It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 571: The Spirit of Law (1)

There was a doctor holding a spear in front of the hall, and the extremely narrow corridor reflected the figures of two people.

Li Xian drew his sword without hesitation.

The swords and knives that came from the Ailao Valley turned into fast shadows when they met, splitting the night.

Li Xian wanted to remove the mask covering his face. After so many years, he also wanted to know who he really was.

A bright light flashed across the immortal master's eyes, and the other party simply used the whisk in his hand to dissolve the sword edge.

"Master Li, your swordsmanship is quite good." The immortal master said with a smile.

Li Xian's eyes darkened when he saw that the other party had asked a group of fairies to stay in front of Gaoquan Palace. He had no plans to meet Xu Zhi today, which made him feel relieved.

But for him, today's meeting was something he could not avoid.

"Then please give me some comments, Master."

The bright moon hangs high above the head, and the cold light breaks through in the blink of an eye.

The Immortal Master glanced at Li Xian and couldn't help but chuckle, "After sixteen years, only Lord Li is still persisting. He is truly persevering. He is much stronger than Mo Qi."

He spoke in a vague and ungrounded voice, as if the sound could be exhaled without passing through his throat.

Li Xian propped the hilt of his sword against the ground. "You have obtained the latter volume of Lüshi Chunqiu, annotated by Mo Qi, and you also witnessed the truth behind his past deeds on Mount Zhongnan..."

The immortal master interrupted him, "The truth? What is the truth? Mo Qi disobeyed the will of heaven and ultimately met a miserable end. This is what I predicted in my hexagram. How is Ying Hehua any different from him? I thought Lord Li would obey the will of heaven, but it turns out you're just like them, only you're even more ridiculous. When we were in Shu, Zhao Gao couldn't stop Lord Li from leaving. He actually let you find Huai Qing first, allowing her to survive."

Li Xian didn't expect that he was watching every move he made. He said in a deep voice, "Huaiqing Cinnabar's business is so impressive. How could I not make plans early on?"

He smiled. "The implication is that Lord Li already knew the source of the great rivers in the Lishan Imperial Mausoleum." He continued, "Using cinnabar to refine mercury is the most important part of the secret recipe for the elixir of immortality. You've been testing medicine for Ying Zheng for many years, becoming a skilled doctor yourself, even able to write for him on red stone. In your opinion, how effective is this?"

Li Xian's body was almost at the point of collapse. He spat out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground. "...No matter what the effect is, this is my duty as a minister."

The immortal master shook his head, thinking that he was hopeless, as unreasonable as his father, and as puzzling as his senior brother.

"How ridiculous! Didn't Mo Qi and Ying Hehua tell you? The Qin era will definitely end."

Li Xian raised his head with difficulty. "Is it Your Majesty who seeks immortality... or do you wish to obtain the River Map and Luo Shu and follow the so-called destiny?"

The Immortal Master lifted his collar. "Me? Wasn't it Lord Li who wanted the River Map and the Luoshu from the very beginning? You went to great lengths to go to Chu, detour through Han, and still refuse to give up on the old matter of Yingchuan. Wasn't it all for the Luoshu?"

"I did want it before." He paused for a moment and smiled absentmindedly, "But now I don't need it anymore."

The Immortal Master easily tested the sword against his throat and sneered. "Ridiculous."

Li Xian thought of what she had said in Zhilan Palace. He remembered when she put the silk book with the imperial seal in his hands - how can it not count as what I promised you?
Then those unfathomable eyes lifted again, their expression falling into memories, as if distant mountains overlapped, and the dream of cranes was being rekindled.

"This life is so fleeting, I don't want anything else."

The immortal master raised an eyebrow. "Master Li, you are wrong. A very intelligent person would use one life as if it were two. For example, Zifang. He is smarter than you."

Li Xian's brows furrowed as he clenched his sword. "Although I hate Zhang Liang, I know exactly what kind of person he is. He would never help you if you hadn't forced him to do anything."

"How could it be coercion? Before his death, Fan Zeng advised Zhang Liang to renounce worldly affairs as soon as possible. Now, thanks to Ying Hehua, Zhang Liang is doing well enough. After all, the next era belongs to us."

Li Xian didn't understand the last sentence.

Belong to them?
Because Mo Qi and Xu Zhi never said anything too cruel.

Putting aside the love factor, he never knew why they were so cautious towards Zhang Liang.

Li Xian knew of the existence of the Han Dynasty and of Puyi, but he did not know how the Qin Dynasty was destroyed... It was not about the gains and losses of land, nor the demise of the Qin Dynasty.

But it is the complete loss of people's hearts.

The Han Dynasty lasted for a hundred years, completely replacing the Qin Dynasty's influence during that time, becoming a symbol admired by countless people in the long river of history.

Qin and Qin Shi Huang were nailed to the pillar of shame and were cursed and ridiculed by countless literati and heroes.

The building collapsed and the achievements were destroyed.

Ying Zheng was autocratic and dictatorial, and Li Si lost his integrity in his later years. They deserved it.

Only when people are in the midst of it can they laugh at the powerlessness of fate.

Mo Qi and Xu Zhi tacitly told Li Xian about the glory of the Han Dynasty.

"Lord Li, do you think that seeking immortality is just a whim of Ying Zheng? And that Xu Fu and I can make up some myths about immortal herbs and orchids to keep Ying Zheng diligently pursuing them?"

Blood had already flowed down to the back of his hand. The immortal master glanced at him and said, "You should know what kind of person the emperor is. He doesn't take the so-called seeking of immortality seriously."

He stood up, and the white hem of his clothes swept across the long sword that fell to the ground.

"Since Lord Li can understand Mo Yuan's book, why don't you take this opportunity to share with me the mysteries of the meridians and latitudes? I'm kindly reminding you that Qin's fate cannot be changed. Don't be so ungrateful. If you can't get fame, wealth, power, and women, you'll end up losing your life."

"As the Immortal Master said, I am but a simple person, a stranger in the mortal world. I seek immortality and the Way, and I have no desire for such ethereal matters."

The immortal master probably didn't expect that all the people in their Legalist school were atheists.

And Li Xian is actually a loyal character.

But it is clear that his hexagram was not written like this.

Li Xian propped himself up and stood up. As the moonlight fell, he could see the bloodstains beneath his black robe had turned purple. "Master, you've been wandering around the nations for many years. You should know that I've killed many witches that others dare not kill. Talk of ghosts and gods is just nonsense. I don't believe it."

He narrowed his eyes and said, "In that case, my lord, you have no choice but to become my enemy. But it's dark and the road is long, so don't get lost. If you go the wrong way, you won't have a chance to come back."

After the immortal master left.

Li Xian felt a sudden pain in his chest and abdomen. He had dragged on for so long, and the discussion in Gaoquan Palace should have ended.

He never believed that the spell cast by the witch could be so powerful, and thought it was just the result of eating too much messy food over the years.

Until Xu Zhi saved him with his own blood, their lives were closely tied together from the moment they left their names on the red stone.

Over the years, he has tried every possible way to break the redstone curse.

It turns out that the answer lies in Mount Li.

Li Xian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the moon, dragged his bloodstained body, and put the sword back into the scabbard.

-

An hour ago, Gaoquan Palace was in the midst of a heated debate.

Xu Zhi saw that the Qi Confucians were wearing black cloth crowns, with black crown bands tied into a regular "cross knot" around their chins. The long robes they wore were woven with coarse silk produced in Lu, with a black body and a purple hem, and the edges of the robes were sewn with plain silk edges.

"The Prime Minister's name is fluent in ancient times, but he is a man who is not only familiar with the ancient times but also with the present."

Has anyone guessed who the immortal master is?