I Want To Be Qin II

The old Ting Wei took a look at Ying Gao, and shouted decisively: "Verify his integrity, execution—!"

Accompanied by the old Ting Wei's voice, the originally cheering Weishui Dacaotan execution ground suddenly fell silent. When Lao Ai was brutally torn apart by five colorful buffaloes, Ying Gao felt that the sky and the earth suddenly turned red.

This scene is extremely shocking.

Living in a later life, that is a harmonious society. Killing people is only a picture that can only be seen in movies and TV dramas. Even if you see it, it is just a peanut.

Far from the horror and shock of a large living being torn apart by five buffaloes, blood and organs scattered all over the ground.

This scene is too bloody!

As a result, Ying Gao's body trembled a little at that moment, and his mind was a little dizzy, but at this moment, Lai Ai's being torn apart was just the beginning.

This will be a funeral starting with the corpse of Lao Ai, and nearly 5,000 people will die for it.

There was blood all over the ground, people's heads were rolling, and the smell of blood rose to the sky. Looking up, there was blood red, as if even the sky at this moment had turned red.

"The chaos that harms the country and the people should be killed..."

"This is the biggest execution ground since King Hui killed and restored the old family. Qin will have a new look..."

...

At this moment, the entire Weishui Dacaotan execution ground was full of voices and discussions.

"Long live Qin Fa, long live Qin King..."

"Long live Qin Fa, long live Qin King..."

"Long live Qin Fa, long live Qin King..."

...

Huge cheers resounded through the sky once again, echoing across the turbulent Weishui Dacaotan execution ground.

The old Qin people cheered for joy. They saw the strength of the new king, and the anger on the old Qin people's head disappeared with the executioner's hand raising the knife.

The long dark clouds were torn apart by this grand killing, and the long-lost bright sun pierced through the clouds, making the old Qin people's gradually cold hearts boil hot again.

They saw that Qin Fa continued to stand firm, the new king of Qin still respected Qin Fa, and the sky of Great Qin remained unchanged.

...

Looking at the old Qin people cheering and jumping for joy, looking at the blood rolling, corpses and heads all over the place, Ying Gao's face was pale, his Adam's apple surged up and down, and he forced himself to suppress it.

At this moment, he was shocked by the killing and couldn't recover for a long time.

The Weishui Dacaotan execution ground was crowded with people, but only he knew what this grand blood sacrifice meant.

This means the passing of an old era, and it means that a dazzling and unprecedented era will appear. This time, Qin Shihuang is on top, and the Great Qin Empire will be glorious forever.

His body was trembling, and the fear and pallor on Ying Gao's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of coldness, a kind of indifference, and a kind of excitement.

After a while, even her cheeks were flushed.

An old era has fallen, and a new era is coming, and he will surely shine brightly in this coming era like the rising sun.

Even Qin Shihuang can't block his light!

...

Back in the palace, Ying Gao fell into a deep sleep.

He had experienced too many things today, and he was too excited. There was something obviously wrong with his expression, so that Wang Jian forced Ying Gao to rest.

In Wang Jian's study, Wang Ben and Wang Jian sat opposite each other, the atmosphere was silent, no one was willing to speak for a while, until later.

"Father, there's something wrong with the third son's demeanor, isn't there a problem?" Wang Ben was not as determined as Wang Jian after all, so he couldn't help asking.

Moreover, Wang Jian was his father, so there was nothing shameful in not behaving as well as his father, so Wang Ben didn't mind.

Hearing this, Wang Jian didn't answer immediately, and for the first time, a solemn face appeared on his resolute face: "Did you carefully observe the expression of the third son just now?"

"Third Young Master's expression is full of shock, but also excitement..."

Taking a deep look at Wang Ben,

Wang Jian said in a low voice, "For my father, I saw excitement in the eyes of the third son. If the third son is a master of military skills, he is another god of killing!"

At this moment, the idea of ​​not wanting to win Gao Chengcai came into Wang Jian's mind, because he knew that the last god of death was sacrificed by millions of people in the troubled times of the Warring States Period.

"Father, do you need to report to the king?" Wang Ben was also taken aback, and was silent for a while, before saying.

"Wait a little longer!"

Wang Jian shook his head. He knew in his heart that if he reported to King Qin at this moment, it would most likely destroy Ying Gao. As a teacher, he really can't let go of this kind of heart.

"Let the third son learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and also learn Confucianism to calm down!" After a moment of silence, Wang Jian instructed Wang Ben.

He knew in his heart that not everyone could become a peerless killer like Wu An Jun Bai Qi.

If you can't control yourself while killing, you will only fall into the devil's way.

"Hi!"

Nodding his head in agreement, Wang Ben said in a deep voice, "Father, don't worry, I'll do it now!"

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Ying Gao, who was lying on the bed at the moment, naturally didn't know what Wang Jian and his son were talking about. He couldn't sleep at all at this moment, and his mind was full of the scene where five buffaloes tore apart the old woman.

"Why!"

With a long sigh, Ying Gao put on his clothes and walked out of the room. He knew in his heart that even if he continued to stay, he was doomed to have no sleep tonight.

Human heads rolled, corpses littered the fields, blood flowed like a river...

The cheers of the crowd, the indifference of the old Ting Wei, the blood splattered, the organs scattered, the scene after scene was like a nightmare.

The more he wants to forget, the clearer it becomes!

Walking in the backyard, under the moonlight, Ying Gao took a bamboo sword and practiced the sword again and again, exhausting his strength each time.

This time, Ying Gao rarely did not count.

He was doing it to vent!

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"Father, is it really okay for the third son to go on like this?" Wang Jian and his son stood on an attic, blending into the night.

Wang Jian looked at Ying Gao who was slashing wildly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Have you forgotten the scene when you went to the battlefield for the first time?"

"The third son is venting. He has found a way. After venting this time, everything will be fine..."

Wang Jian said it lightly, but he was very surprised in his heart. A seven-year-old child gave him too much surprise.

Many things that adults can't do, happened naturally to Ying Gao.

At this moment, he suddenly had a strong interest in Ying Gao. Before Ying Gao, another prodigy who was famous in the court and the public was Gan Luo.

Thoughts flickered in Wang Jian's mind, when Wang Jian thought of Gan Luo's envoy to Zhao State when he was twelve years old, and tricked Qin State to obtain more than a dozen cities, and Gan Luo was granted the appointment of Shangqing, land and houses by King Qin for his meritorious service, his heart was also silent .

Sometimes, geniuses are difficult for ordinary people to understand, and it is not surprising that anything happens to them.

From Wang Jian's point of view, the young man chopping swords madly under the moonlight at this moment will be a peerless genius not inferior to Gan Luo.