Not long ago, he had passed Mount Tai, and now he was going to do it again.

waste time.

But there is no way around it. The new student in Fushui Fang has poor intelligence capabilities and cannot get the real information in the first place.

This is all normal.

Huang can understand.

For an intelligence organization to take root, it cannot happen overnight. Only by cultivating it over a period of years can it achieve success.

"Travel lightly and simply, take old man Feng with you. This trip to Qilu is very necessary."

Huang's eyes were deep. He needed the Gongshu family to build weapons, equip cavalry, and enhance combat effectiveness. He also needed Yang Zhu.

When the time comes, he will kill people and Yang Zhu will punish him.

In this way, the possibility of success in cracking the ink increases dramatically. For academic circles like the Mohists, cultural people are better at it.

He is a martial artist, so his work is somewhat difficult.

What's more, for a master like the Mohist family, they must not take action, and once they do, they will not give the other party a chance to resist.

"promise."

When Feng Zheng learned about Huang's intention, he couldn't help but be stunned. In his opinion, Huang should be busy preparing to go to Chaoge now.

As a result, Huang has to go to Qilu again.

"What is so good about Qilu that makes you want to come back again and again?" Feng Zheng took a sip of wine and pretended to be casually testing.

"Qilu Fengliu, after all, you need to experience something. Besides, Chaoge is the hometown of the Emperor. With my ability, going there is no different from seeking death."

Huang took a sip of wine and his tone became serious: "Don't worry, Old Man Feng, if you cooperate with me, Feng Yuheng will definitely get what he wants."

"We are a community of interests. In this world, what interests are more compelling for people to work together?"

"ha……"

Feng Zheng smiled and said nothing.

If it were anyone else, Feng Zheng might have believed it, but Huang was an old fox, and he still had no bottom line.

I believe Huang, I'm afraid his grave will be covered with grass next year.

The competition among cultivators is far more naked than that in the world. The intrigues and betrayals that Feng Zheng has experienced are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Therefore, Feng Zheng never communicates with others.

On this trip, Huang didn't take too many people with him. He just ordered the Fu Shui Fang to stand in front and eliminate all hidden dangers.

Then he ordered the cavalry to accompany him secretly.

He didn't bring a woman with him, only Feng Zheng and Xianglidu. Feng Zheng was his life insurance, and Xianglidu was his servant.

The last time I went east was to become stronger, but this time I was just recruiting.

The starting point is different, and the methods are naturally different. Now he has become famous. Once someone hunts him, he will not be weak.

He rode out of Yueyang and headed towards Anyi. Huang knew the secrets of Dazheng Palace, but he was afraid that he had not found them all.

The part he was looking for was even designed by someone to let him get it.

Even Feng Yuheng was just waiting for him to take the bait. Of course, it wasn't necessarily him, but he was waiting for such a restless person.

It just happened to be him.

Vaguely, Huang felt that the world was covered by a huge net, and everyone's every move was being spied on.

With a massive amount of information gathered, the people behind can even deduce a person's next move based on all kinds of information.

Huang only felt a mountain of pressure.

The heart that becomes stronger becomes extremely determined.

He knows that only if he becomes strong enough can he be qualified to overturn the chessboard, otherwise he will be just a leek.

"Old man Feng, the Feng family should be considered relatively powerful, but neither Jiang nor Ji are weak, especially Ji."

The casual words made Feng Zheng's face change slightly. He had some doubts about Huang's identity, and even felt that there was something wrong with their investigation.

How could a family of old Qin farmers let Huang know so many secrets and gain such insight?

Looking away at Huang, Feng Zheng spoke solemnly: "Three emperors and five emperors, the emperor Fuxi comes from the surname Feng, the emperor Shennong comes from the surname Jiang, and the emperor Xuanyuan comes from the surname Ji."

"Among the five emperors, Shun came from the surname Gui, Yu came from the surname Si, Yao came from the surname Qi, Ku came from the surname Ji, and Zhuanxu also came from the surname Ji."

"There were many clans in ancient times, but the strongest one was not Feng, but Ji. Even in the secular world, the strongest one today is Ji, right?"

Suddenly, Huang's scalp became numb, and he remembered what happened to him in Luoyang.

After thinking about this, Huang fell silent.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. For the first time, he realized how difficult it was to seek immortality during the Warring States Period.

…

Dong Xiangchun.

While eating wine in Dongxiangchun, it was rare that he didn't listen to music. He was fine, but he couldn't find that emotion anymore.

The last time we had wine and listened to music in Dongxiangchun, we were together with Wei Yang and Jing Jian. Now Wei Yang is the chief of the left concubine of the Qin State and initiated the government reform.

Jing Jian also became Ying Quliang's confidant.

Those who once failed to achieve their goals have achieved their goals, and those who were once unsatisfied have now achieved their goals. Only the desolation has not changed so far.

"What are you thinking about?" Feng Zheng asked with a smile while drinking wine.

"When I first came to Dongxiangchun, Wei Yang was still a concubine in the palace of the prime minister of Wei, Gongshu Cuo, with an unknown family background."

Huang was filled with emotion: "Jiang Jian is just a small envoy of the emperor, running around seeking wise men for the Qin State."

"At that time, the Qin State was in a difficult situation internally and externally. Although I was the Qin State's national advisor, I was just an unknown person."

"When I entered the cave again today, I couldn't help but think of the past."

Looking away at Huang, Feng Zheng shook his head: "You and I are not the same travelers as them. A dozen years later, you are still in the world, but your old friend is not."

"Even your family and your descendants will go before you. There is only you in the vast world."

"This is the price of practice!"

Speaking of this, Feng Zheng's voice became more and more bitter. He had such an experience before.

Even if they come from an ancient clan, their heirs may not be able to embark on spiritual practice, and life, old age, illness and death are inevitable.

"Any price can be exempted, right?"

After drinking some wine, Huang's tone became calmer: "I can't be exempted, just because I'm not strong enough."

"yes!"

Feng Zheng nodded in agreement: "A strong bloodline will allow your descendants to receive some inheritance and some baptism."

"So, don't easily choose a woman to marry. It's best to choose the one with the strongest bloodline among the monks."

"In this way, by combining the two, it is possible for miracles to happen. No matter how bad you are, you can still practice."

"Old man Feng, aren't you talking nonsense?" Huang rolled his eyes at Feng Zheng, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You and I are in this world, where can we find a woman with strong bloodline?"

At this time, Feng Zheng suddenly smiled obscenely and lowered his voice: "Boy, don't say I'm not thinking of you, there is a goddess on high."

"The bloodline is strong, the monks are peerless, and the person is very good-looking. She is known as the most beautiful person. This is not comparable to Ji Linglong."

"It is rumored that he is the descendant of Wangshu!"

"Of course, this is just a rumor, I don't know if it is true or false."
Chapter completed!