Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Yan Dan's lips moved, but he finally lowered his head: "Yes, Your Majesty, I obey your command."

After leaving the palace, Yan Dan did not go to the government office to mobilize troops, but went directly back to the Crown Prince's residence.

In a side hall of the mansion, Jing Ke had been waiting for a long time. Upon seeing him enter, he quickly stood up: "Your Highness..."

“Brother Jing, there’s no need for further words. I know what you want to say.” Yan Dan interrupted Jing Ke, and said in a deep voice, “Indeed, my uncle was wrong in this matter. He shouldn’t have imprisoned the great swordsman and humiliated him…”

"But sometimes, there are much gentler ways to resolve conflicts, and there is no need to be so radical."

"That Mr. Xu knows me!"

Yan Dan spoke eloquently, his words all aimed at defending his uncle, Lord Yanchun, and recounting the sins of Xu Qing and the Great Swordsman.

He knew very well what Jing Ke had wanted to say earlier.

It was simply that he owed Xu Qing a favor and wanted to repay it, hoping that Xu Qing could be lenient. However, Yan Dan's attitude was that personal favors are personal favors, and national laws are national laws.

Those two committed such a serious crime in the Yan Kingdom; they cannot be let off so easily.

You should know that Lord Yanchun is his royal uncle, and this place is Jicheng.

As Jing Ke listened to Yan Dan's words, his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something more.

Yan Dan did not give him a chance to say more.

"Brother Jing, you should get some rest."

"I have other important matters to attend to!"

After speaking, he turned and left, no longer speaking to Jing Ke.

Seeing that the negotiations with Yan Dan had broken down, Jing Ke sighed helplessly.

The information he had previously learned also surfaced in his mind.

Before Yan Dan entered the palace, news of Yan Chunjun's murder had already been sent to the Crown Prince's residence.

Upon hearing the news, both he and Yan Dan found it hard to believe.

Soon, they learned the whole story.

Although Yan Chunjun and Jueying and others died, Xu Qing did not kill everyone in Yan Chunjun's mansion.

Therefore, figuring out the reason for the matter is not a difficult thing.

The whole thing started with the greatswordsman, also known as the great hammer.

It's unclear where Yan Chun Jun heard about the name "Big Iron Hammer," but he actually had the idea of ​​recruiting him. If he had recruited him in a peaceful manner, that would have been fine.

But perhaps it's because Lord Yanchun was used to being domineering and arrogant in the past.

After Da Tiechui entered his residence and refused his offer of employment, he became emboldened and sent men to capture and imprison Da Tiechui, seemingly hoping to force Da Tiechui into submission through this act.

To be honest, when Jing Ke heard this, he found it very difficult to feel any goodwill towards Lord Yanchun.

In his eyes, Big Hammer was a hero, a good man.

They absolutely should not be treated like this.

Everyone has pride, so why should we submit to you?

But the reaction of Big Iron Hammer, or rather Xu Qingzhi behind Big Iron Hammer, was also unusually intense.

He did not go to the Crown Prince's residence to seek help from Yan Dan.

Instead, they brazenly stormed into Lord Yanchun's residence.

Even after rescuing the giant hammer, they did not leave.

They chose to wreak havoc in the heavily guarded residence of Lord Yanchun, successfully killing him.

Even though the people in Yan Chun Jun's mansion were talking about someone wearing a bronze mask and didn't know his true identity, Jing Ke and Yan Dan had seen Xu Qing wearing a bronze mask before, so it wasn't hard for them to guess his identity.

To be honest, Jing Ke once longed for such a righteous act of anger that could lead to bloodshed.

That's what a free and unrestrained knight-errant is like!

But that was when he was a boy. After joining the Mo family and getting to know Yan Dan, he found it difficult to accept such behavior.

However, not being able to agree does not mean that one can ignore it.

After all, Mr. Xu Qing was his benefactor and had shown him immense kindness.

Regardless, he had to do his part and try to mediate.

So after Yan Dan returned, he intended to speak up for Xu Qing, but Yan Dan did not give him any chance to speak.

"Mr. Xu, why act so impulsively?"

Jing Ke sighed.

……

Tian Guang moved very quickly.

Although the reputation of the Agricultural School is not as prominent as that of the two major schools of thought, Confucianism and Mohism.

But the forces operating in the shadows are definitely not weak.

A country bumpkin, a street vendor.

People who seem ordinary may actually have a connection to farming.

After Xu Qing and Da Tiechui left Yan Chunjun's residence, they immediately went to find Tian Guang.

Then, under Tian Guang's arrangement, they quickly headed out of the city.

Almost as soon as they left the city.

Shortly after, the entire city of Ji was placed under martial law.

Logically speaking, given that the official response was a step too slow...

Xu Qing and Big Iron Hammer are basically out of danger.

But the reality is not so simple.

In the original story, after Gao Jianli and Xue Nu killed Yan Chunjun and fled from his mansion, they escaped from Ji City for a time, but were eventually caught up by the pursuers.

Simply because this is the State of Yan.

Official forces are present throughout the country.

It is not easy to escape the Yan Kingdom calmly.

In the original story, Gao Jianli and Xue Nu were finally able to escape their predicament. Apart from jumping off a cliff to temporarily shake off their pursuers, what truly saved them from danger was Yan Dan's secret assistance, which led them into the Mo family.

With Yan Dan, the traitor, present, Gao Jianli and Xue Nu could easily escape from the Yan Kingdom.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Gao Jianli, Xue Nu, and others became devoted to Yan Dan after joining the Mo family.

This is also why, after the Six-Fingered Black Knight disappeared, Yan Dan easily inherited the position of Grand Master, and subsequently led the Mohist school into the abyss of anti-Qin sentiment.

"So, when we're in a desperate situation, will you step in?"

Xu Qing pondered the plot of the original work, lost in thought.

Together with Big Hammer, he tried to leave the State of Yan and go to the nearby State of Qi by using the farmers' channels.

However, as long as one is human, one cannot avoid the necessities of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, and one will inevitably reveal flaws.

If it were just Xu Qing alone, it would be fine, but unfortunately, there's a big iron hammer by his side.

The giant iron hammer was quite large and had injuries on its body.

It's impossible to hide it very well.

On the third day after Lord Yanchun's death.

They revealed a flaw.

A troop of elite soldiers surrounded them.

Faced with such a predicament, Xu Qing simply chose to draw his sword.

Chapter 153 Kill anyone who gets in his way, a coward!

"Don't move!"

A loud shout shattered the silence of the wilderness, and a dozen soldiers clad in black iron armor pounced like hungry wolves. The armor plates clashed together, producing a piercing sound. The spears in their hands pointed diagonally to the sky, their sharp tips reflecting a chilling light in the midday sun, much like lurking venomous snakes flicking their tongues, their eyes fixed on Xu Qing and the figure of the big iron hammer.

The leading captain stopped in his tracks, the hilt of his sword, inlaid with brass patterns, swaying slightly with his heavy breathing.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across Xu Qing's face like a hawk's, his voice laced with a ruthless killing intent: "By order of the Prince of Yan, apprehend the murderer of Lord Yanchun! If you know what's good for you, surrender now, or else..."

"Otherwise what?"

Xu Qing held his sword, his words indifferent.

In the next instant, he swung his sword.

The cold light flashed like a shooting star across the night. The captain's unfinished threat was stuck in his throat, and he could only let out a short, muffled groan.

Faced with a life-or-death threat, Xu Qing had no reason to back down. Since these people had come to his door, showing weakness would only invite a more brutal slaughter. Only by breaking the deadlock with his sword could he find a chance to survive.

The sword light left a trail of afterimages in the air, followed by a series of cracking sounds.

The long spears in the hands of several soldiers snapped in response, the broken blades flying with wood chips, some grazing the edges of their armor and falling, others embedding themselves directly into the nearby soil.

Before the soldiers could react, the sword light continued its momentum, like a nimble silver snake, instantly tearing through the armor of the two soldiers blocking its path. As the cold blade pierced through flesh, the crisp sound of bones shattering could even be heard.

The captain's expression changed drastically. He instinctively reached for the sword at his waist, but as soon as his fingers touched the hilt, a chilling sensation ran down his throat.

His eyes widened, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and his body fell heavily backward, his armor striking the ground with a dull thud.

Although the dozen or so soldiers were dressed in heavy armor and were usually among the elite troops of the Jicheng garrison, they were as vulnerable as chicks waiting to be slaughtered in front of Xu Qing.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with corpses, warm blood seeping into the cracks in the soil, and a strong stench mixed with the scent of grass gradually permeated the air.

The large iron hammer hung at his sides, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the force, his face filled with deep remorse.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Xu Qing's retreating figure, his voice hoarse: "Mr. Xu, I've dragged you into this..."

Regret overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Mr. Xu originally lived in Jicheng, where he led a carefree life.