The Yongcheng city of Qin is located in the southeast of the entire Qin State, with Yongshan Qishan in the north and Weishui in the south. The mottled traces of the tall city walls show the rich history of this ancient city. Outside the city are sparse and busy Qin people, all of which show that although this ancient city is no longer the capital of Qin, it still has a vigorous and upward vitality.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. This is a poem that is constantly sung among the Qin people, indicating the difficulty of the road outside Yongcheng, although the difficult road restricts the development of Yongcheng on the one hand, it is also a natural barrier to block the Tamarin and other tribes. However, with the reuse of the Qin monarch to launch the "Reclamation Order", in addition to the four waterways crisscrossing the city wall, the roads around the city have become smooth under the hard work of the old Qin people, and the barren land has become a hectare of fertile land.

Whenever he saw the fruitful grain in the fertile fields, the old Qin people would always have a happy smile on their faces.

Bow to Lao Qin and go to the national disaster together. This is not an empty word, in the face of national disasters, the old Qin people are not afraid of life and death, and they will not retreat. But for this kind of farming that can make the Qin people full and the Qin country strong, the old Qin people still burst out with a strong passion. Cultivating wasteland and growing grain, the country's great plan, can not be slackened, this is a truth that every old Qin person understands in his heart.

A few children were playing in the fields, and several dark-faced men who were working on the side sat in the long room to rest, looking at the children chasing and fighting, with a satisfied smile on their faces. With the continuous implementation of the law, each family has more food, and every meal can be full, and if it catches up with the good harvest, there will be a meal of meat to eat. What makes them happiest is that their children's bodies are stronger, and at this rate, it won't take ten years to pick up swords and guns, put on armor, and become a Great Qin sergeant.

According to the latest military decree, as long as a sergeant kills the enemy on the battlefield, he has military merits, which can benefit the whole family, and even get the land that belongs to them, which is more than real money. With the Qin army's combat style of not fearing death battles, as long as they can survive on the battlefield, it is a sure thing to be promoted to a knighthood.

They were all sergeants guarding the Yongcheng army, and it was the busy farming season, so they took off their uniforms and returned to their homes to work. Once the peasants were busy and put on their armor, they became Qin soldiers who were not afraid of life and death. They were full of hope for the future, and they were full of hope for the Qin State.

Although Yongcheng is no longer the capital of the Qin State, the interior of the capital is well organized, without the slightest trace of decay, scattered houses, wide streets, the streets are very lively, pedestrians stop and go, and their faces are full of heartfelt smiles, which brings vitality to this city.

In the northern part of Yongcheng is the capital of Qin, and the blue-black wall about three zhang high encloses the entire national capital. In the early days, there was no wall around the monarch's palace, but when the Qin state moved its capital, in order to prevent ordinary Qin people from destroying several large halls, the monarch at that time ordered the construction of a circle of walls to protect those palaces.

The whole wall is short on the north and south sides, and long on the east and west sides, forming a rectangle. Entering from the gate of the national palace on the south side, the ground is paved with blue-black stone slabs, and there is a pitch-black city wall dozens of steps forward, this is the Xiao Qiang of this national mansion, there are two sergeants wearing black armor and holding spears, standing straight at the door of the gate. After passing through Xiao Qiang, you will see the huge Dazheng Palace, where the five courtyards are combined in a patchwork manner, which is not only a place for the monarchs of the Qin State to deal with government affairs, but also a place to sleep. Not far behind the palace, there are three houses that are not too high, and in front of the houses, several children's clothes are tied to a rope. Walking a few dozen steps further, you can see two palaces standing on two nine-step steps, and the palace on the east side is the Taimiao of the Qin State, which places the spiritual seats of the monarchs of the Qin State. The palace in the west is the Sheji Temple, which is the place where the Qin State prays to the gods and worships the sky.

The sun sets, the Qin people who have been busy for a day begin to go home one after another, the smoke begins to rise in this ancient city, the women of every household serve hot meals to their men who are busy for a day, pour a glass of Qindi's unique thick wine, relieve the fatigue of a day of work, and laugh and talk about the parents in the neighborhood, and the children who have been naughty for a day are impatient to pick up the rice bowl and eat the meal in a big gulp. Yongcheng ended the hustle and bustle of the day in laughter.

At this time, the monarch's mansion is a little deserted compared to the laughter and laughter of every household outside the mansion. The door on Xiao Qiang had been closed, because it was no longer the capital, there were only a few soldiers guarding here, and at this time, they were all laid off and went home. The entire monarch's mansion became unusually quiet, and there was a hint of desertion.

A thin figure walked out of the three rooms behind the Dazheng Palace, stretched his waist, looked up at the already dark sky, and looked up at the already dark sky, his face was a little bored and lonely. Turned around and pushed open the door of the room on the left, took out a small wooden bucket and a small clay pot from under the bed, carried a small wooden bucket in one hand and a clay pot in the other, and walked out of the door in the direction of the Taimiao behind.

"I wonder if that blind old man will come today? Don't waste my yellow lamb and wine. The thin figure muttered in a low voice. The thin figure was about five or six years old, dressed in black, with not too long hair tied behind him.

The child's name is Qin Chuan, Qin is the Qin of the Qin State, and the Chuan is the river of the mountains and rivers.

The child named Qin Chuan walked to the front of the Taimiao, and sure enough, he saw an old man who was also dressed in black, sweeping the floor in the open space in front of the Taimiao with a broom.

Sure enough, Qin Chuan was overjoyed. He quickened his pace.

The first time the old man appeared was when Qin Chuan had just moved here, and at that time, he was only three years old. At first, he thought he was just a servant sweeping the floor, but then Qin Chuan walked the entire monarch's mansion several times and did not find the shadow of the old man, and the old man did not come every day, only came to the temple on this night in the middle of the month, and swept the floor until dawn before leaving.

Qin Chuan asked the guards of the Monarch's Mansion, and they all shook their heads and said that they had never seen this old man, and they took turns to be responsible for cleaning the Taimiao, and they never dared to pretend to be someone else's hand. The old Qin people are honest and kind, and they will never lie about this matter. So Qin Chuan became interested in this old man.

When he personally touched the old man's dry skin, Qin Chuan dispelled the idea that the old man was a ghost, and asked the old man, but the old man ignored him, so every time the old man came to the temple, Qin Chuan would bring the food he had saved to the old man.

The old man did not refuse these foods, but he still ignored Qin Chuan's questioning, and after eating, he continued to sweep the floor. After a few times, Qin Chuan found that the old man was not only blind, but also deaf. Even if he spoke loudly in his ear or jumped on his back, the old man ignored him, still holding the broken broom, and sweeping the dust from the slate unhurriedly.

From then on, even though the old man did not speak, Qin Chuan always told the old man what he wanted to say when the old man was eating food or drinking, whether he was happy, sad, angry, or annoyed.

Stepping on the steps, Qin Chuan put the wooden barrel and clay pot on the ground, pulled the stopper of the wooden barrel, opened the lid on the clay pot, and a smell of mixed meat wafted out from the wooden barrel and the clay pot.

"Grandpa, this is the reward I got after answering my father's question, a barrel of fine wine, and two pieces of yellow mutton, I am reluctant to eat it myself, and I will keep it for you." Qin Chuan glanced at the old man and said to the old man.

Smelling the tempting aroma of yellow mutton on the clay pot with his nose, Qin Chuan swallowed his saliva, put the small wine bucket and clay pot away from him, and then sat on the steps, holding his head in his hands, lying on the ground, looking at the stars in the dark night sky in a daze.

The old man didn't know when he was already sitting next to Qin Chuan, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took the small wooden barrel in his hand, pulled out the stopper on the wooden barrel, sniffed the aroma of wine in the barrel, nodded with satisfaction, took a sip, and then took out a piece of yellow mutton from the clay pot, took a bite, and his mouth was full of oil.

Qin Chuan didn't go to see the old man, just stared at the sky in a daze. The old man ate a mouthful of mutton and a mouthful of wine, and when the wine in the barrel finished the last sip, the two pieces of yellow mutton were just finished. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, the old man turned his head and looked at Qin Chuan lying on the ground with empty eyes, with a pensive look between his eyebrows.

"Defend Lao Qin, go to the national disaster together, go to Lao Qin, restore my rivers and mountains. Blood will not be shed, death will not be truce! There is Daqin in the west, such as the sun rising, a hundred years of national hatred, and the vicissitudes of life! The world is in turmoil, how can Corning! Qin has a sharp soldier, who competes with it! ”

When Qin Chuan finished this paragraph in a childish voice, his body was already sitting up straight on the steps, his arms were open, his eyes were clear, and his whole body exuded a sharp aura that did not match his current age, like a little light in the dark night, driving away the darkness and bringing light.

Then, as soon as his body went limp, he returned to his bored appearance, lying on the ground, looking at the night sky. "Grandpa, do you think I can really become a man like my father? For my Great Qin State to expand its territory and compete for hegemony in the world? ”

Qin Chuan continued to ponder, he didn't expect the old man to hear his words and answer his own questions, he just felt a little bored in his heart and said it casually.

"What kind of person do you want to be in the future?"

An old voice sounded from Qin Chuan's side, which frightened him all over his body, and he quickly got up from the ground, looked around, and only saw that the old man was looking at him with empty eyes.

"You... Can you hear me? Can you speak? Qin Chuan said to the blind old man with a look of disbelief.

"When did the old man say that his ears cannot be heard, and his mouth cannot speak." The old man's withered face replied without a hint of expression.

Qin Chuan's expression was sluggish, and his head seemed to be a little unable to turn. After a long time, he suppressed the surprise in his heart, sat cross-legged opposite the old man, and asked curiously, "Old man, are you an immortal?" If only the gods could teach me immortal arts? ”

Qin Chuan stared at the blind old man in front of him with a look of expectation.

Although the old man was blind, he seemed to be able to see Qin Chuan's expression at this time, his dry face was a little helpless, he turned around and sat down cross-legged opposite Qin Chuan, his hands folded on his sleeves, "The old man is a bad old man, what kind of immortal,"

"Where did the old man come from, and where are he going back?" Qin Chuan's face was full of disbelief.

"Old decay comes from where it comes from and goes where it goes." The old man continued to reply.

"That old man has a granddaughter of my age."

"How did the old man enter this temple, and how did he leave?"

"Does Grandpa know how many stars there are in the sky?"

......

At this time, Qin Chuan seemed to have opened the chatterbox, babbling and asking all kinds of strange questions. The blind old man fell silent again.

"Do you want to be like your father?" The old man changed the question and continued to ask.

Hearing this question, Qin Chuan held his cheek with one hand and returned with some hesitation: "I heard from my uncle, my mother wants me to be a man who stands up to the sky like my father, but I don't want to. ”

"Oh? Why? The blind old man asked strangely.

"Self-cultivation Qi family rules the country and the world, how tired, besides, don't you still have a father and my two younger brothers? I'm still a carefree boy, eating all the world's food, drinking all the world's famous wines, and soaking all the world's beauties, wouldn't it be happy. Qin Chuan's eyes sparkled.

"Shouldn't a manly man make contributions on the battlefield, enter the prime minister, and compete for dominance in the world?" There was some sternness in the blind old man's voice.

"Fighting, killing, and killing is what a soldier should do, and I'm a child, thinking about it so much. Military affairs should still make my father and younger brother's heads hurt, and it is better for me to be my free son. Qin Chuan said without thinking.

The old man didn't speak for a long time, Qin Chuan raised his head and looked at the old man's empty eyes, and felt that two rays of light shot into his eyes, and then he was shocked, and a strange tone, a low and loud voice sounded in his heart: "If you are the monarch of the Qin State, where are your aspirations?" ”

As soon as the words fell in his heart, Qin Chuan's weak body sat up straight, and said without thinking: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations." ”

When the old man heard this, he snorted coldly, "Huangkou Xiao'er, he dares to say that he has a heart for heaven and earth and a life for the people. What a big breath. ”

Then the old man fell silent, while Qin Chuan still maintained the posture just now. After a long time, the old man sighed, as if he was regretting and regretting.

"Are you willing to practice with the old man and be my closed disciple?" The old man said this sentence abruptly.

"I..." Qin Chuan just said a word, rolled his eyes, and fainted to the ground.

After Qin Chuan fainted, the old man stared at the weak Qin Chuan for a moment, and then said with some regret: "Are you willing or unwilling?" With that, a dry palm stretched out from his sleeve, and a white ball of light lay quietly in the palm of the old man's hand.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man still withdrew the ball of light into his sleeve, and with a wave of his hand, Qin Chuan's body disappeared on the floor and appeared on the bed where he usually rested and slept.

After Qin Chuan's body disappeared, the old man looked up at the stars in the sky and muttered to himself, "It's still early, take a look, look again." ”

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Before dawn, Qin Chuan opened his eyes, lay on the hard wooden bed, and looked at the roof. In my mind, I was reminded of the conversation I had with the old man. As for the last sentence, he was completely unimpressed.

Qin Chuan has been in this world for five years, and originally he was scoffing at crossing and the like, but now that he believes it, although he has to accept the reality of becoming a baby, he quickly thought that he had crossed over, did the fairy sister Zhilan also cross over?

He remembered that peerless face and the oath between the two, so he made up his mind that no matter what the price was in this life, he would find the fairy sister, be a fairy couple with her, and never be separated again.

But unfortunately, as a baby, he witnessed the whole process of his mother's killing, although it was only a few months, but he was still very sad, it was the woman who was his mother after all, so his mother's hatred was hidden in his heart.

A year or two later, he finally understood that the world he came to was the Warring States Period in Chinese history, and he came to the Great Qin State that would dominate the world in the future. Although Qin Chuan is not very familiar with history, he also vaguely knows that these two people have laid a very important foundation for the future Qin State to dominate the world.

His father and younger brother are both capable people, so let them do it to dominate the world, so Qin Chuan gave up his previous ambitions, and put all his thoughts on avenging his mother and finding his fairy sister.

According to the clan practice of the Qin State, he should be the eldest son and successor of the Qin State. It's just that because his mother was unmarried and pregnant, and she had no name, she became Qin Chuan, a wild child that no one cared about.

"Alas, the product of passion." Qin Chuan looked at the roof, sighed, and quickly left all these behind, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.