When the full moon was in the sky, the Mengjia army of the Qin State stationed hundreds of thousands of troops in the small town on this side of Shangjun, and the tents with old traces were like mandalas washed by time, making the small town full of blood and sorrow.

The Mengjia army did not prepare for war here, but built the Great Wall and official roads in preparation for Qin Shi Huang's tour of the country. But all the works were completed, but the edict was delayed, and the first emperor did not come to patrol.

Meng Tian and the soldiers of the Meng family army had long been panicked, but Fusu was calm and composed, waiting for news. He had already developed the temperament of waiting calmly. He was used to seeing anything panicked and scared.

After all, he was Han Bing who crossed over. Although he can't remember the past in his previous life, all the things he experienced in the spiritual cultivation world are not without harm to the cultivation of his character in this life.

The opening of the Great Wall project was originally to resist foreign invasions, but also to slow down the desertification of the interior and reduce the speed of wind and sand.

At the same time, the Qin royal family had a selfish idea - in order to preserve the purest blood inheritance, it was forbidden to intermarry. At the same time, the same is true of other ancient families. Just as Li Bai said in "The Difficulty of Shu Dao": Shu Dao is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky! Silkworms and fish, how blank is the founding of the country! Erlai is 48,000 years old, and he is not populated with Qinsai.

Fusu is restless today, and always feels that something big is about to happen, but he doesn't know what is going on. He paced, back and forth in the handsome account.

I saw him constantly shaking his head, puzzled in his heart: In the past few decades of conquest, how many blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang have stained this land red, but my father still wants to live forever and waste the people and money?

Is it really mediocre?

Or was he deceived by Fang Shi Xu Fu?

Or is he not at ease at all about handing over this devastated country to our brothers to take care of together?

But who is behind the royal brothers who have died one after another?

How many dry bones must be behind every nation, every legendary man, to build a monument to him?

In the world, which family can experience this kind of life and death?

What family can afford such a heavy effort?

The bloodline of the Qin State is already thin, and the in-laws related to the Qin State are also not lucky, and I, Fusu, am just a reincarnated spirit child picked up from the temple, how can I take on this heavy responsibility.

Sister Yangzi said that my soul is called Han Bing, but is she, the Holy Maiden of Ancient Shu, really true?

Is mystical culture another trick to deceive people?

Now that the country is burning books and pit Confucianism, respecting the Tao and staying away from Confucianism, and agreeing to the Legalists, will it be able to balance the prosperity of a hundred schools?

Is the reproduction of a hundred schools another troubled time?

Sister Yangzi is kind-hearted, but she will become a sacrifice to the moon god, how unfair it is.

In order to reassure the people, the princes and grandchildren had to be martyred for the country, and those who always messed up people's hearts with the teachers of justice had ill intentions?

Who doesn't know that it is easy to get the country and it is difficult to defend the country - those who win the world are not only painstaking and hardworking, but also have to cut their robes and break their righteousness, cut their hair and break their love, and live a lonely life only for their family and country.

Even life and death are involuntary - human rights are the most non-existent among the princes and grandchildren.

No regrets, no complaints, no mercy, no relatives.

How pitiful and pathetic!

Because all people in the world are relatives, and the people of the whole country are family.

Why should a family talk to two families and listen to more opinions in order to find the future that everyone really needs.

But who wants to create a beautiful landscape painting together?

Who wants to put aside past grievances and join forces for the well-being of future generations?

Are you, me, and him (she) willing to work together and abandon the past?

......

Tears flowed from the corners of Fusu's eyes, and suddenly, he remembered the future - when Yangzi's sister was divining the situation for him, he saw a handsome man, and the man said that his name was Future.

Future asked him, "Do you want to be a god or do you want to be a god?"

At that time, Fusu had just been sent to the county, and he went out from the deep palace to practice, and he didn't know what was going on? Because his protégé needed a livelihood, he replied indifferently: "For profit!"

The future continues to ask, "I really don't want to be a god?"

Fusu felt sad in his heart, where did he not want to become a god, but how could he make up for the debts owed by many protégés? How difficult was it to rely on his own strength? Not to mention that he was a child who grew up in the deep palace, without the support and reputation of the family, how difficult it was to even survive?

Fusu sighed, smirked, shook his head, and sighed lightly, "If I was really the reincarnation of a monk named Han Bing, how could it become so difficult, and I don't know how to survive in this new world?

"In the previous life, after I left, the spiritual cultivation world also exploded into nothing. Like the destruction of the divine realm, there is no warning or prophecy. It's just that the song of the divine realm has been sung for a long time, and it is the battle between the god king and the demon king. ”

Sister Yangzi said, how can you sing the song of the gods?

Fu Su stroked the long hair next to his ears, smiled slightly, sat on the couch, tapped his fingers on the desk, and snorted softly.

"Hongmeng has not been opened, and the universe is desolate ......"

"Barren and open the sky, turbidity into a clear ......"

"The sky is high and the earth is thick, and the sky is bright and ......"

"The sun, moon and stars, list the ...... on them"

"The Divine Realm is on duty, and the Seven Realms are safe and healthy......"

This tone was quiet, which gave Fusu a hint of comfort to his frightened heart. But a frightened picture appeared in his mind: a flash of fire rose into the sky, and countless fires flew out everywhere. Like a nuclear war, the original human world has become a particle, filling the universe with nowhere to escape, and the entire universe is just a world of dust of a particle.

Fusu hurriedly shook his head, not wanting this terrible thing to happen again.

The past life is over, and it no longer matters who owes a favor or who owes oneself.

In this life, he is just a reincarnated spirit boy picked up by his father, and since he has recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, he must do his part. But if you want to be like other princes and grandsons, you can be slaughtered by others, it is absolutely impossible.

After abiding by the palace rules for 30 years and the etiquette of benevolence and filial piety for 30 years, you should not sit back and wait for death.

Sister Yangzi said that in her previous life, she had an unborn child, and she was also sealed in the Purple Microstar Palace in the sky, and was sealed together with his mother. But how can I, as a mortal, fly into the sky and pluck the stars in the sky?

Just as Fusu was deep in thought, the sound of fighting came from outside the tent.

"Take your life, wild seed!" A masked man's voice was like a bell, and when he heard it, he was a person with strong internal strength.

Fusu lifted the sword from the pillar, opened the tent door, and flew out.

I saw dozens of masked men pressing forward and coming towards the tent, while the guards were defeated and retreated, and they were vulnerable.

"Who are you?" Fusu was in a white robe all his life, and his voice was warm.

One of the burly masked men sneered, "We are the Hades who want your life. ”

Fusu smiled slightly, his long hair swayed with the wind, he flew up, and with a move of the eagle striking the sky, he saw that the blood sealed his throat and cut the black silk scarves of the two masked men, but, while the two were busy touching their necks, they looked at Fusu's face with angry eyes, and fell down with a "bang", and the dust on the ground suddenly rose.

"Good you wild seed, you are still so vicious. The masked man's eyes, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if he would definitely die if he didn't kill Fusu tonight.

Fusu smiled slightly, withdrew his sword, stroked the sword with the middle finger of his left hand, and said indifferently: "I don't know where Fusu offended a few heroes, and he actually ran to the barracks to ask for his life?

The masked man said with a smile: "In the War of the Seven Kingdoms, how many princes and nobles died, and your father is the culprit, who will you find if you don't report this revenge?"

Fusu Xing's eyes were cold, and he said: "Father's debts are repaid, hehe, what a reason! Could it be that the untimely death of all the princes and grandsons of my Qin State has become your sacrifice for the hegemony of the world?"

"You deserve it? Do you think that a poor and remote family like you can get involved in this game of chess? The world is so big, and the people's hearts are greedy, isn't it that whoever wants to control it? The art of employing people is not something that you, a horse breeder, can understand after decades of planning?" Before the masked man could play, he beckoned.

In an instant, dozens of masked people all bypassed the soldiers' halberds and rushed towards Fusu from a distance.

Fusu turned over and hurriedly dodged the random stabbing of these dozens of people - no matter how easy you succeeded, how could you be the opponent of dozens of halberds and random stabs?

After all, he is just a mortal, and he has no ironclad exercises, nor does he have the fantasy magic of the spiritual cultivation world. One shot can be fatal, and Fusu has no other way but to dodge.

"Hiss"

I saw that Fusu was like a bolt of lightning, jumping up from behind, his wrist was flexible, and the long sword came out of his hand. The long sword glowing with cold light flew around several people, and blood splattered in an instant.

This is like a beautiful flower blooming on the earth, splashed with blood everywhere.

Hundreds of Mengjia troops rushed out of other tents, and their morale suddenly soared.

Meng Tian didn't know when he appeared, but he saw him holding a heavy sword, protecting Fusu, and his undressed clothes were already stained with blood, obviously he had already fought. "Young master, you go first, it seems that tonight will kill you and me. ”

In these years of getting along, Fusu and Meng Tian already have a brotherly relationship. They all know that if you fall, you will be broken.

The so-called wind and rain are in the same boat, which is a grasshopper on a line, living and dying together.

Fusumi's white robe was also splashed with a little red, just like the powder, blue and ink splashes on the body of a certain angel in white one day, which made people think about it—did you just make a lotus picture, or dyed a pink life in the sunset?

Meng Tian glanced at Fusu, and when he saw that he was not injured, he smiled knowingly, with murderous anger in his eyes, and brandished his heavy sword and roared: "Meng Jiajun, kill these thieves for me." ”

"Yes, General!"

One step, the soot rises. The moonlight reflects the shadow of the heavy sword!

Hundreds of sword lights refracted the complex formation, like a large array of five-pointed stars, directly besieging dozens of masked people.

The burly man who commanded the commander among the masked men, soared into the sky with a halberd in his hand, and broke through the sword shadow array in a few turns, only to see the tip of his black leather boots lightly tapped the halberd erected by several masked people under him, and as soon as he stepped out, the spear in his hand flew around, stabbing directly at Meng Tian.