"This is the boundary. Liufeng looked at Liu Mingfan and gathered a force of heaven and earth in his hands.

"Is this the aura of the earth realm?" Liu Mingfan took the aura in Liufeng's hand and kneaded it, the aura that was difficult for ordinary people to tame in his hand was as docile as a doll, at his mercy.

But the doll did not please him, on the contrary, it was terrible. The power of heaven and earth was crumpled into a ball in his hands, and then it was divided like a cocoon, one by one, turbid, colorful, and brilliant in form.

"There are too many impurities. Liu Mingfan stopped what he was doing, and a soybean-sized aura condensed between his fingers, looming.

Pure Origin Aura.

"What's wrong with the realm, it's become like a swamp, and even the aura is so mixed. ”

The aura is mixed, which shows that the world is not right!

"You may have to feel it for yourself. The flowing wind twisted his beard, and his figure slowly dissipated.

The red dragon holds the candle and goes straight to the pyloric door.

"Heaven and earth are tilted. Liu Mingfan looked at the direction of Liufeng's departure and groaned softly.

The sky is tilting to the northwest, and it is talking about the pylorus.

"Let's go, do it yourself. ”

......

"You can't wake up again, or Tao won't be able to get out. Yu Tao slowly withdrew his lips, admiring the blush on the corner of Liu Mingfan's mouth.

How can the slave family be grateful.

"I just ......"

"Let's go inside. ”

Su Wei directly interrupted Liu Mingfan and glanced around vigilantly.

"Hmm. ”

......

......

"Where is this?" Stygian pushed open the door and looked at the man inside.

Alone alone.

"Xianyang. The man replied to him.

"Xianyang?" was stunned and turned around.

It was pitch black.

"Who are you?" he looked at the man again, trying to ask him about it.

However, it was also pitch black.

I don't see where I came.

"Huh...... Scold...... ...... "Hades' chest rose and fell violently, and his heavy snort hit the darkness, stirring up heavy waves.

"I said, this is Xianyang. ”

The old man stood under the city gate, holding a broom in his hand.

"Who are you?" Ming looked at the huge plaque at the head of the city, and the gilded word "Xianyang" hung high on it, exuding a coercion that reigned over the world.

After 2,000 years, I finally felt this kind of coercion again.

"I'm just a sweeper. The old man swept the yellow leaves scattered on the ground and raised his head.

This is really, a face that can no longer be familiar.

With a "poof", he knelt on one knee, supported his left knee with his left palm, and landed on the ground again.

"Son-in-law Fusu, see my father!"

Son-in-law Fusu, see father!

Eight words, echoing in this unknown world, sonorous and powerful.

"Father, who is the father, who is the emperor?" the old man swept together a few fallen leaves and shook the broom.

A little debris dropped.

"I don't deserve it. ”

The old man swept the crumbs together with the fallen leaves and swept them to the side.

"There are so many dead people in this world, all of them are dead. Wang Jian is dead, Meng Wu is dead, and even the most mysterious Teng is dead. I'm like this, what face do I have to be the emperor?" As soon as the broom in Yingzheng's hand stopped, the yellow leaves gathered together were blown away by a gust of wind, and everything before was in vain.

But this does not affect the first emperor's reign, he is like this, sweeping with a broom.

Where does the wind of the emperor come from?

"What if they are dead or alive? They are moved for the rise and fall of the country, for the righteousness of the family and the country, and they die as they deserve, and they have no shame!"

At this moment, there is no underworld, only Fusu.

"Since you said that life and death are okay, why don't you just let yourself go?" Ying Zheng gently broomed again, without looking up.

It's as if nothing in this world can affect him to sweep the floor.

"It's different!"

"What's different there?"

“......”

"I am your father, but they are also fathers. Why is it that when I die, it is not tolerated, and when they die, they die as they deserve?

That's not what I said. ”

Another broom, sweeping away a fallen leaf.

"Wang Qian, an old dog in Guanzhong, has more ghost ideas than anyone else, and it is still the same when he is old. ”

Between the words, a dead leaf flew in.

"That year, he asked me to send 600,000 troops to attack the Chu State, but I didn't give it, this old guy actually said that I was stingy and pretended to be sick and went home!

600,000 is not a small amount. ”

The leaves fall and circle, twisting and turning.

"Later, I sent Li Xin with 200,000 troops.

Li Xin, Li Youcheng, a native of Huaili.

This Li Youwei is not bad, but unfortunately he is too young, and in the end he was put on the spot by Xiang Yan's old thief. ”

There is a leaf falling.

The front lobe did not arrive, and the hind lobe rushed.

"That defeat, it's false to say that you don't feel distressed, a whole 40,000 people, it's gone. ”

A broom swept away, and the two leaves swept away together.

"Later, when I went to beg this General Wang to come out of the mountain, he actually put a shelf on his side, hehehe. ”

Ying Zheng suddenly stopped the broom and looked at the sycamore in front of the court.

"In the end, he can't trust me, and I can't trust him. ”

The trees are full of yellow leaves.

"That's not what I want. ”

Get down on one knee.

"Meng Wu, Wang Qian, Li Si, Meng Tian, Inner Envoy Teng, and thousands of people of Great Qin. Here, I have written about the grace of the emperor!"

"Great Qin people, meet my king!"

In an instant, the lights were bright and brilliant.

"Son-in-law Fusu, meet your father!"

He also knelt on the ground with the crowd, and the words were sonorous.

Three emperors and five emperors, who can be like me?

The crowd dispersed.

Only Yingzheng helped the Soviet Union.

"Get up, let's go. Ying Zheng held Fusu's arm, but he didn't rush to exert himself.

It's hard to suppress emotions.

"Father, father?" Fusu looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, with some tears in his eyes.

No matter how moved he was, he had always thought it was just an illusion, a dream.

But, at this moment, he felt this real feeling, a feeling of flesh and blood.

"Get up. Yingzheng only then exerted a slight force.

"This is Wancheng, the capital of South Korea. ”

After Fusu got up, Yingzheng stomped on the ground under his feet and sighed.

It's just emotion, no pride, no publicity.

The age has come, and it is twilight.

"The soldiers want to rush, inherit the trend of the north and the south, connect the borders of the three countries, and if you want to go east from Hangu Pass, you must pass through Korea. The first to destroy Han can only be said to be innocent and guilty. ”

Ying Zheng walked with his hands in his hands, and his gait was calm.

"I think that back then, this South Korea destroyed Zheng Guo with strong soldiers and horses, who would dare to compete with the princes of the world?"

"'The strongest bows and crossbows in the world are all from Han', this sentence is not an exaggeration, it is really overwhelming. 'Those who are far away cover the chest of the hole, and those who are near are afraid of the heart', this arrow does not dare to say that it destroys the world and destroys the earth, but it is more than enough to kill a half-immortal. ”

"In addition, South Korea is the best in the world, 'when the enemy is the enemy, he will cut the iron curtain'. The power of Han Jian, sharpening iron like mud, breaking cattle and horses on land, intercepting birds and geese in water, and cutting the world directly.

With such prestige, do you know why he was defeated?"

Ying Zheng looked at the crowd of people under the city and asked.

It seems to be a bit regretful.

"Located in the Central Plains, surrounded by Wei, Qi, Chu and Great Qin, it has been suppressed by our Great Qin all the year round, living in war and chaos, and has nowhere to develop.

In addition, its territory is narrow, the supply of troops is scarce, and the supply of food is even more difficult.

The final demise of South Korea should be regarded as the most helpless and desperate among the six countries of Shandong, after all, South Korea is really trying its best, but the helpless country is too small and its strength is limited. Fusu opened his mouth almost without thinking about it, and roughly dissected the situation in South Korea, and did not think about it until the last few sentences.

He even knew what Ying Zheng would say next.

"Well, that's right. Ying Zheng stroked his beard and turned his head away from the city wall behind him.

Hundreds of crossbowmen, only one remains.

"Shin is harmless, and he deserves to be the first person in South Korea. ”

The figure twisted the mustache at the corner of his mouth and smiled at Fusu.

Pleasing but not flattering, proud but not conceited.

"It's a pity. Fusu sighed, with a little sadness and a little sadness between his eyebrows.

Although his look was quite clear, the sadness in his eyes was moving. This look must be in the heart and must not be relieved.

"He's very unwilling to die, isn't he?" Fu Su bowed to Shen Buxian as a return salute.

"He, like Li Si, died well, but he didn't die blindly. When Ying Zheng thought of mentioning the man who was beheaded, he didn't feel resentment, nor did he mourn, just like flowing water.

"In the end, Shenzi's body, the country is strong in governance, and there is no invader of Korea. To be able to do this is enough to be proud. ”