People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

Is Mr. Cao Ze a chef whose skills are even better than Fatty Ding's?

If he can give Ding Pangzi pointers, then the food he makes must be absolutely delicious!

Dao Zhi looked on with a fascination, his saliva practically dripping onto the ground.

Fatty Ding was already annoyed, and seeing Dao Zhi's spineless appearance, he pointed his thick finger at Dao Zhi's head and said, "Can't you be a little more capable? We still have to run the shop! How are our customers supposed to eat?!"

Dao Zhi moved his foot, and fine arcs of electricity flashed in the shop, dodging Ding Pangzi's finger in the blink of an eye.

Fatty Ding stomped his foot angrily, "You little brat, don't even think about eating my food again!"

"Pshaw, who cares!"

Dao Zhi looked arrogant.

Cao Ze glanced down and caught a glimpse of Dao Zhi's movement.

Lightning Speed ​​Step... This is a good thing.

Cao Ze became interested.

This kind of movement suits him well. Although his speed after transforming into lightning is extremely fast, the cost is quite high. He just doesn't know how effective this lightning speed step will be.

According to the original story, Robber Zhi almost had his leg amputated because of this gait.

"What are you looking at?"

A soft voice rang out, and Cao Ze looked at Zi Nu, who was wearing a purple veil, and smiled, "An interesting young man."

Zi Nu smiled and said, "He must be a core disciple of the Mohist school, right? His footwork is extraordinary. Wei Zhuang said it is the Mohist school's secret Lightning Step, a technique practiced by the bandit Zhi throughout the ages."

Cao Ze glanced at the empty second floor. "You guys live here? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

"The Mohists value integrity and righteousness. As long as we do not violate morality, they will not betray us."

Zi Nu chuckled and said, "Speak, what do you want from me? Are you going to make a move against that person?"

Cao Ze nodded slightly. "We are indeed preparing to take action, but things have changed a bit. Before we do, we need to ask the Nameless Sword Saint to help Senior Gongsun sneak into the Prime Minister's residence."

Zi Nu gently tossed a strand of hair behind her ear, her purple eyes gazing seductively at Cao Ze.

"The Sword Saint said he will only use his power once. Are you sure you want to use it here?"

Cao Ze smiled and said, "I'm sure."

Since he is nameless, he will not kill anyone, and naturally he will not break his vows for him.

Therefore, the best use for Wuming was to scare Lü Buwei.

For example, you could learn from the Monkey King: sneak into Lü Buwei's bed in the middle of the night, give Lü Buwei a half-shaved head, and hang a sword of Damocles over his head.

This will ensure that Lü Buwei can carry the bed out of Xianyang City overnight.

……

Chapter 422 Erotic Dance

The sun rises.

The clouds on the horizon were golden, as if they were connected with the long river, the water and clouds reflecting each other, like a dream.

Ya Fei was dressed smartly, exuding a heroic and spirited air.

She stood among the reeds on the riverbank, gazing at the dock a hundred meters away.

This is perhaps the busiest river port outside Xianyang City.

On the canal, masts stood tall, sails filled the sky, and boats of all colors jostled and pushed each other, leaving almost no space between them.

At the dock, a group of laborers, shirtless and shouting deafening chants, carried bags of grain, bundles of cloth, and boxes of sundries ashore from the ship's hold, creating quite a lively scene.

"The greatest hermit lives in the court, the middle hermit lives in the city, and the lesser hermit lives in the wilderness... Lü Buwei wants to have it all."

Ya Fei recalled a remark Cao Ze had once made, his tone slightly playful and sarcastic.

Lord Longyang smiled faintly: "Who would have thought that Lü Buwei, who held immense power in the Qin court, would leave a way out here?"

The lush green reeds are taller than a person, with long reed flowers growing on the hollow reed stalks. From a distance, they look like a green blanket covered with white flowers, covering the shimmering river water.

Zi Nu weaved through the reeds and soon arrived at the place where Ya Fei and Long Yang Jun were.

"He contacted me and asked me to invite the Nameless Sword Saint to join Senior Gongsun in infiltrating Lü Buwei's Prime Minister's residence tomorrow night."

"Oh?" Lord Longyang said in surprise, "I thought Cao Ze would ask Wuming and Gongsun to assassinate Lü Buwei."

“He wouldn’t do that. He said that Wuming never kills people, so it would be pointless. And as the head of the School of Names, Senior Gongsun also has his concerns. So he wants Wei Zhuang to execute Lü Buwei so that he can use someone else to do the dirty work.”

Zi Nu's voice was clear and melodious, accompanied by the gentle breeze from the reeds, like the clear sound of silver bells.

Consort Ya is already immune to Lord Longyang's pig brain.

"He's really dreaming. He'll use someone else to do his dirty work and all the benefits will be his."

Consort Ya smiled coldly: "That's fine, it leaves Lü Buwei with no choice but to join our Three Jin."

Zi Nu remained silent, not informing Ya Fei and the others of the conditions Cao Ze had promised to South Korea.

He promised not to harm South Korea for five years... Unfortunately, Han Fei did not agree, and wrote in his letter a quote that Cao Ze had once said: "How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?"

"Where is Wei Zhuang? Where did he go?"

Longyang Jun asked casually, "This young man is arrogant, but his strength and skills are undeniable."

This hidden hiding place of Lü Buwei was discovered by Wei Zhuang through subtle clues.

"I don't know, he didn't say."

Zi Nu speculated that Wei Zhuang had most likely gone to find his senior brother, Gai Nie.

She had never seen Wei Zhuang like that before. His eyes would turn cold whenever Gai Nie was mentioned. Only those who knew Wei Zhuang well would know that behind his cold eyes lay a tenderness he didn't want anyone to know, a tenderness that belonged only to his senior brother.

……

In Xianyang City, two figures, one in black and one in white, were moving at an extremely fast speed through the streets.

Before long, they arrived at Shisanlipo, outside Xianyang.

The two landed on the high slope one after the other, neither a moment too late nor a half a breath too early.

"Senior brother, you really didn't disappoint your junior brother."

Wei Zhuang remained as cold and aloof as ever.

The chase on Xianyang Street just now was him confirming whether his senior brother had reached the half-step Grandmaster level.

He disdained engaging in an unfair competition with his senior brother.

"Xiao Zhuang, you've finally come."

Gai Nie was as gentle as a spring breeze. His originally sharp eyes and sword intent became restrained, creating a contrast with Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang raised an eyebrow slightly, unsurprised that his senior brother knew he had come to Xianyang.

How could Cao Cao possibly help him keep it a secret?

"Swords have no eyes, and we have no regrets about life or death. Senior brother, you must go all out!"

Wei Zhuang revealed his sharp edge, pointing his sword at Gai Nie, the man he had always regarded as his strongest opponent in this life.

Gai Nie remained silent, but his aura suddenly surged, and he became like a drawn sword, exuding an unstoppable momentum.

Xiao Zhuang's obsession runs too deep; some things can only be said after the sword duel.

Wei Zhuang was not surprised but delighted, "Good!"

He took a step forward and slashed with great force, his sword strike like splitting a mountain, exuding an unparalleled domineering aura, as if he could cleave even a river in front of him.

Gai Nie simply thrust forward with incredible speed and sharp eyesight, striking the weak point of Wei Zhuang's sword intent, which was as powerful as a surging river.

"boom--"

Wei Zhuang's sword move was broken, and the remaining force struck the high slope, directly slicing off a section of the slope.

He was not discouraged and continued to strike with his sword.

The two learned their skills from Guigu and had sparred countless times, becoming intimately familiar with each other's sword techniques, intents, and even habits.

This fight, which seemed extremely boring to outsiders, like a random hack-and-slash exchange, excited Wei Zhuang, excited, and excited again, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

The air exploded, and Wei Zhuang's subtle sword intent, hidden in the air, was detonated, slashing towards Gai Nie at a tricky angle.

In a flash, Gai Nie took a half step back, narrowly dodging the domineering sword intent that was as venomous as a snake.

"Xiao Zhuang, you've changed. You wouldn't have used such methods in the past."

"It's not me who has changed, it's you!"

Wei Zhuang said coldly, "This is no longer the senior brother I know!"

That wisp of sword intent just now wasn't some kind of sneak attack trick, nor did he deign to resort to sneak attacks.

Rather, it was a seed planted in advance by him based on his senior's habits and methods.

Unfortunately, his senior brother didn't realize it, which left him disappointed.

"Gai Nie is still the same Gai Nie as before. It's just that I didn't understand it before, but now I do. I am still me."

Gai Nie spoke in a calm tone, his eyes revealing a faint trace of pity, as if he were lost in thought.

"Hmph! Speak only with your sword!"

Wei Zhuang stroked his sword with both fingers, the Shark Tooth sword hummed softly, and a domineering sword intent soared into the sky, tearing his sleeve directly.

"Senior brother, let me see your Hundred Steps Flying Sword again!"

"Spanning all directions!"

The dust and smoke instantly billowed back several dozen feet, and amidst the swirling dust, eight sword lights emerged from various directions almost simultaneously.

Gai Nie would not underestimate his junior brother's swordsmanship.

He used the simplest posture to thrust out the simplest sword.

Only a swordsman who has mastered the art of swordsmanship can see how profound Gai Nie's seemingly simple thrust was.

The Hundred Steps Flying Sword, which was originally fearless and certain to die, has become somewhat gentler.