The sword moves, and the blood is spilled.

Under the actions of the imperial army, which was dominated by the masters of the net, Confucianism in Xianyang was immediately hit the hardest. On the contrary, those who resisted died at the hands of the Six Sword Slaves. In the face of such a behemoth as the empire, the Confucian people fell too quickly.

But, Confucianism is just the beginning.

The other hundred families who were hiding in Xianyang and were hostile to the empire suddenly became the next target of disposal.

Every place is paved with blood.

After taking down the rebels, the next step is to collect their books. The classics naturally include the ideological literature of hundreds of schools, and there are also martial arts secret books, even if they are not collected, it is not difficult to get what they want from the prisoner's mouth by means of punishment.

The collection of texts, the escort, and finally all these things entered the palace.

Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng, who was dressed in black, was looking intently at the bamboo slips in front of him, which were almost piled up into a mountain. These are the countless texts that have been collected after he gave the order. Moreover, the classics that came here are all bamboo slips after Li Si specially divided the categories, otherwise I am afraid that there will be more than this.

Well?

With a slight gaze, Ying Zheng's gaze stopped at the content on the bamboo slip, looked at it for a long time, and threw it aside, while he picked up a brush and wrote his opinion on the silk on the side. Soon, the guards waiting next to him stepped forward and moved a small part of the classics that Ying Zheng was referring to.

Subsequently, Ying Zheng looked at something else again.

An empire.

An emperor.

A thought.

All these actions he is doing now are working for the great goal in his heart.

After a while, Ying Zheng had almost processed half of the thought classics, and then his attention was on something else.

This part of the classics is not the so-called literary and ideological classics, but the real martial arts classics.

Li Si is in charge of Wen, and Zhao Gao is in charge of Wu.

This part is the biggest gain of Yingzheng's move.

The jade of other mountains can attack stones, and with these, he may be able to find a solution to his own situation. And he also has a mind. At the beginning, the twelve golden people were cast, which was just a statement on the surface, and the real Zhige should be carried out from other aspects.

After all, it is people who use weapons.

Talent is the real murder weapon.

Ying Zheng wants to confiscate the martial arts classics of the hundreds of schools in the world, focus on the empire, and use what he has learned to create a martial arts book that can be used by the empire. The best way is for the official state to control their minds and their force.

And this part of the classics can be used to deal with that man.

Otherwise, the spark can ignite the prairie and allow these hundreds of schools to develop so unscrupulously. It's good to be on this side with the Empire, otherwise it's like a moth lurking in it to the Empire.

"How's it going?"

When Ying Zheng was looking at the bamboo slips, his deep voice also echoed in the hall.

"There are those who know the times, but there are also those who resist."

It was Zhao Gao, who was standing behind him and kept quiet, and his soft voice was full of respect, "However, more people do not agree with His Majesty's proposal and have a martyrdom attitude, especially Confucian disciples." ”

"Oh?"

With a surprise, Ying Zheng, who was writing something on silk with a pen, raised his head. With a slight glance, his eyes fell on Zhao Gao's body, with an indescribable sarcasm on his face, and said with a smile: "Martyrdom? If there is no one who protects the way, there will be no more. What did they take for martyrdom? ”

"If you don't use it for the Empire, then you are the enemy."

"Since they can't be persuaded and these people are still stubbornly going to the end of the road, then I will give them what they want."

"Accurate!"

on silk. On the small black seal font, Ying Zheng drew two strokes with a brush, and a huge 'X' character appeared on it.

Behind.

Zhao Gao's gaze swept to the words on the silk from afar. Suddenly, his pupils shrank. Although Ying Zheng's tone was gentle and low, Zhao Gao knew very well what kind of bloody wind would be behind this sentence.

Zhao Gao felt that the emperor was in too much of a hurry.

Boiling a frog in warm water is done slowly, and there won't be too many problems, but with such a strong attitude to carry out his will, I'm afraid that there will be a big problem.

What is it that makes His Majesty so anxious?

With the wisdom of the emperor, he knew very well what the consequences would be if he forcibly pushed forward like this, and if it did not succeed completely, it would only be a sign of chaos in the world. But even so, the emperor still stubbornly began to proceed.

Is this the emperor's conceit, or is it absolute confidence in his own strength?

Zhao Gao always felt that things were not so simple.

Because although His Majesty is strong, he is definitely not the first in the world.

His Majesty walked in such a hurry that it was as if something was chasing him behind him.

Could it be ......

Unconsciously, Zhao Gao thought of a situation.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers.

Moreover, Zhao Gao also saw from the emperor's series of orders an opportunity that many people of the hundred schools did not see, that is, this was actually His Majesty giving the factions of the hundred schools a chance to replace the position of the Yin and Yang family.

Is this going to be a showdown against the Yin and Yang Family?

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Gao had already speculated a lot of things in his heart, but after Ying Zheng's order was issued, he still bowed down to obey the emperor's will.

Stoop.

Submit.

Holding the silk scroll written by Ying Zheng with both hands, Zhao Gao slowly retreated.

Xianyang.

Outskirts.

A huge earthen pit was dug out.

Many Confucian disciples and some other hundred disciples with extreme resistance and hostility suddenly changed their faces after seeing this big pit dug by the imperial soldiers.

Recalling what Qin Jun had done in the past, they all understood what they were going to do at this moment.

For a while, the sound of anger, resentment, and scolding shook the sky, and some people were crying and being scared in a low voice.

Under Zhao Gao's orders, hundreds of people were pushed into the pit and buried alive.

This is a horrific measure.

Soon.

Ying Zheng's measure to kill chickens and monkeys also received the harvest he wanted.

Among the hundred schools, except for a few major ones such as the Mo family, almost all the others trembled under this coercion. Of course, they found that this was just a one-time event, and Yingzheng did not expand it, and it was obvious that they all felt the effect of the warning.

Coupled with the clear benefits given by the imperial officials, for a while, except for the hundreds of people who originally stood on the side of the empire, the rest of the people who watched the drama changed their course at this moment and clearly expressed their opinions.

It's just that there is a great disagreement between the two sides on the martial arts classics.

However, at this moment, the slightest word finally came out about what had been concealed from what had happened at the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony.

The Mo family cooperated with Jusan Quicksand to assassinate Ying Zheng and failed again.

After hearing the news, everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and many people understood the previous riot of Yingzheng.

Assassinated, no wonder you want to go crazy!

You must know that not long ago, Confucianism seems to have had close contact with the Mohists.

Meantime.

The Confucian people who were far away in Songhai City, when the gossip came out, they even got a secret letter from Gongzi Fusu, and Fu Nian and Zhang Liang were also dumbfounded, which worried them more than Yan Lu's disappearance in Xianyang, so they raised the door and temporarily fled from Xiaoshengxian Village.

As soon as the two were combined, they also expected that Yan Lu was only afraid of ......

However, at this time, more anger was burning against the Mo family. If it weren't for the Mo family's sudden assassination again, I'm afraid that things would definitely not be like this. Although the leader knew that things were not so simple, in the eyes of the disciples below, it was not like that.

Originally, the relationship between the Mohists and Confucianism had been eased under Zhang Liang's mediation, but a bottomless rift once again appeared. It's just that I don't know when this rift broke out, making the two families, who don't have a good relationship with each other, become enemies.

Not to mention what other people think about such a big event, and not to mention what Jing Tianming's mood will be when he knows the news, at this moment, a middle-aged ruffian in one place has come to a conclusion that no one else believes.

Farm.

Leaning on the pillar with a crooked body, sitting or not sitting, standing or standing, the middle-aged man carried a pot of wine, and after sucking it beautifully, he tilted his head, looked at the man standing in the center with a solemn face, and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking about?" Idle, why don't we take a gamble? ”

“……”

Hearing this, the man glanced at the other party, and his face showed a trace of helplessness, and he really didn't know what to say to his words. What kind of temperament is in the right direction, the man thinks he understands quite well, but what is this kind of performance that is not surprised when the sky falls?

He sometimes doesn't understand, how did the other party get into this position?

Mix......

Hmm, the man suddenly felt that his word "mix" was very well described.

Just as the man was pondering, a slightly fat burly man walked in from outside, and before he entered the door, he heard his voice echoing in the room: "Liu Ji, what do you think?" ”

The wine jug that had just been placed on his lips stopped, and Liu Ji, who looked like a middle-aged ruffian, heard this voice, his expression was still a playful and laughing, and after licking his lips, he said: "The sky is falling, there is a tall man on top, I just look at it like this!" ”

"Don't make me laugh!"

The burly man walked into the room and glared at Liu Ji, "Tell me my opinion." ”

"Ying Zheng is going crazy and venting his anger!"

"Of course, that's just the opinion of most people."

"But in my Liu Ji's opinion, he is still preparing for immortality." Raising the wine jug, the bronze wine jug covered his eyes, and others couldn't see the bright and terrifying color in Liu Ji's eyes at this moment.

Because-

If I were him, if I could be an immortal emperor, then it seems to me that there is only one person in the world who threatens me, because I don't need a second person like this in the world.

That is, the enemy.

That...... (To be continued.) )