Wei Yang stayed in the side house to prepare for his next meeting with Ying Quliang. Jing Jian did not stay in Huang's house, but returned to his small shabby courtyard.
Now he is a domestic history of Qin. Many times, every move represents Qin and Ying Quliang.
When doing things, you won’t be too casual.
Otherwise, where would Qin's face be?
After the two of them rested, Huang came to the study. At various times, Feng Zheng was also there, and Ji Linglong was pouring wine beside him.
"Old man Feng, what do you think of Wei Yang?"
Feng Zheng nodded, chuckled, and said: "As that student, he is naturally powerful. If Ying Quliang can trust and support Wei Yang, Qin may become stronger because of it."
Huang had long been accustomed to Feng Zheng calling Ying Quliang by his first name. People from these ancient clans were very proud. Even though he was the king of a country, they couldn't see it.
"Wei Yang's talents are no less than those of the Guigu disciples. He has learned a lot, but he is talented and intelligent and can be called a great talent in the world."
After pouring a cup of wine for Feng Zheng, Huang said, "Old man Feng, what do you say about the ruins of the Xiong family?"
At this time, Ji Linglong walked out of the study knowingly.
Feng Zheng looked at Huang and said with a deep smile: "Don't you know something about the secrets in the ruins of the Xiong family? Can't you guess it?"
"Some things actually happened and really exist, but most people don't know about them, so they mistakenly think them to be fabricated absurdities."
Having said this, Feng Zheng smiled and joked towards Huang, "If what I guessed is true, you have also obtained a special cultivation method, right?"
"With your current level of cultivation, I can easily kill you with just a snap of my fingers!"
"There are many secrets in this world that even the ancient clans cannot explore clearly, let alone you!"
Hearing this, Huang was surprised.
Before this, although he had speculations in his mind, he had never been able to get any actual cases to support his speculations. But what Feng Zheng said today completely shattered his worldview.
"So, Peng Zu's story is also true. He was good at the art of extending life and lived for eight hundred years?" Huang's tone was solemn. He thought of the boy at the wine stall he met and obtained the half-volume room technique.
"Taking yin and replenishing yang to strengthen one's body, Peng Zu's way is just a small way, even if it is a way to extend life, it is just a heretical way!" Feng Zheng sneered, his tone full of sleepiness.
It was obvious that he knew Peng Zu and looked down upon him.
"As far as I know, there have been rumors all over the world that the Xuanyuan clan of the Yellow Emperor and the Three Thousand Night Queens were able to ascend on the dragon. According to the legend, the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon is a skill in this area, right?"
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Huang Chao Feng Zheng had some doubts even though most of them agreed.
"Not all double-rest techniques are inferior. Peng Zu is also considered to be a little talented. He modified the double-rest technique to become a house technique."
"Using the technique of gathering yin and replenishing yang, he seeks longevity. This is the method he mastered to extend life."
Feng Zheng's chatterbox opened, and he did not coyly, but continued towards Huang: "You only have half a volume of Fangzhong Jutsu in your hands, so you better not practice it."
"The world has changed greatly, and the spiritual energy has dissipated. There is no room in this world for people who defy nature. The only way to go is to follow the trend of the times."
Hearing this, Huang nodded and did not refute. He just needed to get more information and then understand the world.
He doesn't want to change other people's perceptions. Everyone, especially every literate adult, has his or her own worldview and values.
After a chat with Feng Zheng, Huang got a lot of news. He knew in his heart that there were still monks in this world, but they were few and not very powerful.
At this time, he completely understood the disputes between gods and humans just as he had told Feng Zheng.
The silk books taken out from Dazheng Palace were all stored in Huang's secret room. After this period of study, most of them have been deciphered.
However, very few are useful.
When the Zheng Kingdom discovered the ruins of the Xiong Family, they must have been hidden or deliberately replaced.
However, from the clues, he still found some keys and some connections, especially about Zheng Guo's dominance over the princes.
After taking a sip of wine, Huang turned to Feng Zheng and said, "Old man Feng, who was the person who supported Duke Zheng Zhuang behind the scenes?"
Seeing that Feng Zheng was noncommittal, Huang added: "Old man Feng, the person who guided the founding of Zheng and chose the address for him, is he from an ancient clan, right?"
"And he is proficient in the art of feng shui and dragon hunting, but he is not very proficient in it..."
"You set up such a big plan, forcibly cutting off the fortune of the Zhou family, and grafting the dragon energy of the emperor of Zhou to Zheng, just to break through the ruins of the Xiong family, right?"
Feng Zheng's expression suddenly changed. Some things were secrets among the ancient clans. He only knew a little bit about them and heard the clan elders mention them.
Now that Huang said it like this, Feng Zheng felt frightened. For the first time, he became afraid of the young man in front of him.
With such young heroes serving as Qin's imperial advisors, and great talents like Wei Yang entering Qin, those people's plans for Qin will probably come to nothing.
"They got what they wanted, so Zheng Guo counterattacked and was defeated..."
Huang took a deep look at Feng Zheng: "Wei State, Qi State..."
After taking a big sip of wine, Feng Zheng smiled bitterly: "There are some things that you are too young to understand and you shouldn't interfere."
"If you are not in it, you will never know how majestic the mountain is. From the perspective of you, the Shangmo family is irrational."
"You are so smart. You should know that strength is easy to break. As a person, you must know how to restrain your sharp edges and know how to stay dormant..."
At this time, Feng Zheng was a little emotional. Over the past few days, Huang had been serving him with the highest standards, and the food and drinks were all the best.
Moreover, Huang's talent is astonishing, and he somewhat cherishes his talent.
"Before, I told you that regarding Emperor Xin, all the efforts of his country have been lost, not to mention that you are just a national teacher of the Qin State."
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Casting a glance at Feng Zheng, Huang said in a deep voice, "Thank you sir for your warning. I wish you could learn from me!"
He understood Feng Zheng's good intentions, but he never thought that offending the Mo family was because of his recklessness.
As the national advisor of the Qin State, he would use the power of Ying Quliang to clear obstacles for the Qin State and make it strong.
The most important thing is that if he wants to recover the strength of his previous life, wandering on the edge of life and death is the fastest way.
If he works behind closed doors, it will be too slow for him to regain his strength. You must know that once Wei Yang changes the law and kills wantonly, the Qin State and the Mohist Family will inevitably face each other.
It was only a matter of time before he faced off against the Mo family. The most important thing is that he wants to reach the highest level and pursue immortality. He is destined to meet the ancient clan.
He must become stronger as quickly as possible.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
