"What do you want?"

After calming down, Wuying looked at Cheng Qiao and said solemnly.

"Um……"

"Didn't you say that we are Qin's lackeys? As long as you become a lackey, I will let you live."

Cheng Qiao pinched his chin, thought for a moment and said with a smile.

At the same time, his right hand released Wuying's shoulder, and the golden light surged into a golden chain wrapped around Wuying's neck, and his feet landed on the ground.

I'm too young and not tall enough, so it's a bit awkward to have my feet hanging in the air.

"Bah, let's just dream, I won't be Qin's lackey even if I die!"

Wuying was furious and spat at Cheng Qiao, saying he would rather die than surrender.

Cheng Qiao directly used the golden light to bounce the saliva back and landed on Wuying's nose. The golden light surged and the golden chain gradually tightened...

"What, you have a grudge against Qin?"

Cheng Qiao smiled half-heartedly and asked curiously.

The huge pressure on his neck made it difficult for Wuying to breathe, and his face turned red, but he was still very strong and said intermittently: "My... grandfather died... in the battle of Yingdu, my father... my father died in the hands of the snare, and his blood ...The blood feud will never be forgotten in this lifetime..."

Yingdu was the old capital of the Chu State. In the twenty-eighth year of King Zhuang Xiang, in 278 BC, it was captured by the Qin general Bai Qi. The Qin State established Nanjun and its hegemony began to emerge. Qu Yuan also threw himself into the river in this year. And die.

The Chu State moved its capital seven times in total. Moving the capital was just a joke. Especially after the rise of the Qin State and the capture of Ying, the capital moved more frequently.

Many people in the capital like to call it Ying (ying), but I don’t know why. Maybe only some Chu people don’t know the specific meaning of this word.

"I see. Are you afraid of not being able to see your grandfather and father?"

"Yes Yes."

"The blood feud cannot be resolved. It seems that I can only send you to see your grandfather and father."

"Since you are a filial son, I won't torture you. I'll give you a good time."

After finishing speaking, Qiao loosened some chains, held his right hand empty, and the energy in his palm surged, and the long black sword that fell on the ground flew into his hand.

Wuying closed his eyes and welcomed the arrival of death calmly and calmly. Cheng Qiao, who raised his sword, was a little impressed.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged swordsman shouted.

"Your Excellency, you want to ask for mercy?"

Cheng Qiao looked at the middle-aged swordsman and asked with interest.

"No."

"I just want you to be noble and spare him from dying later, so that I can finish the sword duel with him."

The middle-aged swordsman's vicissitudes of life face was full of determination, he shook his head and said.

"What can you say?"

"I have a bet with him."

"If I lose, I will hand over this ancestral sword in my hand. If he loses, I need to help my son embark on an official career and take care of him as much as possible."

Hmm... As the chief swordsmanship teacher of the great noble Xiang family, it is not difficult to recommend someone to be an official. The Xiang family will not give Wuying this little face.

Poof!

Cheng Qiao swung his sword, and the blade slashed across Wuying's throat. Blood spurted out toward the side, and his trachea and blood vessels were cut off instantly. He just felt pain and lost all consciousness. He died quite neatly.

"I have a better opportunity here. I wonder if you are willing to try it?"

When the middle-aged swordsman saw Cheng Qiao killing Wuying, he was filled with sadness and anger. He finally found a swordsman who could help his son embark on a career, but now he was ruined by an uninvited guest.

However, after hearing the second half of Cheng Qiao's words, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart, and he subconsciously asked: "What chance?"

"As an official in Chu State, if you don't have a good background, you will always be at the bottom."

"Do you agree?"

Chu State attaches great importance to family background. If you are not from a noble family, it is impossible to become a high official. The greater your noble family background, the more likely you are to become a high official. Moreover, many positions are passed down from generation to generation and no one else is allowed to get involved.

Li Si was a native of the Chu State and a petty official of the Chu State. He tried his best and could not be promoted. After seeing the huge difference in the situation of the rat in the toilet, he understood that it was the influence of the environment and resolutely resigned from his position as a petty official. , became a disciple of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and became a disciple of Lu Buwei after entering the state of Qin.

In terms of talent and learning, it is normal for Li Si to be inferior to Han Fei. One is from an ordinary commoner and the other is a royal prince. Their educational resources are very different. The environment in which they were born also determines their different personalities.

The middle-aged swordsman nodded silently when he heard this.

He was from the Chu State, and he had some understanding of the officialdom of the Chu State. He also knew that even if his son entered the officialdom of the Chu State, his official career would still be difficult, but he had no other options.

"I haven't asked you your name yet?" Cheng Qiao let go of Wuying's body, smiled and bowed his hands.

"I don't dare. I'm just a farmer who knows a little bit about swordsmanship. My nickname is Wei Jiang." The middle-aged swordsman sheathed his sword and saluted with it.

"If Mr. Wei is willing to go to Qin, then I will arrange everything."

"As long as your son is really capable and does not violate Qin law, I guarantee that his career will be smooth."

"Even if you don't have the ability, as long as you have the qualifications, you can definitely get promoted gradually."

Jing salamander opened his mouth and said: "Mr. Wei, my lord is the son of the top dignitary in the Qin State. It is easy to recommend someone."

King Qin is the top among the top dignitaries. This statement is not a lie even if his true identity is known in the future.

Jingyu didn't tell Cheng Qiao's true identity, so he had to be careful. Cheng Qiao's true identity was too valuable. Once the news leaked out, I'm sure many forces would take action.

Wei Jiang believed what Jingyu said. If he could be escorted by a top-notch master holding the Eight Swords of the King of Yue, he must be the top dignitary of the Qin State, but he didn’t know which family he belonged to...

A swordsman who keeps his name incognito and usually pretends to be a farmer. His sources of information are limited, so it is naturally impossible to guess Cheng Qiao's true identity. Even Wuying, who has some sources of information, cannot easily guess Cheng Qiao's true identity.

Who would have thought that the young master of the Qin State, who was only ten years old, would actually run into the territory of the Chu State. His skills were so superb that it was impossible to practice since he was born...

They are not Han Fei. Their sources of information and intelligence are far inferior. Furthermore, Han Fei is just speculating. If he has never met Cheng Qiao, he would not be completely sure.

"What do you want, Your Excellency?"

"Let's talk first. I no longer want to participate in the fighting. I just want to live a peaceful life."

"If it weren't for my son, I wouldn't have agreed to the bet with Wuying." Wei Jiang looked at Cheng Qiao with a determined expression and calm eyes.

This made Cheng Qiao slightly surprised, but it didn't matter, just change it a little bit.

"What I want is the sword in your hand."

"Since you don't want to participate in the fighting, it's okay. How about joining the trap and becoming a swordsmanship teacher?"

"The treatment will not be bad, and it will be enough to ensure that your family can live a relatively prosperous life in Xianyang."

Cheng Qiao made his own conditions. There was a top-notch kendo master as Luo Wang's swordsmanship teacher. Luo Wang's basic strength could be improved a bit. It would be a waste of talent to just use swords.

"Okay, deal."

Wei Jiang pondered for a few seconds, then agreed after weighing the pros and cons.

After making the decision, Wei Jiang was unambiguous and decisive, and directly threw his sword and scabbard to Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao stretched out his hand to catch it and said with a smile: "The sword I am wearing was a gift from my brother. I can't give it to you. I will give you a good sword as compensation in the future."

"It doesn't matter, I have retired from the world for a long time. From now on, I will only teach others how to learn swords."

"A good sword is of little use in my hand, and a famous sword will be covered in dust. An ordinary bronze sword is enough."

Wei Jiang's vicissitudes of life showed an open-minded smile, as if he had already put down his sword, his own fame and fortune, and had seen through the world. For a swordsman, a sword that is regarded as life can be both picked up and put down.

Hearing this, Cheng Qiao had a lot of affection for Wei Jiang. This middle-aged swordsman was a strange person. No wonder he was willing to let go of his own fame and fortune and was willing to work as a hard-working farmer, but he couldn't let go of his own son, which pitied the hearts of parents all over the world.

"Does this sword have a name?"

"It used to be there, but it's gone after becoming anonymous."

"Now that this sword belongs to you, I will give it a new name. I hope you can treat it well."

"Don't worry, I will treat it well. As for the new name..."

"Quiexie, from now on it will be called Quexie!"

Clang!
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