Rebirth of the supernatural sword emperor

The three people from Jiangnan stood there motionless. It is rare for modern people to give a big gift to someone they don't know. The divine right of kings has been despised by almost everyone in modern times.

"Humph!" A cold snort resounded through the hall, and a suffocating pressure swept over the three of them. Their breathing was stagnant, but they still stood up straight stubbornly and refused to kneel.

"Crazy!" The voice suddenly became furious, and the blood-red murderous aura enveloped the three of them with overwhelming pressure. Changsun Xin, who was the weakest, fainted instantly.

Sicheng Wending's face was pale, with large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks. He trembled with blue lips and wanted to say something to Jiang Nan, but he flew away directly.

Jiang Nan also felt uncomfortable. He felt like an invisible wall was oppressing him, trying to make him kneel down. Jiang Nan held a Tang knife in one hand, and pinched his palm with a clenched fist. Blood flowed from his fingers.

It seeped out and dripped on the stone slabs of the main hall. It was particularly dazzling.

"You are still as stubborn as ever, and you still refuse to kneel down after reincarnation!" The suffocating pressure in the field suddenly disappeared, and Jiang Nan, who returned to normal, was a little dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

The Nine Dragon Cauldron in the center of the hall slowly floated up, revealing the scenery behind it. On dozens of small steps made of gold, a cloud bed was placed in the middle of the hall, and a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe sat on it.

Lying on the cloud bed, he held a wine glass in one hand and looked at Jiangnan with a smile.

Wearing a black gilt dragon-patterned robe, he has a brave and resolute face, and a two-meter-long bronze sword hangs from his waist, which looks good.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and his free hand was suddenly raised forward to grab. Jiang Nan felt that breathing suddenly became difficult, and he was slowly lifted up.

"You are born with hair and skin, and you are blessed by your parents. No matter how much you blame me for cutting your hair, do you really hate me so much that you want to curse me to die?" The middle-aged man said coldly, and the temperature of the entire hall suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees.

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"My parents asked me to cut it, it's none of your business!" Jiang Nan said with difficulty, holding his hands on his neck.

"Your parents?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and Jiang Nan was thrown to the ground. Jiang Nan coughed loudly and breathed in fresh air.

"General, how long has it been?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at Meng Yi in the field.

"Thousands of years have passed since I returned to the king!" Meng Yi said with desolation in his words.

"A thousand years? It feels like I just took a nap. It has been so long?" the middle-aged man said calmly with a long sigh.

"Your Majesty, we still have hundreds of thousands of troops. If Your Majesty is determined to regain our Daqin River and Mountains, I am willing to lead troops forward for Your Majesty to command." Meng Yi said quickly and excitedly.

"If Gu wants to regain our great Qin, why wait for a thousand years! Who can stop Gu!" The middle-aged man said domineeringly with a wave of his hand, but his tone was full of loneliness, "I can defeat this country, but I can't hold it, that's all.

, that’s all, do you know who Gu is?” The middle-aged man looked towards Jiangnan.

A slight smile appeared on Jiang Nan's pale face. He tapped the Tang Dao in his hand on the stone slab and said softly but clearly: "You have already made it so clear. If I can't guess anymore, wouldn't it appear that I am ignorant?

During the Warring States Period, he fought for hegemony, swept across the six kingdoms, and unified the first emperor, King Qin Yingzheng!"

"Haha, the First Emperor? After being passed down for hundreds of generations, Gu has not been forgotten by others!" Qin Shihuang laughed loudly.

"The tyranny of Qin and the death of the second generation cannot be regarded as lasting fame!" Jiang Nan said disdainfully.

"Tyranny! Gu has swept through the six countries in ten years and is so powerful that it shakes the world. Can the hearts of the six countries lean towards Gu? Although Qin is strong, if the six countries unite and rise, the world will be in war and chaos, and the law will be respected in troubled times. You don't know!" Qin Shihuang's eyes

After a while, he said in a cold voice.

"Blind tyranny will definitely cause a backlash, otherwise we will not die in the second generation!" Jiang Nanqiang said, holding on to his body.

"Don't you know that Gu is strong and soft at the same time! And it is the next crown prince who is left behind to benevolent to the world! With both power and grace, even if the next crown prince is incompetent, he can ensure that our country of Qin will continue! It's a pity that Gu controls the world, but

I have no ability to teach my descendants, haha, God will destroy our Qin Dynasty!" The middle-aged man laughed up to the sky, and there was indescribable desolation and sadness in his laughter.

"Burning books and harassing Confucians, recruiting hundreds of thousands of migrant workers to build the Great Wall, leading to the loss of life. You must have done all this by yourself!" Jiang Nan continued to argue forcefully.

"The Great Wall must be repaired. The Autumn people in the north are strong and will become a formidable enemy. Prepare for a rainy day. Since I want to be a villain, I will do it to the end. As for burning books and humiliating Confucians, the rebels should be killed! Do you have any questions?" Qin Shihuang said.

When the matter of burning books and entrapping Confucius was revealed, a hint of complexity flashed through his cold eyes as he stared at Jiangnan.

Jiang Nan shrugged and said nonchalantly: "It's been a thousand years. Right or wrong depends on the judgment of future generations. I only believe in what I think is right or wrong!"

"Humph, you are still as stubborn as ever! Forget it, you two go to the side hall with me!" Qin Shihuang was about to teach Jiang Nan a lesson but remembered something, waved his hand and said to Jiang Nan and Meng Yi, minding his own business.

Walk towards the back of the hall.

Meng Yi stood up, looked at Jiangnan, and said: "Since the king has said so, I think this minister is overly worried. Don't blame me, sir!"

Jiang Nan didn't care either, he cupped his hands and said, "General, don't worry, Jiang Nan is not a cautious person!"

Meng Yi moved his lips and wanted to say something, but he sighed deeply and followed the First Emperor.

"Did I say something wrong?" Jiang Nan put down his hand inexplicably and thought suspiciously. He looked at the two people who had passed out. They were sleeping soundly. It seemed that what Qin Shihuang did was very impeccable!

Jiang Nan was so eaten up that he shook his head and followed.

The three of them walked to the back of the main hall, and Jiang Nan felt his eyes suddenly light up. Two rows of dozens of huge luminous pearls hung high on the ceiling, and countless bookshelves were lined up in four rows as far as the eye could see.

"Isn't it said that burning books alone entraps scholars? All the books that were originally going to be burned are here." Qin Shihuang raised his finger and pointed to the bamboo slips on the bookshelf.

"Then why?" Jiang Nan said with some confusion.

Qin Shihuang waved his robe and sighed: "History is written by the winner. Who is right and who is wrong, the winner has the final say! Just like the orthodoxy of our great Qin world, it is ridiculous!"

Jiang Nan walked to a bookshelf, picked up a bamboo slip and opened it. He found that he could not understand the words on it. He frowned and then realized that the slips were written in the Spring and Autumn Period and Qin Dynasty. It was normal that he could not understand it.

The Spring and Autumn Period was the transition period from slavery to feudalism in China. Although China had almost escaped from barbarism, some things were still slightly preserved, such as writing. Because there was no paper, books were engraved on bamboo slips, and writing was more hieroglyphic.

"All the schools of thought, which one do you study?" Qin Shihuang walked to Jiangnan and took out a scroll of bamboo slips and said calmly.

Jiang Nan thought for a while and said somewhat impressively: "There is Confucianism and Mohism."