Saint Qin Batu

Whether it is Ying Zheng or Ying Chengxue, even if it is his own flesh and blood, as long as he can consolidate his position, he will not let it go.

He, Ying Zichu, was not born well, but was born of a maidservant, and he was neglected for ten years.After that, the relationship between Qin and Zhao continued to deteriorate, and he was bullied by the Zhao people for another ten years.After returning to the country, in order to seek a succession, he groveled and became the dog of the Chu people for ten years.

The 30 years of hard life have smoothed his character and made him more smooth, and even changed his name to make Mrs. Huayang smile.However, these also sharpened the ambition in his heart.

After 30 years of repression, he has done everything for the throne.If he still can't get what he wants, then the "honest man" who has gone crazy will become more terrifying than ordinary people.

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1 Chapter [-] Hangu will open

"Is it still a failure?" Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes. This is the number of times he has hit the foundation establishment realm.

Since Yingzheng absorbed the black dragon in his consciousness a few days ago, his cultivation has soared to the peak of the late stage of Qi refining, almost a half-step foundation building.

However, Ying Zheng's cultivation has come to an abrupt halt, even though he is only short of a goal.

At first, Yingzheng thought that his cultivation method was wrong, but after looking through the volume of "Mending the Sky" engraved in his mind several times, Yingzheng still couldn't find where his problem was.

It stands to reason that the biggest difference between immortal cultivators and martial arts practitioners is that there are almost no major bottlenecks for immortal cultivators before the golden core stage.In other words, as long as the talent is not too stupid, you can survive to the peak of foundation building after time.

However, why was he stuck at the peak of Qi refining, which was not considered a bottleneck?

Ying Zheng closed his eyes, and was about to attack again, when he heard someone calling him outside the tent.

"My lord, the last general, Wang Ben, is begging to see you!"

"come in."

"Here!"

"The last general, Wang Ben, has seen the young master!" Wang Ben bowed his hands and said in a deep voice.

"You are very polite, General." Ying Zheng stepped forward and saluted as well.

Ever since Wang Jian met Ying Zheng that day, Wang Jian, who boasted that he had seen the world, had to admit Ying Zheng's amazing political talent and martial arts talent.

After returning to Hangu Pass, Wang Jian directly dispatched his son Wang Ben to Yingzheng's temporary camp as a guard.Among them, in addition to attaching great importance to Yingzheng, there is also hope that Wang Ben can catch up with Yingzheng as soon as possible.If Ying Zheng really sits on the King of Qin in the future, then Wang Jian can also hand over the Wang family to Wang Ben with confidence.

"My lord, there's some news from Xianyang, maybe Hangu Pass will be opened in two days. The disciple of Master Chu, Lu Buwei is already in the pass, ready to welcome you."

"Oh? Really? Hehe." Ying Zheng smiled lightly, noncommittal.

Wang Ben looked at Ying Zheng's slightly smiling face, but felt a chill in his heart.

Before seeing the young man in front of him, Wang Ben thought that he was one of the best geniuses in the world today.At a young age, but nodding in his twenties, he has already broken through to the innate realm.The art of war is quite inherited from his father.Although his father always asks him to keep a low profile, he is young and vigorous, and he will inevitably feel a little proud in his heart.

However, the handsome young man in front of him, like a bolt from the blue, woke up Wang Ben who had been living in his dream.

Wang Ben still remembers how surprised he was when his father Wang Jian came back that day and told him about the mind of that young man.The arrogant Wang Ben had to admit that he was indeed far inferior to Ying Zheng when he was his age.

However, Wang Ben was still comforting himself deep in his heart, and was ready to show his cultivation base and show his father Wang Jian that besides his military skills, his cultivation base was also outstanding.However, the truth slapped him hard again.

It was a sunny day, and Wang Ben, who had just arrived at Yingzheng's camp, was about to meet Yingzheng after meeting Wu'an Jun Baiqi.But outside the central camp, he felt an aura that was infinitely close to innate cultivation. It was obvious that a warrior at the peak of the later stage was breaking through.

At that time, Wang Ben was still wondering who among the secret guards of the Black Ice Terrace dared to break through the central camp, but he suddenly heard a childish sigh from inside the tent.

Wang Ben instantly thought of the owner of the camp, and the confidence he had just built up yesterday was shattered to pieces.

In the past few days with Ying Zheng, it's not that Wang Ben hasn't studied Ying Zheng carefully.In his image, Ying Zhengyi was polite and polite.When meeting people, he would always purse his lips slightly and show a warm smile.

But this time, it was clearly different.The teenager with the same smile in front of him, after listening to his words, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he laughed out loud.

Wang Ben, who has a keen intuition, can always feel the hatred, sarcasm, and even a hint of provocation in Ying Zheng's smile.

"Who is he hating? Who is he provoking? Is that Lu Buwei? Or the young master Zi Chu?"

Wang Ben didn't dare to think about it. Under Wang Jian's education, being wise and protecting one's life has been vaguely engraved into his bones.Therefore, at this moment, he only dared to lower his head, and if he did not accept Ying Zheng's words, neither side would offend him.

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Qin Palace

Qin Wang Yingzhu looked at the bamboo slips slowly burning in the brazier, without saying a word, a man in black robe wearing a bronze tiger face knelt in front of Yingzhu, with a respectful attitude.

"Has that child grown to this extent?" Seeing the bamboo slips in the brazier slowly turning into a pile of black charcoal, Yingzhu sighed softly and showed a gratified smile.

"Returning to Your Majesty, that's true. The Emperor Star is really different. On that day, under such circumstances, even the subordinates would relax their vigilance." A heavy voice came out from under the mask of the dark tiger.

"Where is Fan Xiang?" Ying Zhu changed the subject and asked casually.

"People from the Chu family and the old Qin family are ready to attack..."

"Hmm." Ying Zhu slowly put his cold hands on the brazier, and continued to ask, "How is it? In the past few days, is there anything wrong with the decoction that the widow has been taking?"

An Hu shook his head, and said, "My lord, they stopped fighting these days."

"Hehe, it's not too stupid." Yingzhu chuckled, and there was no resentment in his tone.

If Ying Zichu or Lu Buwei were present, they would probably be scared to death on the spot when they heard such a conversation.Yingzhu actually already knew about their poisoning!

"Hey, in the final analysis, the widow is still not as good as the former king. If it was the former king and not the widow who took the Lichen Pill, then the former king would not have left so uselessly..." Ying Zhu sighed again , For the first time, there was a ripple in the calm eyes.

The dark tiger was silent for a long time before consoling him in a low voice: "My lord, since the former king made such a choice, we can only do this..."

"En." Ying Zhu nodded, his eyes returned to the previous look again, "Bring this widow's talisman to General Meng Ao, as for what to say, you know."

"Here!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Outside the door, a eunuch's soft voice suddenly sounded.

"What's the matter?"

"The queen asks to see..."

Yingzhu waved his hand lightly, signaling Anhu to leave, and then said, "Come in."

"squeak!"

The heavy palace door was opened, and Mrs. Huayang walked in with a bowl of decoction.

Mrs. Huayang glanced at the empty bedroom, and said with a bit of anger: "My lord, how can you not even have a waiter for your lunch break!"

Yingzhu smiled and took the decoction in Mrs. Huayang's hand, and said while blowing, "Doesn't the queen understand the widow? During the lunch break, why did she ever have someone serve her?"

"You are the king now, how can you not pay attention to these..."

"Hehe, don't talk about this, don't talk about this." Ying Zhu casually handed the medicine bowl to the maid, took Mrs. Huayang's hand, and said dotingly.