan, the halberd bearer, will execute the sentence!"
The sword fell.
Zhao Gao, the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, became the third important official to die under the Shulou sword.