Huang and Feng Zheng communicated in a seemingly harmonious atmosphere, but both of them had something to hide. Their positions were different, and it was inevitable to test each other.
In particular, Huang thought of some things, such as the large-scale purge of warlocks and the burning of books during the First Emperor's reign.
He had reason to suspect that these people also had plans for the Qin State, but there were capable people in the Qin State's court, and the kings of the past dynasties were all outstanding people, and they completed the final counterattack.
However, the price is that the whole line of the Ying surname will be extinct, and the fate of the Qin Dynasty for thousands of years will be lost in one day.
Now that he is a native of Qin, he is also a master of the Qin State. His interests are tied to Qin, and it is inevitable to guard against Old Man Feng.
"Wild boy, I have already given everything I should teach you to you. Now I no longer have the ability to teach you."
Feng Zheng took a sip of wine and said meaningfully to Huang, "In this case, I won't stay..."
Hearing this, Huang laughed.
"Old man Feng, the original deal between me and Feng Yuheng was that you had to stay with me for one year. Now that you are gone, it is the ancient Feng family that has broken its trust with me, the national master of a small country."
Huang glanced at Feng Zheng: "As the saying goes, if there is an old man in the family, it is like having a treasure. You should stay with me when you are old, and I will take care of you until you die..."
Rolling his eyes at Huang, Feng Zheng said: "Who are you scolding? You are dead, and I am still alive in this world!"
"Who knows!"
Huang actually knew that what Feng Zheng said made sense. He was from the Feng family, and he had special secret skills. He had inherited them for many years and came from ancient times. Some methods of extending life were too easy.
The night was dark, and Huang Xin was moved. He got up and walked out of the study, practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, feeling relieved.
Feng Zheng stood in front of the window, looking at the young men whirling around in the courtyard, and couldn't help but have a thought, which he then extinguished.
The Feng family's inheritance cannot be spread outside, otherwise, not only Huang, but also he will be in danger, and it may even involve the young master Feng Yuheng.
"Oh, what a young prodigy, with such a proud body, it is impossible for him to join my Feng family. Otherwise, it would be good to teach him one of his skills."
Feng Zheng knew that it was impossible for a proud and proud young man like Xiang Huang to marry into the Feng family. Even if he married into the Feng family, he would get a lot of things.
He could see that Huang had actually blazed a new path based on the barbaric martial arts. This road was full of killing and indomitable.
Such a person can be called a young genius, with a high spirit and will never be humiliated.
The moonlight fell on the world, reflecting the cold light on the blade. Feng Zheng could clearly feel the aura on Huang's body getting stronger and stronger.
Huang once learned many sword skills, sword skills, spear skills, etc. He integrated them together and finally formed a complete set of sword skills.
nameless.
The Tai Chi inner elixir breathing method is operating, the pores all over the body are dilated, and the internal energy is generated by itself. At this moment, Huang Jing is full of energy and energy, and has entered the late stage of dark energy.
'call'
After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Huang put away his sword and stood up, feeling the feeling of entering the late stage of dark strength, and the vitality in his body was self-generating and getting stronger.
In front of the study window, Feng Zheng frowned. He looked at Huang's sword skills, which were refined over time and were born to kill people.
This is a person full of anger.
Huang was only fourteen years old and already had such terrifying hostility. After a few years, it will become even more terrifying when it takes full force.
However, it is understandable to think that Huang has been in the army for two years, fighting constantly, and has such a violent spirit and murderous intention.
"Perhaps this is the reason why the young men in the clan lack the perseverance to move forward. Without experiencing a life-and-death struggle, any trial will be a little worse."
Turning his head and glancing at Feng Zheng in front of the window, Huang put away the Great Qin Dragon Bird and walked into the bedroom.
…
The next day.
After Huang finished his martial arts training and was eating, Wei Yang arrived again, saluted Huang and said, "Excuse me, the master, Yang Yang wants to see Duke Qin."
"Brother Yang, there is no need to be polite. Wait until I finish eating..."
Before Huang finished speaking, he saw Master Ziche rushing over, saluting Huang and saying, "Master, there is a man who claims to be from the Mo family. He comes from the headquarters of the Mo family. On Mozi's order, he came here to see the master."
Glancing at Wei Yang, Huang nodded: "Tell him that I have something to do and ask him to come back in three days."
"promise."
Master Ziche turned around and left. Wei Yang looked at Huang and stopped talking. Huang smiled and stood up: "Brother Yang, don't say anything else. Let's enter the palace!"
"But the Mo family..."
"Haha, the Mo family is fine. No matter what Old Mozi means, he is not here in person." Huang said nonchalantly.
"Thank you."
At this time, Wei Yang was moved, but he had never been a person who was good at expressing himself. He liked to do rather than say.
"Red clothes prepare the car!"
…
A moment later, Huang and Wei Yang came to the political affairs hall of Yueyang Palace. At this moment, only Ying Quliang and Ying Qian, Qianlong Du Zhi and others were not present in the political affairs hall.
"Your Majesty, General!" Huang greeted with a smile and walked into the political hall.
"National Master." Ying Quliang and Ying Qian returned the greetings respectively.
Wei Yang walked into the political hall and saluted Ying Quliang: "Wei Yang has met Duke Qin."
"Sir, you are polite!" Ying Quliang returned the courtesy quickly, even more solemnly than before.
Wei Yang nodded, and finally turned to Ying Qian: "Wei Yang has met the general."
Ying Qian saluted: "Sir, there is no need to be polite. Ying Qian has met you before."
After everyone sat down, Uncle Hei poured warm wine for everyone and retreated. Ying Quliang just turned to Wei Yang and said: "Sir, you are talented. Although what you said before is not suitable for the Qin country, our Qin country respects the virtuous."
"I also respect talented people. Qu Liang would like to ask Mr. to be the director of the Talent Recruitment Office, with the same position as a doctor. I wonder if Mr. can give in?"
Ying Quliang was the first to speak, just to provoke Wei Yang. He no longer wanted to listen to kingly morals, he wanted to listen to the true art of strengthening a country.
Taking a sip of warm wine, Wei Yang stared at the long case and let out a long sigh.
"The Wei River is surging and the river is wide. Why did the Qin Dynasty occupy the Wei River for hundreds of years and lose the advantage of fish and salt shipping?"
Wei Yang looked directly at Ying Quliang and said: "The homeland of Qin is flat and irrigated by the Wei River. It can be said to be thousands of miles of fertile wilderness, which is rare in the world. Why is Qin desolate and poor in harvest, and the country is poor and the people are poor?"
…
At this moment, the silence in the political hall was terrifying, Ying Quliang and Ying Qian looked ugly, and Wei Yang's words were like a knife stabbing into the heart.
Although Ying Quliang felt uncomfortable, he also knew that what Wei Yang said was the problem he thought about day and night and couldn't get what he asked for.
"Sir, continue!"
Wei Yang nodded, not paying attention to Ying Qian and Huang's silence, and continued to ask Ying Quliang.
"Wei Yang visited Qin in March and saw that the people of Qin were brave and simple. In the battle of Shaoliang, the Qin soldiers fell to the ground with arrows in their chests. The martial arts can be said to be deeply rooted in the government and the public."
"However, Qin has been established for hundreds of years. Why does it still not have an elite army that is sure to conquer and win in battle?"
Facing Wei Yang's three consecutive questions, the political hall became completely quiet.
They were more or less aware of these issues, but they were not as straightforward as Wei Yang analyzed them.
…
"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.
