I will live forever in the martial arts world

Fifteen days flew by.

At noon.

The common people watched the mighty procession like a long dragon heading towards the altar. The king's procession was rubbing shoulders with each other, and the general's chariots were driving against each other, marching in front of the king...

At the same time, an envoy's vehicle from the State of Qin stopped at a place.

In the car, a young man in white clothes followed the flow of people outside the car curtain, observing the movements of the people in Xinzheng City, and whispered to himself: "Gai Nie, tell me, is there really anyone in the world who can control the wind and rain?"

No one in South Korea dared to treat Qin's envoys lightly, but no one expected that this young man in white would pretend to be an envoy from Qin and secretly come to the King of Qin in Xinzheng City.

Gai Nie followed Ying Zheng like a shadow and replied calmly: "The alchemist said that it has existed in ancient and modern times, but most of it is illusory."

"What if this person can really do it?"

Ying Zheng's red phoenix eyes narrowed and condensed:

"Doesn't that mean that Korea is blessed by God? Protected by gods? Will it become the biggest threat to our Great Qin?"

Gai Nie thought on the spot and said, "Your Majesty... what do you mean, Master?"

Ying Zheng said: "You can tell at a glance, keep up with these people."

…

At the Prime Minister's house.

Zhang Liang woke up faintly on the bed. When he woke up, he learned that he had been in a coma for fifteen days.

"On the 15th?"

He turned pale and asked hurriedly:

"What about grandpa, has the rain prayer started yet?"

The servant replied: "Today is the day when An Shenxian prays for rain. The king has summoned all the civil and military officials and they are already at the altar for rain. The Prime Minister also set off early."

"What? No, hurry up, help me up..."

The servants only saw Mr. Liang put on his clothes in a panic, and rushed out of the door.

Out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Zhang Liangzhong was anxious: "The death of South Korea ten years later in the Book of Heaven may have been caused today. I must find the person who can stop everything as soon as possible. Perhaps, the fate of South Korea can be changed..."

Knowing that there would be a price to pay for reading the Heavenly Book, he still continued to ask:

"That person...where is he now?"

Zilanxuan.

People are rarer than ever.

"Today is the day when Mr. Fang Xiandao Anqi prays for rain. Mr. Guigu, aren't you going to watch it live?" Zi Nu served Jiang Taiyi a cup of tea.

Jiang Taiyi stood in front of the attic window and could see the flow of people in the entire Xinzheng City rushing towards the altar. He smiled softly and said, "It's the same from here."

Just at this time.

A young boy's voice came from below the Zilan Pavilion, shouting: "Please let me in."

After hearing the sound, Zi Nu came to the stairs and saw a teenage boy with delicate eyebrows and a jade-like temperament. He was about to enter Zi Lan Pavilion. Cai Die stopped him at the door and said with a sweet smile:

"Isn't this a good young master from Prime Minister Zhang's house? You are so young and you come to our Zilan Pavilion to play. Do you have enough capital?"

Normally, Zhang Liang wouldn't be able to stand this kind of verbal teasing, and his face would turn red. But at this time, he knelt down directly at the door of Zilanxuan, looked into the Zilanxuan, and kowtowed sincerely:

"Boy Zhang Liang, please see Mr. Guigu, please save me from Korea!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he kowtowed his head.

Zi Nu was slightly surprised. Although Mr. Guigu temporarily lived in Zilanxuan after coming to South Korea, this matter was not a secret among South Korean senior officials, but it was not something that this teenager, who was only in his teens, could know.

Please ask Mr. Guigu to save South Korea? Where did this begin? !

Her beautiful eyes flickered, guessing something.

Zhang Liang was still kowtowing outside Zilan Pavilion: "Please come see Mr. Guigu!"

Jiang Taiyi came out.

"Are you the young man who was attracted by Huang Shigong?"

At a glance, he also recognized the young boy who was picking up Huang Shigong's shoes on the bridge that day.

When Zhang Liang saw the person who asked to see him coming out, he hurriedly saluted again: "Young man Zhang Liang, I have seen..."

Jiang Taiyi smiled and said: "No need to be so polite. What did you just say, let me save you in South Korea? What do you mean?"

Zhang Liang glanced at the altar, feeling anxious in his heart and not caring about anything else, he said: "I'd like to ask senior to stop An Qisheng's sacrifice rain and save South Korea..."

Although there are not many people in Zilanxuan, there are still some.

After hearing Zhang Liang's completely deviant words, everyone was shocked and glared.

Praying for rain is clearly a way to save South Korea. To relieve the drought for the people, how can it turn into sabotaging praying for rain, which is the way to save South Korea? Has the prime minister’s grandson lost his mind? !

Zi Nu was thoughtful.

Jiang Taiyi also looked at Zhang Liang with a deep look and said: "You are a teenager, you can say these words, let alone Jiang and you have any friendship in Korea, why should I help you? Furthermore, How do you know I can stop this rain?"

Zhang Liang was struggling with his head, Tianji predicted, how could he tell this matter so easily? Moreover, even if he said it, would others believe it...

He didn't know.

Jiang Taiyi's eyes had already seen something vaguely through Zhang Liang's appearance. He asked in a calm voice, "Can't you answer my question?"

Zhang Liang's face turned pale.

Why help him? He also subconsciously ignored this question. He just saw the answer in the heavenly book and looked for it.

After all, he was just a teenager and didn't think too much about it.

The atmosphere became stiff in Zilanxuan.

But at this moment, Jiang Taiyi looked towards the altar with emotion, and suddenly raised his eyebrows:

"Han Fei's side? That's... Zheng'er? Nie'er? Why are they here..."

…

Han Fei, dressed in purple, was standing in a corner outside the altar. He had just returned to his country yesterday. Although he was the ninth son of King Han who had returned from a study tour, his return did not cause any turmoil in the Korean court. No one cares at all.

Only the Prime Minister came over to say hello to him just now.

Watching him leave with open eyes, Han Fei's eyes fell on his father in the attic and Ji Wuye beside his father. He said to himself: "My father is fatuous, Ji Wuye is ambitious, and all the ministers in the court are also... They are all mediocre and incompetent people, but they actually believe the words of a group of alchemists..."

He stood there and murmured:

"How can the fate of the country be left to illusory things?"

at this time.

He didn't notice that not far from him, there was a young man in white and a young man with disheveled hair, standing there observing her.

"That person?" Ying Zheng said, "Is it Han Fei?"

Gai Nie looked at Han Fei and said calmly: "One of Xunzi's two most proud disciples once used his 'Legalist ideals' to fight against the Confucian scholars in Songhai Xiaoshengxian Village. However, not only was he not reprimanded, he was also criticized by Xunzi. He admires him and thinks that his ideas are theories that can change the times in the future and that he has talents beyond Shang Yang. He just returned to Xinzheng from Songhai not long ago, but currently he has no status in South Korea."

"We, the Qin Dynasty, got to where we are today only after the reform. Although Lord Shang is dead, he still uses Lord Shang's methods after his death. Xun Kuang actually said that he has talents that surpass Lord Shang?"

Ying Zheng observed the young man in purple and said calmly:

"It seems that the decision to leave Xianyang this time was right. Otherwise, how would I know that South Korea, the weakest among the seven countries, not only has people who claim to be able to control the wind and rain, but also has such a Legalist genius?"

Calling for the wind and rain? !

He looked towards the altar. He wanted to see how a mortal could control the wind and rain. !

There is more than one person holding this idea.

At this time, on the pavilion stand far away from the altar, General Ji Wuye leaned on his sword and glanced at King Han, as well as Song Wuji and other hundreds of white-clothed alchemists on the altar who were walking on the Yubu, and thought in his mind:

"An Qisheng, let me, General, see how capable you are!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of the drums on the altar has a hint of ancient charm, as if it comes from ancient times.

Then.

The court musicians played the ancient poem "Zheng Feng·Feng Yu" from the Book of Songs.

The wind and rain are miserable, the rooster crows and crows...

The wind and rain are blowing, the rooster crows...

The wind and rain are like darkness, and the rooster crows endlessly...

…

Song Wuji, as the leader of the Fangxian Taoist alchemists, was dressed in white feathers and performed ancient sacrificial dances on the altar. Dances and drums, as well as the ancient Zheng Feng, seemed to have magical power, making tens of thousands of people around the altar feel happy. They all calmed down.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, people seem to be able to hear their own hearts in the ancient sacrificial dance music.

suddenly.

In the midst of this extremely ancient dance music, the celestial phenomena changed, and Song Wuji raised his voice to the sky and shouted:

"God bless South Korea. If you want God's blessing, King Qin should be sacrificed to God. When someone comes, Ying Zheng should be brought to the altar as soon as possible."

The sound was not loud, but it was driven by the great master-level Qi in his body and spread to all directions, so that tens of thousands of people here could hear it clearly.

Sacrifice?

King Qin Yingzheng? ! !

What's the meaning?

Even the civil and military officials in the Korean stands, including the King of Han, stood up and said in silence:

"Qin Wang Yingzheng, what is he shouting?"

South Korea is a small country, how dare you say such arrogant words and sacrifice King Qin, the most powerful among the seven countries?

Not to mention that King Qin Yingzheng was currently thousands of miles away in Xianyang Palace!

How to send it to the altar!

If Qin knew about this, they would probably attack immediately.

However...

All the civil and military officials in Korea could not have imagined that after Song Wuji's words, many Korean soldiers, as well as masters from Fang Xiandao and Yemu Organization, rushed towards a corner near the altar to kill!

A noble young man in white clothes stood there.

Suddenly, he was exposed to everyone’s sight!