Lin Ze's words made Yan Li change his face slightly, and he said with a slightly bitter expression: "I dare to ask the Lord of Shu, is there any other solution?"
"Confucianists are willing to pay the price to appease Emperor Qin's anger, just to protect the world's Confucian scholars from being implicated."
Lin Ze glanced at Yan Li with a playful look on his face. It seemed that Confucianism was not as pedantic as he thought.
Because Yan Li said the last sentence with all his strength, people within a radius of at least thirty miles could hear what he said.
Just imagine, if this sentence spreads out, even if the Confucian scholars captured by Lin Ze are all dead in the end, no one will blame the Confucian scholars, because they have tried their best, right?
But Lin Ze replied with a louder voice than Yan Li: "Mr. Yan has misunderstood. Confucianism does not have to pay the price. All that is required is that Mr. Yan and a few other great Confucian scholars go to Chang'an and explain clearly to His Majesty."
"Mr. Yan, don't worry. I guarantee the hundreds of years of Qin's reputation. Your Majesty will never embarrass you."
Yan Li's face became even more ugly: "The Lord of Shu really wants to drive out all our Confucians and kill them all?"
Lin Ze shook his head slightly and said: "No, I will not embarrass anyone from the Confucian family as long as the rebellious party kills them."
Min Xing sneered and said: "With the word "official" in Chinese, do we have to let you frame me as a Confucian?"
Lin Ze shook his head when he heard this. Confucianism was still different from the good people in TV dramas who were always willing to compromise. There was no need to continue the discussion.
So Lin Ze slowly drew out the Tianwen Sword, pointed at the two of them, and said, "It's useless to talk more. I'd like to ask you to just hold back, so as not to embarrass me."
Yan Li and Min Xing didn't answer. Only the two holy books "The Book of Songs" and "The Great Learning" on their heads were spinning unsteadily.
When Lin Ze saw this, he sighed and said: "Since you two are unwilling to surrender, I have no choice but to capture the thief."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Tianwen Sword came out of his hand and turned into a swimming dragon. It hit hard on the falling white light of "The Book of Songs", causing waves of ripples.
It seemed as if the white light would be broken by Lin Ze in the next moment.
Yan Li was completely shocked, and the power of the master in his body was input into the Book of Songs crazily, gradually calming down the originally trembling white light.
Not to be outdone, Min Xing controlled "University" and attacked Lin Ze with murderous intent.
Yan Li smiled bitterly when he saw this, the worst outcome he expected happened.
However, it's good that the two of us holding two Confucian sacred weapons should be able to make the other party retreat in spite of the difficulties.
The "Book of Songs" is the main defense, and "The Great Learning" is the main attack. These two Confucian holy weapons are contaminated with the aura and Tao of the Confucian saints. They are the magical weapons that allow Confucian disciples to fight across the ranks.
Yan Li and Min Xing have recently advanced to the high level of the Soul Realm, so they naturally have the confidence not to be afraid of Lin Ze.
For a moment, the sky above the Surabaya camp was filled with blue and white lights, and murderous intent was hidden. It was really beautiful.
Facing the overwhelming offensive, Lin Ze just gently stroked the Tianwen Sword, standing still like a big wave hitting a rock.
After ten breaths, the offensive of Yan Li and Min Xing eased slightly. Lin Ze's lips flashed with a hint of ridicule: "Is this the only level? Let's fight quickly."
The magical power of "Dharma, Heaven and Earth" was activated. Lin Ze's figure was erratic, avoiding the entanglement of the green and white light, and gradually approached Yan Li and Min Xing.
When Yan Li and Min Xing saw this, their minds moved, and they worked harder to activate the two sacred weapons, covering a kilometer radius around the two of them, trying to prevent Lin Ze from approaching.
But a strange smile suddenly appeared on Lin Ze's face, and he rushed towards the white light without dodging or dodging.
The next scene couldn't help but shock Yan Li to the extreme: wherever Lin Ze went, white light disappeared.
In an instant, Lin Ze had arrived in front of Yan Li. He took off the Book of Songs calmly and waved it in a circle. The white light bursting out of the Book of Songs collided with the green light surrounding Lin Ze.
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"How is this possible?" Yan Li couldn't believe what he saw. How could Lin Ze drive the Book of Songs?
Just as Yan Li's surprised voice sounded, Lin Ze had already stepped in front of him and gently patted his shoulder with his palm. Only a slight crack of bones and the sound of internal organs shifting could be heard in the air.
Then Yan Li vomited blood in his mouth, and his whole body fell into the ground like an onion, leaving only his head hanging out with a look of pain on his face.
After Yan Li was eliminated with one move, Lin Ze moved forward. The "Book of Songs" in his hand burst out with a rich white light, forcing the green light protecting Min Xing away. A white palm passed in front of the horrified Min Xing's face.
, hitting his Tianmen and Dantian hard.
Min Xing felt a weight all over his body and fell into boundless darkness.
Lin Ze reached out and lifted the back of Min Xing's neck like a puppy, falling from the air and landing in front of Yan Li.
Yan Li asked with a look of reluctance: "Why? You are not a Confucian disciple. No, even if you are a Confucian disciple, you cannot snatch the control of "The Book of Songs" from me."
Lin Ze inserted the Tianwen Sword into the scabbard, stretched out his hand to lift Yan Li up from the ground, and sighed: "I returned the Book of Songs to you earlier. Didn't you check it after so many days?
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A look of disbelief appeared on Yan Li's face: "You have tampered with the Book of Songs? How could you possibly have the ability to tamper with the Book of Songs?"
Lin Ze chuckled and said: "This is the truth, do I still need to prove it?"
Yan Li's expression froze, and he was suddenly choked and speechless.
Lin Ze left the two of them behind, patted the dust on his hands, and said with a smile on his face: "I caught two big fish, no matter what, I have an explanation."
"Well, these two sacred artifacts must be sent up as well."
"Come here, take the two great scholars down and put them in the deepest part of the dungeon, and keep them under guard. If they are lost, what will happen? You don't need me to remind you, right?"
The commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard hurried over with two commanders, bowed to Lin Ze, and took him down.
As for the two Confucian sacred vessels, "The Book of Songs" and "The Great Learning", Lin Ze took them into his arms and kept them close to him.
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On the official road, a team stretching for more than 20 miles is moving forward quickly.
There were fully armed Qin soldiers at the front, rear, left and right of the team. Only in the middle of the team were prison cars one after another, containing hundreds of thousands of Confucian scholars.
At the forefront of the team was a luxurious carriage with a small flag marked "Marquis of Shu" hanging on the carriage. Lin Ze lay lazily in it, tasting fruits and enjoying himself very much.
Behind the luxury carriage, there was also a prison car towed. Unlike the other prison cars that held dozens of people, this prison car only held two people - Yan Li and Min Xing.
After capturing two people that day, Lin Ze sent people to spread the word, hoping that the whole world would know about it, hoping to catch a few more big fish.
As a result, ten days passed and no one from the Confucian family came. Lin Ze, who was filled with disappointment, had no choice but to escort these people to Chang'an to report back to Emperor Qin.
This news was also made public by Lin Ze to see if he could force other Confucians to do so.
Seeing that the team had passed the Wei region and was only on the last journey to Hangu Pass, Lin Ze became more and more vigilant. If Confucian wanted to prepare any big move, this journey had the greatest chance of happening.
"The Lord of Shu is eating tangerines, can you give me some to try?"
Just as Lin Ze was wondering how many people the Confucianists would send to rob the prison van, he suddenly remembered Yan Li's voice from behind.
Lin Ze smiled slightly, handed a plate of tangerines out of the carriage, and said to a guard soldier: "Bring it to him."
The soldiers accompanying him were not surprised, took the fruit plate, and put it back into the prison van.
Yan Li peeled the tangerines and said, "The Marquis of Shu is waiting for other Confucians to come and rob the prison car? No need to wait, they won't come."
Lin Ze said disapprovingly: "Oh, really? Doesn't Confucianism always advocate sacrificing one's life for righteousness? What does it mean to take some risks in order to save your companions?"
Yan Li looked strange and said: "It seems that the Marquis of Shu has misunderstood. Sacrificing one's life for righteousness is the concept of Yasheng Meng Ke. Not all Confucian disciples agree with this."
"What's more, the Confucian disciples who are active outside and have obvious identities have basically become prisoners of the princes of Shu. Some fish that have slipped through the net are already frightened by the news. Who will take the risk and throw themselves into the trap?"
Lin Ze's face froze when he heard this. Could it be that he expressed the wrong feelings?
Min Xing on the side said displeasedly: "Brother, why do you have to tell him so much? Wouldn't it be nice to make him worried all day long?"
Yan Li shook his head slightly and said: "The Lord of Shu also acted according to orders and did not make things difficult for you and me. Why should you and I gloat on the sidelines and bring trouble to ourselves?"
Lin Ze smiled softly and said: "It doesn't matter, we will enter Guanzhong in three days. Emperor Qin will be patrolling Guanzhong, so I don't have to worry about extraneous matters."
Lin Ze did not take it lightly. How stupid would it be if he believed the enemy's words?
Three days later, Lin Ze stood at Hangu Pass, looking at the teams entering the pass one after another, with a slightly complicated look on his face, and sighed: "From now on, there are no Confucian scholars in Guandong."