"I obey," all the ministers responded in unison and were about to leave when something unexpected happened.
A long river of mighty righteousness comes from the east and hangs over Chang'an.
Lin Ze's eyes flashed coldly, and while he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it somewhere in the sky, he said in a cold voice: "We are an honored guest, why don't you come down and meet us?"
As if sensing that Lin Ze's blow was not simple, the river of Haoran's righteousness in mid-air quickly gathered together and collided hard with Lin Ze's transformed big hand.
A thunderous "boom" sounded, deafening.
The officials of the Western Qin Dynasty looked horrified and looked for places to hide. They looked up at the sky, trying to figure out who was coming and dared to run wild in Chang'an?
After a single blow failed, Lin Ze had a thought in his mind, and the avenue appeared, and he planned to do it for real.
The visitor seemed unwilling to engage in a serious fight. Upon seeing this, he shouted loudly: "Master of Western Qin, wait a moment, I have something to say."
With these words, a figure fell sharply and appeared in front of Lin Ze.
Lin Ze was surrounded by avenues, stared at the visitor and said indifferently: "It turns out that Confucian Yan Sheng has arrived. I wonder why Yan Sheng is here?"
Yan Hui looked at Lin Ze with a complicated look on his face. When he first met this Taoist sage, he was just entering the realm of heaven and human for the first time.
Only half a year ago, the other party was not only promoted to the third realm of heaven and human, but also obtained the destiny. His cultivation level was not much inferior to his own in his heyday.
What made Yan Hui feel even more sad was that he was seriously injured during the battle between the three religions against Qin. If his teacher hadn't come to the rescue, he might still be in a coma at this moment.
Comparing the two, in front of Lin Ze, Yan Hui always felt as if he had lived a long life like a dog.
Yan Hui hid his strange emotions deep in his heart and said with a smile on his face: "To be honest with the Lord of Western Qin, I only came here to deliver a message. I did not want to discuss matters with the Lord. I hope the Lord will not misunderstand."
Yan Hui felt that it was necessary to explain this matter clearly to avoid another fight later.
The most important thing is that Yan Hui is not sure that he can beat Lin Ze. To be precise, he is most likely not Lin Ze's opponent.
Before he was injured, Yan Hui might still have some confidence, but now that he has not recovered from his serious injury, and Lin Ze's cultivation has greatly increased, Yan Hui has no confidence at all.
It should be noted that destiny's blessings to heavenly beings are all-round. To deal with destiny people, more luck is often needed.
Both sides are in the same realm. Ordinary heavenly beings cannot win over the destined ones in a short period of time. As time goes by, there is only one outcome: defeat.
"Sending a letter?" Lin Ze suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart and asked doubtfully: "Who is Yan Sheng delivering the letter for? Is it the Confucian Sage?"
Yan Hui took out a letter from his arms, shook his head and said, "This is not a letter from my master, the Confucian sage, but a letter of war from the second emperor of Qin, Hu Hai, to the lord of the country."
Lin Ze's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he said coldly: "Hu Hai's letter of war?"
Under Lin Ze's ugly expression, Yan Hui's voice suddenly tripled in volume and said: "Yes, Hu Hai, the second emperor of the Qin Kingdom, has asked me to send a letter of war to the king of the country. He is willing to meet with the king of Hangu outside the Hangu Pass to fight for life and death.
Fight to determine the ownership of the world."
"Hu Hai said that the leader of the country was originally a Qin official, but the subordinates committed crimes and sought power to usurp the throne. People and gods should be outraged. He will inherit the legacy of the late emperor and regain the world that belongs to the Ying family."
Lin Ze looked at Yan Hui and asked calmly: "If I remember correctly, I should have placed Hu Hai in a very safe place. It is a paradise and isolated from the world. How did you find him?"
Seeing the hesitation on Yan Hui's face, Lin Ze added decisively: "If Yan Sheng refuses to say it, I have no choice but to try and see if I can keep Yan Sheng permanently."
Yan Hui laughed dryly and said: "Teacher personally performed the deduction, I'm afraid not many people in the world can hide it."
Lin Ze said with a mocking look on his face: "Can a dignified Confucian sage also use such despicable methods?"
Yan Hui retorted: "The king's words are purely slander. What kind of despicable means is this?"
Lin Ze took a step forward and shouted suddenly: "Isn't it shameless enough to use force to coerce a king who has subjugated his country?"
Yan Hui laughed coldly and said: "This is just the conjecture of the king. My master, the Confucian sage, never threatened Hu Hai. He only asked people to find him and told him that he could help him restore the country."
"The ruler of the country thinks that Hu Hai was coerced? I can tell you clearly that this is not the case. The letter of war was written by Hu Hai himself after careful consideration."
"With the wisdom of the king, he should have thought of it a long time ago, but because Hu Hai is the king's best friend, the king doesn't want to admit it."
Lin Ze's face was gloomy and uncertain. He sighed secretly and asked himself, did he make a mistake by not eradicating the root cause?
There is no doubt that the Confucian sage's hand hit Lin Ze where it hurts.
If only the three kingdoms of Han, Chu, and South Vietnam had joined forces, Lin Ze would have a 99% chance of winning this battle.
If the three schools of Buddhism, Confucianism, and Heavenly Man were mixed in, Lin Ze would also have more than a 70% chance of winning.
Now that the Confucian sage suddenly pushed Hu Hai out, Lin Ze's chances of winning were almost cut in half.
The Qin State ruled the world for more than two hundred years and was destroyed within half a year. There are countless people in the world who miss Qin, especially in Guanzhong.
As Hu Hai, the youngest son of Emperor Qin and the second emperor of the Qin Kingdom, he could immediately form a large army with just one shout from a high position.
Lin Ze could even imagine that the Confucian sage would definitely make full use of several points to let Hu Hai lead his army to attack the Western Qin. The effect would be many times better than the three kingdoms of Han, Chu and South Vietnam attacking the Western Qin.
In front of Hu Hai and Dayi, Xi Qin probably won't be able to exert even half of its strength, unless... Hu Hai is gone.
Lin Ze took a deep breath and said seriously: "I promised Emperor Qin to ensure that Hu Hai would not die in order to continue the Ying family's bloodline."
"So, if you set some appropriate conditions, how can you let Hu Hai go and let him live a peaceful life?"
Yan Hui shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'm just here to deliver a message and have no right to make a decision. However, I will definitely report the request of the king to my master, the Confucian Sage."
Lin Ze looked at Yan Hui and smiled: "It seems that Confucianism is really planning to make things difficult for me?"
Then he changed the topic and said coldly: "In that case, why don't Yan Sheng stay as a guest?"
The avenue surrounding Lin Ze suddenly erupted and rushed towards Yan Hui.
Yan Hui's expression changed, and he dodged frantically, refusing to confront Lin Ze head-on. At the same time, the long river of awe-inspiring righteousness fell from mid-air, trying to stand between Lin Ze and Yan Hui.
Lin Ze's face flashed with anger, he punched away and yelled: "Get away."
The thousands-foot-long Haoran Zhengqi River was knocked back by Lin Ze with a punch and flowed backwards. However, he took the opportunity to wrap up Yan Hui and try to escape.
"Want to escape?" Lin Ze snorted coldly, and his palm was like a knife, and he chopped it down hard.
Haoran's long river of righteousness, which had just escaped ten miles away, was directly cut in two.