Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 153: We three brothers have a miserable life, we are all scumbags
At night, the succession ceremony ended and the evening banquet that had been prepared long ago began.

But for most people this time, it was just a simple dinner.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the banquet was hosted by Prince Han and the fourth prince Han Yu, while important officials such as King Han An, Zhang Kaidi, Ji Wuye, Bai Yifei, Qin Shi Moyu and others did not show up.

Another smaller dinner of a higher standard quietly unfolded, with only a dozen people seated, yet it was full of luxury.

The delicacies are exquisite, the maids are as light and graceful as clouds, the musicians and singers are superbly skilled, and the sounds of stringed instruments are melodious and beautiful, far beyond the comparison of the outer hall.

After everyone sat down and toasted each other with a few glasses of wine, Han Wangan waved his hand, and a gauze curtain slowly fell, isolating this space from the outside world.

Qin Shi Moyu picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and looked through the veil. In the hazy light, he could still see the singer's graceful dance, like clouds and mist. The ethereal music echoed around him, as if he was on the top of the clouds, and a feeling of overlooking all living beings arose spontaneously.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly: when it comes to entertainment and pomp and circumstance, our ancestors of this era had nothing better to do and had already reached the pinnacle of extravagance.

Halfway through the round, Han Wangan put down his wine cup, glanced at everyone, and finally landed on Qin Shimoyu. He said in a deep voice, "I would like to implement your plan, sir. May I ask where should I start?"

Small matters are dealt with in large meetings, big matters are dealt with in small meetings, round table meetings and so on, it is pretty much the same in ancient and modern times, in China and abroad.

How can the real national policy, especially when it comes to specific implementation, be discussed in public?

Qin Shi Mo Yu had anticipated this, and putting down his wine glass, he smiled faintly. "Shang Jun moved the tree to establish trust, and only then was the Qin Law implemented. If Han wants to convince the world, it must truly adhere to the Mohist doctrine of 'non-aggression'. Words are not enough; trust must be established through action."

"How to do it?" Han Wangan raised his eyebrows and asked.

Qin Shi Moyu spoke calmly, uttering four words: "Survival and destruction."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the hall changed slightly.

Ji Wuye snorted coldly, and Bai Yifei stroked the wine bottle lightly, with a smile on his face.

Han Wangan frowned, but did not fully understand.

He squinted his eyes, somewhat confused.

The first three all had bets placed in the land of Baiyue, so when Qin Shimoyu opened his mouth, they all understood what he was referring to.

Although Zhang Kaidi was the prime minister of Han, theoretically he was the highest official under the King of Han and held both military and political power, but in reality it was difficult for him to extend his tentacles into the army.

Qin Shi Moyu poured himself a glass of wine and said slowly, "Even if South Korea swallowed up the land of Baiyue, it would take years to digest it, and the manpower and material resources consumed during this period would be incalculable. It would be better to take a step back and let it exist in name only."

After a pause, his eyes swept over Bai Yifei and Ji Wuye, and finally landed on Han Wangan:

"The Crown Prince of Baiyue, Tianze, is now in our hands. We have used his name to allow the Baiyue to 'continue,' but we won't let him return. We have also sent officials to the land of Baiyue to effectively take over control of it."

"In this way, the resistance of the Baiyue people will gradually fade. After a long period of time, the people will surrender. Tianze will die of illness, leaving the Baiyue without an heir. We can send a son of the royal family to be crowned King of Baiyue, and then find a reason to demote him to the position of monarch..."

Qin Shi Moyu didn't say anything else, but everyone present understood what he meant.

This "survival and continuation" strategy not only demonstrates the Korean magnanimity under the guise of "benevolence and righteousness", but also secretly swallows up the land of Baiyue at the lowest cost. It is indeed a strategy that kills two birds with one stone.

The ethereal sounds of string music behind the gauze curtain were still as usual, but the atmosphere in the hall was tinged with a strange edge because of these words.

Han Wangan looked at Qin Shimoyu with a look of surprise. He had originally thought that Commander Han Mo, though extremely intelligent, was bound by the righteousness of "non-aggression" and was a bit pedantic. Now, seeing his "flexibility", he was quite surprised.

Who says that the Mohist doctrine of "non-aggression" cannot be expanded?
Non-aggression is against unjust wars, but if we fight a "just" war, what's wrong with that?

"What a 'survival and death continuation'!" Ji Wuye snorted coldly, with a bit of gnashing of teeth, and the veins on the hand holding the wine bottle were visible.

Bai Yifei beside him heard this and silently picked up the wine bottle and took a sip. What he said to Ji Wuye was that the officers who died in the Baiyue land at night were all Han Mo's masterpieces.

Ji Wuye had sent people to verify it long before.

After the capture of Baiyue Prince Tianze, his subordinates Yan Lingji, Qushi Mo, and Wushuang Gui all appeared in Han Mo's forces. Yan Lingji was especially favored by Qin Shi Moyu, who often accompanied him and personally trained him!
He was even more convinced that the men who had perished at the hands of the Hundred Poison King were all secretly orchestrated by Qin Shi Moyu. The Mo Clan had already made a significant investment in the Baiyue region, and if Qin Shi Moyu were to implement the 'deposit and continue' strategy, the Han-Mo forces would likely take root and establish a firm foothold in the Baiyue region.

But he couldn't say this directly. You exposed Han Mo's intention to swallow up Baiyue, so does that mean you, Ye Mu, are clean?
They are all "loyal subjects" of South Korea. In terms of eating manners, Ye Mu is the one who bites the most and the hardest.

If they really fall out and have to settle accounts, Ye Mu's losses will definitely be more severe than Han Mo's.

Ji Wuye picked up the wine bottle, took a big gulp, his throat rolled, and he swallowed the breath forcefully, but the gloom in his eyes became more intense.

Bai Yifei put down his wine cup and said calmly, "If Tianze 'dies of illness' too early, the Baiyue people will be very tough and there might be changes. Does the commander have any backup plan?"

As a traitor who has not yet been exposed, in order to conceal his identity, he still has to make some necessary statements.

Qin Shi Moyu smiled slightly upon hearing this and said calmly, "Tianze is in Korea. Whether he is dead or alive is not something that outsiders can decide. There is no official confirmation from Korea, but just some rumors."

Just when Qin Shi Mo Yu was fooling Han Wangan at the dinner party.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness Palace, the tyrant's spirit sat on the throne, gazing at the results analyzed from the sacrificial rituals of the Korean succession ceremony.

Two talismans were suspended in front of him, emitting completely different auras.

One contains the meaning of thunder, with faint flashes of electric arcs and crackling sounds; the other is flowing with the vitality of wood, faintly revealing vitality and lush greenery.

The tyrant's soul narrowed its eyes, its gaze wandering between the two symbols, and its brows furrowed slightly.

The former was a mysterious powerful being he had accidentally connected with through the Tongtian Talisman when he was outlining the Five Thunder Talisman; the latter was the aura he captured from the Korean sacrificial rituals, and was only locked on after deduction.

Meanwhile, in the Tai Chi martial arts arena, the Taoist Primordial Spirit was bored and anxiously exchanging blows with the old Celestial Master, who had been transformed into his Consciousness Spirit. Suddenly, he sensed the aura emanating from the Second Heavenly Palace. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and an idea instantly occurred to him.

He raised his finger and the void shook slightly, and another talisman appeared out of thin air.

It is as majestic as a mountain, as heavy as the ocean, and exudes an endless murderous aura. The runes are vaguely connected to the energy of the seven stars in the North Pole. There is a tremendous pressure in the solemnity, as if it can suppress an area of ​​the star field.

The Tyrant's spirit stared at the thing, silent for a moment, his eyes twitching slightly: "Big Daddy, when did you come to find this?"

The Taoist's spirit scratched his head and said helplessly, "I helped you with your karma a few days ago. When I saved Master Hong, my true energy was exhausted. In order to prevent Master Lu from consuming too much, Master Zhou Meng let me take advantage of it, and then I took over."

He also looked up at the sky in silence and sighed, "For someone of this level, I guess there's another Shangqing Lu over at Longhu Mountain."

At first, he thought he was in an ordinary urban world. Later, after awakening the All Heavens chat group and coming into contact with the circle of extraordinary people, he discovered that extraordinary powers were hidden there. He also vaguely guessed something through the strangeness of the Eight Wonders, but it was not until Wudang Sect Leader Zhou Menglu revealed this move that his suspicions were finally confirmed.

"Three Caves and Four Auxiliary Caves?" The tyrant's soul asked tentatively.

In order to better study the exercises, he has never stopped studying the scriptures of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism. He has read Taoist and Buddhist scriptures and has a clear understanding of the contents.

"Yeah, but there should be more than that." The Taoist's soul sighed, and his expression was a little numb.

The Tyrant's spirit also sighed, his tone heavy. "My world of heroes is an online game, with so many different time and space interconnected yet completely independent, it's a chaotic mess. The Qin Dynasty world seems to have an ancient civilization, with outrageous mechanical devices and the presence of divine spirits. Your world is also restless, and there might really be immortals living in the world. It's all a big trap."

"That's right. The three of us have such a hard life. We're all such scoundrels." The Taoist paused, a sly look flashing in his eyes as he squinted at him. "By the way, why is there no movement over there? How about I go over there and take a look for you?"

"Get out!" The tyrant's soul glanced at him, and angrily pulled him out of his second heaven palace with a sleeve.

In the Tai Chi martial arts arena, the Taoist's soul was thrown out and stumbled to the ground, muttering, "Why are you so stingy? If you don't want to go, then don't go. Why are you trying to chase me away?"

Inside the Second Heavenly Palace, the Tyrant's spirit sat alone on the throne, gazing at the three talismans suspended in the air. His expression grew increasingly solemn as he murmured softly, "We really need to speed up. I'm the fastest, but if I delay any longer, I'm afraid I'll become the slowest of the three."

He took a deep breath, tapped the armrests of the throne with his fingers, his knuckles making a subtle rhythmic sound, closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the body of the heroes in the world.

(End of this chapter)