My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty Chapter 484 I am going to take over the throne now! If you have the ability, hit me with a meteor shower!
Chapter 484 I am going to take over the throne now! If you have the ability, hit me with a meteor shower!
Yongcheng was the former capital of the Qin State and now houses the ancestral hall. The scale of the palace is the largest except for Xianyang City.
Yong Temple, Qinchuan Palace, Xicui Palace, Pingyang Feng Palace, Ba Palace, Luoquan Palace and many other large palaces with simple and simple shapes together form a palace group second only to Xianyang Palace.
Among them, Yonggong Temple is the most important as the palace where the Qin Dynasty once held court meetings.
The ground outside Yong Temple is covered with bluestone slabs of different sizes, but they are filled with sand and seem to be integrated.
Ying Chengyu stood in the center of the square in front of Yong Temple and said softly:
"The Qin State's national power was so weak that it was difficult to find enough bluestone slabs to build the entire ground, not to mention white jade and Danchi."
Zhang Han, who was half a step behind, nodded slightly when he heard this, although he knew that this was not the case.
It is true that the Qin State was poor in those days and could not afford the white jade.
But bluestone slabs are all man-made and can be tamped and cut, so why can’t they be used?
The square outside the Lama Temple is filled with irregular broken bluestones, which are due to the changes in the Qinian Palace ten years ago.
The coup took place not only in Qinian Palace, but also in Xianyang and Yongcheng.
Horses trampled and people ran, causing the originally neat square to fall into pieces.
Zhang Han, who had been paying attention to Ying Chengyu, saw Ying Chengyu put his hand into his arms.
He sighed secretly and did nothing.
Even if there were only him and Ying Chengyun in Yonggong Square, even if he was now confident of grabbing the gun from Ying Chengyun.
To die is to die.
He smiled relievedly.
From the moment Ying Chengxuan said in a declarative tone that he wanted to compete with him, he decided that it would be difficult to survive today.
He did not refute Ying Chengyu's description of Yonggong Square, which was a self-rescue.
As a major participant in the Qinian Palace Incident, how could Lord Chang'an not know what was going on in this square?
This was clearly to test whether he would be obedient and to test whether he, who knew almost all the secrets of the First Emperor, was strict with his words.
He gave the correct answer, but unfortunately the examiner still didn't change his mind.
Yes, he, a top expert who knew many secrets and was loyal to the previous emperor, really deserves to die.
Just like those officials who were given death in front of him and still wanted to thank them profusely.
Today, it's his turn.
The bigger and more secrets you know, the easier it is to die.
And the secret he, Zhang Han, knew was obviously the biggest and most numerous.
When a person is about to die, his thoughts are clear.
Zhang Han took a few steps back. He had always treated the two masters of the Qin Empire with caution. He nodded slightly and said in a preaching tone:
"Benevolence and righteousness cannot be achieved by the country. To be a king, you must be like your majesty. Chang'an County is close, so..."
Zhang Han kept talking, looking at the black pistol casually thrown on the ground, confused.
What...are you doing by throwing the gun on the ground?
Wow~
The black bird's crown was placed on the gun, and the pearl-covered crown hit the crown.
Zhang Han: "..."
Ying Chengyu moved his body, stretched his arms and legs, twisted his neck, and said casually:
"You guys all have the same disease: you think too much."
The internal force circulates freely in the limbs and bones, and the body moves consciously. Ying Chengyu, who has reached the most perfect state in his life, stands with his hands behind his hands, looking like a master, with his lips pursed.
"I lost my sword."
Zhang Han remained motionless.
The moon happened to be blocked by clouds, so Ying Chengyu couldn't see clearly the color of Zhang Han's eyes even from a distance of only five steps.
"If you have a sword, I will have a gun."
Ying Chengyu issued a warning.
Zhang Han's sword was made by Qin Mo. It is a killing weapon that combines ancient and modern craftsmanship.
The blood will not stain the blade, and the blow will break the hair.
After bending halfway, the rebound is still straight.
Ying Chengyu is very aware of the power of this sword, although this sword does not have as dazzling names as Zhanlu, Xuanyuan and other famous swords.
But if they really collide in pairs, this unknown sword can cut off all the ten famous swords in China.
He didn't want to compete with Zhang Han holding this sword with his bare hands. He didn't feel that his martial arts could crush Zhang Han.
Martial arts masters can injure people by picking flowers and flying leaves, and Ying Chengyu can now do it. He can cut people's throats by just picking a fallen leaf.
But that is when facing people whose martial arts skills are far inferior to your own.
For two people who are equally matched or not far apart, the quality of their weapons will play a decisive role.
WBO world boxing champion Barrios was stabbed and robbed by knife-wielding gangsters and was sent to the hospital for treatment.
Pretentious things like grabbing a sword with bare hands have always been an old man's play on a naughty child.
Dang rang ~
The long sword fell to the ground.
Zhang Han clasped his hands into fists.
"excuse me."
Ying Chengyu licked his lips, his eyes flashing with excitement.
After almost thirty years, he seems to have finally touched the pinnacle of martial arts in this world.
"Don't hold back, I'm different from last year."
As he spoke, the air suddenly exploded!
Zhang Han's pupils shrank sharply like a cat. His sight could not catch Ying Chengyu's figure due to the pitch black night, but his senses scattered outside told him that Lord Chang'an was already in front of him!
He suddenly raised his arms and put them in front of him.
As soon as he crossed his arms, a strong force surged from above, knocking him back ten steps and making dozens of potholes!
So fast!
It was only then that thoughts flashed through Zhang Han's mind.
If his body's muscles hadn't instinctively reacted faster than his thoughts, he would have been defeated just now.
Ying Chengyu stood with his hands behind his hands, a proud look on his face, and said with a grin:
"It's been three days since I've been apart, and you should be looking at each other with admiration, let alone nearly a year. I told you not to hold back. I am no longer the Lord of Chang'an who was suppressed by you and had no power to fight back. I am the Second Emperor of Qin."
Zhang Han shook his numb arms and shook his head.
"There is no need to compete, I am no match for you. Lord Chang'an... your majesty's martial arts skills have already surpassed mine."
"Aren't you trying to make me happy?"
"no."
"Then tell me, am I the most powerful person you have ever seen with bare hands?"
Zhang Han nodded and was about to speak.
"To be honest, I am not Ying Zheng, so you don't need to think too much about staying with me."
Zhang Han was silent for a moment.
"The most powerful person I have ever seen is the Queen."
As he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had just addressed Ying Chengyu as Your Majesty, and Zhang Han hurriedly added:
"The Queen of the First Emperor."
"Lilong..."
Ying Chengyu grasped the palm of his hand and had the illusion that he could lift the earth without levers.
I'm so strong, but I'm not as strong as the emperor's wife. How strong is Lilong after twenty years?
"How much difference do I have?"
Zhang Han was about to speak but stopped. After a slight hesitation, he lowered his head slightly.
"May I ask Your Majesty, did you use all your strength just now?"
Ying Chengyu nodded.
Facing Zhang Han, who had once suppressed him in Zhangtai Palace until he could not get out with his internal strength, the punch just now did not hold back at all.
"I am between brothers and that traitor Zhao Gao. The queen can kill Zhao Gao with one punch."
Zhang Han points to the end.
"Understood."
Ying Chengyu nodded, he was still far away.
In Zhang Han's hasty state, he fell down without even a single punch, which shows that he is only slightly stronger than Zhang Han.
But he was still in a good mood. Li Long was cheating, and it took decades of accumulation to bloom in an instant, but Ying Chenglong, with his peerless martial arts, was actually here to stay.
Humming a tune, he picked up the crown of heaven and put it on his head, and picked up the crown clothes and put them on.
When he put the palm-sized pistol into his arms, he was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Zhang Han, who was half a step behind, and said seriously:
"If you use a sword, can I beat you?"
"Your Majesty also uses weapons, and I am not the same enemy."
"Bullshit! You can kill anyone you want with a gun! Stop playing tricks on me. You and I hold the same sword. Whoever loses will win."
"Your Majesty is very successful."
Ying Chengyu looked suspicious.
"real?"
Zhang Han looked serious.
"real."
"Okay, I'll borrow the Yue girl's sword, and let's compete again."
The craftsmanship of Yue Nu's sword is the same as that of Zhang Han's sword, both made by Qin Mo.
It is countless times easier to make a long sword than a pistol, and it can be mass-produced long ago.
"this……"
Zhang Han looked embarrassed.
Facing Ying Chengyu who was not holding back at the same level, he could not hold back either. He would most likely hurt Ying Chengyu.
"Didn't you say that I have a great face? What does this expression mean now? Are you deceiving me?"
"No, your Majesty is indeed the winner. Your sword is already a magic weapon. How can there be so many magic weapons in the world?"
Given the strength of the two of them, the bronze weapons that are now widely used cannot last for more than a few rounds in their hands.
If the weapon is destroyed, doesn't it mean that you are bare-handed? Doesn't it mean that Ying Chenglong's victory is too great?
Ying Chengyu, who had the most evil heart from the inside out, immediately understood what Zhang Han meant and laughed angrily.
Zhang Han pulled out his sword and waved the three-foot green blade to ask.
"Both you and I are holding such a sword and fighting to the death. Who can survive?"
"..."
Zhang Han doesn't understand. The succession ceremony will be held at dawn and Ying Chengyu, who will become the second emperor of Qin, why is he always struggling with the issue of martial arts?
Are you so addicted to fighting all night long?
What's the use of being strong in martial arts? Why is ordinary courage so rare?
"Your Majesty should focus on state affairs and not follow the old path of our ancestors."
Ying Chengyu snorted coldly. He knew the answer from Zhang Han's unwillingness to explain clearly. He held a sword flower in his right hand and sneered:
"I am already an emperor, why can't I have some hobbies of my own?"
Zhang Han sighed inwardly and lowered his head to apologize.
He was originally very happy to have saved his life, but seeing Ying Chengyu in this state, his joy gradually faded away.
The new His Majesty treats people really well, but benevolence and righteousness are really not suitable for an emperor.
Pursue martial arts without thinking about national affairs, and lose one's ambition by playing with things.
Can such a majesty support the Qin Dynasty, which is facing widespread opposition? It is obvious that he cannot support it!
Zhang Han became depressed, but Ying Chengyu was much happier than he looked on the surface.
Zhang Han thought that Ying Chengyu didn't care about the succession ceremony. He was totally wrong.
If Ying Chengyu really didn't care, after the competition, he would find Qingmei, Dingxiang, Yue Nu and other big girls to sleep with and have a good time ejaculating.
He has been saving energy for nearly thirty years, longer than Afang Lilong!
The result of the competition with Zhang Han confirmed to him that he was not delusional. He had practiced "Yellow Emperor" to great perfection, and after all the ministers bowed their heads, it was complete.
"Yellow Emperor" should not be called "Yellow Emperor", it should be called "Emperor".
Ying Chengyu finally understood why no one had mastered this technique except "Yellow Emperor".
If you don't sit on the throne, you will never be able to practice this skill to the end!
But which king can bear such anger?
If a beautiful woman can see, touch, and distance herself, but can't make puffs, what's the point of what the king is doing?
For the king, martial arts is not even the icing on the cake, it is dispensable.
And the most irritating thing is that Huangdi announced the "Yellow Emperor" exercise method, but did not explain how to practice it to the top. This is inhumane!
If there was a tomb of the Yellow Emperor, Ying Chengyu felt that he would dig it out and pay his respects to his ancestor, and ask him face to face how the "Yellow Emperor" came to be known as the "Yellow Emperor" who ascended to three thousand heavens in one day!
At the age of twenty-three, Ying Chengyu had already completed his work "The Yellow Emperor". No matter how hard he was on the balcony, he could not make any progress. The reason why he continued to spend the night on the balcony for several years was because he was unwilling to do so.
If he had known that he was only one step away from sitting on the throne, he would have just sat on it and waited for a while before coming down.
Why bother sharpening the iron pestle every day? This is not a waste of time!
I entered the Qin Ancestral Temple with a smile on my face, and the insect repellent incense that Ying Chengyu liked to smell was still in my nose.
But this time he didn't cover his nose. No matter how unpleasant the smell was, it was still better than the smell of blood and burning corpses left outside.
Ying Chengxuan walked to the tablets of the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty and took down the tablet with the name of King Qin Zhaoxiang in an extremely rebellious manner. If Jiu Qingzhi Fengchang saw this disrespectful behavior towards his ancestors, he would stop it even at the risk of his life.
Ying Chengyu held his grandfather's spiritual tablet in the air with both hands, tilted his head and looked at it again and again.
"Grandpa, if you don't come out, I will burn your rank."
For a long time, the only sound in the palace was the beeping sound of ever-lasting candles, and there was not even a breath of wind in the ancestral temple with the two doors closed.
Ying Chengyu turned his head and looked around more than once. Holding his grandfather's tablet, he was like a night wandering god, wandering back and forth in the Qin Ancestral Temple.
In the Xianyang Palace, his grandfather gave him instructions in his dream. This incident made him unforgettable for a long time.
And after "Yellow Emperor" had a breakthrough due to the voice of the officials, he became even more doubtful about the dream.
Gui Guzi, Zhao Gongming, Xu Fu, Mi Sui, these people have demonstrated their magic in front of him more than once.
Although he didn't know the reason for some things, they did exist.
Turning around, turning around, he didn't feel anything unusual at all.
There was no sudden sleepiness, nor was there an unusual cold that penetrated the bone marrow.
Except for the flickering of the candlelight caused by his figure getting faster and faster, nothing in the ancestral temple changed.
The memorial tablets of the ancestors that were raised high above did not fall down or make any sound.
When Ying Cheng was tired, he lay down on the animal skins prepared in advance, closed his eyes in front of the memorial tablets of Qin's ancestors, and fell asleep.
The candles were still burning, and so were the tablets, standing there quietly. They were just pieces of wood.
When Ying Chengyu woke up again, the light from outside had penetrated the white cloth on the window and entered the hall.
Ying Chengyu sat up slowly. He slept well, but he was not in a good mood because he had no dreams.
"They are all small paths, and they cannot mess with my Taoist mind. My grandfather was right, no witchcraft or yin-yang magic is useless."
He put back his grandfather's spiritual tablet that he had held all night, opened the palace door, pointed at the bright sky and shouted:
"I'm going to take over the throne now! If you can, come and kill me with a rain of meteorites!"
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[PS: I originally wanted to take a leave to study the outline as usual in the starting point, but after thinking about it, I asked for a monthly ticket! 】