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

"Nantian?"

Jin Chan picked up the fish belly and took a look. He didn't understand whether the Nantian that Xuannv mentioned was the Nantian Palace in his mind.

“The door just now is somewhat similar to Nantian.”

Not all immortals in heaven are as compassionate to the mortal world as Nuwa.

Including Xuannv's descent to the mortal world this time, it was all done on orders. She could not "love" these insignificant mortals in her eyes, but she could at least ignore them and not trample on them.

She originally didn't want to get involved and was just waiting to be called back to Kunlun by Nuwa after the matter was over.

But her natural curiosity made her unable to help but speak it out.

The nine heavenly palaces each have their own flag.

The completion has been set since the initial stage.

"The troops are stationed in the south, and the generals are stationed in Lingxiao."

In the Southern Heaven Palace, except for one supreme being, all the others are of the lowest level.

In heavenly banquets like the Ullambana Festival, the Danyuan Conference, and the Gathering of Immortals, only the Supreme One from the South Heaven would come to participate, while the rest would each perform their duties and not even be qualified to enter and take a look.

However, the number of immortals in the South Sky is so large that, excluding the mysterious "Underworld" whose origin is unknown, the total number of immortals in the other seven places is probably not even one-tenth of them.

"Although it is somewhat similar, it seems to be somewhat different from the Nantian I have seen. As for where the difference is, I can't tell."

Xuannu's words reminded Jinchan of what Yan had said before the hall.

Could it be that this Fish Belly Sword has undergone some changes after being stained with the emperor's blood?

The golden cicada is carefully crafted.

three days later.

Bai Longju still hasn't come back. It seems that he is indeed afraid of the hot-tempered Xuannv.

When Xiao Luoyang was finally able to get out of bed, the first thing he did was to take the Jiutian Xirang to the Heavenly Prison to look for Zhao Guizhen.

Now it is the fourth day of the first lunar month.

Although spring has arrived, the temperature in Xianyang, located in the northwest of the Central Plains, is still a bit cold.

The second year of Emperor Qin Shihuang's reign.

The sixteenth day of the first lunar month.

Ying Lou promulgated three national policies in the Qilin Hall.

First, he removed the national destiny from the western border and the northern Di, allowing the Qin army to march into the two wild areas to demonstrate the power of the Qin state.

The second was to order the acceleration of the construction of the Great Wall.

It is also required that the bricks and stones used must be mined from the three national treasures of Qinling Mountains, Taihang Mountains and Changbai Mountains in the Central Plains.

The third is to introduce water sources from Jialing, Dujiang, Longmen and Taihu into the main rivers running through the east and west of the Central Plains.

These two national policies aroused opposition from 80% of officials in the court.

After all, the Central Plains had experienced war for a thousand years, and now the country has just been stabilized. Such a large-scale project, not to mention whether the financial resources can support it, the manpower required alone will require nearly 60% of the population, including women.

Moreover, the expedition against the Western Regions and the Northern Di required no less than 1.5 million troops, and the amount of food and military pay required was an astronomical figure.

"Your Majesty, the population of the Central Plains has not yet recovered to its peak after years of war. If such a large-scale mobilization of manpower is carried out, there will be no one left to grow crops. The soldiers who are heading north and west may not survive until the end of the year."

A newly appointed official who came to Xianyang from Chu, holding a tablet in both hands, walked out from the crowd of ministers and spoke to Ying Lou.

In the court at this time.

The enthusiastic new ministers spoke boldly and cautiously, while the old ministers who had served in the court for more than five years chose to remain silent.

However, it is not because of the rumors among the people that the First Emperor of Qin was cruel and warlike by nature and could not be persuaded by words.

But these old ministers knew that the First Emperor sitting on the Black Water Dragon Throne was definitely a rare and heroic ruler in history.

Now that he has made up his mind, no one in the world can change his mind.

Especially Prime Minister Li Si and Grand Marshal Luoyang, who did not speak a word from beginning to end. It must be that His Majesty the First Emperor had already communicated these matters with these two people.

Now the announcement is made in the court only to inform all officials, not to listen to their opinions.

"I, of course, know."

"After thousands of years of war, the Central Plains has been divided and united for a long time, and the number of civilians who died in the wars over the years is countless."

"It would be better to let Meng Tian, ​​Li Xin and others conquer the thirty-six kingdoms in the Western Regions and the Northern Di tribes, and then take those Sai people and barbarians back to the Central Plains and invest them in the construction of the Great Wall and the canal."

"I still remember that the population of the Maurya Dynasty is dense, even more than that of our Central Plains. Li Si, send someone to the southwest wilderness tomorrow and ask General Hong Haoxuan to select 500,000 strong slaves from the southwest to come to the Central Plains as soon as possible."

Ying Lou had already thought of these things.

If there is not enough manpower, then we need to supplement it.

Whatever is lacking, we will make up for it from elsewhere.

The people in the Central Plains still have to farm and make a living.

These dirty, tiring, and even life-threatening tasks can be left to the barbarians.

Otherwise, what would be the point of Qin conquering this vast territory?

Could it be that it is just to provide money and food to the aliens so that they can be kept alive?

"This"

When Ying Lou's words were heard, the hall was immediately filled with the sound of officials whispering to each other.

"Your Majesty, our Great Qin is the supreme ruler of all nations. If you act like this, it will damage the surrounding nations' views of our Great Qin, and will also damage your majesty's great power. I think these nations can send troops to show their power, but they cannot take them back to the Central Plains as slaves."

Looking at the young man talking eloquently in the audience, Ying Lou chuckled.

Although all the ministers did not want the Qin Dynasty to continue to waste people's money and resources, they still left so many slaves unused just for the sake of the bullshit dignity of all nations and the mighty power of heaven.

In the court, the old Qin people who had experienced the war would not say such things. Only these self-righteous scholars from the folks would make such naive and ridiculous remarks.

"Go back."

Ying Lou waved his hands without even raising his head.

"Today, I am not here to discuss matters with you."

When the dragon's might shook, all the ministers were terrified.

Although Ying Lou's words only consisted of a dozen or so words, the attitude he expressed was self-evident.

"The ministers obey the order."

After the court meeting, Ying Lou left Li Si and Xiao Luoyang alone.

"Congratulations, my king, and a happy wedding."

When he arrived at the bedroom, Li Si began to congratulate.

He also took out a Legalist document he had written himself and presented it as a gift.

After all, one was the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty, and the other was his only student.

"The student thanks the teacher on behalf of His Majesty."

For some reason, Xiao Luoyang never felt the same when he was with Ying Lou as when he was with Jin Chan.

There is a sense of strangeness, or perhaps restraint.

"We are no longer outsiders, so there is no need for you to do this. Regarding the Undead Legion that Zhao Guizhen mentioned earlier, I intend to hand it over to you for full responsibility, but this matter should not be publicized. The fewer people who know about it, the better."

There were only three people in the bedroom at this time, and even the eunuch Zhao Gao was arranged by Ying Lou to stay outside the house.

"Your Majesty, Luoyang has already told me about this matter. I feel that with millions or even tens of millions of undead armies, let alone whether the process is smooth, such a huge number alone will definitely not be hidden from the public. Instead of covering it up, it is better to make it public."

While Li Si was talking with Ying Lou, Xiao Luoyang was quietly pouring tea for them.

She only speaks when she needs to. "."

"No, if the Nine-sided Heavenly Palace comes to the world, the immortals will cleanse the Central Plains. This matter involves too much. If everyone in the people knows about it, fear will spread. It is estimated that before they come down, the Great Qin will be overthrown."

Ying Lou held his chin and thought about it, then rejected Li Si's idea.

But with these millions of people, and we have to dig up their graves and bones, we really need a reason to silence the people.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, we just need to find a reasonable explanation to deceive the people temporarily."

"If there was a way, I would have told you long ago. Is it still necessary?"

Ying Lou was thinking in his heart, but he said: "Does the Prime Minister have any good ideas?"

"I think that the Imperial Mausoleum is large enough to house these undead legions. It would be better to inform the world that your majesty is benevolent and will abolish the millennium-old system of burying the dead alive with the dead. After a hundred years, allow the soldiers who died on the battlefield to enter the Imperial Mausoleum in another form and be buried with your majesty to protect the Qin Empire for eternity."

"As for the words, Rong Chen can draft them after thinking about them."

The underground palace of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum has no ceiling at the top and no boundaries below.

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Moreover, everything in the underground palace can stand still and hang in the air, so tens of millions of things are definitely not a problem.

After listening to Li Si's proposal, Ying Lou felt that this was indeed feasible.

A few days ago, Xiao Luoyang and Li Si visited Taoist Zhao and ordered him to get started.

Judging from the time, today is almost done and at least one can be completed.

After eating a few bites of breakfast.

Ying Lou, Xiao Luoyang and Li Si got on a carriage and headed to the Tianlao located deep in the south of Xianyang city.

The sky prison is surrounded by towering walls covered with sharp iron spikes.

Although it was intended to prevent prisoners from escaping, there has been no record of anyone successfully escaping from prison since the establishment of the Tianlao, except for Tang Qianyan.

However, it was also because of Tang Qianyan's success last time that, in addition to the Black Ice Platform and the jailers, there were also several Taoist priests from the Xuanzi Camp of Yuetan Mountain in the Heavenly Prison.

"Zhao Guizhen has had his two meridians and thirteen acupoints sealed by us. He will not be able to do anything rash. Your Majesty can rest assured."

The deepest part of the prison.

At the end of the passage is a huge iron door.

The iron gate was covered with congealed blood and smelly hair and flesh.

In the center of the closed iron gate, there is a carving of a ferocious wolf's head.

The wolf's eyes were wide open and its fangs were exposed, as if warning anyone who tried to approach.

The Taoist priest of Xuan Camp personally opened the iron gate and brought Ying Lou and others to the cell where Tang Qianyan was originally imprisoned.

However, Zhao Guizhen at this time did not receive the same treatment as Tang Qianyan did before.

There was nothing except a bowl of cold water and a few stale steamed buns.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are finally here. I am already over 150 years old and my body can't stand the torment anymore. Can you please move to another place? This place is really not a place for human beings to stay!"

As soon as he saw Ying Lou coming, Zhao Guizhen immediately rushed to the prison door, knelt on the ground, grabbed the bars with both hands, and cried out with tears streaming down his face.

His yellow eyes were bloodshot, and his pink embroidered Taoist robe and coquettish steps were replaced with white prison uniforms.

His hair was messy and his skin was dry, wrinkled and dull, as if he had aged dozens of years.

"Old minister? You are not a minister of the Great Qin, what do you mean?"

Ying Lou sat on the chair brought by the jailer, looking at Zhao Guizhen, the former national teacher of the Three Kingdoms who was able to disrupt the Tang Dynasty by his own strength, and asked.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. Since I work for the Qin Dynasty, I am naturally your Majesty's subject."

Zhao Guizhen smiled and replied.

"Master Zhao, you should let His Majesty see your achievements first. If His Majesty is pleased, he may let you out."

Li Si waved his hand and asked the rest of the people to go down.

"Okay, okay. After a few days of research by this old minister, and with the bones and soil provided by Miss Luoyang, we have achieved some initial results."

Say it.

Zhao Guizhen immediately stood up, ran to the center of the cell, and tore off the bulging straw mat.

The people in Ying Lou looked at it intently.

I saw a naked clay sculpture that looked like a human lying quietly on the ground.

This clay figurine has slightly raised brow bones, a relaxed brow shape, eyes that are sunken in their sockets and tightly closed.

Rather than saying that Zhao Guizhen's craftsmanship made the sculpture look lifelike, it would be better to say that this object is a living person with a thin layer of mud on the face.

"Is this the Undead Legion you mentioned?"

Not only Ying Lou, but also Li Si and Xiao Luoyang frowned.

The three of them looked at the clay figure in front of them and had no way of connecting this thing with the undead army that could fight against immortals.

"Your Majesty, please be patient and take a look."

After Zhao Guizhen finished speaking, he took out a grain of sand and something that looked like a rib from the cloth bag next to him, and stuffed them directly into the clay figure's belly.

next second.

The clay man suddenly opened his eyes, then in front of several people, he slowly crawled up from the wet ground and walked forward slowly.

Only when he reached the prison gate did he open his lips and say, "Bai Family Army, Jiazi Battalion, Xuan Lie, captain of the 100-man team, Qin Feng, greets the king."

The clay man knelt on one knee, saluted towards Ying Lou, and spoke incoherently.

"Your Majesty, the Undead Legion is different from the zombies. Not only do they have memories of marching and fighting before they died, but you see..."

After saying that, Zhao Guizhen picked up the empty bowl on the ground and smashed it on the clay figure's head.

Just bang, bang, bang
After dozens of hits, a deep hole was smashed into the clay man's head, revealing the brain mixed with soil and the red mud flowing out.

"Is this the Undead Army you mentioned? If you want to abuse the corpses of the Qin people like this, you'd better die!"

Ying Lou was angry and disappointed.

"Your Majesty, we have not yet completely perfected it due to time constraints. In the future, if this thing is put into use on the battlefield, even if its head is chopped off and its limbs are torn off, it can still fight the enemy, and its body can be used to benefit the country. The limit it can withstand will definitely amaze you."

It can be donated to the country’s destiny!
Upon hearing what Zhao Guizhen said, Ying Lou's expression changed instantly.

But then he closed his eyes again, raised his head and sighed.

"Go back to the palace!"

The three men ignored Zhao Guizhen who was shouting in the cell, left the Heavenly Prison and returned to Afang Palace.

"They died fighting for the unification of the Qin Empire, and now they are being made into terracotta warriors by me. I feel so sorry for these Qin warriors who died in battle."

Ying Lou stood with his hands behind his back, at the edge of the balcony, looking up and whispering.

"Li Si, pass on my order to build a 10,000-member ancestral temple in Xianyang City. The names of all the old Qin people who will be made into terracotta warriors in the future will be recorded and enshrined in the ancestral temple."

"In the next two days, you will draft the document and announce this matter to the world. In early February, you and Zhao Guizhen will start to handle this matter!"

Some things must be done, even if it goes against the will of the world.

Although Ying Lou knew that doing so would be unworthy of the dead Qin people, he was not a soft-hearted emperor.

"Your Majesty, please give this thing a name."

Since it is to be announced to the world, this clay figurine must have a corresponding name.

"Qin Terracotta Warriors!"

Ying Lou said. (End of this chapter)