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Chapter 452: Three Arrows to Conquer the World, Qin Wang's Battle Song! (asking for monthly votes)

Li Guanyi came from the bustling capital of the Eighteen Prefectures of Jiangnan.

He walked past places where people usually went to buy things, and through alleys where children played and chased each other. As a result, his sleeves were stained with the sound of students reading aloud, and the smell of daily life and smoke in the streets. He lost the decisiveness of killing on the battlefield and the so-called grandeur of the famous generals and heroes in the world.

Those famous scholars in gorgeous clothes, every move, every delicate line, every detail on their bodies show their difference, highlighting their status as being higher than that of ordinary people.

Then, these people who claimed to be scholars and officials watched the king walk slowly.

Walk out from among those people.

There was silence for a moment.

Before this, they were so meticulous about how they prepared for the details of the ceremony of crowning the king, how they pursued details, even to the extent of paying great attention to every single line in it, using allusions everywhere and paying great attention to every detail.

There is no place without tradition, and no place without the majesty of the ancient sage kings.

They sincerely felt that having the opportunity to preside over the emergence of a king while they were alive was the ultimate honor for civil servants. Even their every move and every word would be recorded in history books and spread to future generations.

In such a turbulent era, as a member of it, they can take advantage of such an opportunity to leave their names in history, and even let people study them thousands of years later. This is almost their lifelong desire.

There is a legend that the ancient sage king ascended to heaven like a dragon, and his ministers and officials clung to the dragon's scales, thus ascending to heaven and becoming immortals.

In the past, I thought that it was just a far-fetched storytelling by storytellers to show the sacred legend of the ancient sage king. Now it seems that it was a fictitious reference. It just said that those ministers in the past became famous in later generations because of that ancient emperor.

However, all these expectations and desires were shattered at this moment.

The stronger the desire was before, the stronger the disappointment is now.

The King was not with them.

The King of Qin stood on the side of the people, wearing ordinary clothes, holding half a steamed bun in his hand, raising his eyebrows, and chewing slowly.

Looking at this era, those officials of the Ministry of Rites from various countries, those generals and ministers, he was relaxed at the moment and did not notice that the Jiuzhou Ding seemed to have undergone the slightest change because of this.

And those ministers, including officials from the Ministry of Rites from Chen, Ying and Zhongzhou, were all stunned by such momentum and speechless for a moment. Or perhaps such things were too absurd and they had never seen such things before, which made them not know how to judge.

Not to mention others, Nan Hanwen alone felt a jolt in his heart when he saw such courage. He had a vague feeling that his plan to corrupt the King of Qin might not be able to succeed.

The silver-haired girl thought about it and stood quietly behind.

Watching Li Guanyi finish the farmer's accustomed rations and then step forward step by step, during this time, the officials of the Ministry of Rites, and the craftsmen of Ying and Chen States worked hard to build the platform for the ceremony of enthroning the king.

The Qilin Army officers and soldiers on both sides bowed their heads, stood respectfully, and called him "Your Majesty".

The King of Qin slowly climbed up the platform.

At this moment, no words or fancy clothes are needed.

There were still traces of dirt on his body, and his brows were calm. Wen Lingjun, Wen He, Yan Daiqing and others saw his appearance, but before they could speak, an old man from the Ministry of Rites from Zhongzhou stepped forward, with a stern look on his face, and said with a clenched fist, "Your Majesty!"

Nan Hanwen was shocked and looked at the old scholar over there in surprise.

The latter raised his eyebrows, as if he had a great spirit in his body, and was not intimidated by the momentum of the King of Qin at all. He just said loudly:

"Today is an auspicious time. I originally wanted to announce to heaven and earth and all the people that I will be crowned king. There should be various ceremonies and follow the ancestral etiquette and laws. Every move should be in harmony with heaven above and earth below, in response to people's hearts and in accordance with the four seasons."

"Even the saintly and wise kings of the past were like this. They did not dare to be self-willed in the slightest. That is why they always restrained themselves and established great achievements. The people followed them and the title of saintly king was passed down."

"Although the king has made great achievements, he is now arrogant and willful!"

"Up, it is not timely; down, it is not in accordance with the ground."

"He doesn't wear a robe with pythons and dragons, nor does he wear the imperial robes. He doesn't have a jade belt around his waist, nor does he have any jade pendants or precious stones on his body. He is covered in dust and dirt. He does what he wants. How can a king do that?"

"Your Majesty should be a role model for the world, and everyone should follow his example."

"How can you do this? Go against the rules of our ancestors and disrespect the teachings of the Saint King?!"

The old man from the Ministry of Rites spoke with grief and indignation. In his world, this was extremely disrespectful and a sign of the collapse of rituals and music. Many eyes converged on him, including many civil servants and scholars, as well as people from the Qilin Army, but most of the scholars showed a hidden resistance.

The Qilin Army, including the counselors and officers, had doubts, but they had no intention of resisting. They were just silent. Li Guanyi said softly, "Is this the rule of our ancestors?"

"Whose ancestor is this?"

This sentence was like a sharp blade that pierced into the hearts of these officials and scholars of the Ministry of Rites, creating a crack. Although the King of Qin in front of them had achieved such great achievements and was worthy of being called a king, he was not born into a family of kings, princes, generals or ministers.

Duke Taiping also gained honors through military exploits and fighting.

It was not the bloodline that existed when Chidi founded the country.

Whose ancestor? !

The King of Qin's eyes were sharp and calm. His gaze swept across the faces of the officials from the Ministry of Rites and fell on the faces of the rest of the soldiers of the Qilin Army. Today, they had to calm down this irritability and make up their minds.

What he was fighting against was not a physical object.

The old scholar's face froze and turned red for a long time. He took a step forward and said loudly: "This is the etiquette of the operation of heaven and earth. This is the law followed by the wise kings and emperors of our ancestors. This etiquette and law restrain people's hearts and are the foundation of the operation of the world!"

Li Guanyi knew that such an old man naturally had his own way of thinking and understanding of the world, so he did not continue to argue with him, but just replied calmly:
"This is Tiance Mansion."

"What I respect is the right way."

The old scholar's face changed drastically: "You!!!"

There was a loud clanging sound, and just as these words were spoken, the hands of the Qilin Army soldiers had already grasped the hilts of the swords. They took a half step forward in unison and drew the ceremonial swords at their waists. In an instant, the murderous aura of the world's top powerful army rose.

Even if there is a hint of restlessness in my heart.

However, as long as the King of Qin is here, the morale of the army is still there.

Li Guanyi raised his hand, and the Qilin Army soldiers sheathed their weapons. Li Guanyi said gently, "Old sir, you have worked hard for this ceremony these days and have made great contributions. Please take a seat."

Someone brought a chair and asked the old man to sit down.

Li Guanyi took a step forward and turned around, his ink-black sleeves fluttering and his black hair slightly rising and falling. The road ahead had been blocked by advance preparations for the ceremony of crowning the king, but Li Guanyi had people push it open and allow the people to come and watch.

The ceremony of enthroning a king is like the king offering sacrifices to the heaven, earth and the country. He reports to the heavens and the earth below, and states his achievements. The words are engraved on them, and the king kneels down to worship the heavens and the earth. The ceremony of enthroning a king is extremely complicated and elegant.

But the King of Qin turned around, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites who were preparing to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth were intimidated by the momentum and dared not move rashly. The King of Qin looked at the people who had gathered and the Qilin Army on both sides of the high platform, and said calmly:
"When offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, let's do it in my own way."

He looked at the sacrifices and animals there.

Didn't go to get it.

He just stretched out his hand, and along with the golden ripples spreading in the king's palm, the Cloud-Breaking Sky Bow slowly appeared in Li Guanyi's hand. He clenched his five fingers, and the divine bow whistled, faintly like the roar of a tiger.

General Xue, who was watching the fun, paused for a moment. He felt that the divine bow seemed to be showing signs of transformation.

Li Guan's hair flew up as he said, "Three sticks of incense, to offer sacrifice to the gods of heaven and earth."

"Today, I also have my three incense sticks."

He raised his hand and clenched his five fingers. An arrow flew out from the palm of a Qilin Army soldier and landed in his hand. When the arrow landed on the bow, this divine weapon that had galloped across battlefields all over the world for who knows how far away whistled.

This bow had killed the Great Khan of the Turks, had shot and killed countless enemies, and had looked down upon countless battlefields. At this moment, the bowstring hummed softly, and a trace of murderous aura emanated.

The Qilin Army just left the battlefield!
All the people here are unparalleled elite.

As the divine weapons were drawn away, a whiff of bloody smell and the high-spirited murderous aura on the battlefield spread out. The breathing of the Qilin Army soldiers, which had gradually calmed down during these days, stagnated slightly.

Then, the breaths were connected instinctively.

Nan Hanwen's pupils contracted.

He turned his head stiffly, his gaze slowly falling on a general of the Qilin Army who had been chatting with them before. Previously, this general had been polite to them, as gentle as an old farmer, and somewhat dissatisfied with the way the world was.

They also believed that since His Majesty the King of Qin had such great achievements and such a great reputation, he should be no worse than Emperor Chen and Emperor Ying.

There should be palaces, beauties, singing and dancing.

Such a general who comes from an ordinary background, has achieved his achievements by fighting with swords and knives, and has a strong character, can be easily led. There are many such people in the Qilin Army and Tiance Mansion.

But now, just as the King of Qin had just pulled the bowstring.

The subtle influence of this period of time, those means and schemes.

All of them - shattered!
On the battlefield, the boundless murderous aura reappeared on them.

Their bodies tensed.

They subconsciously grasped the ceremonial swords at their waists, as if they were weapons used to fight their opponents to the death; they subconsciously straightened their backs, as if they were wearing armor, their eyes were like fire, and their gazes were only fixed on that figure.

Breathing, in unison.

A split second of exhalation, a moment of dead silence, pause for a few breaths, and then slowly exhale.

call--

suck.

The breathing sounds were uniform and murderous, like the sound of swords.

Nan Hanwen and the others were stiff and trembling slightly uncontrollably.

It was as if at this moment, a hidden, dormant giant divine beast revived in these honest, simple and easily influenced Qilin Army soldiers, gnashing its teeth and sucking blood, looking down at the world with coldness and murderousness.

The King of Qin suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

The Qilin Army soldiers responded: "Tian Ce Mansion!"

Qin Wuhou asked: "Who are you?"

The Qilin Army soldiers stepped forward and responded in a deep voice: "Qilin Army!"

Li Guanyi said softly: "Wrong."

"We are still the wandering army outside Zhenbei City!"

The powerful Yuanshen dispersed, and the Qilin Army was suddenly stunned. Coming here from the outside of Zhenbei City, the distant expedition, the soldiers who joined along the way, the memories of the past surged again. Li Guanyi smiled with the smile of that day and said softly:

"At that time, I told you that I would take you home."

"Although we have a home, the situation is not peaceful yet. Do we want to make others homeless? Today, I still have three regrets that I have not completed. I will offer these three regrets to heaven and earth to let heaven and earth know my original wishes."

"Today we offer sacrifices to the heaven and earth and the country. Gentlemen, come together!"

He drew the bow and pointed the arrow at the highest mountain outside the Eighteen States of Jiangnan. The mountain was beautiful with steep cliffs. Li Guanyi's arrow suddenly broke through the air and flew away. The arrow was like a stream of light, tearing through the distance of a hundred miles.

The sea of ​​clouds dissipated, and arrows shot heavily into the rocks. The winter clouds seemed to be torn apart, rolling and surging to both sides.

Li Guanyi's voice spread: "Sacrifice to the heaven."

“I have never—” “Peace the world!”

The first word opens with great vigor and vigor.

Nan Hanwen, my scalp is tingling.

The Qilin Army raised their weapons together and shouted: "Wind!"

Their ideals are recast.

Li Guanyi picked up the second arrow, which was like a dragon, following closely behind and nailing into the rock. The low and murderous voice was like thunder that swept across the sky and earth. Li Guanyi's voice was deep and slow, and it swept across the sky and earth with the realm of a Ninth Heaven Grandmaster.

"My second regret is that I have not offered sacrifices to the earth, but have never provided for the people."

The Qilin Army soldiers' eyes were bright. They took a half step forward and shouted:

"wind!"

Li Guanyi took out the third arrow and put it on the bowstring. He looked at the sky and the earth. At this time, the sky and the earth had become solemn and desolate. He shot the arrows, and the last arrow was like a light, and it hit the rock fiercely.

Still the same young man as before.

Your heart is as hard as iron, and my heart is as hard as iron.

For people all over the world, being an emperor or a general is enough.

The dream of my generation.

Bigger than this.

He whispered, "Third, sacrifice a human being."

"I have never yet brought peace!"

Nan Hanwen's body was stiff, he was almost in pain, and he closed his eyes as if he had accepted his fate - to pacify the world, to support the people, to bring peace, this kind of ambition almost bombarded his heart defenses again and again.

It entangles this body like a nightmare.

The Qilin Army soldiers raised their weapons high and responded in unison: "Big wind!!!"

The King of Qin fired three arrows, offering sacrifice to heaven, earth and people. The spirit was majestic and could not be compared with simple rituals. Holding the magic bow, he looked at the arrow nailed into the rock. The Great Master of the Ninth Heaven, the divine weapon, the Cloud-Breaking and Sky-Shaking Bow.

When the Qilin Army had not yet shown any signs of anger, he used three arrows to wipe them out.

This time, the ceremony of crowning the king, with the words "pacify the world", "protect the people" and "seek peace", was like a brand left on the Qilin Army. These three arrows were shot into the rocks and also into the hearts of the Qilin Army.

The King of Qin was holding a bow and arrow, and Nan Hanwen and the others could only see the king's back.

Under the jade hairpin, her black hair is slightly fluttering.

From now on, even if I am no longer here.

The Qilin Army abides by the three arrows agreement and the three arrows regret.

We can still maintain peace and protect the people.

If you want to rule the world, you should use your body like fire to eliminate yourself.

The sleeves of the King of Qin were billowing, and he was full of vigor and ambition. The old man from the Ministry of Rites was stunned and felt that the world and rules he was familiar with in the past were completely shattered by these three arrows. He opened his mouth, his teeth trembling, and said:

"You, what are you going to do?"

"Etiquette and laws restrain people's hearts. This is the foundation of this world. Do you want to destroy it all?"

The King of Qin turned sideways, looked at the old man, and replied:
"What decays must decay, and between heaven and earth, how can anything last forever?"

“Today is new, tomorrow is old.”

“The only thing that remains unchanged is change.”

"My master once said that among all things, only the easy ones are not easy to change."

The great scholar was unwilling to accept this and said:

"But etiquette and manners are the foundation that maintains this world."

Li Guanyi said, "Neither you nor I can talk about such a big thing as the world, but if it is as the old man said, then restraining people's hearts and establishing the order of respect and hierarchy, and the etiquette and laws that distinguish between the upper and the lower, are the foundation of this world."

The King of Qin said: "Then please give me the whole world."

"To die."

A plain sentence.

There were bursts of thunder, and the old man from the Ministry of Rites and the great scholars of the world were all shocked and frightened. Nan Hanwen was in a trance and suddenly didn't know where he was. It was just at this moment that the character of the King of Qin was finally revealed under those events.

That unbeatable enemy, that impossible thing, that unattainable dream.

When scholars and Confucian scholars all over the world see this grand dream, how can they not fly into it like moths to a flame?

The principle of how a real man should do things.

Do you have to be sure before you go?

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand, but he did not take the jade seal. He just raised the wine cup next to him and outlined the Nine Provinces Cauldron in his mind. Then the three Nine Cauldrons, the Cauldron of Jiangnan, the Cauldron of Southwest, and the Cauldron of Western Regions, suddenly whistled.

Wen Lingjun and Yan Daiqing looked at each other.

They both saw the natural and plain pride in each other's eyes.

The Nine Sons of the Academy, the Four Warriors, Yan Daiqing, and Pojun are all arrogant people of their time, and they all have different personalities. If that person is not there, the heroes of this time will surely draw their swords and fight against each other.

But at this moment, it is different after all.

Under the Qilin, fierce beasts follow——

Before that, what Li Guanyi had to do was to send messages to all directions by flying eagles. So, starting from the farthest city in the Western Regions, the knight riding on the horse wiped the frost and snow on his face and listened to the desolate and solemn sound of the tripod.

He took out something from the bag on his back.

A scarlet fiery existence unfolded in this vast grassland. With a calm and respectful expression, he inserted the scarlet Qilin Army's battle flag into the city.

So it is like this everywhere.

From the edge of the cold and vast Western Region grasslands to the mountains and bamboos of the southwest, from the majestic cities of the Western Regions to the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River, scarlet qilin cloud pattern battle flags were erected above each city.

The wind is blowing strongly, blowing violently.

One third of the world is like fire.

How to congratulate the birth of a new king?
The deep and solemn sound of war drums resounded through the sky.

Millions of armored soldiers raised their weapons, they marched slowly in unison, they held their weapons in their hands, chanted the same tune in different languages, they waved their spears and marched slowly forward.

The roar of war drums extends everywhere, magnificent and majestic.

Faintly, it seemed as if the sound of war drums could be heard in every city and every place throughout the Qin Dynasty's territory. It came together with a simple melody, like a sharp sword being unsheathed and a raging fire burning the sky, shattering the ancient order and the constraints of the world in the past.

People from the Western Regions, Tuyuhun, Xiongnu, Tiele, the thirty-six tribes of the Western Regions, and even the Khan of Tiele, the royal family of Dangxiang, the aristocratic families of the Central Plains, the fugitives of Chen, and the black armor of Ying, they all spoke in different languages ​​when the sound of the war drums reached its climax.

They marched forward in an unison manner, waving and raising their spears.

Knives and swords are circulating.

The people in the city can also recite the simple and catchy ballad.

And say, and recite——

"According to the law, I left the palace and went to punish the disloyal generals."

"Sing the song "Pozhen Music" and share the peace with the people!"

The momentum was so powerful that it shook the heavens and the earth. It could be heard from far away, and all directions were shocked. In the capital of the eighteen states in the south of the Yangtze River, the King of Qin held a sword, his hair hanging down, and clasped his hands together. The gold and iron of the Nine Li divine weapons turned into a heavy broad sword, and the sword tip fell and touched the ground.

There are faint dark golden lines on the inky black sword body.

There are millions of soldiers and the world is so vast. He glanced sideways and looked at the group of civil and military officials.

No one could even look the King of Qin in the eye.

Nan Hanwen could no longer raise his head to look straight ahead. The King of Qin pressed the hilt of the broadsword with one hand, raised his hand, held the bowl of wine, looked at them, looked at the people, looked at his comrades, and raised the turbid wine in his hand.

He whispered, "Sing the song "Pozhenyue" to share the peace."

"Gentlemen, let's drink together."

Three arrows settled his mind, and the King of Qin was happy to break the enemy's formation.

It was like a fleeting moment. As Qin Wu wielded his spear, General Xue was stunned and lost in thought. He was silent for a long time and said to the old Siming beside him, "Are you sure that it has only been four or five years since I taught him the art of halberd fighting?"

"Is this reasonable?"

"This is unreasonable!"

Old Siming: “…………”

General Xue sighed, "I want to fight now and then sleep for a thousand years to see how future generations will record him. However, in this case, I really have to see it with my own eyes to feel satisfied!"

Some say: The King of Qin is unjust and has abandoned all rituals.

It is also said: The Qilin looks down upon the world with disdain, and the king’s majesty is like a prison.

The praise or blame of the world blesses this body. Li Guanyi's palm is pressing on the hilt of the broadsword. He knows that he will encounter more and more obstacles as he goes forward. He sticks to his original intention and what the Jinwu Guard faces is only a corner of the world's order.

And now, he is the King of Qin.

Then, what we will face is the entire old world order.

He just raised his glass to toast the mountains and rivers of the world.

Then he tilted his head back and drank.

Finally, in the Jiuzhou Ding, a spirit different from that of the emperor was born. This time, it was no longer the Jiuzhou Ding that guided Li Guanyi, but the young King of Qin who guided the destiny of humanity and the spirit of the country in the opposite direction.

The light flows deeply.

Booming into the sky!

(End of this chapter)