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Li Mu looked back at the State of Zhao and sighed. In the end, he had been misled. He looked at Wang Jian and Meng Tian, ​​who were leading the charge.

"Put down your weapons and surrender. Wang Jian is not a murderer. If you surrender, you can still live."

Li Mu realized that Zhao's defeat was a fait accompli, and there was no need to resist anymore, nor was it necessary to die for the sake of a reputation for loyalty to the country.

The soldiers looked left and right, and finally their eyes fell on Li Mu and the sword in his hand.

"We lay down our weapons and surrender, what about you, General?"

Someone spoke.

Li Mu gripped the Zhenyue Sword tightly in his hand. Although he said to surrender and give up the fight, he still held the Zhenyue Sword firmly in his hand.

Having fought countless battles and killed many, with enemies, friends, and brothers, dying on the battlefield was the best end for Li Mu.

"Don't worry about me, this is the best choice."

"No! We won't surrender if you don't surrender; we're willing to fight to the death with you!"

The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, ready to fight to the death.

"You... fine, I surrender too."

Li Mu lowered his sword, but the soldiers did not surrender. Li Mu's lieutenant stepped forward and shouted:

"Brothers, tie the general up!"

In an instant, the soldiers all sprang up, charging towards Li Mu fearlessly, never stopping their advance no matter what kind of attack they encountered.

"General, you taught me that all's fair in war. I know you will never surrender, but we don't want to just watch you die."

"Run, General! Running away isn't a failure. As long as you're alive, you still have a chance!"

The deputy general and others immediately pinned Li Mu down. Although Li Mu was old, his martial arts skills were still very high, but he couldn't bear to hurt these soldiers.

The deputy general ordered his men to remove Li Mu's clothes and replace them with ordinary soldier's uniforms. Then, he had Li Mu secretly taken away.

He then found a corpse that had recently died and was similar in size to Li Mu, cut off its head, chopped it into minced meat, and buried it.

They dressed the corpse in Li Mu's clothes, then coordinated their statements with the soldiers, and then led their men forward to surrender.

"General Wang Jian, we surrender!"

Where is Li Mu?

Wang Jian glanced around at the soldiers who had dropped their weapons and taken off their armor. He didn't relax; who knew if this was Li Mu's scheme?

“Li Mu refused to surrender, so the king sent men to cut off his head. His head was taken back to the king, and his body was left there.”

The deputy general immediately relayed the prepared explanation to Wang Jian.

Wang Jian sent men to investigate, and they brought back the body along with the Zhenyue Sword, which everyone knew was Li Mu's sword.

Wang Jian stared at Li Mu's corpse for a long time before finally placing it on the Zhenyue Sword, and after a long while, he placed it on the deputy general's body.

By this time, the lieutenant was already drenched in sweat!

Wang Jian waited a while, and the people who went out to explore returned. When the Zhao soldiers heard that Li Mu had been ordered to commit suicide, they all surrendered. At this time, Zhao had no power to resist!

"Keep charging with me! Our target is Chengdu, the capital of Zhao! Capture the King of Zhao!"

Wang Jian led his cavalry to continue the advance, leaving his deputy and others to guard the rear; Li Mu's life or death was no longer important.

Chapter 92 Qin Qi: Though I am not in the Seven Kingdoms, my legends are found throughout them! (Third Update)

After Wang Jian led the Qin cavalry to conquer the Zhao state, Ying Zheng's path to unifying the seven states did not end, and he continued to conquer other countries.

However, in the subsequent war, Ying Zheng listened to Xu Xing's advice and set the start of the war after the autumn harvest.

He spent the rest of his time governing the country diligently, developing agriculture, encouraging childbirth, and using the money taken from the people for the people's benefit.

Despite repeated campaigns, the number of Qin's troops did not decrease; on the contrary, it increased due to various policies!

Moreover, Xu Xing's agricultural policies began to be promoted nationwide, and Xu Xing himself traveled to various places.

His sweat was almost everywhere in the Qin state, and countless people listened to his name and began to spontaneously follow him to implement agricultural policies in various parts of the Qin state.

"Sir, you don't need to do these things yourself. You are getting old and your health is deteriorating day by day. Please take good care of yourself."

Chen Xiang had by then become Xu Xing's disciple, and even his top disciple, after Qin Qi and Xu Xing parted ways.

After much hesitation, Chen Xiang finally overcame the mountain of Confucianism and began to seriously study Xu Xing's ideas from the ground up.

When spring arrived, he took off his headdress, rolled up his trousers and sleeves, and began to follow Xu Xing into the fields to cultivate the land.

He ate, tended the fields, slept, tended the fields, and gradually he began to like those lush green plants.

When Chen Xiang harvested for the first time, he began to understand Wen Xuxing's idea that one must put in the effort to reap the rewards.

After that, Xu Xing went to the Qin state, and Chen Xiang came with him. During the implementation of agricultural policies, he was in charge of many things.

But at this moment, he is completely different from before!

He used to be pale and thin, but now, after working in the fields for long periods of time, his skin has become tanned and his body has become strong.

When speaking, they no longer adhere to so-called etiquette, and their words and actions become very simple.

Although they were appreciated by Ying Zheng, they did not ask for official positions or compensation.

They only asked Ying Zheng to let them farm; their daily lives still depended on weaving mats and selling shoes.

Although life wasn't exactly wealthy, it was much better than life in the winter cabin.

With enough to eat, clothes to wear, and a house that didn't let in any drafts, Chen Xiang began to enjoy life.

　01 “I am just a farmer who cultivates the land. I have lived my whole life in the fields and I will die in the fields.”

"How can I act like an old scholar, making my students do the work while I just lie at home resting?"

"And you are still very young. There is still a lot I want to teach you, but I don't have much time left."

"But I want you to remember one thing: food is the foundation of life. We are not noble people; we are just farmers."

"Our only wish is that no one in the world will ever go hungry again. Whatever we want, we need to get it with our own hands."

Xu Xing's biggest worry was that after his death, Chen Xiang would be misled by fame and fortune again and forget his true self.

“Sir, I will remember this well. I will always remember what I should do.”

Chen Xiang became very humble and eager to learn. He understood that he might make mistakes in the future, but he would try his best to avoid them.

"Um, cough cough."

As Xu Xing stood up, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist. He quickly clutched his waist, revealing a pained expression, and staggered, almost falling.

Chen Xiang hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, thus preventing Xu Xing from falling to the ground.

"My health is deteriorating day by day, Chen Xiang. If you can meet Mr. Qin Qi again someday in the future..."

"You must learn from him. He is the smartest person I have ever met. He understood everything I said in just a few words."

"When you meet him in the future, don't forget to ask him for the things I haven't had a chance to teach you yet!"

Xu Xing aged considerably in an instant. He was very old; time seemed to stand still in the mountains, and he had no idea how old he was.

All he knew was that it had been a very, very long time, so long that everyone around him had died, so long that the mountains had turned into lakes, and he could feel his own life force constantly disappearing.

I guess he'll die soon.

"Sir, please don't say anything more. You'll be alright. I'll take you to see a doctor. You'll be fine."

Chen Xiang couldn't help but cry. Although they had only known each other for a few months, he truly respected the old man.

Master, Master, a teacher imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and resolves doubts; a father teaches life experience and the principles of being a person.

"Don't cry. Life and death are natural. After I die, bury me in that field."

"We survived by eating the fruits of those plants, and now that we're dead, it's time to give back to that land."

Xu Xing had already taken a detached view of life and death. His last wish was for Chen Xiang to bury him in the land that Qin Qi had cultivated.

He looked at the blue sky, as if he had returned to the day when Qin Qi and he discussed the Dao, and a smile appeared on his lips.

It's rare to find a true friend in this world. Having someone who understands your thoughts is something to be very happy about.

Xu Xing didn't die, but his health deteriorated day by day. He could no longer travel around or work in the fields and could only rest at home.

Fortunately, Chen Xiang would report to Xu Xing every day on the latest developments in agricultural policy, and he had become more mature and steady.

"Sir, today..."

Xu Xing listened quietly to Chen Xiang's report. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Chen Xiang, who else is in your family?"

"Gone."

After a moment of silence, Chen Xiang said, "There was originally an older sister in the family, but she starved to death this winter."

After enduring the harsh winter, Chen Xiang returned to Han immediately, and his sister had not died at the hands of the Qin army.

But he died during South Korea's own conscription and food requisition! After the harsh winter arrived, his sister and nephew froze to death together.

When Chen Xiang returned to Korea and saw this scene, and looked at those nobles who were still high and mighty, he suddenly felt that he had been so ridiculous before.

This was also a key factor that prompted him to follow Xu Xing!

"Is that so? If you don't mind, then call me Master. At least you'll have family now."

Although Xu Xing taught Chen Xiang agricultural knowledge, he did not make him formally become his disciple. Chen Xiang only called him "teacher" and not "master".

At this moment, Xu Xing observed Chen Xiang's every move and gradually came to approve of the young man. In the final moments, he agreed to let Chen Xiang become his disciple.

"Master!"

Looking at the old Xu Xing, Chen Xiang couldn't hold back his tears and knelt down to perform the formal ceremony of becoming his disciple.

Xu Xing accepted Chen Xiang's request to become his apprentice: "I have nothing to leave you, but you must remember one sentence well."

Chen Xiang leaned closer and listened carefully to Xu Xing's words, then firmly memorized those words.

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Two guests arrived in Ying Zheng's palace; these two were none other than the Moon Goddess and Star Soul of the Yin-Yang School.

"It's laughable that you two want to become the national advisors of my Great Qin."

Ying Zheng sneered after hearing their words; in his eyes, these two were not even worth a hair on Qin Qi's head.

What right does he have to be the Grand Preceptor of the Qin Dynasty? He is truly overestimating himself.

"Your Majesty, we represent not only ourselves, but the entire Yin-Yang School. We are willing to assist Your Majesty!"

"Our Yin-Yang School leader observed the celestial phenomena at night and discovered that the Imperial Star was shining over the Qin Kingdom, and there was an image of a black bird taking flight."

"Therefore, if Your Majesty cooperates with us, we will surely unify the seven kingdoms!"

The Moon Goddess and Star Soul spoke back and forth, as if only their Yin-Yang School could help Ying Zheng unify the seven kingdoms.

"Hahaha, ridiculous."

"I have no need to look at celestial phenomena to unify the world. Whether I can do it depends on my ability and courage."

"What we look at is the iron hooves and generals of my Great Qin, and the ministers around me, not any celestial phenomena."

"What if today's celestial signs say that I will unify the world, but tomorrow's signs say that I will die suddenly?"

"This sorcerer is spouting nonsense."

Ying Zheng was dismissive of their arguments; whether he could unify the world depended on himself, not on celestial phenomena.

If he's strong enough, he'll do it even if fate forbids it! If heaven won't allow it, he will!

Gai Nie, watching from the side, also shook his head. The Yin Yang School people want power but don't want to submit. There's no such thing as a free lunch.

This might be acceptable in other countries, but not in the Qin Dynasty, and certainly not under Ying Zheng! The Yin-Yang School doesn't deserve such treatment.

"As I have said, the Great Qin has never had a Grand Preceptor in the past, nor will it have one in the future. This position is reserved for only one person."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, wanting to drive the Moon Goddess and Star Soul away; he still had many memorials and government affairs to attend to.

I don't have time to waste with these two guys.

"Who is that person?"

Xinghun was young and arrogant, and he was immediately unhappy with such treatment. In his opinion, apart from Donghuang Taiyi, no one else was anything special.

He was about to step forward and question Ying Zheng, but before he could take two steps forward, Gai Nie drew his sword.