The villain system of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty

(PS the group number of the first group is 376279280, the group number of the second group is 446758253)

"Where did that three-bear kid go?"

In the dark night, Ying Ziyi chased after him along the axis of the carriage, only to see an abandoned carriage and the bodies of several Mohist disciples. "People from quicksand?"

Ying Ziyi looked at the broken wood of the carriage scattered on the ground, as if it had been smashed by a giant object. Ying Ziyi searched the area, and following the corpses and blood stains of the Mohist disciples, he walked some distance forward and found that at the bend of the mountain road, there were traces of a fight, as well as Gao Yue, a lolita with her hair tied in a bun. The ribbon happened to hang on a protruding stone and was not blown away by the wind.

Ying Ziyi looked down at the scene below. Although the moonlight was bright, it was pitch black under the mountain and he couldn't see anything.

I'll go, I won't see you for a while, these three naughty kids won't just fall off the cliff, right?

Although each protagonist has cheats, there will definitely be no problems after falling off the cliff. However, thinking of Xichu Bapang's heavy weight and the chicken drumstick Ming knew how to eat, Ying Ziyi always felt uneasy.

It was almost dawn at this time. Ying Ziyi explored the cliff and found that there was a sea of ​​bamboo under the mountain path.

The wind blew gently, accompanied by the refreshing fragrance of bamboo, and at this time, a ray of light had already risen from the sky. As far as the eye can see, the tentacles stretch far and wide. The location ordered by Ying Ziyi was still some distance from the place where the incident occurred.

Ying Ziyi searched all the way, but saw a scene that surprised him.

One of the Four Heavenly Kings of Quicksand, the former number one strongman in Korea, Wushuanggui, fell to the ground like this. Although he is made of copper and iron, the height of the cliff is nothing to worry about. At this moment, the corpse of the Wushuang Ghost was so bloody that he was probably not even qualified to be made into a Wushuang.

Ying Ziyi couldn't help but cover his head with his hands, "Sure enough, the protagonist still has a halo."

Although Wushuang Ghost is the weakest among the Four Heavenly Kings of Quicksand, he only has so little strength. He neither has the ultimate move of summoning wolves like Cang Wolf King, nor does he have Bai Feng's ability to conduct amphibious operations in the air, let alone Chi Lian is an all-rounder who is proficient in pharmacology and hypnosis, but he also has excellent external skills.

Under normal circumstances, opponents like Chicken Leg Ming and Xi Chu Ba Pang can only be called three-legged cats. Let alone three, even if there are thirty, they are not the opponents of Wushuang Ghost.

However, now that the bloody scene is in front of him, Wushuang Ghost still has not escaped his fate. Apart from the halo of the protagonist, Ying Ziyi can't think of any other explanation.

Ying Ziyi searched nearby, but found no trace of anyone else. It seems that after the fight, only Wushuanggui fell down from above.

What a sad fate! Is this the result of opposing the decent protagonist? Before Ying Ziyi left, he glanced at Wushuang Ghost and sighed. Being a villain is a very dangerous profession.

"Where have these three naughty kids gone?" Ying Ziyi murmured.

……..

"How are things going?"

On the cliff, Uncle Zhuang stood with his sword.

"Wushuang Ghost is dead, and the whereabouts of the three children are unknown."

Chi Lian walked up quietly, but her eyes were not on Wei Zhuang, the man she loved most. At this moment in Wei Zhuang, a man in Confucian attire stood next to him, standing in the wind with a graceful posture, like a woman.

Chi Lian was very familiar with this figure. Even without seeing him in person, Chi Lian had already guessed who this person was? It was Zhang Liang, one of the few friends she had in Korea at that time, the third leader of Confucianism.

"Trash." Wei Zhuang said softly, without any emotion in his tone.

"The weak die and the strong live. Only the strongest can control their own destiny. Do you still think this way now?"

"Endless life and death, endless choices, this is the way of Zongheng. It's the same whether it's me or you." Wei Zhuang said.

"The world has been unified, and the old order has disappeared. In this new era, Ying Zheng has arranged his own position for everyone. All people only need to live according to his wishes, no matter you It’s still me, it’s all the same.” Zhang Liang said calmly.

"I originally thought that you had hid in the little Confucian Sage Village and had completely given up on the past. Now it seems that the ovary is still the ovary." Wei Zhuang smiled, seemingly very happy.

"Everyone has his own unique mark. You can't forget it just because you want to." Zhang Liang turned his head slightly, glanced at Chi Lian, nodded and said, "Your Highness Honglian."

"Honglian has died long ago, and now only Chi Lian is there." Even at this moment, Honglian's heart was ups and downs, but the face of this charming woman was indifferent.

It's not like the tenderness when facing Wei Zhuang, not like the coquettish charm when facing the enemy, nor the cruelty and severity when dealing with the quicksand companions. When treating Zhang Liang, there was no extraneous expression on the woman's face.

Zhang Liang turned around and saw a sea of ​​bamboo stretching far away from the cliff. Green and tall, just like a gentleman. Zhang Liang exhaled softly and sighed: "The dead are like a river, and they don't give up day and night."

"It seems that becoming a weapon of the empire is not the original intention of Liusha?"

"No, to be precise, Liusha is not working for Ying Zheng, but Prince Qin Ying Ziyi." Wei Zhuang glanced at Zhang Liang. When he talked about Ying Ziyi, Zhang Liang's eyes trembled slightly. .

Wei Zhuang knew what Zhang Liang was thinking and said, "There is a rumor circulating in the world that Confucian Fu Nian has pledged his allegiance to Prince Qin at this moment. Is this true?"

Zhang Liang nodded and said: "That's right. At this moment, the second senior brother Yan Lu has led a group of great scholars to the land of Baiyue to educate the local people."

Wei Zhuang sneered disdainfully: "Chivalrous people use martial arts to break the law, and Confucianism uses literature to break the law. These self-proclaimed chivalrous people are the biggest source of chaos in the country. When Han Fei founded Wuzhi, he established Liusha precisely to implement the art of knowledge. Rape, the concept of ending punishment with punishment. But it seems that someone has found a better way to deal with these people at this time."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Liang looked at Wei Zhuang and frowned slightly.

"Promote kingship, tame barbarians, and spread Confucian teachings everywhere. Is there anything more exciting to the so-called Confucians than this? Even in a place where plague is rampant, those pretentious people will abandon their homes and careers. And left. Prince Qin gave them this opportunity, and kept these Confucian scholars who were clamoring for the restoration of the old system away from the center of the whirlpool, saving a lot of trouble. Ying Ziyi's methods are really brilliant." Wei Zhuang said. As a political strategist, Wei Zhuang's methods and ideas are similar to those of Han Fei, a Legalist. This is why Wei Zhuang, who has always been arrogant, can work closely with him. From the bottom of his heart, Wei Zhuang was annoyed by those so-called Confucians and Mo Xia.

"If the city is shut down this time, the two major sources of chaos he mentioned will dissipate, and the empire's rule will be more stable." As a Confucian, Zhang Liang said with some self-deprecation.

"Qin's ruling talent in Yingzheng is indeed as stable as Mount Tai. Are you here this time also for the matter of Guancheng?" Wei Zhuang asked.

"Do you know?" Zhang Liang asked.

"No matter what the Mo family giant said beforehand, in my opinion, Guancheng is already a dead city."

"How can I see it?"

"Because their opponent is Ying Ziyi."

"You seem to have a high opinion of him?"

"You should know this very well. Fu Nian, who has always been known for his stubbornness, turned to the prince of Qin. Doesn't this explain the problem?" Wei Zhuang turned his head and looked at the scenery in the distance and said.

Even though Zhang Liang didn't want to admit it, he was not optimistic about the defense of the government city this time. Even Daliang, known as the strongest city in the world, was eventually breached, wasn't it? The city's defenses are strong and can withstand a temporary enemy, but it cannot withstand a lifetime. On the battlefield, the most powerful thing is not the crossbow tip and thick armor, but the conspiracy and tricks that make the enemy unable to guard against it.

The Mo family's organ city is well-known, and both the empire and the Qin forces are fully aware of this. But it is precisely because of knowing this that the empire is even less likely to attack the government city as the Mohists expected. This is exactly the principle of going up to attack the enemy, and going down to attack the city. What's more, the Prince of Qin, Ying Ziyi, who is known for his despicable and cunning character, would he let his soldiers attack a well-defended city at any cost?

"Whether it's you or me, in the eyes of outsiders at this moment, we can all be said to be Ying Ziyi's people. Unexpectedly, after so many years, we still have some similarities." Wei Zhuang said with a smile, his white hair blowing in the wind. .

"This joke is not funny at all." Zhang Liang said.

"So now, what are your plans? Are you going to attend this meeting called by the Mohist giant? You should know that once your affairs in Guancheng are found out by Ying Ziyi's net, it will bring endless consequences to you and Confucianism. scourge.”

"I understand." Zhang Liang said helplessly, a trace of loneliness flashed across the pretty woman's face. Even if the Mohist giant believed him and still extended the invitation, Zhang Liang could not just blatantly walk into the government city for the sake of Confucianism. Because from the beginning, Zhang Liang was not optimistic about the Mo family's action.

The wind blew gently, bringing with it the sound of bamboo leaves rustling. There was a period of silence between Zhang Liang and Wei Zhuang.

At this moment, six striking sword intents soared into the sky, heading straight towards the cliff without any cover. The three people on the cliff instantly became wary.

"Who is it at this time?" Zhang Liang asked Wei Zhuang with a hint of confusion.

"Ying Ziyi's snare, old friend. As a disciple of Confucianism, Zifang, you don't have to worry anymore." Wei Zhuang said with a chuckle.

Six Sword Slaves walked out from behind the mountain, but what surprised Wei Zhuang and the others was that a young man followed behind them.

It's Ying Ziyi!

Wei Zhuang's hawk-like eyes stared at Ying Ziyi, but he didn't expect that he had arrived here quietly.

"Mr. Wei Zhuang, long time no see." Ying Ziyi smiled and glanced at Zhang Liang, "This is Zhang Liang, the third leader of Confucianism, Zhang Zifang!"

The young man's smile was gentle, but Zhang Liang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.