Ying Zheng, the son of the King of Qin, returned to China, and the impact of this incident in the Qin State is not big, but it is not small.

To put it more bluntly, the new Wang Yingyiren now has only one child under his knees, that is, Cheng Jiao, the son of Cheng Jiao, who was born to Mrs. Han who was instructed by Mrs. Huayang after returning to Qin.

Now that Yingzheng has returned from Handan, it means that the original Cheng Jiao is not the only son of the new king, and Yingzheng is still the eldest son.

As for the smaller, the new king is now when he is physically strong, and he is far from the time when he is the crown prince, even if he has an extra son, it will not affect anything in a short time, not to mention, that Yingzheng is still the son of the new king and a lowly concubine when he was in Zhao State, and above the court, there is no maternal power, even if he wants to fight for the crown prince, it is difficult to compete for the son of the authentic lady.

Therefore, Yingzheng's return to Qin is not a big deal in the whole world.

However, only Xiang Shaolong knows what this child, who is only more than nine years old this year, means to China's history after he returns to Qin.

…………

In the backyard of the liquor store.

On the soil kang bed, Wei Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes, supported his body and stood up, and immediately his body sounded "crackling" like fried beans, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and when he saw clearly that he was actually on his bed, he vaguely understood what was going on.

He lowered his head again, unbuttoned his clothes, and found that the injuries on his chest had actually grown, and the disordered true qi in his body had already calmed down, and he said to himself:

"It's the teacher's medicinal wine."

When I got up, I saw that the bed of the senior brother on the other side was clean.

Wei Zhuang was about to get out of bed and put on his shoes, and as soon as he lowered his head, the hair on his sideburns hung down.

White.

White!

He looked at the white hair in his hand in distraction, and said to himself, "My hair ......"

"The young man's green silk turned gray."

A calm voice came from outside the door:

"As a teacher, I also want to ask you, isn't it that you were defeated in the hands of a person older than you, how could you be hit so hard, do you feel that you are going to die, or do you think that you are ashamed of your defeat?"

Wei Zhuang looked at it when he heard it.

Mrs. Jiang was dressed in a cloth dress, rolled up her sleeves, walked in, and looked at Wei Zhuang: "The recovery is not bad." ”

Wei Zhuang immediately knelt down in front of the teacher, was silent, and said: "It's the disciple who did something wrong, he shouldn't act recklessly, and he didn't pass the teacher's test for us." ”

Jiang Taiyi looked at him and said, "The battle of the Julu Marquis Mansion is indeed a test for you and Nie Er, but what did you do wrong?" ”

Wei Zhuang pondered: "The disciple didn't do anything wrong? ”

Jiang Taiyi: "The Guigu faction, vertical and horizontal, uses the constant contradiction between heaven and earth, and in the face of contradictions, the first thing is a question of choice, choice, regardless of life and death, whether right or wrong, and everyone in the world will think about right and wrong when facing a choice, but the standard of right and wrong is always relative, just as the contradiction is constantly changing. ”

"You feel that you have done something wrong, because you still did not retreat on the premise of knowing that you were invincible, and almost killed you and your senior brother, so you feel guilty, but what your senior brother did was different from you, he chose to take you back in time, and you feel that you completely lost to him, and you lost the battle."

Wei Zhuang was silent.

Among the disciples of the Ghost Valley in the past generations, one winner and one loser must be decided.

He was clearly a loser in the ordeal.

"One choice, two decisions, the dignity of the master, let you choose to swing the sword to the stronger, the inheritance of the master, let your senior brother choose to save your lives first."

江太一 says:

"Both choices, under the circumstances at the time, were right, but it does not mean that you are also right to make such choices in the same environment in the future."

Wei Zhuang fell into deep thought, frowned, and said: "The disciple thinks that Senior Brother is the winner in this test, so since neither of us has done anything wrong, who is the winner, and what is the real answer to this test?" ”

Jiang Taiyi closed his eyes: "You still haven't understood it." ”

Wei Zhuang bowed his head: "Please ask the teacher for guidance." ”

Jiang Taiyi looked at him and said, "Since you are the descendant of the Guigu faction, you have practiced swordsmanship with me for ten years, but you still don't understand, for the Zongheng family of the Guigu faction, there is no eternal right and wrong in the world, only the eternal environment, it is like a test, and it does not have to have an answer." ”

Wei Zhuang looked at Jiang Taiyi and said, "Don't need an answer?" ”

Jiang Taiyi: "Seeking answers means letting others help you make a choice, and you give up your choice." ”

Wei Zhuang thought thoughtfully: "Give up...... My own choice. ”

Jiang Taiyi: "In order to get the answer to the teacher's appreciation, then the teacher's understanding of this matter limits your vision, in order to seek the answer that the world recognizes, then the world's eyes will blind your heart, seek the answer, and be able to repeat the temporary correctness of others in a certain matter, but always ......"

Wei Zhuang replied softly: "Don't you have your own way?" ”

Jiang Taiyi looked at him and said, "Your senior brother has already gone to the Qin Kingdom. ”

Wei Zhuang was stunned: "Gone?" ”

He looked at the clean bed.

Jiang Taiyi: "There are too many puzzles in this troubled world, and there are too many things without answers, you and Nie Er, as disciples of the Ghost Valley, need to do not wait for other people's answers, but to create your answers for people in the troubled times." ”

Wei Zhuang's eyes flashed, and he said to himself: "Give answers to others and troubled times, is it like the ancestors of the past dynasties?" ”

Sun Bin and Pang Juan.

Su Qin, Zhang Yi.

With their own vision and opinions, to lead the world and the world, and change the world.

"The weak follow others, like to listen to other people's answers, and do not have their own decisions."

Mrs. Jiang held the "Strategy" left by Guiguzi in one hand and said:

"And the strong lead others, create answers in troubled times, and make choices instead of the weak."

"Everyone in the world says that Guigu swordsmanship is the strongest sword, but how can there be the strongest sword in the world, only the strongest person, the Guigu faction, is just a sect for forging the strong, as long as you become the strongest person, the sword in your hand will naturally become the strongest sword."

"Ten years of swordsmanship, just a technique."

"Walking out of this small courtyard, whether you can become a strong man who dominates everything in this troubled world, you must learn to give yourself the answer and make your own choice."

Wei Zhuang kowtowed.

Born in the Zheng Guo Cold Palace, it was already a country that had been destroyed.

The previous generation of Guiguzi found themselves there.

Perhaps, he has vaguely found a place where he can create answers, and that is where he was born, which is now called Korea.

……

Two days later.

Wei Zhuang left the liquor store.

"In just a few days, Brother Jiang sent three disciples away one after another."

The six-fingered black man hadn't left yet, standing next to Jiang Taiyi, and said:

"What are you going to do in the future? Are you still opening a wine shop in Handan? ”

Jiang Taiyi did not speak.

Just sitting on the bench at the door basking in the sun, looking at the clouds in the sky, slightly in a trance.

The white clouds in the sky gather and disperse, scatter and gather, and life is the same.

A journey in life.

Sent three children away.

At this time, under the sun, he is like an old cow regurgitating, chewing on the memories and life of the past ten years, plain, warm, sad when he is born, and sad when he dies.

Ten years since I came to Handan.

In the past ten years, he watched the old man die of old age, accompanied the child to grow up, and then sent the young man away from his hometown and ran to a distant place, and finally felt a sense of his own life.

Just like the thousands of mortal families in the world, most of the lives of middle-aged men have come over like this.

Unconsciously.

The bloody aura in the primordial spirit all melted and dissipated, turning into wisps of understanding, brewing into a kind of artistic conception......

He sensed that he was about to break through.