I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 230: One Person, Two Bodies, the Destiny of the Nation

National fortune.

During the Middle Wilderness period, it was first discovered by a person whose name is unknown or who has no name at all.

He placed the country's destiny on the shovel, hoe, plow, hammer and sickle used by human beings for labor, turning them from farm tools into weapons of resistance.

The first war was launched against Jiufang Heavenly Palace.

Although he died, he also planted the seeds of perseverance.

Lin Yao is the second person to control the destiny of the country.

He once held the imperial seal in his hand and made donations to the world and the people, and then unified the Central Plains and became the first emperor.

But merely turning the country's destiny into a weapon, or making donations to the world, these are only the appearances of the country's destiny, entities that can be seen by the naked eye.

"Your Majesty, do you think a fly can destroy this underground palace?"

Old Lord Shang stretched out his old hand, which was as dry and wrinkled as tree bark, and let the black water dragon patterns flow across his fingertips. In his other hand, he had grasped a fly wing the size of a fingernail.

The little bug struggled desperately, but it couldn't escape the fingertips of a centenarian.

"How can a mere fly shake the palace?"

After hearing Ying Lou's answer, Old Lord Shang just pursed his dry lips lightly, then pointed his finger and sent a black water dragon pattern into the fly's body.

"Your Majesty, after ten million years, the underground palace of the Qin King's Mausoleum will collapse, and it is related to a bug."

Old Lord Shang loosened his fingertips and let the fly fly into the sky above the palace.

"Shang Gong, are you getting old and confused?"

Ying Lou didn't understand whether the old Lord Shang's brain had rotted away.

Not to mention a fly with a lifespan of only a few dozen days, even if there were a hundred, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand of them, it would be impossible to pry open a single brick or tile of the underground palace.

"Your Majesty, I just said that the fate of a country is the future. Since this strand of fate has entered the body of this insect, it has no intention of rejecting me."

"One hundred thousand years, this is the time given by the destiny of the country, it is not something I just made up casually."

Ying Lou was a little confused. He really thought that this old man was confused and talking nonsense.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to have that expression. For tens of thousands of years, the insect has been passed down from generation to generation. Perhaps one day, the offspring of this insect will become a giant beast that flaps its wings to block the sun, or it may have touched the heart of some powerful person who brought it to the entrance of the underground palace."

"Lord Shang, do you know how long 100,000,000 years is? Whether a tiny fly can survive tomorrow is another matter. If you want to continue to lie, then don't speak any more."

Ying Lou interrupted Old Lord Shang, and his expression became somewhat displeased.

However, this displeasure was due, firstly, to these crazy words, which did indeed make Ying Lou dissatisfied, but also because it was a warning from intuition.

Ying Lou's instinct was rejecting what Old Lord Shang was going to say next.

"Your Majesty, since the fate of the nation has not rejected my idea, this tiny insect will survive. Migratory birds will break their wings if they eat it, and even if they die in the end, they will leave behind offspring."

"If you think in your heart and the destiny of the country does not refuse, things will be accomplished!"

Lord Shang only said half of the last sentence.

If this fly can contain enough national destiny, then perhaps it will not take tens of millions of years. It may take ten years, a year, a day, or an instant to directly shake this underground palace due to various possibilities.

But for a tiny firefly, being able to accept a national destiny is already the limit.

"If what Lord Shang said is true, then if I donate the national fortune to myself, wouldn't it be easy to unify the Central Plains?"

Ying Lou smiled contemptuously. If it were as simple as Lord Shang said, then nothing in this world would be difficult.

"If Your Majesty can do this, then the heaven and earth will make way for you, and even the breeze will help you. The unification of the Central Plains will naturally be no problem."

"But being able to donate national fortune to the future, throughout history, only His Majesty Ying Chu can do it, not even the first emperor Lin Yao can do it."

Duke Shang did not deny it.

"Since only the late king could do this, then what did you do just now?"

Ying Lou heard something wrong.

Since arriving in this underground palace, Ying Shisan can mobilize the country's destiny on his own without the help of the jade seal or ascending the throne as king.

Later, the old man Shang Gong donated the country's fortune to a fly, causing the fly to destroy the underground palace of the Qin King's Mausoleum after ten thousand years.

"Haha, Your Majesty, there is no need to be like this. As for what the old man and Thirteen did just now, it was only because we are in this underground palace."

After Old Lord Shang dispersed the black water dragon patterns around him, he called his youngest daughter to help him stand up.

He shook his robe and took a few steps forward.

"My king, have you never felt surprised?"

"Surprised?"

"It has been ten years since the death of the previous king. During these years, you slept for ten hours every day and had no time to take care of the government. The royal power in your hands was divided and taken away by various forces. But have you ever thought about how a sick king who can only move for two or three hours every night can still sit on the throne for so many years without anyone killing him?"

"Of course it is."

Ying Lou was just about to say that it was naturally because of various reasons that Zhao Ji, Ying Qi and Lu Buwei were unable to take action.

But the words stopped abruptly when they came to his lips.

"Are you saying that someone has donated national fortune to my future?"

"As expected of you, Your Majesty, you can think of it in an instant. When you were born, His Majesty Ying Chu gave you the fate of the country. And according to my observations over the years, the things that happened to Ying Qi, Zhao Ji, and Lu Buwei were too coincidental. I think it must be related to the fate of the country."

After listening to what Lord Shang said.

Ying Lou was sweating profusely.

If Ying Qi, Zhao Ji, and Lü Buwei had taken action before Jin Chan left Peach Blossom Spring, perhaps the king of Qin would have already moved. Now think about it, Zhao Ji and Ying Qi had an affair, and Lü Buwei traveled to another country. These timings are too coincidental.

"No, it's more than that, much more than that!"

suddenly.

Ying Lou was seen muttering to himself with his head down, and his face turned extremely pale.

My entire back was wet with sweat.

Golden cicada!

If the previous king had donated national fortune to Yinglou's future, then the appearance of the golden cicada might not be a coincidence.

One person with two bodies may be related to the fate of the country.

At the beginning, Jin Chan was trapped in Taohuayuan for twenty years, but suddenly he escaped in just two or three days.

It started from accidentally hearing the news about Qingtan and Firefly, to meeting the three brothers of the Zhao family, and finally leaving Peach Blossom Spring because of the appearance of Bai Lang.

Ying Lou initially thought that it was just his good luck, but now it seems that perhaps the future of the country had already been blessed by the previous king.

If leaving Peach Blossom Spring is related to the fate of the country, then Xiao Luoyang, Hong Liangyu, Anziying, Yufujian, Li Yingtai, Su Fu, Pudu Xianshi.
Everything that happened along the way, everyone I met, everything
moment.

All the hairs on Ying Lou's body stood up.

A feeling of powerlessness and confusion spread throughout my body.

His legs suddenly went weak and Ying Lou almost fell to the ground.

"Lord Shang, do you know what kind of national fortune the late king has bestowed on me?"

Ying Lou forced himself to suppress the throbbing in his heart and asked.

"I don't know. No one knows about this except His Majesty Ying Chu."

Old Shang Gong finished speaking.

He turned around to look at his little daughter beside him, then reached out and touched the blank monument behind him.

All of a sudden.

All the buildings in the underground palace were shaking continuously, and the palace complex that was gathered together was divided into pieces, like islands floating in the air, each with its own independent shape.

And the vast river that looked like melted silver also turned into huge drops of water.

The black coffin, as if pushed by a huge hand, slowly floated to the door of the main hall.

"My lord, do you know why my family would rather fake their own death than willingly guard this underground palace for ten years?"

Old Lord Shang's eyes suddenly changed, becoming excited and agitated.

Even with the support of his young daughter, his old body couldn't help shaking.

And what old Lord Shang said.

Ying Lou has been trying to figure it out since he entered the underground palace.

According to the records written by the Imperial Censorate, since more than ten years ago, the descendants of Old Lord Shang seemed to have died or disappeared, and many of them even fled to other countries.

If it was just to prevent the secret of the underground palace of the Qin King's Mausoleum from being leaked, there was no need to sacrifice the entire family.

Seeing that Ying Lou didn't say anything, Old Lord Shang started talking to himself.

"Since I planned to enter this underground palace, I have been sowing seeds day and night. Although my health is getting worse day by day, I have given birth to boys like Ying Sanliu with the help of medicine. Now that my lineage is flourishing, it is time to go back and take over Daqin."

At this moment, Old Lord Shang, who had endured for many years, no longer needed to pretend.

Moreover, the reason why he gave birth to so many children was just to create a descendant like Ying Lou, who could enjoy the great national fortune.

"Take over Daqin, do you want to ascend the throne as king?"

Ying Lou frowned and stared.

But outside at this time, because the palace complex was divided into several parts, Heibingtai, Yang Rui and them could not get there in time.

"My king, if you want to blame someone, just blame that idiot Ying Chu. In order to make me stay here willingly, he actually told me the secrets of this underground palace and the country's destiny. Isn't this forcing me to usurp the throne?"

"Originally, I planned to wait until the great king passed away and the national luck on him dissipated before ascending the throne, but you, a little bastard, insisted on seeking death. So you can't blame me."

At this moment, Old Lord Shang had a ferocious expression on his face, completely different from the respected old man before. His joyful laughter echoed in the empty hall.

"Win 37, do it!"

After Old Shang Gong shouted.

The little daughter beside him suddenly pulled out a shiny dagger from behind.

The cold and chilly look in her eyes was not at all like that of a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"broken!"

At the moment when Ying Lou was distracted, the little girl turned around and waved a dagger at the wordless monument behind her. In a moment, the two big words "Ying Lou" were carved out.

And after the inscription was engraved.

Outside the hall, the lid of the huge black coffin slowly opened without anyone touching it.

　I have written 6000 words today. I am really tired. I will check it carefully later.

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