All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 419 Farewell, Zulong (Final Chapter)

"Ready, music~~~"

A group of musicians began to play.

Various musical instruments such as flutes, cymbals, clappers, drums, chimes, jars, bells, chimes, and zithers sounded rhythmically in turn.

The Yuefu Cheng, who was in charge of conducting the music, listened attentively and nodded with satisfaction.

When the rhythm came, Yuefu Cheng signaled the dancers to "start~~~"

The dancers, some big and strong, some wearing strange clothes, and some with odd looks, all stepped forward in order and started dancing with expressionless faces.

It was obvious that these people's dancing skills were average and they often made mistakes.

However, Yuefu Cheng was not angry. Instead, he patiently beat the rhythm and corrected the dancers' mistakes.

The reason is very simple, these people's identities are unusual.

They are all kings, and there is also a Chanyu.

Maodun looked very unhappy, and his beard was untidy, as if he hadn't slept for half a month.

At this moment, he was like a walking corpse, dancing aimlessly to the rhythm of others.

He was captured a year ago after the defeat in India.

The Qin general who captured him at that time said with a relieved tone, "I have chased you for thousands of miles and finally caught you."

"Ten thousand miles? More than ten thousand miles."

Recalling how he began his escape from Yinshan Mountain, he hid from place to place and fought against the Qin army all the way, running back and forth from east to west, covering more than tens of thousands of miles!
Dozens of horses died of exhaustion while carrying him.

After that, he was transported to Xianyang City after a bumpy journey.

On the way to Xianyang City, he saw those huge cities that looked like fairy palaces. The pressure brought by the steel-forged cities is still hard for him to forget today.

Especially when he saw with his own eyes those large carts carrying out cartloads of steel armor and weapons from the Fairy Palace, this feeling of oppression reached its peak.

Since then, he has been in this confused state.

"Great Chanyu."

The Minister of Music stopped the music and dancing, and helplessly spread his hands, "If you continue to be so out of tune, and make a fool of yourself during the ceremony, we will all be in trouble."

This is Ying Zheng’s private dance troupe, the famous King’s Dance Troupe.

If you want these arrogant kings and Chanyu to put aside their pride and dance for the emperor, corporal punishment, torture, and starvation will not work. After all, they have to dance in public and cannot be tortured.

Therefore, the way to deal with troublemakers is to punish them collectively.

If you don't worry and do things perfunctorily, the result will be that the whole team will be in trouble.

First, the food allowance was reduced, and then they were punished by cleaning the house, which meant emptying the chamber pot or something like that.

If that doesn't work, the entire dance troupe will be expelled and sent directly to mine.

Under this system of collective responsibility, as soon as the Minister of Music stepped back, several kings on the same team as Maodun immediately stepped forward and threatened him.

"This isn't the first time you've done this!"

The King of Dayuan said in a strange accent, "We are eating very poorly now. We only have corn porridge to drink every day. We don't even have pickles! In Daqin, this is food for livestock!"

"You made a mistake again at the celebration last month." Masinissa, the King of Numidia, simply grabbed Maodun's collar and said, "I am a king, and I used to be one. But now I have to empty the chamber pots of other kings, and it's all because of your mistake!"

King Diodotus II of Bactria waved his fist. "If you make the same mistake again, all of us will be sent to the mines as slaves. If that happens, I don't mind beating you to death first!"

Several kings surrounded Maodun and beat him up, leaving him with a black eye and a swollen face.

They also swore that if they were sent to the mines as slaves because of Maodun, they would kill him in the most cruel way first!

Raising his hand to wipe the blood flowing from his nostrils, Maodun got up from the ground and stood back in the team without saying a word.

Yuefu Cheng waved his hand happily and said, "Get up~~~"

In the following rehearsals, Maodun performed much better, and Yuefu Cheng's smile became more proud.

A few days later, another celebration was held to celebrate the destruction of some distant country.

As night falls, countless colored glaze lamps light up the entire Xianyang city, making it seem like a fairyland on earth.

The Qin people, with confidence and pride on their faces, crowded on both sides of the Imperial Road, watching various performances, and walked along the Imperial Road towards the Xianyang Palace.

The most eye-catching among them is naturally the dance troupe composed of kings.

Looking at these kings from distant lands, singing and dancing all the way to the Xianyang Palace, the onlookers cheered and laughed loudly with great joy.

This is what a strong national prestige is.

When a country's prestige is strong, the people's self-confidence will also increase.

If we give the people some leftovers so that they have enough to eat and not starve to death, they will immediately be loyal and willing to go through fire and water for the Qin Dynasty.

Maodun in the dance troupe had a blank expression on his face as he just followed the team and danced all the way into the Xianyang Palace.

In the huge square in front of the Xianyang Palace, thousands of Qin nobles, royal family members, civil and military ministers gathered here, sitting behind their desks, eating, drinking, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was very lively.

As the Qin Dynasty expanded its territory further and further, their income and honor also continued to increase.

Simply put, the emperor made the cake bigger and bigger, and they could get more bites, so they were naturally happy.

The various performances before gradually ended and people's expressions did not show any great surprise.

After all, we have seen too many things like breathing fire from the mouth, building human ladders, and the Hu Xuan dance over the years, and we no longer feel the shock and joy we once did.

But when the King's Dance Company came on stage, the cheers suddenly surged.

To put it bluntly, no one cares whether these people dance well or not.

What really matters is their identity~~~
Not only the clan relatives and ministers in the square in front of the palace liked to watch it, but Ying Zheng also liked to watch it.

For Ying Zheng, this was the spoils of his conquest of the World Island.

When Ying Zheng, dressed in a black dragon robe, came out of the palace and walked along the Dan steps to the square, the entire square erupted in thunderous cheers.

This is their king, their emperor.

The emperor who led the Qin Dynasty to unprecedented glory!
Ying Zheng enjoyed the cheers and admiration very much. He slowly raised his hands, and the cheers around him increased again, as if they were going to pierce the sky.

At this moment, Maodun, who was originally kneeling on the ground to salute, suddenly stood up and rushed towards Ying Zheng.

This scene happened too suddenly, no one expected this to happen.

The soldiers around reacted quickly and drew their swords and stepped forward.

However, no one expected that Maodun could run so fast.

It was just like a horse galloping on the grassland, rushing forward like the wind, rushing forward before the soldiers could block Ying Zheng's way. Ying Zheng had a blank expression on his face, and had already drawn the Qiankun Universe Blade in his hand.

"Back then, Jing Ke knew how to hide his sword, but you don't even have a weapon."

Ying Zheng was not frightened, he just felt strange.

Is Maodun seeking death?
He was indeed seeking death, but for people like Maodun, death was not scary.

The only reason why he endured humiliation, was captured alive and sent to Xianyang City to dance was that he wanted to avenge the people in his tribe.

The Xiongnu tribe was completely destroyed.

The men were either dead or suffering in the mines, while the women were scattered across Middle-earth and had long since been lost to history.

As the last Hun, Maodun was determined to launch a desperate attack on Ying Zheng.

I don't want to kill him, I just want to bite off a piece of his flesh!

Facing the long sword in Ying Zheng's hand, Maodun simply jumped up, intending to use the impact force to let the long sword pierce his body, and then stick close to it and take a bite!
It was not until this moment that Ying Zheng was truly moved.

Any assassin who can get before him is not afraid of death.

And people are not afraid of death, even the emperor will be frightened.

At this moment, a wine jug flew over from behind Ying Zheng and hit Maodun directly.

This collision caused his body to pause involuntarily.

The soldiers who were desperately chasing Maodun took two steps forward and their swords went in with a white knife and came out with a red knife!
Only a few steps away from Ying Zheng, Maodun's eyes were filled with unwillingness, and his head was immediately chopped off.

Ying Zheng took back his sword, turned around and said to Chen Ran with a smile, "Thank you, Imperial Master, for your help."

"It is everyone's responsibility to fight against the barbarians."

Chen Ran came to Ying Zheng, looked at Maodun who was dragged away, and said calmly, "You are almost taking over the entire World Island. This dance troupe should also be disbanded."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng nodded immediately and told Zhao Gao, who was already gray-haired, "Send all the people in the dance troupe to the mines."

"Hi~~~"

"National Master." After this incident, Ying Zheng no longer had the mood to continue the banquet. He left the square in front of the palace and chatted with Chen Ran leisurely. "So many years have passed, and the appearance of the National Master has not changed at all."

"The face is tender."

"Haha." Ying Zheng, who already looked a little old, did not hide the envy in his eyes. "Master, is there immortality in this world?"

Chen Ran shook his head and simply denied it, "No."

A hint of sadness flashed across Ying Zheng's face.

The Imperial Master was unwilling to give him immortality, and there was nothing he could do.

After all, these immortals cannot be threatened by mortal power.

"You should train a successor well." Chen Ran said with a smile, "With your current physical condition, you will have no problem living another 30 years."

"Thirty years?"

Ying Zheng smiled bitterly and said, I really want to live another 500 years!
Time flies, and thirty years are gone in the blink of an eye.

Daqin has swept across the entire World Island, and Chen Ran's mission has been completed.

After receiving the reward, he even returned to the modern world and threw all his enemies into different alien worlds to suffer and live a life worse than death.

But afterwards, he still returned to this world and waited quietly.

The people who were once familiar gradually faded away, and even many of Ying Zheng's sons died of old age.

In the end, only Chen Ran and Ying Zheng were left.

Ying Zheng was getting older and older, and it was obvious that his time of death was approaching.

"National Master~"

Ying Zheng was lying on the bed, his hair and beard were all white and his face was full of wrinkles.

After arranging the funeral, everyone was asked to leave, leaving only Chen Ran.

Ying Zheng's eyes were full of anticipation. "Is there immortality?"

Facing Ying Zheng's hopeful gaze, Chen Ran still shook his head and said, "There is no immortality."

The light in Ying Zheng's eyes dissipated visibly.

"Thinking back to when I first met the Imperial Master, I was still a child and in the blink of an eye my father became the King and my mother became the Empress."

Ying Zheng's murmurs became lower and lower until they disappeared.

Chen Ran stood in front of the couch for a long time, and finally stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and pulled the quilt to cover Ying Zheng's face.

"Goodbye, Zulong."

Chen Ran turned around and walked out of the palace with his hands behind his back, leaving only a sentence "His Majesty has passed away."

Soon, the sounds of crying and wailing began from the Xianyang Palace and spread throughout the entire World Island!

"System, I want to retire."

"Going through so many worlds is like reincarnation after reincarnation. I can't handle it emotionally. I really want a bowl of Mengpo soup."

"Yes." The system simply said, "Thank you for your efforts."

'After the system leaves, you can still travel through the worlds you've been to before. This is a parting gift for you.'

Chen Ran smiled and bowed, "Thank you."

'goodbye! '

Since then, there has been no sound from the system.

Chen Ran subconsciously wanted to open the system panel, but it could no longer be opened.

"Alright."

He smiled, returned to the modern world, looked at the rows of skyscrapers and the endless stream of cars, and stretched his arms.

"I'm back. This is my hometown. From now on, I'll live my life well!"

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