4. Unkillable

1

As the saddest traveler, I have been in the pre-Qin era for a year.

Since I didn’t study history well when I was studying, I didn’t know enough about the major historical events that happened during this period, so I didn’t have the turbulent situation like in those exaggerated TV dramas or novels, and all I thought about was how to save my own life.

Watching big and small countries fight back and forth, the war in the age of cold weapons is extremely cruel. Soldiers rush towards each other like beasts, slashing each other with weak weapons. A battle often lasts from early morning to dusk. .

I have to feel that the physical fitness of the ancients is really great. If the modern people are small in size, let alone fighting, they would be exhausted to stand for a day.

On the first day of crossing, I appeared on such a battlefield with a dazed face, and I was captured before I recovered.

He was beaten up and brought to a bearded man with a bruised nose and a bruised face. At that time, the bearded man was counting the military supplies and rations, and he was holding a pile of bamboo pieces on the ground. I listened to it for a long time, and finally heard it. To figure out what he was doing, the math problem is that a soldier needs twelve portions of dry rations (fried wheat grains). There are a total of 3,218 soldiers in their team. How many dry rations do they need?

On such a sixth-grade difficulty problem, the bearded man was sweating, and bamboo pieces were all over the place.

I raised my hand and said, "Strong man, it's not enough to count like you for one night. I'll help you count."

The bearded man glanced at me and said, "If you count, how long will it take?"

I said, "Up to three minutes."

With a puzzled face, the bearded man asked, "What is three minutes?"

I patted my head and thought that this era is not a clock system, and I said, "It's one forty hour."

The bearded man obviously couldn't keep up with my rhythm, and asked again, "What is one forty?"

I was dumbfounded. I didn't know how to communicate with people of this era. I had to take a piece of bamboo on the ground and write a multiplication formula on the ground. All the people in the military camp gathered around and looked at my drawing like a book from heaven. Arabic numerals, I calculated it once and then checked it again. I can only say that my life is at stake. I have never been so careful in the college entrance examination. After confirming the answer, I said the number. Are you asking the gods?"

I almost passed out and explained to him the advanced nature of the four arithmetic operations. Before I could make it clear, the bearded man waved his hand, and I was beaten up by a big hairy man and locked in a wooden cage.

I want to cry but have no tears, I just hate myself for not exercising well, and I have no ability to resist these ancients.

But the next day, the bearded man ran in front of me very excited. He said that he finally got the answer after arranging bamboo pieces all night. It was the number I said. He thought it was very cool that I could talk to the gods. Keep me as his counselor.

I nodded my last breath, hoping he could give me something to eat.

I haven't even drank a sip of water since time travel.

The bearded man was obviously intimidated by me, and arranged for someone to bring it to me to eat. Although it was extremely unpalatable barbecue (without any seasoning), I still devoured it.

After eating, I leaned against the stone, and tears of sadness flowed unconsciously.

The bearded man asked me, "Why did you cry, sir?"

I said, "I want to go home."

The bearded man asked me again, "Where did Mr. come from?"

I said, "A socialist country, a completely different place from your half-slaves, half-feudal countries."

Big Beard's eyes were dazzled, and he waved again. Just as I was about to speak, two big men lifted me up and threw me very roughly onto a wooden bed.

My waist was about to break, and I clutched at my pants pocket, thinking I was going to be humiliated. However, the bearded man told the soldiers that he wanted them to stay at the gate of the barracks to protect me, and he also said that he would take me back to see their king for a while.

2

In any case, the most important thing to be a human being is to be happy. In this pre-Qin era when there was a shortage of materials and the per capita quality was extremely low, I also had to take care of myself.

For example, on the march, I caught a big fish by the lake.

I made a grilled fish in a stone pot. Before I could eat it, it was robbed by the big men. The savages probably never smelled the smell of grilled fish. The thing is, because they can't eat fish, two of them were stuck alive by thorns.

The bearded man was afraid of the mutiny of the soldiers, so he punished me symbolically, and ordered me to be beaten with a wooden board for half an hour, and I was bedridden for another half a month.

For example, when I was in bed, I missed the time of fighting landlords with my buddies, so I made a pair of simple poker with bamboo chips, marked J, Q, K, A, JOKER with a knife, and played with the big guys who took care of me. Fighting with landlords, because they didn't understand the rules, they lost all the money to me, they thought I was cheating, and beat me up again.

After the beating, he even ransacked me, and even stole my underwear.

What's more annoying is that the lead soldier felt that my underwear was soft, and he wrapped it around his forehead as a hood, walking at the forefront of the team.

The bearded man often came over to discuss scientific knowledge with me. Once he asked me, "Sir, it has been raining for too long, and we can't get to the town in time to supply supplies. Can you stop the rain, sir?"

I stuck my head out, looked at the sky, and said to him, "It won't rain tomorrow."

The bearded man was ecstatic: "Is this true?"

I nodded with certainty: "If you don't go out in the morning, you can't go wrong in the sunset."

The next day the sun came as scheduled, and the bearded man’s admiration for me was a little more, and he finally stopped sending people to monitor me, allowing me to move freely. It happened that my butt was almost recovered, and I started to move around. Walk around, familiarize yourself with the behavior of this era, so as not to be beaten for no reason.

After many inquiries, I learned that this unit was affiliated to the State of Yan. The bearded man was named Tian Guang. At this time, it was still in the Warring States Period. It was still eight or nine years before Qin Shihuang unified the six kingdoms. Qin State had been a hostage, and Ying Zheng was very unhappy to see it. He regarded destroying Qin as his lifelong ideal, so he attacked the surrounding small vassal states, and while training troops, he expanded his strength.

3

After a few more days, we finally arrived at Ji, the capital of the Yan Kingdom. After entering the city, I was very emotional. The bearded Tian Guang asked me, "Why do you keep sighing, sir?"

I said, "I'm all too familiar with this place."

Tian Guang said, "Sir, have you been here before?"

I said, "This place will be called Beijing after many years, and everyone wants to buy a house here."

The bearded man showed a familiar look of daze again, I stopped talking, looked at the men and women on the street, the feudal society was miserable, not even a decent beauty was seen, the women were all unkempt, and some were still carrying goods Coolies, the men have yellow teeth and wrinkles on their faces that look like orange peels.

Finally, I arrived at a place that looked like people lived. A middle-aged man in khaki clothes greeted me at the door. Tian Guang hurriedly dragged me to kneel in front of him and said a long speech. The middle-aged man helped us up, and he said, "Sir, you've worked hard, come in and talk."

There are several tables in the hall of the house with some food and wine glasses on them. Several swordsmen are dancing swords in the center of the hall. The middle-aged man sits on the seat and gives us a slight bow. Tian Guang pulls me and sits on the ground. The one sitting opposite me is A wretched-looking man, with a shaggy beard and a few holes in his clothes, was drinking on his own.

After the meal was full, the middle-aged man made a gesture, and everyone else left the room, leaving only me, Tian Guang, and the wretched man in the hall.

The middle-aged man asked Tian Guang, "Who is this gentleman?"

The middle-aged man pointed his palm at me, and Tian Guang hurriedly gave me an introduction: "This gentleman has a talent for understanding the sky and the latitude, and he knows the yin and yang. With his help, great things will be accomplished."

I squinted at Tian Guang, thinking that you are a bit arrogant. The middle-aged man was very excited when he heard these words, he walked up to me and gave a bow, grabbed my hand and burst into tears. He cried and begged me to stay and help him.

I said, "I, I, and I don't have any skills, don't do this."

The middle-aged man wiped his nose with his sleeve: "Sir, you are too modest, come and come, let's have a drink together, and then introduce you to another hero."

After drinking a glass of wine, the middle-aged man pointed at the wretched man sitting beside the pillar: "This hero is skilled in swordsmanship and can use his sword energy to stab geese in the sky. I saw him in the downtown area last month. With the ability, he was recruited into the mansion overnight to be honored as Shang Qing, and we have been eating at the same table and sleeping in the same bed for the past few days, so we are very close.”

There was an ominous premonition in my heart. The middle-aged person in front of me was arrogant. Judging from Tian Guang's attitude towards him, this person should be Prince Dan.

So this wretched swordsman...

I said, "What's the name of this hero?"

Prince Dan said, "Jing Columb."

Sure enough, I spit out a sip of wine, and I did it. Who would have thought that the famous Jingjian was actually the virtue of this tram idiot?

4

That night, Prince Dan and Tian Guang discussed important matters in the room, and Jing Co took me to the casino.

Walking on the mottled dirt road, the silver moonlight shone on our shoulders, Jing Qiao asked me why I always stared at him, I coughed awkwardly, and said, "I have heard your story since I was a child, and I am a little curious."

There was a trace of anguish between Jing Yan's brows: "What deeds can be passed down to the people of the subjugated country?"

I said, "I can't say the same. You are very famous. In our era, many elementary school students knew you. They often used you to play as a jungler. But in the game, your image is not like this, but you have a good figure. woman."

Jing Qi stared at me stunned, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Sir's words are too profound, I don't understand."

I scratched my head and accompany him to the casino. This guy is really a good gambler. He lost all his money in ten minutes and came to me to borrow money. The string of copper coins Tian Guang gave me was also seized by him. , he lost again in less than ten minutes. Seeing him slapping the table and hitting the bench in front of the gambling table, he couldn't help but wonder, is this person really the assassin who chased Qin Shihuang around the column?

After losing all the money, Jing Qi actually took out his sword and slapped it on the gambling table.

The gambler next to him jeered: "How much is this broken sword worth, get out of here."

Jing Qi smiled and said, "This broken sword is worth nothing in your hands, but a thousand gold in mine."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved his sword, and the sword slashed on the pillar next to it with a bang. Everyone looked closely, and a fly was nailed to the tip of the sword.

When the old man in the casino saw Jing Co show his hand, he was afraid that he would get involved and hurt others.

Jing Kui, however, was like Erjizi, saying, "I'm here for someone who is willing to admit defeat, and definitely not a scoundrel who is sloppy and rolls around. Press this sword and bet one last time."

Seeing his loneliness, I sat up straight, and I wanted to see how he would make a comeback.

A few minutes later, Jing Que and I were kicked out of the casino in a disheartened manner. He kept clapping his hands, saying that his luck was really bad today. I walked behind him and felt like my little brain was buzzing. .

But the nightmare wasn't over yet, and on a whim, Jing Qi pulled me halfway to a house with red curtains.

I asked him what he wanted to do and he said he was going to find a woman.

I was going crazy and I said, "We have no money now, how can we find a woman?"

Jing Qi raised his chest again and said proudly, "It takes money to find a woman, can you be called a man?"

Damn, he can say that prostitute king chicken is so fresh and refined, this person is also the best among gangsters.

I turned my head and wanted to run, but Jing Cao quickly blocked me, grasping my shoulders with his hands like iron tongs, ignoring my shouting, and taking me into the ancient kiln.

5

It can be seen that Jing Qiao should be a frequent visitor here, and the prostitute quickly greeted him. Jing Qiao is like a gangster leader in modern society. I asked the prostitute to introduce me to a good one. I took me to a small room, and after a while, a woman came in.

The woman was young, and she was considered a good-looking woman among ancient women. She took off her clothes as soon as she walked in the door, and caught me off guard. I said, "Wait, miss, wait."

The woman's face turned red: "Young master is really joking, how can poor people like us be called young ladies?"

I said, "In our day, women of your profession were called misses."

The woman obviously didn't understand what I meant. She sat by the bed with a smile and said, "Young master shouldn't come to this kind of place often, right?"

I said, "In our time, it was illegal to come to this kind of place, I didn't have the guts to go, but when I was lonely and lonely at night, I would occasionally stop at the shampoo... Wait, don't take off my clothes. "

The woman was actually pulling my pants while I was talking. I was clutching my pants pocket tightly, like a frightened kitten tired in the corner of the bed. The woman was probably in a hurry and came up to kiss me on the neck.

In the chaos, I heard the sound of the ground shaking in the next room. It was obvious that Jing Columb had entered the theme. The table, stool, and bed plank were screeching. On the afterburner, my trousers were pulled to the legs and feet, I screamed in fright, and shouted: "We have no money."

The woman didn't take it seriously: "Young Master Jing Kui is Prince Dan's guest of honor, how could he have no money?"

I increased the decibel: "We really have no money, we all lost in the casino."

The woman didn't look like I was joking, and ran out to report to the prostitute.

After the incense was instructed, Jing Qi and I were thrown out of the kiln with bruised noses and bruised faces. The thugs threatened us. If it weren't for our friendship with Prince Dan, we would have slapped the shit out of us.

Jing Qi was a little angry, and he reprimanded me as someone who had come over. It is okay to confess, but he should confess after he is done, otherwise the beating will be in vain.

The difference between this person and the image in the book is too great. I have no reverence for him. After struggling to get up, I gave him the middle finger.

Unexpectedly, there is another interpretation of this gesture in ancient times. I still have nosebleeds on my fingers. When Jing Qiao saw it, his eyes were red, and he rushed over and hugged me tightly. Tears and snot flowed down my clothes. superior.

He said, "Jing columbine is a single husband, how can He De and Mr.

I quickly retracted my hand: "I-I-I didn't mean that."

But it was too late, Jing Qi held my head, and the two of them kowtowed to the moon three times. In this way, Jing Qi and I became sworn brothers.

On the way back, I asked, "Your martial arts are so good, it should be easy to clean up those hoops, why don't you fight back?"

Jing Qi said: "Brothers practice martial arts, not to bully the weak, but to eliminate evil and promote good."

I touched my high, swollen cheeks, and I thought to myself which thing you did had something to do with Yang Shan?

6

The next day, Tian Guang died.

According to the servant, Tian Dabeard committed suicide. Because of a dispute with Prince Dan, he drank dozens of glasses of wine in the middle of the night, and then hung himself.

Obviously to hide from the public, although my history is not good, but I know that the assassination plan has already begun.

Looking at Tian Dabeard's body, I was a little sad. This man had a gentle personality and was eager to learn. He was in a high position but had no air. He took great care of me.

Prince Dan obviously didn't take me as his own, and offered me delicious food and drink every day, but he didn't tell me anything. He recruited samurai from all over the place and wanted to train the most powerful assassin.

After Tian Guang died, Jing Qiao changed his previous cynical appearance and practiced swords every day. If I guessed correctly, Tian Guang should have said something to him before he died.

Those warriors became Jing Qiao's sparring team, at first two-on-one, then four-on-one, then sixteen-one-on-one, and finally, the whole square was filled with warriors, Jing Qiao was in the middle of the crowd, waving his hands. Tiejian, I finally saw his swordsmanship, every sword with great power, the place where the sword energy swept the flesh and blood, and no one around three meters could get close.

But when the man's strength was finally exhausted, Jing Kui was slashed in an inadvertent arm, and the blood flowed down his clothes. He changed his hand to a sword. Unexpectedly, his left hand was more sensitive than his right, so he quickly shot out. After the siege, he jumped to the side of Prince Dan, a sword light was like a rainbow, and the iron sword was nailed to Prince Dan's neck, less than one centimeter apart.

Prince Dan clapped his hands and clapped, and said, "Jing Qing has such swordsmanship, so why can't you achieve great things?"

Jing Qi took a breath and knelt down to salute: "When my arm recovers, I can leave."

Prince Dan showed joy, and ordered the doctor to bandage Jing Co. After Jing stepped down, I stopped in front of him, and he smiled when he saw me: "Brother, why are you here?"

I dragged him to a place where no one was around and whispered, "I know what you're planning, but it's not going to work."

Jing Qi's face changed slightly: "Brother, why did you say this?"

I said, "There are at least 3,000 iron armors in the palace of the King of Qin, and there are many guards with superb martial arts around the King of Qin.

Jing Qi hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover my mouth, but it was too late. As soon as I turned my head, I saw the gloomy Prince Dan.

7

I was imprisoned, and if it hadn't been for Jing Qi's death, I would have been killed on the spot.

The plan to assassinate Qin was very important. Tian Guang committed suicide to keep it secret. The only people in the world who knew about it were Prince Dan and Jing Qi, but they didn't expect that I was a person from the future. Not only did I know Their plans, and I know their end.

Prince Dan was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he sent a lot of people to torture me. My head was swollen like a pig's head, and my legs were broken. They repeatedly asked me how I knew about it. From what I saw above, they beat him even harder. If it wasn't for Prince Dan who wanted to keep me alive, I would have been beaten to death.

In the middle of the night, Jing Qiao came to the prison. He brought me some food and stuffed it through the iron seam.

Jing Qi sighed and said, "Brother, you have made a big accident this time. Assassinating Qin is related to the national fortune of Yan, and Prince Dan will not let you go."

I took a sip of water, spat out the blood, and said, "Anyway, I just don't want you to die in vain."

Jing Qi said, "Maybe it's you, brother, who are unfounded. I've weighed it in my heart, and I have a 30% chance of succeeding."

I laughed, the pain made me cough continuously: "You are blindly confident, you will never succeed, no matter who you are, you can't change history."

Jing Qi was silent for a while, with a complicated look in his eyes, he sat across from me, and suddenly asked, "Are you really someone from the future?"

I nodded and said, "It's true."

Jing Co said, "Then can you tell me what the outcome of this matter is?"

I shook my head with a wry smile: "You won't believe it, you'll just think of me as a lunatic."

Jing Qi said with a solemn expression: "Whether others believe it or not, I will believe you."

His expression moved me a little bit. From time travel to now, he is the only person who believes in me and the only person who treats me as a friend.

I said, "According to historical records, Prince Dan will send you to assassinate King Qin Yingzheng, and in order to win the trust of King Qin, he will also kill Fan Yuqi, a fleeing general of the Qin State. King Qin is prudent by nature, and only gets Fan Yuqi's head. , he will put down his guard and attack you. Prince Dan has prepared a deputy for you. That person is Qin Wuyang. He is very famous but he is a coward. Just standing at the gate of the palace will make you wet your pants. You bring Fan Fan with you. Yu Qi's head and the map of Yan State's Governor Kang, met the King of Qin in the name of seeking peace, and planned to assassinate him with the method of picturing him, but in the end it failed."

Cold sweat poured out of Jing Qi's forehead. He was convinced that what I said was true, because just before he came to prison, Prince Dan temporarily changed his plan, and the plan was the same as what I described.

Jing Qi asked, "What happened later?"

I said, "The king of Qin was furious, and he beheaded you in court, and immediately ordered the general Wang Jian to attack the state of Yan. In just four years, the state of Yan was destroyed."

Jing Qi stopped talking, just looked at me directly.

After a while, he spat out a mouthful of blood and splattered all over the iron fence in front of me. Although he regarded death as his home, he couldn't bear the doomed ending.

8

Jing Kui stood up and suddenly drew out his sword. I heard a loud bang, and the iron fence in front of me fell down in response.

Jing Qi stretched out his hand to me: "Brother, I will take you out of the city."

I said, "What about you?"

Jing Qi smiled bitterly and said, "I will keep my promise and continue to assassinate Qin."

I panicked and said loudly, "Didn't I tell you that this matter is doomed to fail? Why are you still going? Do you fucking not believe me at all..."

The soldiers guarding the prison came one after another. Jing Qi carried me on his back. His movements were light and quick, and every time he raised his hand, a soldier fell. The hilt of his sword was equally powerful.

On the way out of the city, Jing Qi asked me, "What swordsmanship did the swordsmen of your era use?"

I said, "We don't need swords for a long time. If someone wants to assassinate, buy a sniper rifle, hide a few hundred meters away and aim at it, and run away if it hits."

Jing Qi was excited after hearing my description: "And that kind of weapon?"

I said, "Of course, if you give us a sniper rifle, maybe you can really kill King Qin."

Jing Qi asked me again, "How did the people of your era live, and did they often fight?"

I hurriedly shook my head: "No no no, I live in an era of peace, where everyone has access to books, everyone has food to eat, everyone can strive for their own ideals, children grow up healthily, and the elderly enjoy their old age. I will not worry about being oppressed by officers and soldiers, nor will I be afraid of being humiliated by foreign enemies.”

Jing Qi stopped in his tracks, with a fascinated expression on his face, he muttered to himself, "Is there really such a world?"

When he arrived at the gate of the city, Jing Co gave me the coat he was wearing. The weather was already cold in winter, and my lips were trembling from the cold. Jing Co put the clothes on my body and said to me, "Brother, get out of the city by this road. To the south, you can go to the Qin State, if it is true that the Qin State can swept the Liuhe unified world as you said, you can stay there.”

I said, "Come with me, your assassination is pointless, why sacrifice your life in vain?"

The cold wind was blowing through our hair, Jing Qi suddenly thought of something, grabbed my hand and said, "Brother, what kind of gun did you just say you can use to take someone's head from a hundred steps away, would you know that kind of gun?"

My head suddenly became big, and I said, "I know the basic principle, but there are many things that you don't have at all in this age, and bullets are not good..."

Jing Qi said, "I'll be waiting for you here for three months. If you can make it, take it to Xianyang to find me. If you can't make it, you can keep your name incognito to save your life."

What more I want to say, Jing Kui whipped the saddle with a whip. The black horse was originally his mount, and it carried me all the way to the south.

9

I searched all over the blacksmith shop in the Qin country, found many masters of design agencies, and made a simple sight by myself, drawing blueprints almost day and night.

It's March and I haven't been able to make a sniper rifle.

But I made a thing similar to a fire gun. I used cattle and sheep as an experiment. It can kill living things at a distance of ten meters, and its power is not bad.

In any case, this can be considered a product that spans the times. With this thing, Jing Qi's assassination will be more confident.

I took it to Xianyang and waited for three days at the inn I agreed with Jing Co. I never saw him. I thought he had given up on that stupid plan, and was just glad he figured it out. At the same time, the news of Jing's assassination of Qin spread all over the world.

10

Dr. Cha asked for a reward, cleared his throat, and began to tell what happened. He had a fellow villager who was working beside the King of Qin and happened to be there at the time.

Jing Qi was waiting outside the palace with Fan Yuqi's head and Du Kang's map. Qin Wuyang, who was beside him, was so frightened that his face was pale and his legs were shaking. . There are guards on the third and outer three floors of King Qin's palace, all dressed in armor and holding long swords. The murderous aura alone can make one breathless. Jing Qi calmly stepped forward and saluted, and took out the traitorous general of the Qin State, Fan Yuqi. On the head of Xiang Shang, the King of Qin was overjoyed when he saw Fan Yuqi's head, and gave Jing Qu a wine.

While Jing was drinking, Qin Wuyang was too panicked and the dagger hidden in the map fell out. When Qin Wuyang saw what happened, he turned around and fled outside the palace, but he was hacked to death by a random knife in just a moment.

Jing Que was surrounded by guards, but his expression remained unchanged. After drinking, he threw his glass on the ground and said with a big laugh, "My brother is right, Qin Wuyang really is a scumbag who is strong from outside and hard at work."

The King of Qin hid behind the guards and shouted for the guards to take down Jing.

At this moment, Jing Cao took action, snatched the sword of one guard, and killed seven people in a flash. King Qin's personal guards were all highly skilled in martial arts, but no one could survive under him. sword. Wherever Jing Que went, the stumps and arms broke and howled constantly. The soldiers of the Qin State, known as the Jagged Soldiers, were frightened back by this tragic image, only to see Jing Qu covered in blood, and the whole person was like a demon king who entered the world. His eyes There was only one target in it, the King Qin who was so frightened that his face turned pale.

King Qin no longer cared about the dignity of the emperor, so he huddled beside the pillar, shouting with a hoarse voice, and whoever took the head of Jingjian would be rewarded with thousands of gold and sealed as the Marquis of Ten Thousand Households.

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. Those guards stand in front of Jing Qi. There are corpses everywhere in the palace. His chest and thighs were also seriously injured. If this goes on, he will soon be in a different place. At this moment, Jing Qi shouted loudly and used an incredible sword move, like a gust of wind. When he came, Jing Qi ignored the sword that had cut him, and stabbed the King of Qin with the sword like a fright.

Just when the sword was about to pierce the Qin King's chest, Jing Qi stopped, everyone saw that Qin King was being held hostage, and did not dare to move any more, Jing Qi looked at the Qin King who was like a bereaved dog, and suddenly smiled: "So my brother can also do it. Wrong, I can do it."

The King of Qin begged for mercy: "As long as you let me go, I can give you three cities, no, six!"

Jing Kui said: "I won't kill you, but I want you to promise me one thing, someone will say that you can unite the world and end the centuries of war and strife. I want you to promise me, if you really do it. Lord of the world, be kind to your people, let everyone have food to eat, and everyone has a book to read, if you can create such a world, I can spare your life.”

King Qin nodded again and again, saying that this was also his lifelong ideal.

Jing Qi glanced at the sunset on the horizon, and let go of his hand in relief. The instant the iron sword fell to the ground, the guard behind him chopped off his head in order to grab the credit.

It turned out to be so.

My chest was hot and my blood was boiling.

The sky in ancient times was very clean, there was no automobile exhaust and industrial pollution, and the sunset was bright and imprinted on the horizon. I suddenly remembered that nonsense night.

Jing Qi raised his chest and said, "Brothers practice martial arts, not to bully the weak, but to punish evil and promote good."

I said, "It's a pity that you were born in the wrong era. In our place, you can be a police officer, but in this era, there is no concept of good and evil, only the strong prey on the weak."

Jing Ju turned his head to look at me: "I only hope that there will be no disaster in the world, and the poor can live with dignity. My sword exists for this."

The listeners in the inn dispersed one after another, and Dr. Cha also packed up and walked out the door slowly.

In his mouth, he sang a song with a vast tone: under the crown of strong hair and danger, in the map of the dagger, the sound of the piano is incomprehensible, and the regret is that there is no Qin Palace...

I think of that desolate figure, what was he thinking when he put down his sword?

Tears overflowed from my eyes unconsciously. As the most tragic traveler, I have been in the pre-Qin era for a year. I hate this barbaric and violent era very much, but I have also seen something very remarkable.