As the army advanced, tens of thousands of people followed the army step by step, most of them looking excited. Since ancient times, legends about immortals and elixirs have been widely circulated, but no one has ever seen them, so it is impossible to determine whether they are true or false.
Today, as luck would have it, a fairy mountain fell from the sky. Just imagine, the fairy mountains have appeared, can the elixir be far behind? Who doesn’t want to take a chance? Maybe there is an elixir falling from the fairy mountain, and let yourself realize it. That wish of immortality.
In ancient times, there was Peng Zu, who lived for eight hundred years and was envied by countless people. And these eight hundred years are just an insignificant moment in the long history.
Immortality, such an alluring word, no matter how high and lofty your emperor or nobles are, after a few decades, it will be nothing more than a handful of loess. As long as I live forever, I will be at ease, sitting back and watching the world.
Thinking of this, countless eager eyes stared closely at the high mountains in the sky that blocked the bright sun. Unless there was a disaster, no one would take the initiative to leave.
The marching Qin Emperor Yingzheng was reported by the guards, and a hint of coldness flashed in his expression. As the best person in the world, he has no habit of sharing with others.
"Drive them back to Xianyang. Those who don't obey will be killed!"
This cold order was conveyed through the guards, and soon, a group of soldiers in black armor, which could not be seen beyond the horizon, rolled over tens of thousands of people in a neat formation. Although there were only a few hundred people, during the march, the momentum of thousands of people was generated.
"Your Majesty has an order to return to Xianyang. Anyone who doesn't obey will be killed!"
"Your Majesty has an order to return to Xianyang. Anyone who doesn't obey will be killed!"
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Tens of thousands of warlike and brave people of the Three Qin Dynasty had already learned to obey the royal authority after hundreds of years of training in Shang Jun's methods. Seeing His Majesty's anger, the fire of desire that was burning in his heart was extinguished on the spot, and he retreated unwillingly.
However, at any time, the Chinese people always want to take advantage of the situation. Some people take the opportunity to hide in the woods or grass aside, or take a detour to the floating fairy mountain.
These people soon became tragic, because there were some mysterious people hiding in the woods, grass, and around. These people were dressed in strange clothes and wore masks, which were exactly the same as the mysterious people who sent messages to Xianyang Palace. If Chu Feng were here, he would definitely say that this is not the personal bodyguard of Emperor Qin Yingzheng, the shadow secret guards who follow him everywhere and kill decisively.
After the killing was over, these shadow guards continued to hide quietly around the army, acting as silent gods of death.
Hundreds of Qin troops who had completed their expulsion mission trotted back to the army.
In the afternoon, at the beginning of the Shen Dynasty, Emperor Qin Yingzheng, Prime Minister Li Si, and General Meng Tian led an army of 50,000 to a vast wilderness. Directly above was the Fairy Mountain that was many times larger than the entire Xianyang City.
Even though Ying Zheng's heart was as solid as ice, seeing this scene, he was also shocked and speechless for a long time.
General Meng Tian on one side cast an inquiring look at Ying Zheng. After receiving the agreement, he loudly said to the sky: "The common ruler of the world, the First Emperor is here, please come to see the immortal."
What answered Mengtian was deathly silence.
Meng Tian thought for a while, picked up the command flag, and waved it several times with special gestures.
The messenger quickly conveyed the order, and soon fifty thousand people came together in unison with a deafening voice.
"The common master of the world, the First Emperor is here, please come and see me."
"The common master of the world, the First Emperor is here, please come and see me."
"The common master of the world, the First Emperor is here, please come and see me."
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With so many people and such a loud voice, the immortals on the Immortal Mountain should have heard it, but there was still no movement. Meng Tian had no choice but to plead guilty to Ying Zheng.
"I can't invite the immortal, so I ask your Majesty to punish the sin."
Ying Zheng didn't speak. He raised his head and looked at the bottom of the vast fairy mountain above for a long time before saying: "I will go back first and leave five thousand people to guard this place. You will lead it."
This order was quickly passed on, and five thousand people came out. Then the front army turned into the rear army, and the rear army turned into the front army. The mountains roared and the tsunami moved away.
Meng Tian, who stayed where he was, kept issuing orders to set up isolation zones within dozens of miles around to prevent ordinary people from approaching.
On the second day, a large number of alchemists came to the foot of the fairy mountain, prepared the altar, and prepared three animal sacrifices. After struggling for a day, there was no movement on the fairy mountain. Ying Zheng, who was observing from a distance, left disappointed.
On the third day, the five elders of the Yin-Yang family came and each used magic spells in the hope of getting in touch with the immortal, but to no avail. This time, Ying Zheng did not appear.
At midnight on the fourth day, a gloomy and strange man wearing a black mask and a black robe appeared, looking at the sky without saying a word for a long time.
At noon on the fifth day, the sky was blue, and the loser's people came and tried to explore the fairy mountain with a trap bat, but when they got close to the fairy mountain, they turned into powder. The public loser paid his respects three times and fled in despair.
On the sixth day, at night, Xianyang City was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, and then an unparalleled yin energy emitted from the Fairy Mountain and met the dark clouds, and heavy snow like goose feathers fell from the sky.
In the early morning, the snow was already more than a foot thick.
On a street near the east gate of Xianyang, a strange thing happened. An old man with white beard and hair, wearing a yin and yang robe, was lying on his side on the ground. There was no snow within a foot of his body.
This unusual incident attracted many people to watch.
Soon, the nearby snow was cleared, and someone tried to wake the old man up, but failed.
Just when everyone was about to report to the official, a man with a mole on his face pushed everyone away and walked out. When he came to the old man, the man reached down with a pair of thick and hairy arms and shouted: "You are pretending to be a ghost, get up!"
The old man's body remained motionless, but the man's face turned red.
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Half an hour later, Ying Zheng, who came from Xianyang Palace after hearing the news, saw a scene that shocked him. On the long street, eight strong oxen were each tied with ropes and pulling in one direction. At the other end of the rope, an old man with white hair and beard remained motionless, like a boulder weighing hundreds of thousands of kilograms.
"Your Majesty is here!"
Following the soldiers' angry shouts, people on the long street fell to their knees.
Ying Zheng walked forward at a striding pace and looked at the old man lying on the ground, his eyes full of suspicion.
Suddenly, the rope broke, and the old man lying motionless turned into a paper man, floating in the air, burning bit by bit, and ten large golden characters emerged.
"The ancestor dragon, after death, the land is divided, and when he is born, Qin Cun"
Ying Zheng muttered these words in a low voice, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked up to the sky.
I saw the vast floating fairy mountain coming to Xianyang City, and a white-painted staircase stretched down.
