The witchcraft technique has long disappeared in Qin State. Even in the Three Jin Dynasty, Ximen Bao and He Bo married his wife, and most of them have been expelled. Only the old Chu Nan County believed in ghosts and gods. For fifty years, due to the two empress dowagers of Xuan and Huayang, they have survived.

Today, Jian Chu, the guest starring Zong Zhu presided over the ceremony was Wei Liao, who was proficient in witchcraft. When the guru read the guise aloud, under the high platform outside the Taimiao, a law officer ordered the axeman standing behind dozens of death row prisoners in Maiyi. The bronze axe chopped down, and dozens of shriveled and dirty heads all fell to the ground. The servants waiting on one side hurriedly carried the copper basin to catch blood.

The head fell to the ground, and dirty blood rushed. Even if the copper basin was aimed at the broken neck, it could not fill a pot. Fortunately, the dirty blood was not a pot. Dozens of servants carried the copper basin to the high platform, and the blood in the basin was enough to fill the big skin. This skin was like a human figure. When the witch tied Su He outside the skin, put on a set of leather armor, painted the appearance, and wrote the name on the back. It was no longer a skin, but Xiong Jing, the king of Chu.

"Rise! Raise! Raise..." In Wei Liao's voice, Xiong Jing, tied to a rope, was lifted up high, and hung up the head of the wooden pole. Zhao Zheng, who came out of the Taimiao, held a bow and arrow, began to take the stage.

"Cheer!" Wei Liao shouted under the gaze of the ministers below the audience.

Zhao Zheng, who was holding the bow, aimed at Xiong Jing, which was hanging more than ten feet high. The bowstring sounded "bang..." and the arrow left the string. The arrow hit the shoulder blade, but unfortunately the skin was not broken.

"Shoot--!" Wei Liao shouted again. Zhao Zheng fired another arrow, which hit Xiong Jing's heart. The arrow that penetrated the leather armor pierced the blood-filled skin inside, and the blood splashed down into trunks, spilling on the platform.

"King Jing is dead! Long live the king! Long live the king..." The ministers under the stage had been waiting for Xiong Jing to die, and shouted when they saw this. As soon as they shouted, the people of Qinzu Temple inside and outside the court also shouted. The officials and people outside the royal city shouted loudly when they heard the sound. For a moment, the whole of Xianyang was filled with shouts of "King Jing is dead, Long live the king."

"Fight, fight, fight, fight a new Qin!" Xia Yang, who was sitting outside the city wearing armor, said this. Under the commercial law, everyone in Qin sued the evildoer, so he could only speak in a low voice, so he could not hear it even if he could not hear it.

The fact that he is no longer the energetic young man eight years ago, nor is he a disguised spy from the National Wei Mansion. Now, even if he is clearly innocent, he is also the target of surveillance of the National Wei Mansion. Huang Jun was suddenly arrested. The Marquis who were in Yingdu were suspected of being in charge, and Xia Yang was one of the few Marquis who could return to Qin safely from Yingdu.

"The Wei Jiao has an order: Go!" A military officer rushed over and his footsteps splashed with heat and dust. At this time, the two sides of the Wei River outside Xianyang City were filled with Qin troops, hoping to shoot a new Qin Xiayang, who was just one of countless Qin strokes. After hearing the military order, the two or five hundred masters on the chariot immediately waved the flag, and the five hundred masters followed, and the entire army chased the marching column in front and quickly advanced eastward.

This was the last group of Qin troops to Lantian. Not long ago, the Shaofu raided 3,400,000 copper soldiers and bronze ware, and when the soldiers were given to the army, the number of soldiers in the treasury was insufficient. In order to get the weapons, the Yu, who was Xia Yang, was waiting for today. But even today, the Shaofu sent the soldiers to the soldiers only a pestle more than one meter long. What is a pestle? A pestle is a wooden stick.

When the wooden stick was sent down, the soldiers all complained. The Wei Jiao had to kill dozens of people to serve as a warning, and no one spoke after that. It was better to have a wooden stick than to go into battle with bare hands. Moreover, Lantian was more than a hundred miles away, not more than a thousand miles away. If it was more than a thousand miles away, the possibility of Yu dying on the road was much higher than the possibility of dying on the battlefield.

The cheers in Xianyang City became farther and farther away, and soon they could not hear anything. Because there were many young soldiers and they walked a little further, the young people began to whisper and laugh. Although these people were Fu Ji, Xianyang was the capital of the country after all, and those who were officials could naturally be exempted from being exempted from being exempted from being exempted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being granted a little from being given a little from being granted a little from being given a little from being given a little from being given a little from

The Qin State took officials as their teachers and law as their teachings. The school room was a basic school for cultivating future officials. The person who studied in the school room was Shi Zi, equivalent to a scholar after Qin. He passed the school room at the age of sixteen and entered the school room at the age of seventeen and became Shi Zi. Shi Zi was the seed of officials. Even if these people went to the army to fight, they could not be ordinary soldiers. However, now the military situation is urgent. The king ordered them to do so. These seventeen or eighteen-year-old Shi Zi could only wear armor to fight.

The young people were in high spirits and also in high spirits. After half an hour, they lost the strength to stumble and only breathed. After walking for thirty miles, the entire army did not set up camp. After a short rest, they continued to move forward. When they arrived at the second house, the queue finally stopped. However, as the rear team, they finally set up the military curtain and entered the tent to rest, it was already night.

Because of fatigue, most people ate supper and even fell asleep on the roadside without supper. The next morning, the army started to make meals again. At the dawn of the next day, the entire army had packed up the military tent and waited for it. After the dawn, the march finally began under the hot sun. Not only did they walk a few miles on this day, the Shizi, who felt fresh the day before, began to complain.

Their screams soon attracted the five hundred masters. In the chariot, he drew his sword and glared at him. The five hundred masters shouted at them: "The people of Jing attacked me, want to destroy my country and kill my people of the Qin Dynasty. You can only marches, why bother?!"

The five hundred master's eyes wandered. Thinking that all the people who complained about the war the day before yesterday were killed, all the soldiers in the village were shocked, fearing that he would kill people. Xia Yang saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the five hundred master and hurriedly bowed and said, "The young man in the school room has not experienced the suffering of military service. Please forgive him for his crimes. He is also a young man, and his spirit is revealed. Once he fights, he must be brave and not stop him."

The civil law of Qin was already extremely harsh, and the military law was even more fierce. For the soldiers under his command, the Five Hundred Lords had absolute power of life and death. But everyone just complained, but when he came from behind, he only heard the sound and did not see who it was. Xia Yang asked for forgiveness on behalf of everyone, and the Five Hundred Lords stopped their murder and established their authority, and warned: "If there is any noise and sorrow, we should kill them by the method of fighting and killing them."

After the five hundred master finished speaking, he snorted and put his sword in the sheath, which made the emperor stand on his horse and slowly go forward. As soon as he left, the people of the town breathed a sigh of relief. When the crying Shi Zi turned around and wanted to thank Xia Yang, Xia Yang shook his head repeatedly.

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In his love, Xia Yang spoke to these Shizi. During the lunch break, these Shizi greeted him, thanked him and talked to him, but when the dusk rested, things changed.

"Dare to ask..." A few Shi Zi, who had a great time talking during lunch break, came over.

"What are you waiting for?" Xia Yang was wondering why they didn't sleep. Today, they left two more houses, and everyone was sleepy.

"We secretly heard that you had arrived in Jing State..." A Shi Zi named Gao Nose Bridge spoke. Xia Yi remembered him, his name was Hui, who was born on the Rises of Hui.

"I have indeed been to Jing State, and have also seen the sea boats of Jing State..." At this point in life, Xia Yang's only proud thing is that he has been to more places than ordinary people. In those years in Yingdu, Chu State, he saw a world that most Qin people had never seen in their lifetimes.

"Are you a traitor?" Xia Yang originally wanted to describe a wider world to these young people. The word "traitor" was like a sword, stabbing hard in his chest. For several years, he had been carrying this infamy.

"Bah!" The short man saw Xia Yang's expression changed, and he spat at him as if he had seized the evidence, cursing: "Everyone in the country can be killed. However, the law of the Qin Dynasty strictly prohibits private fighting, and even more so, the army should not kill people, otherwise we have already killed you!"

His voice was so loud that the soldiers near several villages could hear it. After scolding, the man retreated. Hui hesitated for a few times, spitted at him, and said loudly: "I am incompatible with the traitors." He left after that.

There is no evidence to prove that he is well-versed, but since he was tortured by the Guowei Mansion, most of the familiar and close people around him are like this. Xia Yang has never heard of the word "draw a clear line", but he understands that these people's motives are all for self-protection. If the Shi Zihui he likes is not incompatible with him, he may not be able to become a profession from the school and become an official.

As a person who was almost despised by everyone, Xia Yang did not feel any pain at all, but instead smiled faintly. However, his smile was still on his face, and the Five Hundred Lords came again. He still stood in a condescending carriage, without drawing his sword, his eyes were not glaring but despised, as if he was looking at a dying animal.

"The commander is recruiting the men of the trapped team. I think you are just right." After the five hundred master said that, he said to the troupe, and the troupe said, "Come on! Take off his armor."

"Why? Why?" Xia Yang's eyes changed. The soldiers in the trap were dead soldiers, and most of them were atonement for death. But he was innocent and did not want to die.

No one answered him. The Five Hundred Lord left after he finished speaking. Before the short soldiers who received the military order took action, his comrade quickly pressed Xia Yang and pulled out the armor on his body. Although Xia Yang's armor was not the ordinary armor in the treasury, it was the jealous rhinoceros armor of the family. After the armor was pulled out, some soldiers snatched it. However, Xia Yang could no longer see these. He was tied up by several short soldiers and led to the camp of the soldiers.

"Report to the Shangguan, the dead soldiers are brought here." The heavy troops outside the camp guarded the troops and bowed to a single-board champion officer.

"I'll ask the captain! I'll ask the captain..." Xia Yang, who was tied up, struggled and kept shouting.

The handover of the Danbanguan glanced at him, "The chief lieutenant's military service is heavy, how can he see you a traitor? Take it away!"

"I am not a traitor! I am not a traitor, I am..." Xia Yang said anxiously, but the soldiers in the camp were not the short soldiers of the five hundred masters. He was still arguing. A soldier behind him hit the back of his head with a sword. The strike was made by the back of the sword rather than the front. He was beaten and immediately fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!