"Weizhuang?"
In Zhao Prison, a slightly doubtful voice sounded.
Wei Zhuang's body was covered with shackles, and the power of Ruanjin Powder kept flowing through his body. Even raising his eyelids was extremely laborious.
Even he, the best killer in the world, underestimated Liu Bai's cautious ability.
An all-round prison cell made of fine steel, a three-person dosage of soft muscle powder, plus those shackles.
Wei Zhuang didn't know whether to be grateful that Liu Bai valued him so much, or to scold this man in his heart for being shameless.
"It's pointless to talk too much. Now that Wei Zhuang has fallen into your hands, I will kill you at will."
"But I, Wei Zhuang, will not recognize Liu Bai's name as 'Sword Master' even if I die!"
Wei Zhuang spent a lot of energy to say these two words from his mouth.
He is really angry!
How come there are such people? The word swordsman was completely tainted by Liu Bai!
The sky-burning fire formation and the rain of arrows actually have the nerve to give it the title of "Severing the Sky and Drawing the Sword Technique"!
"So, you are indeed Wei Zhuang."
When the visitor heard Wei Zhuang's words, he also confirmed his identity: "My grandfather told you before."
"Your master's sword was broken by my grandfather."
After saying these words, Wei Zhuang sneered: "The old man's flying pincer sword is my Guigu sword, and it has always been passed down only to future generations, Guiguzi."
"It broke once, and that was also the Jixia Sword Master Cao..."
Suddenly, Wei Zhuang's face showed surprise: "Is your grandfather Cao Qiudao?"
Looking at the young man in front of him, he has a simple and honest face, which is vaguely similar to that of the old man who beat himself with a broom until he was seriously injured and escaped late that night.
In this way...
Unexpectedly, the young man shook his head: "My name is Chen Ying, and my grandfather's name is Chen Daoming. He is the old housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion."
After saying this, Wei Zhuang did not continue speaking, but took a deep look at Chen Ying.
It is expected that Cao Qiudao is hiding his name.
But yes, if the identity of the majestic Jixia Sword Master is exposed, the Qin army will not be able to track it down day and night?
Even Liu Bai's identity as prime minister was extremely difficult to preserve, so he might as well just hide his name.
In an instant, Wei Zhuang had completely blamed Liu Bai for this incident.
Only this shameless guy would do the despicable trick of letting a generation of sword masters hide their names, and then shamelessly call himself the 'Sword Master'.
"Uh... Actually, my coming here tonight is not for other reasons."
"My grandfather told me that if your master comes here and wants to cause trouble, just tell your master that the ultimate swordsmanship is in the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"Now that Mr. Guigu is not here, you, Wei Zhuang, are the descendants of Guigu. I thought it would be okay to tell you."
Chen Ying said.
He was honest and didn't do any tricks. He just told what his grandfather told him honestly.
However,
After saying these words, Wei Zhuang's expression suddenly changed!
The method of the sword master?
Is it the inheritance of Cao Qiudao, the swordsman of his kingdom?
impossible!
Cao Qiudao was the best swordsman in the world in the past, but he was defeated by a mysterious man's sword. From then on, he was no longer known as a sword master.
When I saw Cao Qiudao that day, he was holding a broom and looked like he no longer regarded himself as a sword master.
He Wei Zhuang has been obsessed with swords since he was a child, and he expected that a swordsman like Cao Qiudao would be the same as him.
Even if you lose, you won't have the face to say that your sword is the sword master's method!
In this case...could it be that in the Prime Minister's Mansion...
Wei Zhuang's face was full of hesitation, suspicion, and surprise.
Being able to be accepted as a disciple by King Guiguzi, Wei Zhuang's character is naturally not bad, but he just followed a stubborn path.
Now that he heard "The Perfect Sword" from Chen Ying's mouth, he felt like his whole body was being bitten by thousands of ants.
Chen Ying didn't notice the change in the expression on Wei Zhuang's face, he just turned around and prepared to leave.
After taking two steps, he paused, remembering the young master's instructions, and said, "By the way, the young master said, if Wei Zhuang is willing to hand over Han Feizi's remains, I can let you die more happily."
"The people of Qin searched all over the world and couldn't find it, so they must have hidden it well."
"If you don't make friends with Wei Zhuang, then let your friend Han Feizi's life's hard work be destroyed forever with Wei Zhuang."
After saying that, Chen Ying walked out of Zhao Prison.
Looking at Chen Ying's figure, Wei Zhuang was dumbfounded.
Liu Bai... didn't even bother to recruit people?
Die quickly, is this the condition given by Liu Bai?
....
Late at night, in the residence of General Wang, after hearing the report from the Qin camp warriors who followed Liu Bai, Wang Jian's body was trembling slightly!
The mighty Qin Dynasty has three thousand cavalry, and he, Liu Bai, actually wants to come over as a 'guard'?
Also, the thing in the earthen pot has the power to burn the sky and will not be extinguished when exposed to water. What kind of weapon is this?
Angry and funny!
This is Wang Jian's mentality now.
"That's all, no one is perfect!"
Finally, Wang Jian let out a long sigh.
Suddenly, he regretted a little. Why did Liu Bai send him directly to the front line with a wave of his hand when he reported the new ordnance?
This makes Wang Jian feel a little itchy now.
Siege warfare has always been a millstone of human flesh! But this earthen jar of black oil seems to be an absolute weapon!
....
The next day, the sun began to shine, and the entire Xianyang City began to "artificially" praise last night's feat of "Liu Xiangyi's sword gleaming against the nineteen states".
However, no one among the common people spoke to this kind of 'praising'. Instead, they paid more attention to the Immortal Master's Mansion.
"Hey, have you heard? Now the Jinyi Guards, the Daqin City Supervisor, and the Xianyang Mansion have all sent people to protect the Immortal Master's Mansion!"
"Of course I've heard of it! This is an immortal master! Yesterday, the strong man got some immortal blood and went straight to the top of his life. I was sitting in the house thinking about it for a long time last night, whether I should go and try it out Woolen cloth!"
"Fortunately, you just wanted to break in. The Xianyang government office arrested several people who broke in last night. Tsk, tsk, tsk, they will be sentenced to ten years in prison and three thousand miles of exile."
"Oh my god, is it so amazing?"
"I think...this thing should be enjoyed by His Majesty!"
"...."
Rumors spread,
Compared to 'Liu Bai Martial Arts', 'Immortal' is obviously more topical.
Jiao Cao looked embarrassed after publicizing the fruitless Juxian Hall, not knowing how to report this matter to Liu Xiang.
In fact, he also felt that this was nothing to promote.
...
In the Xianyang Palace, Liu Bai looked so proud that he had won the battle, which made many generals twitch at the corners of their mouths.
Since Prime Minister Liu led the army, he has achieved remarkable results!
Thirty thousand beat seven thousand, and the cavalry beat the commoners.
Three thousand people were beaten one by one, and an arrow array was used, and they were beaten in the military camp.
Last night it was another one of three thousand, and they could see the fire in the canyon on the eastern outskirts of Xianyang from such a distance.
no...
Liu Xiang, how can you be so calm?
However, Liu Bai turned a blind eye to these glances.
If they don't make others jealous, they are mediocre. They are just envious and jealous of their true victory record!
Li Si looked at Liu Bai's appearance and resisted the urge to scold him.
This guy was not only a disgrace to the military generals of Great Qin, but even Li Si wanted to kick Liu Bai out of the civil service.
"Hundred officials enter the palace!"
Finally, a sharp clarion call ended the torture of many civil servants and generals.
