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

"Dad, the moon is wrong."

Although I know that Jin Chan would definitely not do such a thing as killing his own son.

But this bloody scene still frightened Li Yueliang so much that she knelt on the ground, pulling her ears with both hands, fearing that she would follow in her brother's footsteps.

"Come here consciously!"

Jin Chan nodded and glanced forward.

"Dad~~~"

"The moon was wrong. The moon will never dare to do it again. I swear to Nanshan!"

He moved his knees and body, facing south.

Li Yueliang raised his right hand and pointed it high towards the sky, with his index, middle and ring fingers together, and swore.

"Brother, forget about the moon. I don't think she has produced three flowers. At most, she has gathered some five energies. She hasn't even crossed that threshold."

Xiao Luoyang took out a handkerchief from her arms, stepped forward and spoke, but she did not help Li Yueliang up.

"Yueliang, you are smarter than that brat Shiwu. You should know that the reason I don't let you try to become an immortal is not because you can't do it, but because of another reason."

Jin Chan stared at the moon for a few seconds and then spoke.

By the way, wipe the blood off your hands.

After seeing her father like this, Yueyue felt instantly relieved.

I am glad that I didn’t do the same as the fool lying on the ground, who didn’t listen to his father and tried to become an immortal.

"Yueliang knows she is wrong. Dad won't say anything in the future. I will never have such evil thoughts."

"No, if one day you feel the time is right, you can take this step on your own, but the prerequisite is that I am no longer here."

"Not here? Where is Dad going?"

Li Yueliang asked subconsciously in surprise.

After all, in her heart, her biological father is truly invincible.

At most, he will disappear for a while.

Just like this time.

Jin Chan and Xiao Luoyang went out for a few years.

Li Yueliang always thought that the two of them were just going out to travel and have fun.

"Don't ask so many questions. If I find out that you dare to try to become an immortal behind my back, I will dig out your three flowers and shatter your five qi with my own hands."

Say it.

Jin Chan used his toes to pick up the unconscious Li Shiwu from the ground, then carried him on his shoulders and walked into the house.

After half a stick of incense.

Li Shiwu, who was in a coma and on the verge of death, finally opened his eyes.

"Dad, you're being too harsh! I'm going to ask my godmother to tell my mom!"

The first thing Li Shiwu did after waking up was to complain.

"You are three years away from becoming thirty, and you still think of yourself as a child?"

Seeing that Li Shiwu had woken up, Jin Chan stopped feeding him blood.

Just gently wipe it on the cut wrist and the wound will heal instantly.

"Dad, you still know how old I am! I think the daughters of Uncle Meng and Uncle Li are pretty good. Why don't you propose a marriage to them for me so that you and godmother can have a grandson sooner. Forget about Uncle Zi'an. His little daughter is a bit fierce. She's not my type."

Since returning from the Western Regions, until a few years ago.

Li Shiwu told Jin Chan about this many times, but was always ruthlessly rejected by his father.

"Don't worry. Although you and Yueliang haven't entered the immortal realm, you are both born immortals. Your life span is naturally much longer than that of ordinary people. Besides, now is not the time for you to rush about this matter."

Jin Chan flicked his finger towards Fifteen's forehead.

This guy not only has the country's fortune at his disposal, but he can also gather the morale of millions of soldiers and is even proficient in Taoism. Jin Chan likes him quite a bit.

It's just my personality!
Oh, I'm really too impatient.

He is twenty-seven years old, but has a head of a twelve or thirteen year old.

Not to mention comparing with "Su", even his own sister Li Yueliang is far behind him.

"Come on, now that everything is alright, let Daddy test how much your military spirit has improved."

Without waiting for Li Shiwu to refuse, Jin Chan directly pulled him to an uninhabited plain not far from the imperial tomb.

"Dad, my son has just recovered, please be gentle."

"Critical one million soldiers, Dunhuang, Ten Thunders, Eight Thunders, Jade Morning Thunder Pool"

Say it.

Li Shiwu immediately drew out the Zhuyun Tang sword from his waist.

The military spirit was directly concentrated to the critical peak of one million.

With thunder all over the sky, he struck directly at his father's forehead.

Although he asked Jin Chan to show mercy, he actually used all his strength when he attacked.

It is just like the saying goes, the sword in the hand of an evil son will chop down the body of his old father.

"It's still a long way from being perfect!"

Jin Chan smiled gently, stretched out two fingers and went forward.

After half a cup of tea.

The battle is over.

Not surprisingly.

Li Shiwu was beaten again, and it was quite severe.

He had to rely on the golden cicada to feed him blood before he could even move a finger.

After a long time.

"Dad, aren't you afraid of killing me?"

Li Shiwu recovered and sat up from the ground.

I thought that even if I couldn't win, I could at least make my dad take some real action.

But after the battle just now, Li Shiwu found that he was still too naive.

He now understood that the gap between father and son was like a caterpillar looking up at a dragon.

A father is always a father!
"Let's go back!"

Taking advantage of Li Shiwu's recovery time, Jin Chan went to the underground palace.

After returning to Xianyang, in the following days, Jin Chan either stayed at home with Xiao Luoyang to bask in the sun, or occasionally went out for a stroll.

And in the court hall.

The Crown Prince Su and Li Si, who were the regents, were busy day and night.

Not only did we have to complete the Great Wall and the canal construction within a year and a half,
We also have to take into account all the other things in the country.

As for Yinglou.

Seventeen years later, Qin Shihuang has been sleeping in a black coffin in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

At this time, the underground palace was empty except for the endless Qin terracotta warriors.

Except for Jin Chan, no one knows what Ying Lou is doing.

After completing his mission a few months ago, Zhao Guizhen was temporarily placed in Xianyang and was guarded by the Heibingtai and Xuanziying.

However, the thirteen acupoints of the two meridians are still sealed.

He can only stay in the small courtyard all day, and Heibingtai is responsible for his three meals a day.

However, such days only lasted until the end of the year.

Zhao Guizhen, who had lived a carefree and dissolute life, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

I beg Jin Chan to let him go for a walk.

But it was rejected outright.

The 22nd year of Emperor Qin Shihuang’s reign.

June.

Li Xin, Wang Jian, Meng Wu and Li Mu returned to Xianyang.

Haven’t seen each other for several years.

Wang Jian and Meng Wu are both in their seventies.

He is almost the same age as Bai Qi who went on the expedition to Hangu Pass that year.

And the long hair, which was originally black and white, has been completely dyed silver.

Although he is still old, there is no sign of hunchback at all.

His back was straight, like a pine tree standing in the snow.

The 48-year-old Li Xin is no longer as strong as he was in his youth.

The young man he once was is now gray-haired and has entered his fifties.

Several deep wrinkles were carved on his forehead.

However, his eyes still showed a sharpness as when he was young.

However, Li Xin always blamed himself for the failure of the Northern Expedition and the lives of 150,000 Qin people.

This also resulted in him becoming less cheerful than before and becoming much less talkative.

Jin Chan was also helpless about this.

He knew that Li Xin had to return to the battlefield and make great contributions to the Qin Dynasty, otherwise this energy would never dissipate.

This night.

Jin Chan asked Butler Wu to prepare good wine and meat in advance.

Then he called Meng Tian, ​​Zi'an, Mu Xuanzi, Meng Yi, and Wang Ben, his former friends, to his house for a chat.

At the beginning.

Everyone felt a little restrained.

Not as comfortable as before.

Even when they first entered the palace, they all bowed and clasped their fists, performing the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects.

Don't dare to be too presumptuous.

However, after drinking a few bowls of rice wine.

Zi'an, still as carefree as before, took the lead in breaking the awkward situation between a wise king and virtuous ministers.

He strode forward and raised his thick eyebrows.

He grabbed the wine jug with his right hand, touched it to the bowl in Jin Chan's hand, then tilted his head back and poured the wine into his stomach.

The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and wet Zi'an's shirt on his chest, but he wiped his mouth and said without caring.

"Boss, I salute you. No matter who you are, you were my boss before and you will still be my boss in the future. I'll do it, brother. You can do whatever you want!"

"Haha, done, it has to be you, kid!"

Hear this.

Jin Chan was also very happy.

He picked up the largest jar of wine with one hand, tilted his head back and drank it all down in one gulp.

Everyone was stunned at first, then smiled at each other.

He also picked up the jar of wine beside him and started drinking.

This night.

These old men in their forties and fifties had a fiery light flashing in their eyes, as if they had returned to their youth.

They ate meat with big mouthfuls and drank wine with huge bowls.

Free and easy, bragging and chatting.

There is no longer any rift between the ruler and his subjects.

Without the vicissitudes of the passing years.

Only the brothers who fought side by side on the battlefield, with wine stains on their sleeves and oil stains on their beards.

Also totally ignored.

The end of the 22nd year of Emperor Qin Shihuang's reign.

Starting from the Qinling Mountains, first the Taihang Mountains heading east, then to Changbai, Longmen, Taihu, Dujiang and Jialing.

The Great Wall, which stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, connects seven places of national destiny.

The water from the rivers in the country's destiny has also been introduced into the river basin that runs through the Central Plains.

The twenty-third year of Emperor Qin Shihuang’s reign.

Late February.

There was good news coming from the Jin Mansion in Xianyang City.

Xiao Luoyang is pregnant.

Starts mid-February.

Xiao Luoyang always felt lazy and weak.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt dizzy and my appetite became poor.

The exquisite snacks that I used to love to eat, now I have no appetite at all.

Instead, I am very craving for those sweet and sour fruits.

At the beginning.

Xiao Luoyang and Jin Chan didn't take it seriously, thinking they might have caught a cold.

I didn't even think about pregnancy.

But after a few days.

There is no sign of improvement in Xiao Luoyang.

Even for several meals in a row, she only moved her chopsticks a few times, put them down, and returned to her room.

Until one afternoon.

The sun is warm.

The Golden Cicada is not here.

Feeling a little weak, Xiao Luoyang walked to the yard alone to bask in the sun.

But after taking a few steps, I felt a slight dizziness coming over me.

He stumbled and fell on the grass.

Not only did he vomit up all his breakfast meals, but he also felt some pain in his stomach.

If the moon hadn't discovered it in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Even after returning to the room and taking the pills that Jin Chan had left in the room, there was no improvement.

however.

Such discomfort occurred repeatedly and finally aroused Xiao Luoyang's vigilance.

at night.

Jin Chan has not returned yet because he went to the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

After Yueliang and the others had gone to bed.

Xiao Luoyang sat alone in front of the couch, his fingers gently placed on his wrist, trying to feel his pulse.

Although she was not proficient in medicine, her intelligent mind and photographic memory enabled her to memorize all the medical books she had read in her early years.

And this exploration.

The subtle change in the pulse made Xiao Luoyang's heart tremble. He was surprised and happy, but he was not sure.

Just to be on the safe side.

On the second day, Xiao Luoyang asked Yueliang to go to the palace to call for Doctor Hua.

Doctor Hua, who is over 80 years old, is still in good health.

In Ying Lou's harem, he was the one who detected the pregnancy pulses of all the concubines.

So, when Doctor Hua just placed his fingers on little Luoyang's wrist.

He then knew that Xiao Luoyang was pregnant.

"Congratulations, sir. Congratulations, sir. This is a pregnancy pulse. It's been more than a month!"

Doctor Hua stroked his beard and said to Xiao Luoyang with a smile.

"Congratulations, godmother!"

The first ones to congratulate were Fifteen and Yueliang.

The joy on these two people's faces was even more exaggerated than that of Xiao Luoyang, the person involved.

"Where's Dad? Why isn't he here at this time?"

Li Yueliang turned his head and looked around, looking for the figure of his disappointing father.

"This"

His eyes felt sore and two lines of tears rolled down Xiao Luoyang's cheeks.

She couldn't believe that she was really pregnant.

But after the joy, anxiety about the future began to linger in my heart.

Touching his flat belly, a hint of sadness flashed in Xiao Luoyang's eyes.

Pregnancy in ten months.

But there were no unexpected words.

This year should be the year when the heavenly palace guides the nine directions to come to the world.

When.

Whether the mortal world can succeed in conquering the heavens is still unknown.

Even if Jin Chan really did it.

But myself.
After Xiao Luoyang asked everyone to leave, he lay back on the bed.

He turned sideways and covered half of his head.

Staring at the wall a few inches away, in a daze.

For the first time in his life, Xiao Luoyang avoided reality.

That night.

After Jin Chan came back.

Shiwu and Yueliang told Jinchan the good news and their godmother's strange behavior.

inside the house.

Jin Chan brought a bowl of vegetarian porridge and sat down beside Xiao Luoyang's bed.

After helping him up, he picked up the spoon.

After scooping a spoonful, he blew on it near his mouth and handed it over.

"Let's eat something first."

"Ok!"

Xiao Luoyang nodded obediently. She hadn't eaten much for a few days and was indeed a little hungry.

Eat half a bowl of vegetarian porridge.

Xiao Luoyang's complexion gradually became rosy.

"Little girl, everything will be fine with me here, just don't worry."

Jin Chan smiled, rubbed Xiao Luoyang's head with his hand, and spoke gently.

Over the years, Jin Chan has become accustomed to this action.

never changed.

"Ok!"

Xiao Luoyang hummed lightly.

Then he leaned in Jin Chan's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

The twenty-third year of Emperor Qin Shihuang’s reign.

March 1st.

Ying Lou, who had disappeared for several years, returned to the court.

And the first day of the court meeting.

Ying Lou gave the order.

First, demobilize all slaves.

Second, the Qin Dynasty reduced taxes for the people across the country for one year.

The troops are dispatched to govern the towns and villages according to their population.

During this year, all citizens, no matter what happened or what they saw, were not allowed to step ten miles away from where they were.

The imperial court opened its granaries to provide every household with the food they needed.

The third is to use Meng Tian, ​​Li Xin, Wang Jian, Meng Wu and Li Mu as the five armies.

He left Xianyang with all the Qin troops.

They went to five places in the east, west, south and north of the Central Plains respectively.

Although these three national policies aroused opposition from all officials as soon as they were stated.

But Ying Lou just snorted coldly and looked down.

No one dared to continue to object.

The twenty-third year of Emperor Qin Shihuang’s reign.

September.

The powerful armies of the Qin Dynasty each returned to their respective positions.

Looking forward to it.

In the Central Plains, the streets and alleys of towns and cities are empty.

The shop was closed, and the copper lock was covered with dew, as if it was still sleepy.

There was a cold light on the bluestone slab.

The fallen leaves are rustling down.

Hardly audible.

The mountains and forests are covered with ancient trees.

Sunlight shines through in columns.

Dust is flying.

No birds are singing.

No beasts roared.

Extremely quiet.

Every household kept their doors shut.

Everyone is dormant.

October 15th.

Noon.

The sun in the sky was suddenly bitten into pieces.

The day fades into night.

Seven places in the Central Plains.

Seven doors of flesh, blood and bones appeared and then shattered.

A piece of debris fell from the sky. (End of this chapter)