On top of the lush green hills, a mountain top wrapped in clouds and mist, a trace of mountain wind blows, blowing through the hustle and bustle of the world, just like a pure land outside the world.

At the top of the mountain, there is a pavilion, a stone table and a stone bench, and two figures sit in it.

One of them was a handsome young man, with well-proportioned features, deep eyes, and wisdom.

On his body, he was wearing a white Confucian robe that showed the atmosphere of a scholar, and he looked dusty.

Opposite him was an old man who looked unsmiling, his facial features were as if they had been engraved with a knife, his cheekbones were prominent, his eyes were sharp, and his wide Confucian robe showed the demeanor of an elder.

This is a stern old man!

The two are playing chess, one son and one son falling, methodically, but murderous.

The whole world seems to be in this chessboard, strategizing and winning thousands of miles!

The two of them are chess players and control everything! But that's not the case.

"Han Fei, your chess skills have dropped a lot recently, and you seem to be absent-minded." The old man spoke slowly, his voice heavy, giving people a sense of oppression.

The young man, Han Fei, smiled, bowed his hand slightly, and said modestly:

"It's the teacher's superb chess skills, and the students admire it!"

"Hehe, you can talk." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Han Fei looked at the old man with a look of respect.

This is his teacher, and he is also the eldest Confucian who has lived so far, Xunzi!

Even in the Seven Kingdoms, Xunzi's reputation is still well-known by hundreds of schools, and he is now the holy ancestor of Confucianism.

"You've been studying here for five years, and now the Rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms is coming to an end. Han Fei, as the prince of South Korea, you can't rest assured that your country is not in your own country. Xunzi asked.

"I can't hide it from the teacher, after all, Han Fei was born in South Korea and grew up in South Korea, facing his homeland, I really can't bear to let him be buried by this world.

So study abroad, learn the method of innovation, and save Korea. Han Fei said.

"So did you learn?" Xunzi asked.

"Students believe that governing the country not only depends on the Confucian idea of benevolent governance, but also has laws!

No rules, no rules! Once a country has a complete legal system, it is undoubtedly of great significance compared to national innovation. Han Fei said.

"However, the establishment of the Fa is destined to touch the interests of certain people, can you accept the challenge?" Xunzi said.

For Han Fei, a student with a temperament, he likes it very much.

He developed another set of legal ideas from his own Confucian system, and he was really talented.

Jurisprudence is a combination of Confucianism and Legalism, and it is hard to imagine what kind of impact it will have on the world.

"Students are not afraid of challenges, but they are afraid that they will not be able to save the country and the suffering people of Leba." Han Fei's eyes were firm.

"If you devote yourself to studying, you will be able to become a great Confucian in the future and live for generations.

But if you go down now, your future is uncertain. Maybe build a meritorious career for all generations, or bury the bones in other ways.

As a student of my Xunzi, the teacher will not stop you! As long as you remember, at all times, behind you, there is a teacher. Xunzi said.

Then, leaving an unfinished chess game, he walked down the mountain.

When I'm old, I'm the most hurt to part! Han Fei sat alone on the top of the mountain, letting the mountain breeze blow on his face, his eyes calm.

Looking at the white clouds in the sky from afar, I couldn't help but stand up and bow to the majestic figure at the bottom of the mountain.

"South Korea, wait for me, I'm back!"

Han Fei muttered in a low voice, his eyes like stars blooming with an astonishing look.

……

State of Qin, Imperial Palace.

In the empty hall, Yingzheng, who had inherited the throne of King Xiang, sat at the antique desk and read the chapters.

As the King of Qin, he doesn't understand anything at the moment! Because the power of the Qin State is currently all in the hands of Xiangguo Lü Buwei and his mother Zhao Ji.

As a king, he is unnaturally unwilling to be a puppet that has been set aside, and he does not want to seize power all the time.

But there was not a single person in the palace who could speak, and he was embattled on all sides, and his belly and back were under attack.

Although Zhao Ji is his biological mother, her life style is chaotic, and she rarely mentions the affairs of the court and politics, and has an inexplicable relationship with Lu Buwei!

So Ying Zheng can't count on her!

As soon as I thought of this, an extremely cruel look appeared in my eyes!

Lü Buwei and Zhao Ji were undoubtedly the biggest stumbling blocks for him to master the Qin State.

"Whew!"

The candle flame on the oil cup in the palace was extinguished by an invisible air current!

Ying Zheng only felt a chill down his spine, and a sense of deadly threat arose!

Looking up, at some point, an assassin wearing a black nightwalk appeared on the beam.

The assassin had a cold look in his eyes, and he held a short blade of about two feet in his hand.

Even if he was a few feet away, Ying Zheng could feel the cold air emanating from the short blade, which was really piercing.

For the Assassins, a few feet away was just a matter of breathing, and it was instantaneous.

Obviously, it was a premeditated assassination! Being able to sneak in from under the heavy guards of the palace shows that the strength of the assassin is not low.

Alternatively, the person behind the assassination was inside the palace, and he had the power to remove the palace guards and allow the Assassins to enter without hindrance.

But in either case, Ying Zheng must face this assassin directly, and perhaps the guards outside the palace have already been transferred and killed.

"Die!" The assassin spat out a cold, cold word, like a ghost.

"Woohoo!"

A few moves, and the broken blade in the assassin's hand was only about a punch away from Win Zheng's neck.

The cold murderous aura came to the face, making people feel cold all over the body and stinging in the skin!

But Ying Zheng did not move, and his majestic eyes looked directly at the assassin!

The assassin felt Ying Zheng's gaze, as if he was being targeted by some terrifying beast, and he didn't even dare to look at him.

I have to say that Ying Zheng is a natural king, and his momentum is enough to capture the assassin.

But obviously, you can't survive just by forcing your spirit!

"Whoosh!"

From the bottom of Ying Zheng's eyes, a crescent-shaped sword qi flashed away, as fast as lightning!

The assassin's eyes lost their look, "Bang! The body fell limply three feet away from Yingzheng.

Behind the beaded curtain of the palace, a young man in white clothes with tied hair slowly walked out, his momentum was calm, his eyes were sharp, and he held a simple and delicate long sword in his hand, as if a young sword saint had been born.

"The king is frightened!" The young man in white said slowly, bowing slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's okay, thank you Mr. Gai for appearing in time to save this king." Ying Zheng said.

The Mr. Gai in his mouth is the descendant of the Ghost Valley, Gai Nie.

"It's a subordinate business. King, what to do with the assassins. Gagne asked.

"Dispose of it secretly, no need to startle the snake. Sooner or later, this king will find out this black hand hidden behind the scenes. Ying Zheng said, a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

The dignified King of Qin was assassinated by a killer in his own palace, which is really a great shame.

Gai Nie was silent and didn't say anything, his duty was to protect King Qin's guards, just protect his safety.

Shortly afterward, two attendants came in and quickly removed the Assassin's body.

With a casual glance, Gagne saw a black spider pattern around the assassin's neck.