Qin Dynasty snare people

Is it a good thing to destroy all schools of thought?

For a king, this is naturally a good thing.

Eight hundred years of Spring and Autumn Period.

In the past eight hundred years, there has never been a collision between various schools of thought. They displayed their talents, but the feudal states continued to fight. Military strategists, political strategists, famous scholars, Confucianists, etc. all played important roles in it. Even farmers and Mohists, The same is true. Even now that Qin has unified the world, there are still shadows of various schools of thought behind it.

The Yin Yang family was betted on Qin more than twenty years ago to help it dominate the world.

Hundreds of schools of thought are never loyal to one country. They will choose their master in troubled times and compete for the name of the world.

Especially those talented people, they will become the source of turmoil in the country.

"Ying Zheng?"

Xiang Liang's face condensed slightly when he heard Fan Zeng's words, and he said slowly: "I don't know what his thoughts are, but King Yueyang is very decisive."

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, Xiang Liang felt extremely desperate. An indescribable feeling of powerlessness enveloped his whole body, making him wonder what he should do next. Could it be that he just waited for the opportunity?

According to the current development trend of the empire, in five to ten years, the Six Nations will never have any chance.

The prerequisite for restoring the country is that the world is in chaos. Only in this way can soldiers and talents be recruited. But now, there is no such opportunity.

"Uncle, what should we do next?"

Shao Yu looked at Xiang Liang with red eyes, suppressing the grief in his heart, and asked.

Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng looked at each other, and both saw the power in each other's eyes. Farmers are our first opportunity. Whether or not that opportunity is available, we seem to have no choice but to wait for the empire to give us the opportunity. But will the empire give us that opportunity? ?

Unless Yingzheng dies and the empire's King Yueyang rebels.

Think of that.

Fan Zeng looked at Hua Ying and asked, "What is the response to the news that will be spread in the next few days?"

"It was very intense. Although peasant disciples were used, the empire's response was not very fast. It quickly suppressed the spread of the news and banned folk rumors. Now even if no one knows about those things, they still dare to talk less."

Hua Ying shook her head, a look of helplessness flashed through her eyes, and she said in a serious voice.

The First Emperor died and the land was divided.

That matter can make a good fuss, but the empire is simply giving opportunities, especially the newspapers published by the empire, the news channels are far better than ours. Even if the action is small, it will be targeted by the empire. During this period, Many farm disciples were arrested.

"That road seems to be open."

Fan Zengzhong sighed, this kind of strategy is the right way after all, and it mainly depends on whether Luo Yan and Ying Zheng trust each other.

Xiang Liang pondered for a moment, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "We don't want to do anything for now, let's see what the farmer does next."

Huaying and Jibu nodded.

…

Farmhouse, Eight Immortals Tomb.

When Luo Yan and others arrived, the area was already surrounded by the personal guards following the Qin army, blocking all important roads.

Luo Yan looked up at the night sky, "The moon and stars are sparse, the night is wrong tonight~"

Wang Li on the side scanned Qi Zhou, frowning, and looked at Luo Yan with some confusion: "Where are the fireworks he mentioned?"

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

Luo Yan shook Wang Li's hand, comforted him, and looked at the nearby Tomb of the Eight Immortals. It has a unique shape. There is a huge statue carved at the back. This should be the ancestor of the farmer. It is a sacred place for farmers. In the past, except for Xiakui, who was not qualified to enter, the rest were allowed to enter.

Violators will be severely punished and may even be beaten to death on the spot by the Eighth Elder.

You can see the longevity here.

It is even extremely possible that some secrets of the farm family are hidden inside the mountain.

However, Luo Yan was not interested in those things.

"Inform Wanyi to finish."

Luo Yan's eyes flashed slightly and he said calmly.

Mo Ya in front of him responded and sent someone to inform the Qin army to work.

"Qin Army? This imperial general?"

Wang Li looked at Luo Yan with some interest. The other party was sleeping at night, so he dragged you outside to watch the so-called fireworks, and even called Qin Jun. The fireworks were obviously abnormal.

Luo Yan nodded and said with a smile: "There is always a need for no one to set off fireworks~"

Let a general of the empire set off fireworks?

Wang Li felt that it was outrageous, but he lost some interest and stood quietly beside Luo Yan, waiting for the fireworks in Luo Yan's mouth.

Didn't keep you waiting long.

After about a moment of burning incense, there was no movement in the direction of the Eight Immortals Tomb.

Above the night.

Nearly a hundred spheres with thin flame tails turned into a graceful arc and fell towards the mountain of the Eight Immortals Tomb. As they fell, a brilliant fire suddenly bloomed, and accompanied by the roar of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the entire Eight Immortals Tomb was covered. Covered in flames, the flames soared into the sky.

Luo Yan turned to look at Wan Yi. His beautiful face became more and more attractive in the firelight. With a little force, I pulled Wang Li into my arms, put my arms around your waist, and laughed loudly in his ear. Said: "King Zhou You plays with the princes with beacon fire. Tonight, you can try it too."

Wang Li leaned in Luo Yan's arms and looked at the flames blooming nearby. A moment ago, he tilted his head and looked at Luo Yan: "You are my dear."

"He is your Wang Li."

Luo Yan looked at Wang Li affectionately and said seriously.

"Boom~"

In the long run, the statue of the Patriarch behind the Eight Immortals Tomb was vulnerable to bombardment, and its head broke off and fell, hitting the ground heavily.

Luo Yan ignored it and raised his head to kiss Wang Li's lips.

Right now.

In the cave of the Eight Immortals Tomb, eight figures suddenly burst out, each erupting with a weak momentum. The eight people formed a formation and used the farmer's secret skill, Dize Seventy-Seven, each standing in a corner, but when we used our secret skill, a small amount of cannonballs were When it came over, the soldier leader, one of the eight minor elders, rose into the air, swung the giant sword in his hand, and unleashed a domineering sword energy, intercepting all the shells in an instant.

"Boom!"

Dozens of cannonballs exploded in mid-air, and the aftermath of the explosion forced the soldier in, staggering a few steps forward.

The Medicine King raised his hand to support me, and a surge of internal energy surged in, calming the soldier's boiling blood.

Several people looked at Xiaojun nearby with solemn expressions.

"Calendar Master!"

Xiaomeng recognized the armor style of the Hundred Battles Armor-Piercing Soldier, and said in a warm voice. At the same time, there was a flash of doubt in his eyes. He understood how Master Li could come to that place, where are the people from the Eighth Hall of the Nongjia?

If the farmer's family was destroyed, how could there be any disciples from the farmer's family here to inform him?

Now, the small army of the Qin State is surrounding the Eight Immortals Tomb, which may have cut off our way of survival.

The eight of them were all veterans over fifty years old. They could judge the situation in front of them in an instant just by using words.

"You wait to clear the way for him, but the only one who has no chance of killing him is Zhong Gong!"

The soldier master held the heavy sword in his hand, glanced at Xiao Meng, then looked at the elder Li Shi, and said in a deep voice.

"good!"

Do you agree with Wan Yi? We are retreating here. In addition to improving our own cultivation, we are also protecting the inheritance of the farm family. We don’t know what will happen to the farm family in the current situation, but all eight of us can definitely die. That aside.

The remaining seven people said nothing, headed by the soldier leader, and rushed towards Wan Yi to clear the way for Wan Yi.

"Formation!"

The two generals of Jackal shouted loudly, and nearly a thousand armor-piercing soldiers formed a formation for seven weeks. Finally, they landed along the heavy shield, and they lined up in a chaotic manner to block the road. Their sharp robes were draped underneath them, like hedgehogs. The soldiers in front opened the large magic machine one after another. Crossbows, countless crossbow arrows were fired at the eight people, like white rain, densely packed.

The soldier leader and Yu Tu stood at the back, not stingy with their own inner energy. They fired out their sword energy and palm power one after another to hit the incoming crossbow arrows.

But as a result, the eight people were suspected of being restrained.

"brush!"

Eight large and small crossbow arrows, as thick as an adult's arm, were shot out, covering the eight people in a square shape.

"Stop!"

Tu Yu suddenly took a step back, roared loudly, stepped into a horse stance, slapped his palms out, and made two real palm prints, which actually directly broke the crossbow arrows fired by eight crossbows.

"Ha~"

A warm smile appeared on Qin Jun's lips when he saw that scene.

Hundreds of large crossbow arrows were shot out from the broken crossbow arrow. They were slender and rough, covering the eight people for seven weeks.

The last moment, it exploded!

Continuous roars sounded, and the ammunition that bombarded the Eight Immortals Tomb was terrifying, but it could not hold up the mortal bodies of eight people. In those days, except for the ceremony and the twin ghosts who were unable to withstand gunpowder, the rest of them, No matter how weak it is, it can still withstand the bombardment of gunpowder, especially at close range.

Just the burning of the flames was painful.

In that wave, the eight people were half-disabled. The leader Yu's arms were broken directly, and his back half was burnt white. He could see he was breathing, and Wan Yi's last round of arrow rain covered them again, which was basically inflicted on the eight people. A chance for people to breathe.

"Walk!"

The soldier leader roared loudly, raised his sword and charged towards Master Li. All the energy in his body surged out, his sword intent boiled, and a huge sword energy of nearly ten feet burst out of the air.

"boom!"

The terrifying sword energy directly tore apart the shield at the rear of Master Li.

The soldier was exhausted and knelt down, struggling to support his body with his long sword. With that sword, I used all I had.

Xiao Meng and others rushed into it very decisively without any firmness. As soon as we retreated, we were greeted by Li Shi's spears. Do they have any tricks? A simple back stab. The key is that the number is too small. Yao Wang waved his long sword to stop him, and formed a formation with Yao Wang and others to create an opportunity for Xiaomeng to break out.

"Want to run away? Then let them run away, and you won't have the face to see King Yueyang!"

Qin Jun watched the old guys working hard and snorted.

With the command of the Qin army, the military formation ended its transformation, like a small hand surrounding the seven people. The military formation suppressed the seven people's land of seventy-seven, blocking the seven people's influence on the power of heaven and earth. At the same time, the seven people were suppressed. All the way forward is cut off.

After a moment, Yao Wang took the lead to resist, but when he was exhausted, he was stabbed with a spear and made a hole, turning into a human form.

There was one more person, and the remaining eight people were even worse. The power of Dize Seventy-Seven was sharply reduced.

Several people could not resist Master Li's siege and fell one after another on Master Li's spear. Is there any possibility of breaking out? Even though Wan Yi is the best at heavy kung fu, the road for seven weeks was full of Master Li. No matter where he moves his steps, how can he block the attack from Master Li?

You can jump into the sky, but if you do so, you will become a living target.

What's more, several people were bombarded by divine machine crossbows later, and there were no injuries under their bodies. With or without help, the eight people could only have one ending, and they could only think about breaking out.

Luo Yan noticed that things seemed to be starting up above, and he continued to taste Wang Li's softness. He smiled and said softly: "Let's go up and have a look."

"Are those his fireworks?"

Wan Yi stared at Luo Yan with her beautiful eyes, her clear and warm tone was not angry, and she seemed to feel that she had been deceived by Luo Yan.

What kind of fireworks were they? It was an explosive event, and the people it dealt with were eight dead farmers.

It's still good enough to surpass eight people.

It's a pity that the formation of eight people was completely defeated by the military formation, especially before one of the eight people was bombarded to death. No matter how perfect the formation was, how could it withstand the encirclement and killing of Master Li.

"Will you kiss me again?"

Luo Yan blinked, then raised his head and planned to take another bite.

Wang Li stretched out his hand to cover Luo Yan's mouth. You finally understood. The guy behind you was mainly here to kill these eight old guys tonight. "Let's go slowly."

Do you have anything to say? Although you were deceived by Luo Yan, you were still angry on the inside. Instead, you were kissed by Luo Yan and felt a little overwhelmed.

As a man, being with the woman you like, even if you are in a daze, is enjoyable.

There are no words to say.

Preference~

…

When Luo Yan arrived at the Eight Immortals Tomb, the flames under the Qizhou Mountain were still burning, and thick smoke was billowing across the topography of the Eight Immortals Tomb. He was worried that the fire would turn into a mountain fire and at least eight people would be destroyed. The Xian Tomb was burned in seven weeks.

As for the eight elders of the farmhouse, they were lying on the ground in a miserable state of death, arranged in a rather chaotic manner.

"Have you checked outside?"

Luo Yan glanced at the corpses of several people, then raised his head towards the cave and asked.

Qin Jun nodded and said in a deep voice: "People have been sent to check the cave. Except for a few murals outside, there are other ordinary things. There are also some ordinary items under the eight people!"

Referred to as Yiqiongqibai.

So poor?

Luo Yan looked at the clothes under the eight people and couldn't help but mutter in his heart. I think the peasant family is very similar to the beggar gang outside the martial arts. The only difference is that the peasant family begs for food and is self-sufficient. They live a less dignified life. .

"Go back and take a look."

Luo Yan smiled at Wang Li with the attitude of coming as he came.

Whether Wang Li agrees or not, you are just accompanying Luo Yan, and what you do does not seem to be important.

The group retreated into the cave.

The rock wall inside the cave is full of cracks, and the original location of the ventilation opening has been blocked. The layout of the cave can only be seen through torches. The rock wall inside is reddish brown, and there are eight murals in the innermost part, which seems to be Corresponds to the eight halls of the farmhouse.

"Those murals should have been left by Shennong, the founder of the farm family."

Wang Li walked over with Luo Yan, looked at the long murals involving the human body, and said in a serious voice.

The ancestors were still powerful... Luo Yan looked at one of the murals that involved the various internal organs of the human body, and he couldn't help but sigh heavily, thinking that no one would study that stuff in that era.

It's a pity that only a few can understand the things left by our ancestors.