The evening breeze was blowing, and it was a little cold under the trees.

Practicing knives in the moonlight, he had a feeling that the Tai Chi Neidan breathing method was about to break through, and at this moment he was at the peak of his strength, and his steps were from light to dark.

Since then, he has stepped into the dark energy, his combat power has increased greatly, he has walked the world, and he also has the foundation of a life.

Whoa......

The sword wind is whistling, and the knife is retracted.

Zicheshi and others wanted to learn, but they were rejected by absurd words. The national art he practiced was the art of killing. Only kill, not perform.

Compared with Zicheshi and others, he has more experience in fighting and killing, and Western medicine was developed in later generations, and for the sake of martial arts, he studied Western medicine and Chinese medicine.

He understands the anatomy of the human body and knows how to kill a person quickly and effectively. His knife technique, every time he goes out with a knife, he is rushing to kill.

Seeing that the knife was collected, the sub-car master came over: "National teacher, the king asked the inner servant to send the news, and he will participate in the court meeting tomorrow." ”

"Hmm."

These days, Huang has been soaking in the collection of the Qin State Sect to absorb knowledge. This is the pre-Qin, not the afterlife.

His previous knowledge and experience only broadened his horizons, and he didn't understand the people's feelings, customs, and various gods and habits of the world.

Reading is the easiest and most straightforward way to learn. In this era, the Zhou royal family had the richest collection of books.

After all, even Li Er served as the history of the Zhou royal family's guard.

In addition, it is the office of all the countries in the world, although the Qin State has risen for a short time and the collection of books is not rich, it is enough for the current famine.

"Hebber, are you ready?" Ying Quliang's expression was calm, and the whole person was like a deep pool, unfathomable.

The old man, who was half a step behind, leaned over and replied in a low voice: "Don't worry, the things are ready, just outside the masonry white camel courtyard." ”

Along the way, Yingquliang was silent, his steps were balanced, and he maintained the same speed.

At the door of the masonry white camel, an ox cart was waiting, and there was a black cloth wrapped in the car. ”

"Don't reveal your identity." Yingquliang instructed, and then said to the old man behind him: "Hei Bo, knock on the door." ”

There were three knocks on the door, the rhythm was different, and the old man in the courtyard came out of the house, opened the door, and looked at Yingquliang and his party suspiciously.

It was late, and it was a rare thing to come to the door at this time, and in the old eyes of the white camel, the essence flickered, hiding a touch of vigilance.

"Dare to ask, but the masonry white camel?"

Seeing the old man nodding, Hei Bo immediately spoke: "I want to ask for a big stone to be carved with my feet, a hundred Wei sword coins, I don't know if it's possible?" ”

Hei Bo and the white camel were communicating, Yingqu Liang's eyes were full of bitterness, in the Qin State, he was a dignified monarch, and he actually needed to settle in Wei coins.

The purchasing power and credit of Qin coins are far inferior to Wei State knife coins, which is a shame.

"Carved stone?"

The white camel looked past Hei Bo and glanced at the black cloth on the ox cart: "Rough work, but a means of making a living, I can't afford to ask for a word." ”

Lifting the black cloth, Hei Bo lifted the boulder in, and under the moonlight, the white camel looked at the stone: "Hou Sheng, what do you want to engrave?" ”

People grow old and become fine.

The white camel can naturally see that Yingquliang is the one who takes the idea.

Yingquliang took out a scroll of silk books and handed it to the white camel: "Old man, please." ”

"Well said."

After taking the silk book, the white camel's scalp was numb, and he was stunned for a moment, and his heart was shocked.

These two words, in the entire Qin State, only one person dares to carve them, and as soon as he thought of this, the white camel's eyes were bright, staring at the young man in black.

He waited for his answer.

Yingqu Liang was gentle: "Old man, the old Qin people think so, don't they?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the masonry white camel's eyes were full of tears, and he nodded silently.

The old Qin people once bathed in the glory of Qiang Qin, and they were proud in their bones, and now that the Qin country has fallen to this, the old Qin people are all sad.

His eyes were moist, and the masonry white camel carved with tears, and when the last stroke fell, he threw away the hammer chisel and threw himself on the stone carving, crying silently.

He was sad.

Once he shirked, the white camel took two dried meats and did not charge money.

Ying Quliang disappeared into the rain curtain with an ox cart, the light rain was dripping, and the atmosphere was dead: "Hei Bo, the white workers of the Qin State can't eat meat yet, this is the fault of the surname Ying!" ”

Heber was silent and did not answer.

He didn't know how to say it, the pressure on the shoulders of the young monarch in front of him was too great, and sometimes, when the lights were on in the middle of the night, he was a little distressed.

Back in the palace, Yingqu Liang placed the stone carving on the pedestal that had been prepared long ago, and ordered in a deep voice: "Heibo, no one is allowed to enter the political hall for an hour." ”

"No."

Following.

I got up early in the morning, practiced the Tai Chi Nei Dan breathing method in the courtyard, and after washing, I rode a horse to the political hall of Liyang Palace.

In the political hall, the upper doctor Gan Long, the middle doctor Du Zhi, Gongsun Jia, Zi'an, Ying Qian and others were all there, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

In the hall, a boulder stood on it, and the smell of blood permeated it.

In the political hall, all the ministers were silent, and no one spoke, so he walked into the boulder, looked at the words on the boulder, and the bloodstains, and was greatly shocked.

In the center of the boulder are two shocking big characters: national shame!

At the top right of the big stone is a line of fist-sized characters: the people of the country are eternal, and the division of the six countries into Qin is a national shame, and the world is inferior to Qin, and the ugliness is great.

The lower left is the first year of Yingquliang.

The boulder was stained with blood, and every word was stained with blood.

At this time, Yingquliang walked out of the road, his left hand was already bandaged, ignored the gaze of the ministers, and walked straight to the big stone.

A hoarse voice sounded, and Yingqu Liang said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the princes of the world are inferior to Qin, the scholars of the Central Plains do not enter Qin, and the white workers of Qin State can't even afford to eat meat." ”

"In the territory of my Qin State, the settlement coin, the Qin currency is not as good as the sword currency of the Wei State, the land west of the river was taken away, and the Hangu Pass fell into the hands of the Wei State."

"Now that the Six Kingdoms intend to destroy Qin, I, the Qin people, are watching it, but we can't do anything about it, which is a shame."

"This is the shame of Lone, the shame of the Ying family, the shame of the Qin State, and the shame of you."

"Old Qin, follow us to be humiliated."

Speaking of this, Yingqu Liang changed his words and said in a resolute tone: "Today, I am alone in the political hall to erect a monument and shame, and I, the Qin people, will never forget the national shame." ”

"Today, we and other monarchs and ministers swear by blood, always remember the national shame, and are determined to strengthen Qin!"

After speaking, the long sword swept and cut the palm, and the blood fell on the stele again, and then Ying Qian slashed his palm, dripping the blood onto the stele.

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

This sentence was shouted by Ying Qian, as if he had magic power, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty followed the example of Yingquliang and stained the stone tablet with blood.

In the political hall, the voices of the old Qin and the national disaster came and went.

At the end, the wilderness also walked out, the Great Qin Dragon Sparrow flashed, the palm of his hand cut a hole, and the blood dripped onto the stone tablet.

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together——!"

At this moment, a qualitative change took place in the court of the Qin State, and a cohesive force and centripetal force emerged spontaneously.

Seeing this scene happening, Huang couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, worthy of Qin Xiaogong, this move marked the complete formation of the new generation of Qin State's leadership team.