The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the brave men will never come back." The vast ancient battlefield, the rustling waterside, behind it are the people of the six countries, and in front is the land of powerful tigers and wolves. The people will not allow me to escape, and history will not allow me

The only choice is to assassinate Qin, to use Ying Zheng’s blood to pay homage to the lives of the six kingdoms, and to use Ying Zheng’s head to comfort Prince Dan’s acquaintance. And I, no matter success or failure, I can only die.

Gao Jianli's solemn and majestic construction sounds are still ringing in my ears, but I can only gallop forward. The flying sand is flying in front of me, and my eyes are full of withered yellow. Is it the yellow sand that blocks my sight, or is my mind already obscured by dust? I gallop forward.

But I lost my way. Xiao Ge of Yishui had passed away long ago, and the faces of the prince and his guests were gradually blurred. The sun lazily set in the west, and the night enveloped me like a huge spider, suffocating me. I suddenly felt

A huge fear came over me. Is it death? No. Is it fear? Not even that. I don’t understand, so I can only gallop forward.

I don’t know how long it took, but a light appeared in front of me, maybe it was someone else’s house. I urged my horse forward. The person who opened the door was an old man with white hair and a childlike face, and a long beard.

"A passer-by is lost and begging for a night." I don't want to tell my true identity.

The old man smiled and invited me in.

The furnishings in the hut are very simple, including a mat, a pot of wine, and two cups. The rest is only the weak candlelight. In the candle oil, an insect is struggling. Is it a silent cry or a helpless lament?

I stretched out my hand to rescue it, but the old man stopped me.

"What's the use of saving a dying insect? What's the benefit of saving this insect in the world?" I was shocked and avoided the table to worship him. The old man laughed and took out a piece of writing from his sleeve.

"Although strong Qin is violent, it is indispensable. If there is no strong Qin, the seven kingdoms will fight in chaos. Where will the people be? Where is peace? Where is the common people?"

I looked up again and saw that the old man was no longer there and the hut was no longer there. I was the only one there in a daze.

"All the people in the world?" Why am I assassinating Qin? Is it to repay Prince Dan for his kindness? Is it to restore the melee situation of the Seven Kingdoms? Or is it for the sake of all the people in the world?

"The world?" I felt that the burden on me suddenly increased a lot. What I assassinated was not only a King of Qin, but more importantly, it brought about a new war between the princes. The people will fall into the sea of ​​war again, so wouldn't I succeed?

The sinners of the ages? But who will repay the kindness of Prince Dan? Who will repay the souls of the six countries who died tragically? I have no choice. For the first time, I discovered that there is something more important than the word righteousness.

I galloped on my horse, hoping that the biting cold wind would wake up my chaotic heart, but I was wrong. The cold wind not only failed to wake me up, but made me even more confused. Sting? Not sting? It's really hard for me to make a decision.

Before I knew it, it was already light in the east. After galloping all night, I found that I was just circling around a lonely grave. Qin Wuyang was still sleeping there. He had no idea how far I had traveled that night...

Moving forward, we are still rushing to Xianyang.

Xianyang, I must go, King Qin, I must also assassinate. I am just a swordsman, a ranger that does not belong to me. Assassins have the mission of assassins, and the world has its own way back. In the eyes of an assassin, the world is no longer the world,

Grudges are no longer grudges. I can only complete the tasks assigned to me by Prince Dan as an assassin. And let the world decide for itself.

Xianyang, this is the legendary land of tigers and wolves, but I found a prosperous city. Compared with the ruins of the Six Kingdoms, this place is a paradise on earth. People on the streets are shoulder to shoulder, and it is a bustling and prosperous scene.

In a peaceful life, without the trauma of war at all, this is peace and happiness. If the whole world can be like this, why is it necessary to divide Qin and the Six Kingdoms? What is the difference between the King of Yan and the King of Qin?

Wuyang has bribed King Qin's favorite minister Meng Jia. Tomorrow King Qin will summon me in the main hall. History will push me to the top of the tide and push me to the abyss. I know that tonight will be my last time.

I saw the moon, but I wonder if King Qin can see it again?

The night was already very deep, but I was not sleepy at all. The dim candlelight danced in front of my eyes, and the face of the white-haired old man appeared in front of me again and would not go away for a long time.

"Assassin Qin? Tianxia?" I smiled bitterly, pushed the door open and walked towards the courtyard. The moon tonight was very round, like a jade plate hanging in the sky. A few wisps of autumn wind lazily blew through the treetops, blowing off a few yellowing leaves.

Falling on the shining water.

"The moon is melting, the wind is gentle, and the wind and moon are rising into the blue sky." Looking at this night scene, I can't help but feel emotional.

"The moon is melting, the wind is light. The wind and moon cannot reach the sky." A voice sounded in the distance, penetrating deeply into the bone marrow.

"Who?" There was no reply, only a dark shadow crossing the wall, leaving behind the rustle of swaying branches.

"What's the matter?" Wuyang also walked out of the house. He obviously couldn't sleep either. Yes, tomorrow will be a life and death battle in the Qin Palace. How can he sit back and relax tonight.

"Nothing, just a wild cat, I'm going out for a walk." I don't know why I have to hide it from him, maybe this is just a secret that belongs to me alone.

"You'd better be careful, you'll be cut in half if you walk alone at night."

"Cut in half?" I laughed suddenly and pushed the door open. Only Wuyang with a blank face and deathly silence were left.

There is a small river outside the post house. The water is very cold and deep, just like my heart. The gurgling water plays a sad music in the silent night.

I walked along the stream, walking on the golden path covered with moonlight, listening to the nursery rhymes woven by the stream. I didn't know where I was going. I just let my feelings lead me, towards an unknown and deep world.

The stream flows through a deep forest. The woods in late autumn are particularly scary. Several owls stand on the branches and eat voles, making "coo-coo" sounds from time to time. It is very dark and humid here. I can't tell where I am. I just can't tell where I am.

I could hear the echo of running water, the whining of insects and the howling of jackals in the distance, but this made me feel very refreshed. Maybe this is the right place for me. I should belong to darkness and loneliness.

Continuing to walk forward, suddenly a few lights appeared in front of me, flickering like the eyes of a ghost. I instinctively stopped, holding the dagger at my waist tightly with my right hand, and stared at those few lights for a long time.

Perhaps my curiosity overcame my timidity, so I followed the light and walked over. The light came from a hut, just like the hut I encountered when I was lost that day.

Is it a ghost? Or a hallucination? I'm standing outside the hut

"The knight is coming, why don't you have a drink with me?" came the old voice of an old man in the room.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Just like before, I had a table, a pot of wine, and two wine glasses, but there was a huge calligraphy and painting on the wall - The World.

Sitting on the banquet was still the old man, with white hair and a childish face, and a long beard.

"Has the knight ever thought clearly?"

"Qing is both turbid and turbid is also clear"

"Wonderful! How good! It is neither pure nor turbid. Please drink this cup to the full."

I picked up the wine glass in front of me and drank it all in one gulp, suddenly feeling unbearably bitter.

"How do you like this wine?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Bitter"

“If it’s bitter, why not throw it away?”

“How can you throw away wine when it’s in your mouth?”

"Wonderful! How good!" The old man clapped his hands and laughed. "The chivalrous man came and knew that King Qin could not stab him, but he had to stab him. He thought twice about it. This was the time when the chivalrous man retreated to the mountains and forests to live. I have lived a happy life, but the knights have not left, so why?"

"Since you have already accepted Prince Dan's request, how can you retreat? Even if you retreat, you will be free for the rest of your life, how can Ke show his face to others? Everyone says: Jing Ke is a true coward, but even though he is still alive, he is still dead, so how can he live? beneficial?"

"How can a knight die in vain?" the old man still smiled.

"There will always be something to pursue in life. Emperors and emperors will help each other accomplish their unparalleled achievements. Travelers and poets will write their eternal articles. Chivalrous men and righteous men will walk the world with the word of righteousness. They will travel the world with the word of faith. If you run away now, you will lose your trust in the world and lose your chivalry, righteousness, and courage. They are all gone, and they are ashamed of being a chivalrous person. The ancients said, 'When a person passes by, he leaves his name, and when a wild goose passes by, he leaves a voice.' I, Jing Ke, how can a mere mortal escape?"

"That's it, the knight will be successful tomorrow, his reputation will be spread far and wide, and he will be promoted to a noble rank." The old man is still as calm as water.

"I'm afraid that tomorrow, Jing Ke will be in trouble for thousands of years."

"Why?'

"Assassinate the King of Qin, and the Qin Kingdom will be in chaos. Qin's chaos will bring chaos to the world. All countries will join forces, and the war will be rekindled. The cavalry of each country will once again set foot on the mountains and rivers where the smoke has not been extinguished. Then all the people will be uneasy, and the world will be in chaos. I will be infamy for thousands of years. However, no If I kill the King of Qin, I will break my trust with the Prince Pill and the heroes of the world, and I will still be infamy for thousands of years. Whether I stab or not, I will die, and I will be infamy for the rest of my life, and the peace will be famous far and wide?" I sighed softly.

A long, deep silence

"I have a plan, knight, are you willing to listen?"

"Be taught with respect"

"Do knights cherish their reputation? Do they cherish their lives?" the old man asked.

"name"

"In this case, the knights will assassinate Qin in the palace tomorrow."

"Assassinate the King of Qin?" I was shocked

"No, no, no. To stab is not to kill. Tomorrow the King of Qin summons a knight within ten steps. If the knight is able to stab him, it will be as easy as turning the palm of his hand. If he sees the dagger, the King of Qin will die. However, the knight is here to stab Qin, not to kill Qin. The stabbing is a real stabbing, killing but not killing. The king of Qin stabbed but did not die, and the knight will surely die. If this is the case, the world will be safe, and the heroes will know that the knight stabbed Qin and died, and his reputation will not be damaged. What do the knights think? "I? After thinking for a long time, he laughed, his cold laughter echoing in the empty woods.

I avoided the table and bowed again, and my worries suddenly disappeared.

"A knight still has regrets?"

"Jing Ke has no regrets in this life!"

"Since it's nothing rare, please drink this cup to the full." The old man raised his glass.

I took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling the aroma filling my throat

"How is this wine?"

“sweet”

"After all the hardships, happiness comes, the knight has a good journey."

Xianyang, Qin Palace.

The west wind mixed with wisps of dust rolled up in the air, blowing down a few unseasoned dead leaves. The sky was gray, like a layer of veil, and there was a faint sound in the ears, like the tragic cry of the west wind, and like the Qin Dynasty. With the mighty horn of the army, I know that my life will come to an end, and my life will come to an end here. Whether it is successful or not, history will give me an answer.

The envoy led me into the palace, and I saw the majestic Qin Palace, the towering spires, and rows of majestic Qin soldiers, holding iron swords in their hands, swords hanging on their waists, crossbows and iron hoofs on their backs. Zhengzheng, murderous, this is the tool that Yingzheng uses to sweep the world. It is difficult to imagine how the leaderless Qin army will trample on this land that is already riddled with holes. What kind of world will the world be like at that time?

After the ceremony of the nine guests was completed, the envoy led me into the main hall. The main hall was quiet and silent. The cultural relics of the Qin State were lined up on both sides of the main hall. I saw Zhang Yi who was in charge of the six countries, I saw Li Si who was strategizing, I saw Lu Buwei who was tough in diplomacy. I saw Wang Jian, Bai Qi, who was sweeping across the six kingdoms. They were fifty steps away from the Qin State. This is the rule of the Qin State: "If you are not summoned by the king, you must be fifty steps away from the king." Today, the King of Qin summoned me within ten steps. Qin's soldiers are a hundred steps away, and Qin's generals are fifty steps away. This is an opportunity of a thousand years for an assassin. "If you take ten steps and die," how can the King of Qin survive?" Three days ago, I might have thought this way. If I can do this, with my martial arts skills, I will definitely die suddenly on the day the prince dies. However, today, in this very short time, I will give up, give up the opportunity to write history, and restore peace to the world.

I sat ten steps away from the King of Qin and looked at the King of Qin: He was wearing a soft armor robe of gold silk and wearing cloud boots of the Heavenly Dynasty. His face was full of fortitude and heroism. Compared with the King of Yan, the King of Qin was more than just a person. The king who sits high in the palace is also a general who commands the battlefield with determination. The domineering spirit of the emperor comes from his blood, flowing throughout his body, throughout the Qin Kingdom, and throughout China. Unless the King of Qin dies, the world will be full. Certainly.

"Where is Fan Yuqi'an?" King Qin asked, his powerful voice echoing in the empty hall.

I glanced at Wuyang beside me and motioned for him to open the box. Wuyang handed the box to me and whispered: Please give it to me, I can't do it. I smiled slightly and said, "You know you will die, so why fear it?"

I took the box and the map and stepped forward five steps to show the Qin Kingdom. When the King of Qin saw Fan Yi's letter, he stood up angrily. "Si Yi, Yi Yi

Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. Can you tell today?"

I held the picture in front of me, and the King of Qin was very happy. If he got this picture, he would be able to defeat Yan. But he didn't know it. At this time, his life was controlled by an assassin. I suddenly felt a sense of sadness: Although he was a majestic What about the King of Qin from the Six Kingdoms? He stayed in the empty hall all day long and was not allowed to step in even fifty steps away. He was prepared day and night to be killed, but what was the result? An assassin was three steps away and he didn't even know it. My life is about to end but I still plan the world. I feel the fragility of life. Just like me today, knowing that I am going to die, but I can only choose to die. The King of Qin is for profit and I am for fame. I am also a sad victim of history.

I slowly opened the map, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. I suddenly stopped standing and looked at King Qin. King Qin was shocked. I laughed, my voice was very small, maybe only I could hear it.
To be continued...