The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 112: The Power of the Sword Master, Assassination and Trapping
Inside the carriage drawn by four horses, Bai Wuxia was munching on a green peach with a "ah-ah-ah" sound as she listened to the conversation between the two people.

When the apprentice lowered the curtains, the girl took a sip of peach juice and muttered:
"I'm telling you."

Ying Chengjiao was amused.

"I'll talk more after this."

The young girl glared at her little apprentice, puffed up her lips, and used her eyes to strongly condemn the little apprentice for imitating her way of speaking and disrespecting his teacher.

The boy thought the teacher was really pretty, with big eyes, like a heroine from an anime.

Anger?

What anger?

That's just acting coquettishly!

Young people hate their youth.

Bai Wuxia was already used to the audacity of her lecherous disciple, so she pushed him out unhappily and rolled her eyes at him.

“Get away from me.

"I tell you, he's being mysterious."

Ying Chengjiao shrugged and sat back in his seat.

He crossed his legs, stretched out his palms, nodded slightly, and looked like he was asking the teacher to start the performance.

"Master Bai, please teach me."

Bai Wuxia finished the peach in a few bites and wiped the peach juice from her mouth and hands with a wet handkerchief.

After a simple cleanup, the girl faced the boy with her bare face and her skin was delicate and white.

“Do you hear the birds singing?”

The young man stared at Bai Wuxia openly, the words "pure girls' high school" popped up in his mind, and he nodded.

"heard it."

The chirping of birds is heard from time to time.

Sometimes it is short, sometimes it is long.

"When there are too many people, birds will be startled and fly away. If you can hear birds singing from time to time, it means there are not too many people lying in ambush in this forest."

"Makes sense."

"We were several miles apart and blocked by trees, but Gai Nie said he had an old friend. How did he find his old friend?"

"Master Bai is right." Ying Chengjiao stared at the innocent face of the high school girl: "Do you remember what I said about the dog stealing the chicken's crow?"

Now it was Bai Wuxia's turn to nod.

The boy lifted the curtain and motioned for the teacher to look outside.

Bai Wuxia looked around and saw bare tree trunks and the ground.

Without curtains to block out the sound, the birds' calls can be heard more clearly.

"What do you want me to see?" the girl was puzzled.

The boy didn't answer, but gently took the girl's hand, walked to the curtain, and put his hands on the girl's ears.

With the Ying Chengjiao brand radio receiver, the bird calls in the girl's ears became louder and clearer.

The boy whispered behind the girl's ear:
"Master Bai, you only heard the bird singing, but did you see the bird?"

The girl's color changed slightly.

With bright eyes, she looked around, searching for the traces of flying birds.

The sky is azure blue, with white clouds floating by, and not a single living thing in sight.

The chirping of birds sounded again.

The boy continued:

"Some people can imitate the sound of a rooster so well that it's indistinguishable from the real thing. Master Bai wondered if there could be someone who could imitate the sound of a bird so well that it's indistinguishable from the real thing."

The cold wind chased and played among the bare branches.

Under the thick tree trunk that could barely be hugged by three or five adults, a butcher in a wide robe with big sleeves was waiting quietly.

Gai Nie walked on the frozen soil, wearing a white short coat, and approached step by step, stopping when he was five steps away from the butcher.

The winter sun was exceptionally warm, casting short shadows on the two people.

The sound of birds chirping surrounded the two people, as if singing for the two who had been reunited after a long separation.

The white-robed swordsman wore a long sword at his waist, his eyes wandering among the trees, catching a glimpse of a thin, erratic black shadow.

"Heavy iron spike, sparrow." Gai Nie said expressionlessly: "I'll do it, you go."

The butcher laughed.

The birds were so shocked that they seemed to be laughing, and their chirping sounds were like chuckles.

"The Sword Saint is from Zhao, how can he protect the Qin people? Doesn't Zhao have any hatred towards Qin now? The Three Jins are one family, the Sword Saint should work with us to assassinate that bastard."

Gai Nie said nothing, he has never been good at speaking.

He placed his five fingers on the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if he was about to draw out the sword.

The butcher's eyes fixed on him with a serious expression. He looked at Gai Nie's waist and put his hand into his sleeve.

At this moment, the two were confronting each other.

The next moment, the bird's cry became sharp and short, as if it was in great danger.

Gai Nie appeared one step behind the butcher, with the sword at his waist inserted in the scabbard without a single gap.

The butcher's eyes did not shift at all, and his right hand was in his sleeve.

Hearing the sudden change in the bird's song, the tiger's eyes opened wide.

He yanked out his right hand suddenly and swung it towards him, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Only when he stopped could one see clearly that in his right hand he was holding an iron spike that was half an arm long and as thick as a fist.

"Let's go." Gai Nie said briefly.

A thin figure jumped down from some tree. He had small eyes and a monkey-like face. He was short, about five feet tall.

When you bend down, your hands should be placed on the ground.

He has dark skin and when he smiles he shows two yellow teeth, like an orangutan.

The thin and small man patted the butcher's calf and reminded him in a sharp voice:

"It's behind you!"

The butcher turned around and looked at Gai Nie's right hand which hung naturally with a complicated expression.

The thin man chuckled and rubbed the black mud on his hands.

"The swordsmanship of the previous generation's swordsman was so sharp that no one could rival him.

"How come this generation of sword masters are not only good at swordsmanship, but also very good at Qinggong? How can we who practice Qinggong survive?"

Gai Nie's eyes fell on the thin man known as Sparrow in the underworld, his face expressionless.

“Within ten steps, I’m fast.

“Ten steps away, hurry up.

“You ran away and I couldn’t catch you.

"If you chase me, I can't get away."

There are many kinds of martial arts, and everyone is good at different things depending on what they have learned.

Some people are good at assassination, some are good at frontal combat, and some are good at running away.

A tiger can beat a leopard, but it can't outrun it.

The sparrow said "I dare not" repeatedly and gently nudged the butcher's thigh with his elbow.

"What are you standing there for? The Sword Master hasn't even drawn his sword yet, but you've already wilted. You've become weak so quickly."

"He has already drawn his sword." The butcher held the iron spike and looked at Gai Nie: "What a fast sword. Is this sword famous?"

Gai Nie replied:

"Chengying."

"Chengying, who is ranked last among the world's top ten famous swords?"

"Yes."

"No wonder I couldn't see it." The butcher murmured, "It turned out to be Chengying, whose shadow could only be seen but not the sword. To die under Chengying's sword, that's fine... fine..."

Ma Que, who had not seen Gai Nie draw his sword from beginning to end, was stunned for a moment, and his two hands repeatedly groped his body, while feeling around, he said with a sad face:

"I heard that the sword is extremely sharp and the person who is stabbed by it will not even feel the pain. I hope the Sword Master didn't stab me with the sword just now."

The cold wind got a little stronger and there was a whistling sound.

Suddenly there was a "crash" sound, and the butcher's robe broke into four pieces, flew off his body, and danced in the wind.

The butcher was stunned. He had no idea when he was hit by the sword.

Only the outer clothes were torn, without damaging the inner shirt. The sword of the sword master was sharper and faster than he had imagined.

"Let's go." Gai Nie's voice became heavier.

Sparrow grabbed the stunned butcher and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Zhu Hai! You idiot!

"If I can tear your clothes, I can kill you! Go!"

The butcher named Zhu Hai was so angry that he raised his head to the sky and roared, shaking the clouds in the sky. "Big Hammer! What the hell are you doing!"

A more powerful voice was heard.

"Stop talking bullshit! Or you can throw it yourself!"

Gai Nie suddenly raised his head, his expression remained unchanged, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

In the air, an extremely huge hammer spun and flew into the sky, and with a dull "whoosh" sound, it smashed towards the path he came from.

As the Zhao State delegation was marching towards the Yishui River, a huge object suddenly appeared in the sky above their heads.

It fell from the sky and hit the only four-horse carriage in the delegation.

With a mixed sound of "boom", "crash" and "crack", smoke and dust flew everywhere and filled the sky.

Screams and exclamations rang out at the same time, and a group of people rushed into the yellow earth and smoke.

Wait until the dust clears.

The Zhao State's four-horse chariot, which originally had a rough shape, with patterns of eagles and wolves, and was very much in the style of the desert barbarians, is now in pieces.

Wood chips, animal skins, porcelain pieces, etc. were scattered all over the ground.

The driver lay in the rubble with his eyes closed, covered in blood, and died on the spot.

The slaves and maids who were accidentally injured near the carriage rolled on the ground, holding their broken arms and thighs, and wailed.

A large iron hammer stood in the ruins, with the entire hammer face left in the ruins.

"grown ups!"

"Son!"

"Chang'an Jun!"

Everyone was panicked.

The carriage was smashed to pieces and the driver outside the carriage was killed. The people in the carriage would be in great danger.

Few people cared about the injured waiters, and it didn't matter how many of them died.

The Qin warriors and the Zhao soldiers worked together. The two groups, which had been in constant conflict along the way, worked together for the first time and quickly searched through the ruins.

Panic.

"I'm fine." A child's voice sounded.

Everyone looked in surprise and saw their prince/prime minister/general standing under a tree.

Although his face was a little pale and still showed some fear, as if he was very frightened, he did not look obviously injured.

One of Lin's retainers stepped forward and ran to the big iron hammer that smashed the carriage. He recognized the iconic object at a glance.

He called out to the other guests:

"It's a big hammer!"

In the world, if a person is extremely famous, his surname, clan name and given name may still not be obvious, but his nickname must be extremely loud.

The same is true for the Heavy Iron Cone, Sparrow, Sword Master, and Big Iron Hammer.

Nineteen retainers surrounded Ying Chengjiao.

"Master, let's go get the big hammer!"

"Where is the Sword Master? Where did the Sword Master go? Find the Sword Master back now!"

"He must be going somewhere to practice swordplay again. Forget about him, let's go!"

"..."

Ying Chengjiao shook his head, feeling a lingering fear as he looked at the carriage with four horses that had been smashed beyond recognition.

"No, no, no, what if this is their plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain? You don't have to go anywhere, just stay here and protect me."

Most of the nineteen guests were at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

With these soldiers protecting us, why do we need them?

When there are more than fifty people, these martial arts masters will always be defeated when facing the same number of soldiers.

But Ying Chengjiao had already spoken, so they didn't know what to say. They all responded and dispersed, with the seed of being cautious and careful as a prince of Qin planted in their hearts.

Bai Wuxia, who also escaped by chance, performed much better than the little disciple.

Bai Wuxia on the battlefield is completely different from the usual Bai Wuxia.

Speak clearly and fluently.

“Let them go.

“If there are really assassins in the front, these people will not be of much use.

"Let them find the thief.

"It's best to catch it, but if you can't catch it, you have to drive it away.

"Then have these twenty people spread out near the convoy and inform each other every half an hour to make sure there are no abnormalities around.

"If we don't restrict the assassin, he will keep throwing hammers and kill us sooner or later. We can't always be so lucky."

The girl who had just saved her life was still calm, as if the person who almost died just now was not her.

Ying Chengqiu pulled the teacher's hand and actually pulled it.

Smooth and delicate, without the calluses that are common among martial artists.

The boy knew that the teacher was fully focused on guarding against assassins at the moment and had forgotten that he was a pervert.

"Don't worry, they can't run away." The young man narrowed his eyes and said, "I have been walking on official roads and avenues all the way. I chose this forest because I wanted to see who really wanted to kill me."

Outside the woods, General Zhao was riding a war horse with a stern expression.

Fifty thousand Zhao troops surrounded the entire forest, entered on foot, and launched a carpet search.

Two hours later.

The six people who survived the interrogation and the twenty-one people who were hacked to death or interrogated were placed in front of Ying Chengjiao.

Ying Chengjiao looked at the bloody corpse and the assassin with ferocious eyes, wanting to devour him. His expression was normal and his mood was calm.

In just over three months, he grew from a spoiled young man who vomited like a fountain to a Chang'an Jun who was accustomed to life and death.

This was not the path he wanted to take at first, but it was the path he chose in the end.

Le Cheng, a general of the State of Zhao and a relative of Le Yi, was watching from the side and was secretly frightened.

The State of Zhao was short of males and was martial since childhood, so there was no seven-year-old child who could look at all this without changing his expression.

[My uncle said that Young Master Qin is very interested in military affairs, which is quite interesting.]
[This is more than just interest, this is bloodthirstiness! Is this kid really only seven years old?]
[When he grows up and becomes a general of Qin, he may be the second human butcher...]
Ying Chengjiao first greeted Le Cheng and expressed his gratitude.

Le Cheng dismounted and returned the greeting in a serious manner, without being perfunctory just because Ying Chengjiao was young.

From the letter of his uncle Le Yi, Le Cheng learned about the major events that had happened in Handan in recent days. He did not dare to be careless with the bloodthirsty Qin Tong, the Chang'an Lord of Qin, the Prime Minister and General of Zhao.

According to the Zhao system, Ying Chengjiao was a general who could lead troops independently, and was of the same type as Lian Po, the commander of the 130,000 troops who fought against Yan this time.

Le Cheng was Lian Po's subordinate general, and his official rank was lower than Ying Chengjiao, so he should have shown respect to Ying Chengjiao.

Ying Chengjiao followed behind Gai Nie, walked five steps in front of the six bound assassins, and watched from a distance.

Safety first. What if there is someone in here who has the supernatural power to break the rope, and is waiting for him to come over and launch a surprise attack?
He pointed at the man who looked the most ferocious, and who had more murderous and evil aura around him than the others.

"Are you Zhu Hai?"

I don’t know if it’s because of Bai Qi, but the boy’s sensitivity to these invisible and intangible energy and vitality is getting higher and higher.

Zhu Hai had bare arms, but he did not feel cold in this northern winter.

"God is blind. That blow from the big hammer didn't kill you!"

After scolding Ying Chengjiao, Zhu Hai looked at Le Yi, the only one in the field wearing full body armor and riding the most majestic warhorse.

"General, the Qin people cannot be trusted!
"Where are the Qin people who truly care about Zhao? General, have you forgotten the two great battles of Changping and Handan?
"This guy must have some conspiracy when he went to Yan State!

"It is not a pity for me, Zhu Hai, to die. General, you must not fall into the Qin State's evil scheme!"

Le Yi's expression did not change and he showed no reaction.

Ying Chengjiao frowned, stared at Zhu Hai for a long time, and said abruptly:
"You are a retainer of Lord Xinling, and you killed Zhu Hai of Jinbi."

"It is you, Lord Nai." Zhu Hai laughed wildly and said, "Lord Nai is the Zhu Hai who destroyed your Qin State and Zhao! Today I have fallen into your hands, you little brat, kill me..."

"Why should I kill you? Come on, untie this warrior!" Ying Chengjiao shouted, "He is the benefactor who saved our Zhao State. How can we treat him so rudely? Let him go!"

Zhu Hai was stunned when he was interrupted in the middle of his words.

After Ying Chengjiao finished speaking, he forgot to continue talking.

He stood there blankly until the ropes wrapped around his hands were untied, still a little at a loss.

Before he set out, his lord, Lord Xinling Wei Wuji, and his fellow retainers, Lord Mao and Lord Xue, helped him imagine many scenarios.

The words he just said to Le Cheng were memorized in advance, and he felt dizzy from memorizing them.

But none of those situations is like the current one.

He, Zhu Hai, played a key role in the Qin attack on Handan and prevented Qin from destroying Zhao.

Today, an attempt was made to assassinate Ying Chengjiao, the son of the King of Qin, but failed.

Not only did the King of Qin not kill him, he also thanked him on behalf of the State of Zhao and let him go?
Zhu Hai hesitated and stood there.

He now urgently needs someone to tell him what to do.

"Why don't you leave, warrior? Do you have no money or food? I'll ask someone to prepare some for you." Ying Chengjiao poked his head out from behind Gai Nie and asked curiously.

Zhu Hai: “…”

Change someone!
(End of this chapter)