Chapter 29: Ying Zheng: After years of seeking immortality, he is finally on the verge of becoming an immortal!
The day the convoy left, the sky was cloudless. The morning light filtered through the dewdrops on the leaves, reflecting clear and colorful waves, as if covering the grass and trees along the way with a layer of gauze.
The magistrate of Shanfu County came with a group of officials of all ranks to see him off, and some common people followed at a distance behind.
"These are the carpenters and their families who have been taught by Master Mo Ge recently, as well as the common people who have been blessed by the immortals. They are grateful for the kindness of Your Majesty and the immortal master, and have come to see them off," the county magistrate explained.
According to the regulations, it would be difficult to approve the travel of so many people, but since he had flattered the emperor and hit the horse's leg, he wanted to earn some points in his impression, so he allowed them to see him off.
The common people did not come near, but stood far away, bowing their heads and bowing to the imperial carriage.
In the past, the King of Qi surrendered to the State of Qin, but was tricked into a desolate forest and starved to death. When the news got out, the people of Qi became resentful and became less obedient.
Ying Zheng's eastern tour this time, in addition to offering sacrifices to the gods at Mount Tai, also had the intention of intimidating others.
He didn't expect that just a casual word or a casual action could make so many people let go of their resentment and admire him.
Even though the First Emperor never cared about outside opinions, he couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene.
The convoy started slowly, and Ying Zheng only withdrew his gaze when all the people who saw him off gradually shrank into a black dot and slowly disappeared at the end of his sight.
"Is this what fellow Daoist meant by 'people's will'?"
Wei Shengxue leaned against the car window to look at the scenery. When she heard the words, she turned around. The jade tassels on her head made a slight crisp sound, and her clear eyes were filled with smiles. "Are you very happy?"
"They are the most simple people. As long as you treat them a little bit and give them a bite to eat, they will work hard and follow you forever."
The Qin state adhered to Legalist thought and, starting with Shang Yang's reforms, employed the Five Tactics of Controlling the People: "Uniting the People, Weakening the People, Exhausting the People, Humiliating the People, and Impoverishing the People." Their primary purpose was to keep the people ignorant, treating them not as human beings but as tools for the state's power.
Tools do not need thoughts; as the supreme and noble king, he does not need the gratitude of the people.
But... Ying Zheng touched his chest, his heart beating strongly, swelling with unbridled joy.
This feeling seems pretty good.
The convoy moved forward slowly, the wheels raised a light dust, which was suppressed by a flash of spiritual power. It was the talisman that Weishengxue had pasted on the carriage that was taking effect.
The six-passenger carriage was quite spacious, enough to accommodate two tables.
The two sat across from each other, each busy with their own work.
Wei Shengxue took out a thick stack of white paper and sighed, then sighed again.
"Ahhh, why did I agree to copy the medical book for Doctor Xia? There are so many words."
"Tong'er, is there a version with fewer words? It's over 700,000 words, I can copy it till I die."
[The Barefoot Doctor's Manual has been verified by numerous systems and hosts. Based on user feedback from various hosts, this system has analyzed and determined it to be the most suitable medical book for Daqin's current situation.]
[The others are either less comprehensive or more complex and difficult to understand. Overall, this one offers the best value for money.] The system paused, then added, [The same goes for copying books.]
You don’t have to choose whether to copy one book or many books.
Wei Shengxue sighed again, picked up the pen with resignation, wrote the title of the book on the first page as the cover, left a few pages as the table of contents, and began to copy the first chapter [How to Prevent Disease].
I stopped writing as soon as I wrote the title, thought for a moment, took another piece of paper, and wrote down [Chapter 8 Diagnosis and Treatment of Common Symptoms].
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Shengxue put down her pen. All the white paper she had taken out from the system space had been used up. The dignified and neat handwriting was written on it, with the horizontal and vertical lines straight and clear.
She breathed a sigh of relief, having finally finished copying three sections. According to the progress, she would be able to finish copying this chapter in three or four days and would have been able to report to Doctor Xia.
"Is this the writing of your hometown? It's quite clear and concise."
Wei Shengxue:???
Wei Shengxue:!!!
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to her, and like a rusty machine, she lowered her head to look at the medical book she had copied, and then turned her head to look at the bamboo slips in Ying Zheng's hand with a creaking sound.
One character is square with sharp edges, while the other has curved lines and a round shape. The difference between the two is visible to the naked eye.
The furthest distance in this world is not between birds and fish, nor between life and death, but between me using Song font and you using small seal script.
Hehehehehe…
The faint snow slowly, slowly cracked.
"ah!"
She let out a wail and slammed her head on the table with a thud.
In order to avoid misreading, she abandoned her usual daily font and used the clear and concise Song font instead. The result...
She forgot that the seal script was used here!
This news is like creating a miracle with a pen and a lamp the day before school starts, only to find out the next day that you took the wrong homework book during the holiday and what you wrote was not the holiday homework you were required to hand in.
I'm not crazy! I'm in good spirits!
(Screaming) (Twisting) (Crawling in the dark) (Making everyone fly) (Roaring) (Wriggling) (Laughing strangely)
His mental state made Ying Zheng retreat tactically.
After a long moment, he looked at the man who seemed to be growing mushrooms in the corner, and tentatively said, "The characters written by Daoist friend seem quite similar to Qin seal characters."
resemblance!
Similar = Faster Learning
brush!
Wei Shengxue raised her head suddenly, so quickly that people couldn't help but worry about her neck.
She looked at Ying Zheng with burning eyes and a smile on her face: "Doctor Xia is passionate about medicine. I think he won't mind overcoming a little difficulty." She stretched out her thumb and index finger, making an almost invisible gap.
A little bit~
Ying Zheng picked up a piece of paper that she had just thrown away. The words on it were barely recognizable, and compared with the official script, he could even read it haltingly. What he had just said was not a lie to her.
This square and dignified font looks like a further developed variant of official script.
From the large seal script popular among the Zhou royal family and the vassal states, to the small seal script that he ordered Li Si to organize and create, to the official script that was used privately but was extremely popular.
The overall trend is from curved to straight, from round to square. Perhaps with further development, it will really become as the immortal wrote.
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng curled his lips slightly.
So ugly.
My small seal script is still the best looking.
However, it is much faster to write. It would be better to let all officials learn this font, so that they can reply to memorials much faster and handle more government affairs.
Ying Zheng's thoughts wandered aimlessly, but soon returned to government affairs.
…
When Wei Shengxue finally copied out dozens of pages, and had enough to show off;
After Xia Wuqie finished reading those chapters haltingly with the help of the font comparison chart that came with it,
When the accompanying civil and military officials had all learned the new font thoroughly,
The convoy finally arrived in Pengcheng.
Ying Zheng took Wei Shengxue on the dragon boat.
“This is Surabaya.”
"The Yuzhou Ding, one of the Nine Dings, is located beneath the Sishui River."
"In the past, the Nine Cauldrons returned to Qin, but one fell into the water. The world was full of Taoism, and Qin's desire to conquer the world was against the will of Heaven. Now that the world has been completely restored to Qin, the Nine Cauldrons should be treated the same way."
…
The entire convoy was very busy, busy setting up a defense circle, busy preparing for the sacrificial ceremony, and busy investigating the situation in Pengcheng.
Everyone was busy, so Wei Shengxue seemed to have nothing to do.
Ying Zheng was afraid that she would be bored, so he sent doctors and palace attendants to tell her history.
Dayu's flood control and casting of the Nine Cauldrons, the struggles of dozens of generations of Qin people, and the wars in which Qin conquered the six kingdoms...
The speaker was very passionate and emotional, but she almost fell asleep while listening.
As an outsider, she had no preconceived emotions or stance towards the Qin Dynasty. She simply treated the history of Qin's struggle as a story, a story told by a very boring storyteller.
After listening for two days, she could no longer sit still and ran to the Si Shui River with a fishing rod to fish.
"Master, you didn't bring your bait."
"No, I have my own."
Wei Shengxue found a secluded corner, hung a trace of spiritual power on the fish hook, threw it into the water, and then left it alone.
After all, she didn't really want to go fishing, she just wanted to find an excuse to run away and avoid the doctor who looked like a history teacher.
She closed her eyes slightly, released her spiritual sense, and searched along the Sishui River. The three-legged round tripod, engraved with mountains, rivers, plants, the sun, the moon, and rivers, was so large and so iconic, it should be easy to find.
After a while, Weishengxue opened her eyes.
Not found.
She was a little confused but didn't take it to heart. She just took a quick look. It was normal that it was far away or sunk deep and just avoided her search.
Just then, the line started to twitch, and a fish took the bait. She put this little incident aside. Seeing the sky was dark, she realized that the doctor must have left, so she went back with the only fish she had caught.
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Two days later.
The auspicious day calculated by the diviner is suitable for offering sacrifices.
Drums and music sounded, and firecrackers exploded.
The "explosives" developed by the alchemists some time ago, which have little killing power but make a very loud noise, were also introduced and became part of the background music.
Firecrackers in this era were made from real bamboo, which was burned to create the crackling sound. They were commonly used during festivals and sacrificial ceremonies to celebrate and welcome the gods, and also to ward off evil spirits.
So, it’s really choking near the Si Shui River now.
Wei Shengxue stood far away, watching the thick smoke billowing over there, and silently added another layer to the spiritual energy shield.
Soldiers stood guard on both sides, and the Qin warriors in black clothes and black armor held spears, with the sharp tips reflecting a cold and dazzling light in the sunlight, adding a bit of sharpness to this lively sacrificial ceremony.
The ritual officials and priests followed behind with offerings in their hands.
On both sides of the river were officials from the nearby county town and prominent local clans.
When a group of people wearing armor, with their hair tied in buns, and looking very imposing entered the venue, Wei Shengxue raised her eyebrows slightly: "Oh, there is also a guard of honor."
The ceremonial officer, Feng Chang, stood under the built altar with a high and melodious voice. A little to the side, there was a ceremonial band holding various musical instruments. A drum that was two people tall was particularly eye-catching.
Boom——!
The sacrifice begins.
Wei Shengxue came over lightly with a tap of her toes.
She doesn't need to do anything, the main thing is to participate.
After several rounds of sacrifices, they went into the water to look for the tripod.
At the beginning, Ying Zheng did not ask her to take action.
People at that time believed that there was a river god in the Si River, so it was really rude to let another god go to a colleague's house to search.
But one day, two days, three days...
Thousands of people entered Sishui and searched for more than ten days but still found nothing.
Even Ying Zheng, who was known for his composure, couldn't help but feel annoyed.
He had searched for the Nine Cauldrons with great fanfare, expending countless manpower, material resources, and financial resources, yet had found nothing. If word got out, the remnants of the six kingdoms might well be tempted to rebel again.
King Wu lifted a tripod and broke his leg and died; King Zhao took a tripod and lost one of them in the water; he entered the Si River and returned empty-handed.
Just thinking about it makes me angry.
Ying Zheng barely suppressed his anger and waited for another five days, but still no good news came.
The palace servant who had come to deliver the news lay motionless on the ground. Suddenly, the sound of a large number of bamboo slips falling reached his ears. A fragment of a dark gold robe quickly floated past the corner of his eye and finally disappeared behind him.
His Majesty has left.
The palace maid suddenly collapsed, her heart pounding, but a look of relief appeared on her face - she was not destined to die and had escaped the disaster.
…
When Wei Shengxue was found, she was under a big tree by the Si River. She did not refuse Ying Zheng's request.
"But I can't guarantee that I'll find it."
Having said that, no one took it seriously and just thought she was being modest, including herself.
So when he searched carefully again and still couldn't find it, Weishengxue couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Huh? How come?"
"System, this isn't another cultivator's cave, is it?"
[Ding! No spiritual power fluctuation detected]
That's strange.
Wei Shengxue sat down cross-legged, gave up his spiritual power, mobilized the supernatural powers in his body, and communicated with the water plants in the water.
Swaying water plants and duckweed are all over the Sishui River, and the swaying stems and leaves quickly convey vague messages.
No.
No.
Still no.
…
Ying Zheng looked straight at Wei Shengxue.
It's almost an hour.
The officials behind him who had blindly trusted the immortal couldn't help but make some moves.
As for doubt, there is none.
Perhaps the immortal and the river god rarely met, and they exchanged a few words and started chatting, forgetting the time for a moment.
But in fact, Wei Shengxue just couldn't be found.
Even in the mud at the bottom of the river, as long as there were grass roots, she could get information, but she just couldn't find any trace of the Yuzhou Ding.
This time, even the system poked its head out in surprise.
Huh? How could that be?
In this world without supernatural powers, the host's spiritual sense should be invincible in exploration, so how could it not find it?
Could it be that the Yuzhou Ding didn’t actually fall into the Si River?
"Impossible." This speculation was immediately refuted by the minister.
The Nine Cauldrons were returned to Qin, but one was lost when crossing the Si River. How could it be possible that this was a thing that was ridiculed and mocked by other countries for several years?
That's strange.
The system immediately mobilized its energy and activated its wide-area scanning function, sweeping along the Sishui River inch by inch, not even missing the palm-wide tributaries. Finally, in...
[Beep beep! Detected a remnant of the world's core artifact, the remains of the ancient times. According to system rule 5987, this item is world property and cannot be removed from the world.]
system:? ? ?
system:! ! !
System: What is this?
Isn't this the ordinary world that has turned to the scientific side?
Why are there magical artifacts that have not lost their spirituality?
No wonder it took its host to the wrong world. It was because of the existence of spirituality on the Nine Cauldrons. According to the rules, this place still belonged to the mysterious side world, although there was no spiritual energy here.
In the ancient era of cultivating immortals, this world should have followed the path of national destiny, relying on building the country to improve one's luck and practice, and the Nine Cauldrons were artifacts created to suppress one's luck.
But later, the world changed drastically, the way of heaven fell asleep, spiritual energy dissipated, and even luck changed from a blessing that could be intuitively felt to a mysterious legend. The Nine Cauldrons, which were once most closely connected with the country's luck, still retained their most basic abilities, but were greatly weakened. They would only be effective when all nine tripods were gathered together.
Once the weakened version of the Nine Cauldrons is dispersed, it will not only fail to suppress the luck, but will also cause the luck to continue to dissipate, which is equivalent to a balloon with the opening not tied tightly and constantly leaking air.
At this rate of air release, starting from the time the Nine Cauldrons were dispersed, the fortune of the Qin Dynasty could only last for about fifty years.
For a moment, even the system couldn't help but look sideways. This was the first time it had encountered such an incredibly unlucky person, a rare sight in the myriad worlds.
Why is Ying Zheng considered an unlucky guy?
Because in about twenty years, the spirituality of the Nine Cauldrons will be completely wiped out, and its connection with luck will be completely severed. The world will completely turn to science, and there will be no such thing as luck or no luck.
This time point happened just a few years after the Qin Dynasty's fortune was completely lost.
To sum up, in the countries before the Qin Dynasty, the surface was scientific and the secret side was strong, and the gathering of the Nine Cauldrons could suppress the destiny and continue the country; in the countries after the Qin Dynasty, the surface was scientific and the inside was consistent, the Nine Cauldrons were useless, and the development of the country depended entirely on itself.
Only it is stuck between two eras, unable to obtain the benefits of the Nine Cauldrons, and even being secretly bled by the Nine Cauldrons. The country is visibly short-lived.
It’s so miserable.
He could easily be on the list of strange stories in the system forum, competing with the host of 444 for the position of the most unlucky person in the world.
But now this unlucky guy has been encountered by his host.
System 301: Excuse me, is it too late to run away with the host now?
It told this to the host, but did not get the expected response.
Wei Shengxue's reaction to this was indifferent. He wasn't even surprised or panicked. Instead, he said excitedly, "It sounds like an infrastructure game."
System: Huh?
Wei Shengxue jumped to her feet. "Developing infrastructure and improving people's living standards will increase prosperity and construction, making the country stronger. Otherwise, the country will weaken or even perish. This setting is almost identical to the infrastructure farming games I've played."
"And the national destiny style, that sounds really cool."
…
When the Qin emperor and his ministers saw the immortal, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly stand up, they immediately perked up, and even their brains, which had been groggy from the sun, became clear.
Found it?
Wei Shengxue could feel the burning gaze coming from behind without turning around.
'Tong'er, can you find it?'
Weishengxue: Come out, my plug-in!
At critical moments, the system is still very powerful.
【Can】
[But you can't get it. The luck of outsiders repels it, and your spiritual power can't touch it.]
[Ding! The lost and found navigation has been activated. Please follow the system instructions.]
A green arrow appeared in her field of vision, visible only to her, moving to show the direction.
Wei Shengxue turned around and motioned for them to follow.
"I am not a native of this place. The Nine Cauldrons carry destiny and will regard me as a thief. Once you reach the place where the Yuzhou Cauldron is, you will need to go into the water and salvage it yourself."
"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist." Ying Zheng took a few quick steps and walked side by side with the immortal. He was about a head taller than Wei Shengxue, and by tilting his head slightly he could clearly see the changes in her facial expressions, which was a very suitable position for observation.
I originally thought that the story of the Nine Cauldrons suppressing fortune was just a rumor used by the Zhou royal family to consolidate their rule, but now it seems that it is actually true.
"The Nine Cauldrons have been separated for decades. Has this had any impact on the Great Qin?"
Wei Shengxue stared at the arrow and answered casually:
"Yes, I have."
What? !
Ying Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he tightened his grip on the accessories, pretending to be indifferent and saying:
"The idea of destiny is illusory. Our great Qin warriors are invincible, our officials are dedicated, and all those who oppose the Qin are nothing but chickens and dogs."
"There's also the level of happiness in the lives of the people of Daqin and the level of infrastructure development, which touches on every aspect of life, including food, clothing, housing, and transportation," Wei Shengxue reminded. "In short, a strong and prosperous country has strong destiny, and vice versa."
This is common sense, she just mentioned it casually and never thought that they would not know it.
After all, a country with a strong military, harmonious politics, stable society and happy people cannot suddenly perish. That would be a huge natural disaster.
civil.
The emperor and his ministers who had been immersed in the court for many years all realized the core of the immortal's words.
But they are also really confused.
The people are ignorant. Isn't it enough if they can work? Why should we care about whether they are happy or not?
A thought suddenly popped up in Li Si's mind. In the scorching summer, the sunlight seemed bitterly cold when it fell on him.
Taking the "people" as the core, paying special attention to the "people", but downplaying the existence of the king, isn't this -
The people are more important than the king!
Mencius said: "The people are the most important, the country is second, and the ruler is the least important."
The key point is Confucianism!
Li Si: Bah!
Don’t even think about climbing over the Legalists!
My Legalists are the foundation of the Qin State!
His emotions fluctuated so much and his expression changed so obviously that even Prime Minister Wang Wan, who was walking in front of him, turned his attention to him.
"Li Tingwei?" He slowed down his pace and landed beside Li Si, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "Don't be rude."
Li Si restrained his expression and returned to his original half-smile expression, and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.
Thanks for the reminder.
…
Wei Shengxue stopped in front of a single-plank bridge. It was so narrow that only one foot could fit on it. It was obvious that it was built by nearby villagers for their own convenience.
It is not suitable for a large number of people to pass through together.
She looked at the arrow that flashed as if urging her to move, then looked at the narrow and slippery wood in front of her and fell silent.
"System. Come out. I promise not to hit you, come out!"
The system's small ball of light curled itself into a small ball and hid in the corner, rejecting her call.
"Your navigation has loaded a wicked map!"
As long as someone walks on it, it’s a road!
When the others saw her stop and remain silent, they thought they had arrived. They stuck their heads into the river, looked around, and confusion appeared in their eyes.
This is a small tributary of the Sishui River. The entrance is not even half the size of a tripod, so it doesn't look like it is possible to enter.
Before they could ask, the immortal's words came with a hint of depression and dissatisfaction:
"Not there yet. Cross this bridge and go straight for another 300 meters, which is about half a mile. Turn left at the intersection and continue straight for another mile."
Wei Shengxue stretched out her hand and zoomed in on the map that had just been projected by the system. "In the middle of the river, there is a tree."
In the eyes of the people of Daqin, her actions were like an immortal performing a magical spell that they could not see, and then accurately stating the location of the Yuzhou Ding.
Li Xin and Wang Ben had been leading the search these days, and they were the ones most familiar with the surrounding area. Wang Ben was currently in charge, and Li Xin was accompanying Ying Zheng.
As a talented general, when Wei Shengxue described it, he quickly constructed the route in his mind and combined it with the surrounding environment. As soon as she mentioned the last landmark item, he immediately determined the location.
"Your Majesty, this place is ten miles away from the Dragon Boat, less than two miles upstream from the Pengcheng Bridge, at the bend."
As soon as he said it, many things came to mind.
Isn't that the place that was inferred to be the key area and was repeatedly salvaged and searched for several times?
Even the tree was almost broken down.
Even the riverbed is three feet lower.
How could it be there?
But I have searched almost the entire Sishui River these days, but I can't find even a trace of him. It would be better to go there again, at least it is the place designated by the immortal.
…
Standing on the shore of the target location, influenced by the residual luck of the Nine Cauldrons, Wei Shengxue could no longer see the specific situation of that area.
'system. '
【I am here】
[Host, follow my projection circle]
[Ding! Activate the lost and found projector function]
Dozens of skilled swimmers stood shirtless at the bow, ready to dive into the water at the command.
Everyone is watching, everyone is waiting.
Waiting for the immortal to point out the most critical step.
Point out the location of the artifact that they have been searching for for more than ten days without success.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the immortal finally moved.
The green sleeves fluttered without wind, causing the shawl that was stained with rosy clouds to float gently. A line of green light condensed on the snow-white fingertips, making the already white fingers look like jade.
The misty green immortal power formed a circle in the Si River, dispersing like a falling curtain connecting the blue sky and clear water.
"Dig within my circle, dig down, and don't stray."
Without any instructions, a group of experts who were eager to make a contribution jumped into the water with their tools and scrambled to swim into the not-so-big circle.
Time passes by little by little.
The silt from the river bottom was brought up sack by sack, pressing down the draft of the small boats so deeply that the silt was almost stuck along the edge of the boat to be transported to the shore.
I ran back and forth three or four times.
The feet of those waiting on the shore were almost numb from standing. Several elderly ministers could no longer hold on and fainted. They were helped to a makeshift tent nearby to rest.
Xia Wuqie never thought that the medical book he had studied so hard would come in handy so soon. He drank bowl after bowl of the summer-heat medicine he had prepared.
The sun slowly moved from directly overhead to the west, and then gradually disappeared over the top of the mountain.
When the pink, purple, orange and red glow filled half the sky, a strong man finally rushed onto the boat with a piece of hemp rope, raised his hands and shouted:
"I found it! I tied up the Nine Cauldrons!"
Ying Zheng stood up quickly, took a few quick steps forward, and stopped only when he reached the bank of the Si River.
The Yuzhou Ding was heavy, and there was silt accumulated on it, as well as water obstructions. To prevent the hemp ropes from breaking and bumping, the hydraulic workers used thick hemp ropes to tie the two ears and three legs of the tripod tightly, so densely that the ropes almost covered the original color.
"rise!"
"One, two, one, two..."
There was nowhere to gain leverage in the water, so the strongmen stood on the shore and on the large boats that had been moved over, shouting and pushing hard.
The hemp rope was deeply embedded in the flesh of the back, oozing with blood of varying shades.
The calm water surface seemed to be boiling, rippling out waves, and then gurgling and rolling continuously, with circles of ripples spreading outward, causing exclamations from both sides.
The three-legged round tripod wrapped in silt was hoisted into the air, and some fish and shrimps could be seen falling into the tripod along with the sewage.
"The Nine Cauldrons have gathered, may God bless the Great Qin!"
"Long live the Great Qin! Long live Your Majesty!"
Someone shouted, and then the crowd looked like a wheat field bent over by the wind, becoming dark and dwarfed.
"Hahaha, great! Great! Everyone who takes the tripod today will be promoted one level!" Ying Zheng was overjoyed and laughed loudly. The majesty of the emperor spread naturally, making the ministers around him, who were already convinced, bend their waists even lower.
Wei Shengxue subconsciously mobilized his spiritual power to thicken the protective shield around him, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Tong'er, is this the legendary domineering aura? You clearly have no spiritual power, but you made me subconsciously guard against it. You're really amazing."
[He's not that strong yet. The dynasty's luck has dissipated, and he's also been suppressed to a certain extent.]
When the Qi becomes strong, an altar will be built, and the Nine Cauldrons will be used to suppress the Qi, turning it into a "Yun Dynasty," meaning a country where the king and his ministers cultivate the Qi of the dynasty.
Wei Shengxue keenly sensed the hidden worries: "If the country's fortune declines, or even perishes, then they..."
[They will lose all their cultivation, age rapidly, and die.]
The system's cute voice turned serious, with a hint of warning: "So, host, do not accept any official appointments from this country. You are on a path of personal transcendence. The blessing of national destiny is a shortcut for you, but it is also poison. If problems arise, it will bring severe backlash."
This was the second time Wei Shengxue heard the system speak in such a serious tone. The last time was when she had just started practicing drawing Qi into her body.
She nodded seriously, took this matter to heart, and recited it several times a day to remind herself.
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People at that time loved to hold banquets, and since there was such a happy event today, of course celebrations were indispensable.
The Yuzhou Ding was protected by the Xuanjia Guards and was listed as a core secret along with the curved plow, papermaking, and salt-drying method. Anyone who even approached it would be strictly checked.
A bonfire was lit on the bank of the Sishui River, and large chunks of meat were cooked in a big pot. Rows of whole fat sheep, big fish, chickens and ducks were placed on the fire. Half-man-high wine jars were lined up in a row ten feet long, and everyone could take a bowl from them. Not far away, a meat porridge stall was set up for the nearby people. As long as you said a word of congratulations, you could get a bowl of thick porridge that was thick enough to hold chopsticks. If you were lucky, you could even find a few pieces of minced meat in it.
The flames that lit up half the sky ignited a surge of passion, and the whole place was filled with joy from top to bottom.
Ying Zheng sat at the top. On a day like this, even he relaxed a little, leaning slightly on the desk, revealing a rare leisure.
More than a dozen generals surrounded Meng Tian and Wang Li and urged them to drink.
Wang Ben was older and more cautious, so they didn't dare to offend him and just politely toasted him a few times.
As for Li Xin, he accepted all drinks, but our General Li was famous for his ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and when he was drunk he liked to act crazy. The generals who had heard of his great name for a long time did not dare to force him to drink.
Only Meng Tian and Wang Li, one unconcerned with the others, mingled with them, the other young and fresh-faced, were present. The others, with the intention of entertaining them, urged them to drink. Even their father, Wang Ben, sat quietly by, somewhat amused by the joke.
"Come on, General Meng, have another drink! We Guanzhong natives are the best at drinking. This is a rare and fine wine from Pengcheng! Fill it up, fill it up quickly!"
Seeing him stand up and try to leave, three or four Lang Jiang rushed over to him and trapped him with their hands and feet. Wang Li, who was also drunk, poured a large bowl of wine and poured it into his mouth.
"Come on, come on, don't be polite. The wine I, Wang Li, pour is not something most people can drink."
Meng Tian took a bite and his face changed drastically, "You add garlic juice to it!"
Wang Li laughed.
Those who are more familiar with him know that Meng Tian has been steady since childhood, became famous at a young age, and is fearless except for eating a bite of garlic. When General Meng Wu was still alive, he was often criticized for this.
"General Meng, I poured three bowls, and there are still two bowls left."
Wang Ben, Li Xin and the others joined in the fun, pouring two more bowls of wine into him. They laughed and said to Meng Tian's face, which was red and blue, "General Meng is really a man. He can drink an amazing amount without changing his expression!"
After three bowls of wine, the generals scattered and fled. Meng Yi tried hard to suppress his smile and gave his brother a cup of tea to clear the taste in his mouth.
Wang Li was slapping the table and laughing wildly, but in the blink of an eye, fate was strangled by the neck.
"General Meng, we uh..."
A bowl of turbid wine was poured into his throat.
Wang Li was born into a noble family. He had been well fed and clothed since childhood. He loved fine food and never tired of eating delicate delicacies. The moment he took a sip of this muddy wine that hadn't even been filtered out, his face turned pale. After drinking a whole bowl, he choked and couldn't help coughing.
"Ahem, ahem, General Meng is really vindictive, ahem."
Meng Tian threw the empty bowl to the attendant beside him and said with a smile: "Our Guanzhong people are the best at making wine. This is a specialty of Pengcheng!"
As soon as these familiar words came out, there was another burst of laughter.
Wei Shengxue sat at the top, taking advantage of the fact that no one dared to bother Ying Zheng, and watched the fun with a skewer in his mouth.
Although they are not young, they laugh and play like children.
She took a fruit and threw it at Ying Zheng, propping it up on the table and chatting with him: "When the luck gathers and the 'Yun Dynasty' is restarted, their laughter alone will be able to kill all the beasts within a hundred miles. By then, they will eat meat until they are stuffed."
Ying Zheng's ears twitched.
Yun Dynasty?
He put down the wine in his hand, which he had been drinking with his ministers for three or four times but had not finished half of, moved towards Weishengxue's seat, and then began to ask questions calmly.
"I have never heard of the saying 'Yunchao' (a term for a dynasty)." I only review 120 kilograms of memorials every day. Since I was young, I have only slept for two hours a day, and I am always full of energy and vigor."
He said he didn't know what it was, but used words to show off his extraordinary abilities.
Li Si, the top scroll-writer of the Qin Dynasty, immediately cheered His Majesty on, saying, "I work until midnight every day, sleep later than a dog, and get up earlier than a chicken, yet my mind remains sharp."
Wang Ben immediately interjected, "In the 22nd year, I led the army to destroy Wei. As soon as the imperial edict came, I felt refreshed. It must be due to the blessing of this good fortune."
The old minister sitting next to him turned his head and rolled his eyes, thinking: If the priest gets rich and marries a concubine, whoever comes will be in high spirits.
After rolling her eyes, she turned around and testified to him, "That's right. During that period, Tongwu Hou looked very energetic and vigorous. He seemed to be more than ten years younger."
But this time Wei Shengxue was not taken away by them.
She is no longer the naive and gullible girl she was before. Now she is a professional who knows the ins and outs of the world of immortal cultivation.
The system that heard her inner voice: ...
The Inside Story
The system silently rolled itself into a smaller ball, and threw its already limited conscience aside, clinging to the slowly rising points.
It just uses a little bit of language art when describing it.
Wei Shengxue, who thought they were still in the world of immortal cultivation, directly exposed their crude lies: "You opened up the path of 'qiyun cultivation' because your spiritual veins were dying. Later, due to a major change, the inheritance was cut off. Now, even the Nine Cauldrons that finally suppressed the qiyun have been scattered for so many years."
She took a deep breath and said, "With the current situation of the Qin Dynasty's destiny dissipating, it is impossible for you to receive the blessing of national destiny!"
There was silence at the table.
No one cared about the huge lie that was about to be exposed, they only cared about the information she accidentally revealed.
What does it mean that luck is dissipating?
What happened to Daqin?
What impact did the loss of the Yuzhou Ding have on the Qin Dynasty?
“It doesn’t have any impact now.”
Before, outflow was greater than income, but now income is greater than outflow, and luck will only get stronger.
"If you continue to develop step by step according to the current situation, things will get better and better in the future. Nurture your luck, and once it grows strong, you can build an altar, connect heaven and earth, and turn it into a 'Yun Dynasty'. Then, you can embark on the path of cultivation under the blessing of national destiny."
ah?
Everyone looked at each other.
How come the Qin Dynasty, which was in such a miserable state just now, suddenly became a place where everyone can become an immortal?
Wei Shengxue thought about it, and realized that a few words wouldn't be enough to explain it, and they might not understand, so she just said:
"All you have to do is work hard to make Daqin even stronger."
Make Daqin stronger?
They are familiar with this job!
"If the Great Qin becomes stronger, can we also become gods... and cultivate immortality?"
The thing I have been thinking about for many years is finally within reach.
Ying Zheng even slowed down his breathing and waited attentively for the immortal's reply.
[Spiritual Vein! ]
The system suddenly jumped out and jumped vigorously in Weishengxue's sea of consciousness.
To let the world return to the extraordinary world and awaken the way of heaven, the merits involved cannot be calculated even with all its strength.
The system wished it could produce a pair of hands, hold the host's shoulders, shake him, and roar.
[Let them accumulate luck to exchange for spiritual veins! ]
"Accumulate luck to exchange for spiritual veins." Wei Shengxue murmured unconsciously.
"Save your luck to exchange for spiritual veins?"
The Qin monarch and his ministers exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with a familiar glint. If the rulers of the six kingdoms were here, they would surely point their finger at them and yell, "You tiger and wolf kingdoms, are stirring up trouble again!"
The power used by immortals is spiritual power, and this spiritual vein sounds like a mineral vein that provides spiritual power.
Is this the key to why immortals possess such power?
Ying Zheng: I want the national destiny, and I also want the spiritual vein!
Civil and military officials: Your Majesty is mighty! We support Your Majesty!
Wang Wan had originally intended to retire to his hometown upon returning to Xianyang, but now… He pounded his sore legs and touched the layers of wrinkles on his face:
I'm still young and I can keep going!
Li Si was brainstorming and had no idea that the date for his promotion and salary increase would be delayed again.
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No one mentioned the words spoken at the banquet that day, but they became clearer and deeper as time went by, like a seed taking root in the flesh and blood, with roots spreading wildly in every blood vessel, making people worry all the time and never forget them for a moment.
The passion that had slowly faded after Qin conquered the six states surged again, and the spirit of working together for a common goal and the belief that the court and the people should work together to overcome difficulties reappeared.
After the unification of the Qin Dynasty, there was a slight sign of internal strife, but it was directly extinguished by this huge news.
Ying Zheng: The Great Qin seeks immortality. The Great Qin seeks immortality.
No one can stop me from seeking immortality! Whoever gets in the way will be punished!
All the ministers: As long as we fight to the death, everyone will have a chance to become an immortal!
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