Yongcheng was the former capital of the Qin State, and now the ancestral hall is located, and the scale of the palace is the largest except for Xianyang City.

Yonggong, Qinchuan Palace, Xitui Palace, Pingyang Fenggong, Bagong, Luquan Palace and many other simple and simple large palaces, together form a palace group second only to Xianyang Palace.

Among them, Yonggong, as the palace where the Qin State once held a court meeting, is the most important.

The ground outside Yonggong Temple is covered with bluestone slabs, of different sizes, but they are like one under the sand filling.

Ying Chengcheng stood in the center of the square in front of Yonggong and said softly:

"The national strength of the former Qin State was weak, not to mention Baiyu and Danqi, and it was not even possible to find enough bluestone slabs to build this entire ground."

Zhang Han, who was half a step behind, bowed his head lightly when he heard this, although he knew that this was not the case.

The Qin State was poor back then, and Bai Yu couldn't afford it.

But the bluestone slabs are all man-made, and they can be tamped and cut, so what's the use?

The square outside the Yonggong Temple is full of irregular broken bluestones, because of the change of the Qi Nian Palace ten years ago.

The coup d'état took place not only in Qinian Palace, but also in Xianyang and Yongcheng.

Horses and people are running, which tears up this originally regular square.

Zhang Han, who had always focused on Ying Chengchan, saw Ying Chengchan reach into his arms.

He sighed and did nothing.

Even if there are only two people in Yonggong Square, he and Ying Chengchan, even if he is sure to snatch the gun from Ying Chengchan now.

Death is death.

He smiled with relief.

From the time when Ying Chengcheng said in a declarative tone that he wanted to compete with him, he decided that it would be difficult to survive today.

He did not refute Ying Chengchan's account of Yonggong Square, which was a self-help.

As the main participant in the change of the Qi Nian Palace, how could Chang Anjun not know what was going on in this square?

This is clearly testing him for disobedience, and it is to assess whether he is strict with his mouth when he knows almost all the secrets of the First Emperor.

He gave the correct answer, but unfortunately the examiner still did not change his mind.

Yes, he, a supreme master who knows many secrets and is loyal to the previous emperor, really deserves to die.

Just like those Lang officials who were given death in front of his eyes and had to be thanked for a thousand thanks.

Today, it's his turn.

The bigger and more secrets you know, the easier it is to die.

And the secrets he Zhang Han knows are obviously the biggest and the most.

People are dying, and their thoughts are clear.

Zhang Han took a few steps back, and he bowed his head slightly when he had been cautious about the two masters of the Great Qin Empire, and said in a preachy tone:

"Benevolence and righteousness can't get the country, and if you are the king, you have to be like Your Majesty, Chang'an County is near, and ...... is there."

Zhang Han didn't finish, looking at the black pistol that was casually thrown on the ground, confused.

This...... What do you do by throwing a gun on the ground?

Crash~

The Xuanniao crown was covered with the gun, and the crown full of pearls smashed on the crown.

Zhang Han: "......"

Ying Cheng moved his body, stretched out his arms and legs, twisted his neck, and said casually:

"You guys, you're all sick, think too much."

The internal force runs freely in the limbs and hundreds of remains, consciously moving the body, and reaching the most perfect state of life, Ying Cheng Cheng stands with his hands in his hands, a group of high-ranking images, Nunu mouth.

"Lost the sword."

Zhang Han didn't move.

The moon happened to be blocked behind by the clouds, so that it was only five steps away, and Ying Chengcheng couldn't see the color of Zhang Han's eyes clearly.

"If you take a sword, I will take a gun."

Ying Cheng issued a warning.

Zhang Han's sword is from Qin Mo's hand, and it is a killing weapon that integrates ancient and modern techniques.

Blood does not stain the blade, and the hair is blown off.

Bend more than halfway, and the rebound is still straight.

Ying Chengcheng knew the power of this sword very well, although this sword did not have the dazzling names of famous swords such as Zhan Lu and Xuanyuan.

But if it really collides in pairs, this nameless sword can cut off all the top ten famous swords in China.

He didn't want to compete with Zhang Han with this sword with his bare hands, and he didn't feel that his martial arts could crush Zhang Han.

It is true that martial arts masters can hurt people by picking flowers and flying leaves, and Ying Chengcheng can do it now, and he can cut people's throats by picking a fallen leaf.

But that's in the face of people whose martial arts are far inferior to themselves.

Two people who are evenly matched or not far apart, the quality of weapons will play a decisive role.

WBO world boxing champion Barrios will be stabbed and robbed by knife-wielding gangsters and sent to the hospital for treatment.

This kind of pretending to snatch the white blade empty-handed has always been an old naughty boy.

When Chang~

The sword fell to the ground.

Zhang Han clenched his hands into fists.

"Offended."

Ying Cheng licked her lips, her eyes flashing with excitement.

It's been almost thirty years, and he seems to have finally touched the pinnacle of force in this world.

"Don't keep your hands, I'm not the same as last year."

As he spoke, the air burst into flames!

Zhang Han's pupils contracted sharply like a cat, and his sight hadn't caught Yingcheng's figure because of the dark night, but the scattered perception had already told him that Chang Anjun had arrived in front of him!

He suddenly raised his arm in front of him.

As soon as his arms were crossed, a strong force surged from above, causing him to take more than ten steps back and step out of more than a dozen potholes!

So fast!

It was only at this time that thoughts flashed through Zhang Han's mind.

If it weren't for the instinctive reaction of his body's muscles faster than he thought, he would have been defeated just now.

Ying Cheng stood with his hands in his hands, with a smug face, and grinned:

"Shibei three days, when you look at each other, let alone nearly a year? I said, don't keep your hand, I am no longer the powerless Chang'an Jun who was pressed by you, I am Qin II. ”

Zhang Han shook his numb arms and shook his head.

"There's no need to compare, the minister is not an opponent. Chang'an Jun ...... His Majesty's martial arts have surpassed those of his ministers. ”

"You're not here to make me happy, are you?"

"It's not."

"Then tell me, am I the most powerful bare-handed you've ever seen?"

Zhang Han nodded, just about to speak.

"To be honest, I'm not Yingzheng, you don't need to think much about following me."

Zhang Han was silent for a moment.

"The most powerful person the minister has ever seen is the queen."

As soon as he said that, he suddenly realized that he had just changed his address to Ying Chengcheng to His Majesty, and Zhang Han hurriedly added:

"Empress of the First Emperor."

"Lilong ......"

Ying Cheng clutched the palm of his hand, and there was an illusion that he could lift the earth without a lever.

I'm so strong, I'm not as good as the imperial sister-in-law, how strong is the twenty-year-old Lilong?

"How much worse am I?"

Zhang Han wanted to speak and stopped, and after a slight hesitation, he bowed his head slightly.

"Dare to ask Your Majesty, did you use all your strength?"

Ying Chengcheng nodded.

Facing Zhang Han, who had been in Zhangtai Palace, he pressed him to the point where he couldn't get out of the door with internal force, and he didn't spare any of the punch just now.

"The minister and Zhao Gao's thief are between the two of them, and the queen's punch can kill Zhao Gao."

Zhang Han is up to the point.

"Understood."

Ying Chengcheng nodded, he was still far away.

He didn't punch down in Zhang Han's hurry, which shows that he is only stronger than Zhang Han.

But his mood is still very good, Lilong is open, decades of accumulation before it blooms in an instant, and he is a win, this peerless martial arts is a real resident.

Humming a song, he picked up the crown and put it on his head, and then picked up the crown and put it on.

When he put the palm-sized pistol into his arms, he was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Zhang Han, who was half a step behind, and said seriously:

"If you use a sword, I won't be able to beat you."

"Your Majesty also uses weapons, and the minister is not an enemy."

"! If you take a gun, you can crash whoever you want! Don't play tricks on me, you and I hold the same long sword, whoever loses wins. ”

"Your Majesty is victorious."

Ying Cheng's face was full of suspicion.

"Really?"

Zhang Han looked serious.

"Really."

"Okay, I borrowed the Yue Nu sword, and let's try again."

The craftsmanship of the Yue Nu saber is the same as that of Zhang Han's saber, and it is all from Qin Mo's hand.

The construction of a long sword is far easier than a pistol, and it can be mass-produced long ago.

"This ......"

Zhang Han looked embarrassed.

In the face of Ying Cheng Chan, who does not keep his hands at the same level, he can't keep his hands, and he is very likely to hurt Ying Cheng Chan.

"You didn't say that I have a big face, what does this expression mean now? Are you cheating on me? ”

"No, it is indeed Your Majesty who is victorious. The minister's sword is already a divine weapon, where in the world are there so many divine weapons? ”

With the strength of the two, the bronze weapons that are now widely used cannot hold up for a few rounds in their hands.

The weapon is destroyed, isn't it just bare-handed? Isn't it just that Yingcheng is a big win?

Ying Cheng, who was the dirtiest from the inside out, immediately understood the meaning of Zhang Han's words, and laughed angrily.

He pulled out Zhang Han's saber and shook the three-foot Qingfeng and asked.

"I and you both hold such a sword, fighting to the death, who can survive?"

“……”

Zhang Han didn't understand, the succession ceremony was going to be held at dawn to become the Ying Cheng of Qin II, why did he keep struggling with the problem of martial arts?

All-night martial arts competition, such a big addiction?

What is the use of martial arts? Why is it so rare?

"Your Majesty should focus on state affairs, and don't follow the old path of the martial king."

Ying Cheng snorted coldly, knowing the answer from Zhang Han's unwilling to say it explicitly, holding a sword flower in his right hand, and sneering:

"I'm the emperor now, can't I have a hobby of my own?"

Zhang Han sighed inwardly and bowed his head to confess.

He was very happy to pick up a small life, but when he saw Ying Chengcheng like this, his joy gradually faded away.

The new majesty treats people really well, but benevolence and righteousness are really not suitable for the emperor.

Pursue martial arts, don't think about national affairs, and lose your mind as a plaything.

Such a majesty, supporting the backlash of Daqin? It's clear that I can't hold it!

Zhang Han was dull, but Ying Chengcheng's mood was far happier than on his face.

Zhang Han thought that Ying Chengcheng didn't care about the succession ceremony, which was very wrong.

If Ying Chengcheng really doesn't care, after the competition, he will go to Qingmei, Lilac, Yue Nu and other female majors to sleep with him, and he will happily.

He has been accumulating energy for nearly thirty years, which is longer than the time that Ah Fang Lilong has saved!

The result of the fight with Zhang Han made him confirm that he was not an illusion, and his cultivation to Dacheng's "Yellow Emperor" was completed after the ministers bowed their heads.

"The Yellow Emperor" should not be called "The Yellow Emperor", it should be called "The Emperor".

Ying Chengcheng finally knew why no one had practiced this exercise except for "The Yellow Emperor".

If you don't sit on the throne, you will never be able to practice this exercise!

But what king can bear such anger?

Let the beauty be able to see, touch and negatively distance, but can't make puffs, what is the meaning of this king?

For the king, martial arts are not even the icing on the cake, but they are dispensable.

And the most annoying thing is that the Yellow Emperor announced the exercise of "The Yellow Emperor", but he didn't say how to practice to the top, it's inhuman!

If there is a tomb of the Yellow Emperor, Ying Chengcheng thinks that he will definitely dig up this ancestor to greet him well, and ask him face to face about the three thousand soaring maids in one day, but how the consummation of "The Yellow Emperor" came out!

At the age of twenty-three, Ying Cheng's "Yellow Emperor" has already become a big success, no matter how much the maid is on the platform, it is difficult to get an inch, and the reason why he has continued to spend the night on the platform for several years is that he is unwilling.

I knew that he was about to sit on the throne, so it would be good if he sat up and stayed for a while before coming down.

Why bother grinding the iron pestle every day? Isn't this a waste of effort!

With a smile on his face, he entered the ancestral shrine of the Qin State, and his nose was still the insect repellent incense that Ying Cheng liked to smell.

But this time he didn't cover his nose, no matter how bad the smell was, it was better than the smell of blood and burning corpses outside.

Ying Chengcheng walked to the tablet of the ancestors of the Qin State, and took down the spirit card with King Qin Zhaoxiang written on it extremely rebelliously.

Ying Chengyun held his grandfather's spirit card in the air with both hands, tilted his head and looked at it.

"Grandfather, if you don't come out again, I'll burn you."

For a long time, in the palace, only the ever-bright candles beeped, and there was not even a trace of wind in the ancestral shrine where the two palace doors were closed.

Ying Chengcheng turned his head more than once to look around, holding his grandfather's tablet, like a night wandering god, walking back and forth in the ancestral shrine of the Qin State.

In the Xianyang Palace, the grandfather in the dream taught him face-to-face, which made him unforgettable for a long time.

And after "The Yellow Emperor" broke through because of the call of the ministers, he became even more suspicious of that dream.

Guiguzi, Zhao Gongming, Xu Fu, and Qian Sui, these people have already shown their magic in front of him more than once.

There are some things that he doesn't know why, but they do exist.

Spinning around, spinning around, he didn't feel anything unusual at all.

There was no sudden drowsiness, and there was no abnormal cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Except for the swaying of the candle flame driven by his faster and more urgent figure, nothing in the ancestral hall has changed.

The tablets of the ancestors that were offered high above did not fall down, nor did they sound.

Ying Cheng was tired, lay on the animal skin prepared in advance, closed his eyes in front of the tablet of the ancestors of the Qin State, and fell asleep.

The candles were still burning, and so were the tablets, standing there quietly, they were pieces of wood.

When Ying Chengcheng woke up again, the light from outside had already entered the hall through the white cloth on the window.

Ying Chengcheng sat up slowly, he slept well, but he was not in a good mood because he was not dreaming.

"It's all small paths, and they can't mess with my Dao heart. Grandfather was right, no witchcraft, yin and yang magic was useless. ”

He put back his grandfather's spirit tablet that he had been holding all night, pushed open the door of the temple, pointed to the bright sky and shouted:

"I'm going to succeed now! If you have the ability, you will come to a meteorite rain and kill me! ”

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[PS: Originally, I wanted to take a leave of absence to study the outline according to the starting point convention, but after thinking about it, I still want to ask for a monthly pass! ] 】

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