General Qin

"The emperor has been fasting for three days and will not eat anything except honey and water."

The Taiguan Ling, who was in charge of the palace's meals, was already in his fifties. He usually spoke and acted very steadily, and he looked like that kind of official at first glance.

Now he looked at Prince Fusu with a sad face.

If the emperor has a problem with his diet, his eunuch will be held responsible.

"Without eating grain for three days..."

Fusu's face looked ugly. He lowered his head and hesitated before striding towards the palace where the emperor was.

Bigu.

It was something that those alchemists from the Immortal Cultivation School tinkered with after Zhao Tuo went on an expedition.

The alchemist said that people who eat meat are brave and fierce, people who eat grains can be wise and alert, and people who eat breath can be powerful and live a long life.

As for those who don’t eat, they can become gods without dying!

In the eyes of ordinary people, can you survive without eating?

Can you become a god without eating?

This statement is simply unbelievable. I am afraid that if I don’t eat for a few days, I will starve to death on the spot.

Faced with this kind of doubt, the alchemists naturally have ways to deal with it.

"In the mountain of Miaogushe, there are gods and men living there. Their skin is like ice and snow, and they are as soft as virgins. They eat no grain, inhale wind and drink dew, ride on the clouds, control flying dragons, and swim across the four seas."

They found "Xiaoyaoyou" to endorse the theory of Bigu.

You see, the gods on Gushe Mountain do not eat grains, but only breathe wind and drink dew, and then they can become immortal. They can also ride on clouds and mist, control flying dragons, and roam freely all over the world.

This is a living example.

Therefore, if you want to practice to become an immortal, in addition to practicing to release your Qi, abstaining from grains is also a necessary step.

This is how the art of Bigu was born.

First, cut off all grains and grains, and eat food and medicine to satisfy your hunger, or use fruits, clear springs and other food to satisfy your hunger. Then, you can slowly eliminate the worldly energy from your body, and gradually make your body as light as a swallow.

In the end, the intake of mortal things will be reduced, and step by step, one can reach the point where one can survive even if he drinks the northwest wind. If he can practice breathing out the Qi in his body, he can become an immortal immortal.

Of course, the alchemists also said that fasting is not something that happens in a day or two. It requires persistence over a long period of time to see the effect. This can be regarded as finding a way out for themselves.

The First Emperor had been cultivating immortality for the past two years and felt much better in spirit, but he had not made much progress in refining his Qi.

And because he had been sitting for so long, his body was a little weak.

Feeling that the various functions of his body were beginning to decline, the First Emperor once again had the fear of death in his heart. When he saw the alchemists' convincing words about the method of fasting, he felt cruel and was ready to try it in order to live forever.

Do not eat whole grains or meat.

The First Emperor chose to satisfy his hunger with honey water.

During this period, in order to adapt to the physical discomfort caused by fasting, he even ignored state affairs and left it all to Prince Fusu and the left and right prime ministers.

The increased power in his hands should have been a happy event for the prince as the crown prince of a country.

But Fusu had a benevolent and filial heart. He was worried about the emperor's health and couldn't help but enter the palace.

However, when he arrived at the gate of the palace where the emperor was, Fusu was informed by Shangshu Ling Zhao Gao that the emperor was practicing and should not be disturbed unless summoned.

Zhao Gao said with a smile: "The prince can go to the side hall to rest first. When the emperor finishes his training, I will report to the prince."

"In that case, it's time for you to write the order."

Fusu nodded, turned around and walked towards the side hall.

Looking at Fusu's leaving figure, a complicated look flashed in Zhao Gao's eyes.

He had a normal relationship with Fusu, and he even disliked the prince because of Hu Hai and Mengshi.

One emperor and one courtier.

Zhao Gao is now the right-hand man of the First Emperor and has access to the highest levels of power in the empire. When the First Emperor dies and the prince ascends the throne, he will be nothing.

But hate it, Zhao Gao now really hopes Fusu can dissuade the emperor from practicing.

In Zhao Gao's opinion, cultivating immortals was too illusory and far less intoxicating than the power that was so close at hand.

Even because Zhao Gao was only interested in power and had little desire for immortality, he sometimes felt that the various methods of cultivating immortals created by the alchemists might be deceptions.

If you are on the outside, you will naturally see things more clearly.

But unfortunately the emperor likes it.

Zhao Gao could only remain silent. He watched as the emperor fell into cultivating immortality day by day and pursued the path to immortality. Instead, the supreme power in his hands gradually fell into the hands of the prince and prime minister.

The emperor is not in a hurry.

He is so anxious.

The emperor no longer cared about state affairs, and Zhao Gaolian was deprived of his right to review memorials.

If this continues, won't he have to stand here every day for the rest of his life to guard the emperor's door?

This is not what Zhao Gao wants.

"I hope the emperor will stop practicing immortality and be as diligent as before!"

Zhao Gao turned around and looked hopefully at the closed door behind him.

In the palace, the warm sunlight shone in from the window, falling on the First Emperor who was meditating on the couch, and outlined streaks of gold on his black robe.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and took a long breath.

"turbid air."

The First Emperor stared at the sky, as if he could see the ethereal aura.

He shook his head, feeling the hunger in his stomach, and called out: "Zhao Gao, bring me some honey water."

"only."

After a while, Shangshu ordered Zhao Gao to bring a bowl of light yellow honey water.

The First Emperor drank it all in one gulp, and when he put down the bowl, he smacked his lips with unfinished content.

It's really uncomfortable to go without grains for three days and live on honey water.

He couldn't help but secretly thought: "I wonder what it would be like for the gods on Gushe Mountain to just breathe wind and drink dew all day long?"

Seeing that the First Emperor was calm after drinking the honey water, Zhao Gao took advantage of the situation to report the prince's request for an audience.

The First Emperor agreed.

After a while.

Prince Fusu walked into the palace, saluted the First Emperor on the couch and said, "My son, Fusu, pays homage to my father."

The First Emperor said calmly: "Why don't you follow the Prime Minister and others to learn how to handle government affairs? What are you doing here?"

Fusu trembled when he heard the voice of the First Emperor.

No longer full of vitality as before, there was a sense of weakness in the calmness.

He looked up and saw that the First Emperor in front of him didn't look very good.

Fusu's filial heart exploded and he couldn't bear it any longer. He cried out in sorrow: "Father, I have heard that sages never tire of fine food and fine meat. Also, as "Laozi" said, the sage has a belly but not an eye. It can be seen that since ancient times, food has been a major concern for people. Without food, people would have difficulty supporting themselves."

"Today, I heard that my father practiced the art of fasting. I didn't dare to say anything about this skill. But seeing that my father's voice and appearance were not as good as before, I felt very sad and frightened. I only hope that my father can eat and drink, and keep his body healthy. It’s important.”

With that said, Fusu begged the First Emperor Ji Prime Minister.

A look of anger flashed across the eyebrows of the First Emperor. He stood up from the couch and looked down at Fusu who was kneeling on the ground.

"That's unreasonable. I can do whatever I want. If I don't want to eat, I won't eat. You still want to control my diet?"

Fusu cried and said: "I don't dare. I am just worried about my father's health. I hope my father knows about my heart."

The First Emperor's face didn't look good.

He had been fasting for three days without eating a grain of rice. He was already very hungry.

It didn't matter when the surroundings were quiet, so he tolerated it as he got used to it, and now Fusu kept urging him to eat whenever he came.

Those sentences containing words about food and drink caused the First Emperor's body to have an instinctive reaction, and his hunger became more and more unbearable.

"I know what you mean, go down."

The First Emperor waved his hand, not wanting to discuss this topic with his son again.

Fusu looked at the impatient expression of the First Emperor and felt a little desperate.

Outside the palace, there was a sound of footsteps.

The minister ordered Zhao Gao to appear at the door.

"Your Majesty, the Taiwei Mansion has sent a frontline military report."

"Frontline military report?"

The First Emperor was startled, but when he came to his senses, he immediately said happily: "This is the news from Zhao Tuo, please bring it to me quickly!"

Fusu next to him was also attracted by his attention. He stopped leaving and his eyes fell on the memorial.

It must be very important news to be delivered directly from the Taiwei Mansion to the emperor.

The First Emperor couldn't wait to take the memorial from Zhao Gao, opened it, glanced at it, and laughed: "Okay, okay! You are worthy of my martial arts lord. He won the victory over Minyue in one battle, and won a country for me without giving up." I’m disappointed!”

"The martial arts lord has decided to conquer Minyue, I congratulate your majesty!"

Zhao Gao opened his mouth with a smile, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

It would be a great thing for him, Zhao Gao, for his little brother to make great achievements again, but that was a way out.

Fusu hurriedly said congratulations, also very excited.

Wugong Hou's attack on Minyue was so fast that it would only take a few years to conquer the remaining three hundred great countries. When the time comes when Marquis Wu Gong returns to the court, he will be able to help him.

Hearing the congratulations from Fusu and Zhao Gao, the first emperor's face was filled with joy.

The last time Tu Sui was defeated, he lost all face. Now Zhao Tuo helped him avenge his humiliation and regain Minyue in one year. This feeling made him happier than conquering a new piece of land.

When he became happy, especially when he laughed several times just now, the First Emperor, who had not eaten for three days, suddenly felt too weak.

He glanced at Fusu next to him and said: "Martial Lord pacified Minyue and wiped out the humiliation of the last year for our great Qin. This is a happy event for the country. I want to conquer the world. And hold a banquet in the palace..."

When he mentioned the word "hosting a banquet", the First Emperor paused for a moment, licked his lips, and then said: "I want the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty to congratulate the marquis for his martial arts achievements and celebrate this victory together."

Looking at Fusu, his face lit up with joy when he heard the word "banquet".

The First Emperor thought to himself: "After the banquet, I will stop eating and fasting. Eat first and then talk about it."