Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 24: A Painted Bird Hated
After the three men left, Wuzhan lay quietly on the comfortable bed, thinking for a long time. Guo Zijing's words hurt Wuzhan's heart. It was indeed as he said, he never wanted revenge. Only when he saw Qingyang, he knew that he was his enemy, but he just knew it, but he was powerless. He could only point the sword at himself to threaten him. Guo Kai and Zhao Cong were also enemies. If no one mentioned it today, he would have forgotten it.

As for the King of Qin, there is no question of hatred. Although he knew that he played a decisive role in the death of his father and mother and was the real culprit behind the scenes, he should hate him, but he really couldn't hate him because he had no time to hate and no ability to hate. That hatred could only be expressed in two words: Ying Zheng.

The main reason is that his parents will never come back, no matter what he does. If hatred can make them come back, he will think about that hatred. Hatred is a manifestation of powerlessness. He is very powerless, so powerless that he has no hatred.

He was born with a short life span, and he believed so too. Nothing he did would help, and he never had any illusions about tomorrow. He lived like this for twenty years. If one day he could live to be a hundred years old, he really didn't know what to do in the next hundred years, because he had never thought about the future.

Wuzhan believed that Zhang Liang's move to assassinate the King of Qin in order to restore his country was unwise. Qin's conquest of the six kingdoms was an inevitable trend. Both the King of Zhao and the King of Han were incompetent and unjust monarchs. It was meaningless for them to risk their lives to assassinate Qin for their countries.

Moreover, after Jing Ke assassinated Qin, the King of Qin was heavily guarded, and there must be strong people with higher cultivation than Qingyang protecting him. It would not be easy to assassinate him. Wuzhan really didn't want them to die in vain.

Even if the assassination was successful, the Qin Dynasty would still not be overthrown. For the Qin State that was able to destroy the other six states, it would not be too difficult to establish a new ruler. The mountains and rivers would remain the same and there would not be much change.

Although he thought that Zhang Liang's assassination of the King of Qin was an unwise act, if he had the strength, he would have gone with them to assassinate the King of Qin, because he was Li Mu's son and the three of them saved his life.

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Wanjiao must have gone to seek medical help. What if she can't find me when she returns? She will be very sad. She is already very sad. Let her be sad. Let her think that I am dead.

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After a night passed, in the early morning, more than a dozen anti-Qin heroes came in one after another, and the inn closed its doors. The owner was also an anti-Qin hero, and the inn had long been closed to the public.

Zhang Liang and these people were discussing and deploying the assassination operation downstairs. When they were discussing the assassination location, there was a "click" sound, and the door bolt was kicked off. A red-haired and beautifully bearded righteous man dressed in black hurried in. His face was as sharp as a knife and full of heroic spirit. He shouted as soon as he entered the room: "The snakehead has changed his route. He will not go to Dang, but to Yingchuan. What are you waiting for here? Let's go!"

This man, Yi Shuihan, was once a retainer of Prince Dan. After Jing Ke's death, he changed his name to Yi Shuihan. His only purpose in life was to assassinate the King of Qin.

Zhang Liang asked, "Brother Yi, is the information accurate?"

Yi Shuihan said, "Nonsense, that's not accurate. Why am I in such a hurry to come here to find you? I followed the parade guard of honor all the way to Dongjun. They didn't cross the Yellow River, but went to Yingchuan, so I hurried to inform you."

Zhang Liang said, "It's too late to go to Yingchuan now to make arrangements!"

Yi Shuihan said: "We have to go even if we don't have enough time. If he doesn't come out of the palace in the future, we won't have a chance to attack him. Let's go quickly and talk about it in Yingchuan!"

Zhang Liang said, "Okay, let's listen to Brother Yi. Let's go!"

Everyone picked up their weapons, hurried out of the hall, came to the backyard, and jumped on their horses. Only Lu Qingfang did not follow because of his old age.

Zhang Liang walked to the door, turned around, threw ten taels of silver to Lu Qingfang, and instructed: "This is for Brother Li. He has no money on him. Give it to him after his injury heals." More than ten horses rushed out of the backyard of the inn, rumbled and galloped on the street, and headed straight for Hanoi.

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Wuzhe sat quietly in the room and heard everything that happened downstairs very clearly. Zhang Liang’s meaning was clear to him.

His injuries were no longer serious, but his body was still weak. He slowly stood up and prepared to go downstairs and leave. At this time, Lu Qingfang came up from downstairs and asked, "What are you going to do, Mr. Li?"

Wuzhan said: "My injuries are almost healed, but my master's last wish has not been fulfilled. I want to go to Huashan, but I don't have much time."

Lu Qingfang said, "Your body has not fully recovered yet. It won't be too late to go after your injuries are completely healed. If you go out now, it will only make your body worse. Go back to bed and rest!" Then he helped Wuzhe back to the bed and sat down. "Don't mind what Zijing said. He is a rough man and has no sense of propriety."

Wuzhan said: "My life was saved by the miracle doctor and the two elder brothers, so how could I have any grudge against elder brother Guo? I only hate myself for not having a healthy body to go with them."

Lu Qingfang sat down and sighed, "They all understand that you are weak, and I am the same. I can't help them. I can only follow the example of Boyi and Shuqi, not eat Zhou millet, and spend the rest of my life in Caiwei Valley."

Wuzhan said: "Divine doctor, such integrity makes this junior admire you."

Lu Qingfang smiled bitterly and said, "This is all I have left. I can't change anything." He said sadly, "When I left, the willow trees were swaying. Now I come back, it's raining and snowing."

Wuzhan followed and chanted: "I walk slowly, thirsty and hungry, my heart is sad, no one understands my sorrow."...

Wuzhan did not leave that day, so Lu Qingfang sent someone to the government to get a passport for Wuzhan. The next day, Wuzhan got the passport and insisted on leaving. At this time, they heard a commotion coming from the distance on the street. Lu Qingfang and Wuzhan went to the attic and looked into the distance.

In the distance, densely packed flags were waving and drums and music were playing. Lu Qingfang was surprised and said, "So they passed by here after all. Zhang Liang and his men missed their chance!"

The government had already dispatched a large number of officers and soldiers, wearing armor and holding short blades and shields, to maintain order among the people on both sides of the street. The first to enter the street was a cavalry team of a thousand people wearing heavy helmets and armor, holding spears, halberds, and long bows, looking very majestic. Behind them were drums and banners, playing various musical instruments, with colorful flags flying, and a huge momentum. There were still cavalry guards on both sides, and behind them was a long team of carriages, with two rows of cavalry guarding on each side. Behind the convoy were still endless colorful flags and infantry teams.

There were ten six-chariot chariots in total, with mighty generals guarding on both sides. It would be harder than climbing to the sky to assassinate the King of Qin. The people had never seen such a scene before. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, singing songs of praise. A middle-aged man with red hair was particularly conspicuous. He knelt in the crowd opposite the inn, staring at the chariots passing by with his starry eyes.

Lu Qingfang recognized the man as Yi Shuihan at a glance and whispered, "They are back again, lurking in the crowd."

Wuzhanyoumu searched and found Zhang Liang downstairs in the inn. Guo Zijing had gone up to the attic at some point and was hiding behind the window, holding a longbow, ready to shoot an arrow at any time.

It turned out that these people received news on the way that the patrol team had crossed the Yellow River from Hanoi, so they hurried back, but missed the original assassination location and could only hide in the crowd to carry out the assassination.

Although the gongs and drums were loud, the surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it was scary. There was a six-chariot chariot in the middle. The guard on the left was a burly general riding a red horse. If Li Mu were alive, he should have recognized him. He was Wang Ben, Marquis Tongwu. On the right was an old man wearing a white Taoist robe, carrying a long sword, with an immortal look and riding a white horse. There were guards in black Hu clothing at the four corners guarding the emperor. Ying Zheng should be in this chariot.

The carriage drove slowly towards them with great majesty. Wuzhan was conflicted. It would be very difficult to assassinate such guards. Not to mention the cultivation level of the white-haired Taoist priest, the aura of the black-clad guards was intimidating. And there were also the cavalrymen around. Maybe they would die before they could get close to the carriage.

Wuzhan wanted to dissuade them from the assassination, but it was too late. Moreover, they might not listen to him and might even laugh at him for being a coward. But Wuzhan didn't want them to make a meaningless sacrifice. He thought to himself, "They can only laugh at me." Wuzhan slowly raised his hand and opened the door of the birdcage above his head. With a 'puff' sound, the thrush flew out of the cage.

With a "bang", the thrush was blown into powder less than a foot above Wuzhan's head. No one saw or knew how it died.

A black shadow suddenly rose from the horse, stepped on the tip of the guard's halberd, and flew in front of Wuzhan like lightning. He grabbed Wuzhan's neck and pressed him against the pillar, and asked in a cold voice: "What do you want?"

Wuzhan was pressed so hard that he could not breathe. He said reluctantly, "Please spare my life, sir. I was so busy admiring him that I forgot to close the cage."

The man in black stared at Wuzhan with sharp brows and sword-like eyes. Seeing that Wuzhan had no true energy in his body, he did not look like an assassin. Perhaps it was really an unintentional act, but looking at his eyes, he showed no fear at all. The strength in his hands gradually increased, trying to break Wuzhan's neck.

"The emperor is out for a trip, so there won't be any bloodshed. Let him go!" The Taoist in white said calmly while riding his horse, without even looking towards Wuzhan.

The man in black withdrew his hand, leaped up, and slowly floated back onto the horse, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the carriage had already passed in front of Yi Shuihan. Yi Shuihan's eyebrows were slanted, his head was lowered, his fists were clenched, and he knelt on the ground without moving. It took a long time for the huge team to pass by.

Wuzhan leaned against the pillar, breathing heavily. Lu Qingfang was frightened by the scene just now. It took him a long time to recover. He leaned down, helped Wuzhan up and said, "What were you going to do just now? You almost lost your life!"

Guo Zijing said fiercely from behind the window: "What else can you do? Tell the Qin soldiers and stop us from assassinating you. You really shouldn't have saved this coward. If it weren't for the fact that your father is Li Mu, I would have killed you with one punch today, ha!"

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After the patrol team passed, Zhang Liang and others returned to the inn one after another and closed the door. Guo Zijing began to curse Wuzhan downstairs as a rat. Zhang Liang advised: "Brother Li doesn't want us to make unnecessary sacrifices, so stop scolding."

"He thinks that every one of us is like him, cowardly and cowardly!"

Yi Shuihan said in a deep voice: "We have no confidence today. The Taoist beside Ying Zheng is Daoxuan Zhenren who lives in seclusion in Yandang Mountain. The 'Dangkong Jue' he just used instantly shattered the painted bird. This person has reached the level of a wandering immortal. We are no match for him. With such a person around, we will be killed before we can get close to him." After saying this, he grabbed his hair in hatred and sorrow.

Zhang Liang said: "If it doesn't work today, there is still tomorrow. As long as we are still alive, we will look for opportunities."

Yi Shuihan said in a confused manner: "How can it be easy? I have practiced hard just for today, but in the end, I am still too far away, too far away!" After saying that, he slowly walked out of the hall and disappeared.

Guo Zijing said: "How can there be no chance? How can we know if we don't try? If we miss it this time, we don't know when we can wait."

Zhang Liang said, "Just say less. Who among us doesn't know better than you?" He then clasped his fists and said to the heroes, "This is only the first time we have taken action. Although we have failed, all our people are still here. If I find another opportunity in the future, I will gather all the heroes together. Let's disperse today!" After hearing this, everyone left one after another. Some of them also left cursing like Guo Zijing did.

(End of this chapter)