Chapter 3: Disaster gradually arises, no one is guarding the gate

Style: Fantasy Author: Ling ShilingWords: 1766Update Time: 24/02/20 17:27:46
The country dies.

Qin, one of the five hegemons today, was destroyed.

Died by foreigners.

The Marquis of Qin died in battle in the fiefdom of his ancestors.

Before this, Old Man Qingniu and Yin Wen didn't think that this should happen in front of them.

At least I never thought that the fall of the previous generation of overlords would be so close to me.

You know, when the Zhou Dynasty was first established and the world was divided, Qin was just a small country.

After that, he conquered all directions, expanded his territories, and gradually became stronger in national power, leading to the prestige of being the hegemon he is today.

As early as when he was still in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the old man Qing Niu who was responsible for recording historical materials even realized that the Qin State coveted the master of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

I think back then, he was still hinting to Emperor Zhou to take more precautions.

Now, even if he is still in Da Zhou, he is no longer needed.

"Let's go, let's go. It seems that you are not little people anymore. You may know more than a bad old man like me. Run away, run away. Run to the east."

Maybe I’ve talked too much, maybe I’ve rested enough. The old man leaned on his pole and walked forward with the flow of people.

Looking at the direction where the old man was walking away, Yin Wen shook his head and sighed: "He said that we know more than him. In fact, he knows more than us about many things now."

"Perhaps they just did it unintentionally, and it turned out to be a big mistake by coincidence." The old man Qing Niu said this abruptly.

"Sir, you mean... those foreigners?" Yin Wen was confused. Where is this?

"It's nothing, I just remembered some things from the past." The old man answered him calmly.

Yin Wen didn't speak again, but there was always a feeling in his heart - it couldn't be the mysterious man in linen robe that the gentleman was talking about just now.



In an unknown valley

The old man in linen robe stared intently at the chessboard that he usually didn't need to move for months, but in just a few days, he moved three chess pieces.

As readers may have expected, he had just finished moving the third one - moving the black chess piece on the left edge to the right.

Although this is only a small step, the black chess piece is closer to the white piece that moved to the left a few days ago!

The old man in linen robe felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat - not only could he not make a sound, he was also suffocating.

FD!



The streets were crowded with people in the past few days, but today there was no one.

The two walked out of a dilapidated house. Yin Wen helped the old man mount the green ox and headed east.

Yin Wen didn't know why the old man who was bent on traveling westward wanted to return, but this was a gentleman, a wise man, and a saint in his heart. He must have his own reason for doing this. Those who are disciples support him.

At this time, the two of them could already see Hangu Pass.

This is where the two of them started.

Now, they are back here again.

The old man rode the green bull forward slowly. For a moment, he looked back at his disciple: "Yin Wen, don't you regret accompanying your master for such a long journey?"

Yin Wen thought the teacher was testing him: "Why do you regret it? Yin Wen is willing to go up mountains of swords and seas of fire for your teacher."

The old man knew that Yin Wenhui was wrong, but he did not correct him. Instead, his face became more indifferent.

"There's going to be something very dangerous next, aren't you afraid?"

"The disciples will not be afraid if the teacher is here."

The old man shook his head and corrected himself: "You can't be afraid even if I'm not here. Now we have old bones to help you carry it. Maybe it will be up to you in a while."

Yin Wen didn't know what his husband was talking about, but he still agreed.

The cow stopped and turned around.

Standing against Hangu, looking towards the vast flat land.

The sun above our heads gradually tilted towards the west, making the shadows of the two people and the cow longer and longer.

As a disciple, I don’t know what the teacher is thinking, but what to do, in the teacher’s words, is: wait.

After about two hours, Yin Wen looked at the empty water jar and said to the teacher: "Sir, please wait here while the disciple fills you with some water."

"Go, go." The old man's face was still so calm. As for what he was thinking in his heart, only he himself knew.

Yin Wen held the jar and trotted towards Hangu Pass.

The gatekeepers greeted the old boss warmly, but Yin Wen saw the tired looks on the officers' faces and knew that it was the result of the inspection of the refugees a few days ago, so he didn't bother too much and thought about getting water. Just leave.

The general guarding the gate took out a horse from the military camp, handed the reins to Yin Wen, and reminded in a low voice: "Tell the old gentleman to come back quickly, the foreign army is coming to kill!"

"Seriously?" Yin Wen was shocked.

"Doctor, I have been guarding this level for many years. I consider myself to be no worse than those generals in the art of looking at energy. In front of me, there is a huge wave of popularity, about a thousand people. But I don't know what means were used. , I asked the scouts to look around some time ago, but I couldn't find them. But they are coming for Hangu! They will probably arrive in a few hours."

Oops! Yin Wen felt a chill in his heart. He got on his horse, but the general handed him a whip. He quickly rushed out of the pass with the water bottle in his hand.

"Sir, please hurry up and enter the customs. Foreign troops are coming to kill you!"

The old man Qingniu looked at the beacon fire burning at Hangu Pass and shook his head.

"That's too late."

"Sir, it's still too late to enter the customs. The general guarding the city has just used the qi-gazing technique, and the enemy will still have half a day to get here. And..."

"Yin Wen!"

The old man interrupted his apprentice's words.

Seeing the anxiety in his disciple's movements, the old man smiled and said: "What I mean when I say it's too late is that they are right in front of us now!"