People in the Qin Dynasty sought good fortune and avoided misfortune.

Chapter 226, Nameless: Call Me Senior Brother (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)
Inside the carriage at Zilan Pavilion in Xinzheng.

"Actually, you don't need to risk cooperating with Han Fei for my sake. As long as you don't have a deep relationship with Han Fei, Ji Wuye won't dare to do anything to you."

Zi Nu looked at Xu Qing lying on her lap and said softly.

"I don't like trouble, but I can't watch you get into trouble. What's wrong with going against Ji Wuye for your sake?"

"If one day the whole world turns against you, then I will stand by your side and stand against the whole world." Xu Qing said, looking at Zi Nu's pretty face with deep affection.

The reason he didn't choose to join Quicksand wasn't because he was afraid of Ji Wuye, but because his goal was the Qin state and Ying Zheng.

He wasn't as stubborn as Han Fei. Han Fei's deep-seated belief in Legalism meant that if he could eliminate Ji Wuye through assassination, then he would be no different from Ji Wuye.

However, he had no moral constraints in this regard, and he had many ways to get rid of Ji Wuye.

The simplest solution would be to have the Mohists send two teams of Divine Slayer Swordsmen to ambush Ji Wuye on his way to and from court. Even if Ji Wuye was wearing heavy armor and practicing external martial arts, the Divine Slayer Swordsmen's techniques were specifically designed to counter heavy armor and external martial arts.

"Will you stand against the whole world for me?"

As Zi Nu listened to Xu Qing's words, her purple eyes glazed over slightly. When she turned to look at Xu Qing, her gaze was filled with affection, her eyes reddening slightly, and tears welling up in them.

If anyone else had said these words to her, Zi Nu would have thought they were bragging, but when Xu Qing said them, she felt a great sense of security.

Because she knew that if that day ever came, this unreliable man would definitely stand firmly by her side.

Seeing that Zi Nu was about to cry, Xu Qing made a funny face and said in a flippant tone...
“Your man just doesn’t want to cause trouble, but that doesn’t mean he’s afraid of trouble. Don’t forget that I have more than just the Mo family behind me. If they really cause any unmanageable trouble, let them talk to the Heavenly Sect.”

“The old guys on Mount Taiyi are not dead yet. When the time comes, I will take you to hide on Mount Taiyi, and let my teacher and the old guys lie down at the entrance of the mountain. If anyone dares to come up the mountain, I will change my surname to theirs if I don’t extort them to death.”

Seeing Xu Qing's expression, Zi Nu chuckled, and two tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.

"You're just trying to make me happy. The seniors of the Heavenly Sect are your elders, after all. How could you say such a thing?"

Zi Nu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her armrest, gently nudged Xu Qing, and tilted her head to look at him with seductive eyes.

“They don’t care about these things at all,” Xu Qing muttered.

He didn't even get angry when he called Lao Deng in front of He Guanzi. The senior members of the Tianzong sect on Mount Taiyi probably wouldn't bother with a kid who wasn't even twenty years old. At most, they would beat him up like a grandson.

Zi Nu knew that Xu Qing was deliberately comforting her, but she still had a genuine smile on her face. Her first half of life was very bumpy, but she was lucky to have met Xu Qing.

This man will do anything to cheer her up when she's sad, regardless of his image. He will rush to protect her without hesitation when she faces danger or struggles.
She believed that no matter what happened in the future, Xu Qing would appear in time to protect her, which gradually eased her worries and anxieties, and the anxiety hidden between her brows gradually dissipated.

Looking at Zi Nu's bright smile, Xu Qing also smiled, reached out and held Zi Nu's small hand, then closed his eyes again to rest.

Before long, the carriage arrived at Xu Qing's house.

Xu Qing got off the carriage, went home to get the Cheng Ying sword, and then got back into the carriage. The coachman drove the carriage towards Han Fei's Ninth Prince's residence.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the carriage arrived at Han Fei's Ninth Prince's residence, where Zhang Liang was waiting for them at the gate.

When Zhang Liang saw Xu Qing and Zi Nu walking hand in hand down from the carriage, he quickly went to greet them.

"Imperial Physician, you've finally arrived. The nameless senior is waiting for you in the mansion."

Zhang Liang seemed both anxious and nervous; one might mistake him for someone about to speak with Wuming.

"Zifang, relax. Senior Wuming is here to see me. Why are you so nervous?" Xu Qing chuckled.

“I have long yearned to visit Xiaoshengxianzhuang. My grandfather once took me to Sanghai, hoping to send me to Xiaoshengxianzhuang to study, but he refused.” Zhang Liang said with a helpless shake of his head.

"Oh? Why is that?"

Zi Nu's beautiful eyes sparkled with curiosity. Zhang Liang had been raised by Zhang Kaidi from a young age to be a Confucian gentleman, and he himself was known as a humble gentleman, gentle and refined. No matter what, Xiaoshengxianzhuang should not let go of such a talent.

"Let's talk as we walk," Zhang Liang said with a soft sigh.

Led by Zhang Liang, Xu Qing and Zi Nu entered Han Fei's residence.

“My grandfather’s original intention was for me to study under a great Confucian scholar, but I have met three great Confucian scholars, and they all felt that I had the appearance of a gentleman, but not the substance of one.”

“He appears modest, but he is actually extreme and not suitable for Xiaoshengxianzhuang at the moment, so I declined,” Zhang Liang said in a deep voice.

Xu Qing and Zi Nu both stared at Zhang Liang in astonishment. Having had enough contact with Zhang Liang, they naturally understood that his humble and gentle appearance was not something he deliberately displayed, but rather something that was naturally and spontaneously displayed.

"Even the great Confucian scholars can make mistakes?" Zi Nu said softly.

“I don’t know either, but they didn’t close the gates of Little Sage Village to me. Instead, they wanted me to hone my skills and find my true self before pursuing further studies,” Zhang Liang said.

When he was initially rejected, he was quite puzzled and even almost doubted himself because of those words. Fortunately, he persevered and began to study Confucian classics even more diligently, striving to find his true self, which eventually led him to enter the Little Sage Village.

After a slight pause, Xu Qing looked at Zhang Liang with a strange expression. Thinking about what Zhang Liang would do in the future, he could only say that these three great scholars were indeed great scholars, and they were very good at judging people.

Zhang Liang may appear gentle and refined, but deep down he's a stubborn and irritable guy.

After the fall of Korea, he went to Xiaoshengxianzhuang to take refuge, seemingly living a life of peace and focusing on his studies.

But privately, he spent all his time thinking about how to rebel and avenge Han Fei, uniting with the Mohists and other anti-Qin figures to overthrow the Qin Dynasty. Later, he even attempted to assassinate Ying Zheng at Bolangsha. If it weren't for bad luck—his hammer accidentally hit the wrong cart—the chaos at the end of the Qin Dynasty might have started much earlier.

The story of Huang Shigong receiving a book from Zhang Liang on the bridge seems to suggest that Zhang Liang's humility and respect earned Huang Shigong's approval. However, when Huang Shigong actually asked Zhang Liang to pick up his shoe, Zhang Liang was first taken aback, and then wanted to beat him up.

I only picked up his shoes for him because he was old.

It can only be said that Zhang Liang was fortunate to have studied Confucianism. If he had studied Mohism, even if Huang Shigong had subdued Zhang Liang, he would probably have been punched three times by Zhang Liang.

Laughing and chatting, Zhang Liang led the two to the backyard of the mansion, where Han Fei and Wei Zhuang were attending to Wuming.

Upon seeing Xu Qing and Zi Nu arrive, Han Fei stood up and waved to them, saying...
"Brother Xu, Miss Zi Nu, this way."

Xu Qing straightened his clothes, took a deep breath to calm himself, and then carried the Cheng Ying sword into the backyard.

Nameless, seated in his seat, looked at Xu Qing walking towards him. His expression was calm and composed, but when he saw the Cheng Ying sword in Xu Qing's hand, a hint of emotion appeared in his originally calm eyes.

As Wuming sized up Xu Qing, Xu Qing was also sizing him up.

Although Wuming was a Confucian master of the same generation as Xunzi, he looked young with black hair, appearing to be a robust man under thirty.

If Xu Qing hadn't known that the other party was the previous generation's Sword Saint, he would have thought that the other party was like himself, a young person of high seniority.

In particular, the other person's calm and serene temperament seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding environment, perfectly natural. If one did not look closely, it would be easy to overlook their presence.

"Liezi valued emptiness, saying that emptiness is the Dao, which means being free from attachment and inaction. This sword saint has probably reached such a state of nothingness," Xu Qing thought to himself.

Wei Zhuang looked at the sword in Xu Qing's hand, a strange glint in his eyes. Although he didn't recognize what kind of sword it was, he could feel the restlessness of Shark Tooth.

His shark tooth was eager to fight this sword, which shows that this sword is definitely not simple.

After entering the pavilion, Xu Qing, holding the Cheng Ying sword, bowed to the nameless man.

"I have met the nameless senior."

"No need to call me senior, just call me senior brother," Wuming said calmly to Xu Qing.

Upon hearing Wuming's words, everyone present showed expressions of astonishment, and Han Fei scratched his head, looking at Xu Qing and Wuming repeatedly.

"Uncle-Master, how can Brother Xu call you Senior Brother? Doesn't that mess up the seniority?" Han Fei asked, puzzled.

He kept calling me "Brother Xu," so how did Xu Qing suddenly become a senior in the family? We're all good brothers, how come you suddenly became my uncle?
However, Xu Qing didn't dwell on it. His teacher was He Guanzi, who was a contemporary of Xunzi Wuming.

Confucius, the founder of Confucianism, studied under Laozi, and the relationship between them as master and disciple naturally placed Confucianism at a lower level than Taoism.

Although Taoism doesn't care about this matter and doesn't force Confucianism to bow down, Confucian disciples still have to pay their respects to Taoist disciples in private.

However, what Xu Qing didn't understand was how Wuming could have figured out his identity as a member of the Daoist Heavenly Sect. Surely it couldn't have been Han Fei who told him?
"Senior brother," Xu Qing said, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Well, I have something to say to my junior brother alone." Wuming glanced calmly at the others.

Although Han Fei couldn't understand why Wuming called Xu Qing "Junior Brother," he didn't dwell on it too much, since Xu Qing also had a Daoist Heavenly Sect identity.

However, he felt that Xu Qing would definitely take advantage of him in the future. If Xu Qing called him Brother Han Fei, he would have to call Xu Qing Martial Uncle? How could that be allowed?

“Alright, then please make yourselves at your leisure, Uncle-Master and Brother Xu,” Han Fei said.

Zi Nu glanced at Xu Qing with concern, but Xu Qing gave her a reassuring look before leaving with Han Fei, Zhang Liang, and Wei Zhuang.

After the four people left, Wuming spoke again.

“When I was young, I received guidance from Master He Guanzi, who can be considered my half-teacher. When I was passing through the State of Wei, I also met Master He Guanzi, who told me your true identity. We should address each other as fellow disciples.”

"Did the old teacher ask you to convey anything to me?"

Xu Qing almost shouted out the name "Old Deng," but luckily he corrected himself in time.

(End of this chapter)