Ying Zheng said to Meng Tian, "The repairs here are really good. I don't know how much money and food was spent on it."
Meng Tian heard this and immediately said: "Your Majesty, some of the money was given by the immortal master, so there is no problem in this matter."
Immediately, he took another look at the people coming and going on the martial arts field, and said to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, these people should be here to test their qualifications. Once they pass the one thousand and eight steps set by the immortal master, they can
He jumped over the dragon gate and became an outer disciple of the Qingxuan Sect."
This can be regarded as a different kind of rise.
The opportunity is there and available to everyone.
Ying Zheng thought for a while and then waved his hand to reject Meng Tian's idea and said: "Forget it, let them test it. I won't be competing with a group of ordinary people."
It would be pointless to chase people away.
He wants everyone to take a good look at him. Ying Zheng is also a man of extraordinary talent, and he is definitely not fake.
"Yes." Meng Tian nodded in agreement, but he was secretly anxious, which made his security work more difficult.
After all, there are more people.
The environment has also become more complex and changeable.
However, Ying Zheng doesn't care. These are issues that need to be considered by his subordinates, not him.
He walked up to an old farmer and asked domineeringly: "Have you passed the qualification assessment?"
"No...no." The old farmer was immediately frightened and said with a horrified look on his face.
Although he didn't know Ying Zheng, he saw that there were many sergeants and eunuchs around him, so he knew that he was a big shot and he didn't dare to offend him in the slightest.
Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, "I know that none of you can do it, so just stand aside and see how I pass the test, huh!"
He is very arrogant.
The old farmer nodded subconsciously, but did not hold out much hope.
He has seen many confident people, and he has never seen a person like Ying Zheng, but the one thousand and eight steps are not easy to climb.
Accompanied by Meng Tian, Ying Zheng was surprisingly not angry. Instead, he walked to the crowd and said to these people who came to try their luck: "Get out of your way. I know you won't succeed by looking at your hesitation. And
Let me try it."
He is full of smiles.
Full of confidence.
This time it must be dazzling again, with unparalleled splendor.
He is the number one emperor throughout the ages. Even if he does not cultivate immortality, his aptitude is absolutely unparalleled and unparalleled.
Seeing this, Meng Tian was particularly worried. It wouldn't be too embarrassing if he was slapped in the face.
Many people in front of the steps made way for a passage, looked at Ying Zheng in amazement, and then knelt down one by one.
Shivering.
Just by looking at Ying Zheng's ceremonial appearance, you can tell that he is no ordinary person.
I didn't dare to say anything more.
Of course, they laughed inwardly at Ying Zheng's confidence, thinking: "There are many people as confident as you, but they all failed."
really.
Since the end of Jiang Que's sermon, he has spread the word all over the world and the Qingxuan Sect has been officially established. Countless people come every day to pass the examination and join the Qingxuan Sect.
But in the end, only the first person could pass the test. There were many others who were talented and confident, but they all failed.
Seeing the looks in these people's eyes, Ying Zheng knew what they were thinking.
Without waiting for those people to speak, he said coldly: "Hmph, how do you commoners know my qualifications?"
Soon he would make these people's jaws drop.
As for worries, they don't exist.
Ying Zheng was full of confidence and murmured to himself extremely domineeringly: "It's only a thousand and eight levels. Even if it's one level or one level, I won't be afraid."
His ambition to unify the six countries was once again ignited.
At this moment, the whole world is under control.
Confidently about to step on the steps, Meng Tian hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, after stepping on the steps, you will fall into the illusion array. If you can't get out for an hour, you will be automatically pushed out. It will be considered a failure at that time."
He was kindly reminding Ying Zheng. Who would have thought that Ying Zheng waved his hand and said: "It's okay, no need to say more, I already know it. With my qualifications and strength, can this small magic array still stump me?"
Since he took the position of King of Qin, his mind has been stronger than anyone else.
So don’t underestimate it at all.
Not even afraid.
Meng Tian: "..."
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he choked on Ying Zheng's words for a long time. He was still a little confused about whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself: "Your Majesty, you are too confident. If the boat capsizes in the gutter, wouldn't you have to..."
Of course, he could only think about this in his heart.
Ying Zheng ignored Meng Tian's reminder and slowly walked up the steps.
Suddenly his eyes flashed, and the scene changed. The originally crowded martial arts arena disappeared, and the figures of Meng Tian and others could not disappear either. He was the only one.
The scene in front of him seemed to be in an ancient room, and he was just like a passerby, no one could see him.
There were two people in the room, but he knew them both.
One of them is Zhao Ji, Ying Zheng’s biological mother. She was Lu Buwei’s concubine and later became King Zhuangxiang of Qin.
The second one is his father-in-law, Lu Buwei.
"It's such a real illusion that even my biological mother has evolved. Master Jiang Xian is really good at it." Ying Zheng murmured.
At this time he heard the two people in the room talking.
Lu Buwei took the lead and said: "Zhao Ji, you are born beautiful and refined. Now our opportunity has come. Ying Zichu of the Qin State is a hostage in the Zhao State. We just go to make friends. I want to send you to him. You need to
Good luck serving you..."
But before Lu Buwei could finish speaking, Zhao Ji frowned and said, "But I'm pregnant. Will Ying Zichu find out if I go to Ying Zichu at this time?"
"No." Lu Buwei shook his head and said: "You are my concubine, and it is normal to give it to him. Now that he is in trouble, adding icing on the cake is not as good as giving someone help in the nick of time. What's more, you are only one month pregnant now, and he is in trouble.
It is impossible to see that after he inherits the throne, the world of Qin will belong to our son in a hundred years."
As soon as these words came out, Ying Zheng heard them clearly as if he was personally there, and they rang like thunder, and everyone was shocked.
Horrified and unable to rest.
He...he is actually Lu Buwei's son?
His biological mother, Zhao Ji, who was quite annoying to him, was annoyed by him in his later years because she was good at raising boys, but she and Lu Buwei actually plotted against King Zhuang Xiang, Ying Zheng's late father, Ying Zichu.
Ying Zheng had also doubted his own life experience, but he never thought that one day he would know what happened in such a scene. Although he knew that this was an illusion created by Master Jiang Qian, it might not be true.
But Ying Zheng's appearance was uncertain, and to a certain extent he had already believed it. He had to believe it. After all, he had also investigated his own life experience, and it was somewhat mysterious.
"Am I really a usurper?" Ying Zheng murmured, "No, I am the first emperor of all time!"
He, Ying Zheng, might be Lu Buwei's father, but no one has told him personally for so many years.
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng's face became gloomy.
He had always maintained that he had the bloodline of a winner, but in the end he lost to reality - although there was no 100% evidence and could not prove whether Jiang Chi's illusion was true or false, he instinctively felt that it was true.
He wanted to rush over and beat the two people in the room to death, but the punch seemed to hit the air, and he was like an outsider.
This time I understood that he was just a spectator.
I know clearly that it is an illusion and false, but I still can't break it.
He looked at the mansion of Zhao State, but his mood could not calm down for a long time. It was ups and downs, as if he was suppressing something.