C12 The Board That the King of the Roc Speak Of(2)
Not long after this child called Han Xin had comprehended the highest realm of chess from Wei Liao. Something big had happened in Bolanza. This incident caused a sensation in the Qin Empire. A person who others called him Gongzi Liang had his first resistance towards the Qin Empire. At this time, Han Xin was still fishing and playing chess with him. Liu Ji was still drinking and messing around in Pei County. Xiang Yu was learning military and sword techniques.
There was a reason why Gongzi Liang chose Bolan Sand. To the north was the Yellow River, to the south was the Gongdao, and in the middle was a large hill. The road meandered and extended between the hills. Young Master Liang had already found out that this was the only place that Qin Shi Huang was required to pass by on his return trip. The luxurious carriage drove over slowly, the hilly terrain allowed the carriage to slow down, causing Gongzi Liang and Hercules to lie prone on a slope that was one hundred steps away from the official road.
Young Master Liang looked nervously into the distance, and then said to Hercules, "They're here. Look carefully, there are six carriages there."
"Understood." The Hercules replied.
Young Master has been waiting for this day for a long time. In order to do something unprecedented in history, one must be able to do it with both the right time and the right people. He traveled the world and finally, with the help of Canghai Sovereign, got to know the Hercules. In this world, the only person who could throw an iron body weighing one hundred and twenty kilograms out a hundred steps away was Hercules.
Bolan Sha was a very dangerous place, and there was only one path that he had to take. Moreover, due to the terrain, any caravan would slow down here. It took Young Master Liang many years to find this place. But most importantly, he needed to wait for the First Emperor to pass by. If the initial emperor never traveled east, the first two preparations would be completely meaningless. However, this day finally came.
The lead soldiers of the convoy had already started to pass by, while Hercules was already beginning to get nervous, holding tightly onto the iron chains in his hands. Gongzi Liang waved at Hercules, "It's simple."
He did not want to follow in Jing Ke's and Qin Wuyang's footsteps.
When the first carriage passed by, Hercules immediately stood up and waved the iron skeleton in his hand.
"Don't throw it!" Young Master immediately stopped the Hercules, "The second carriage will also have six horses pulling it."
The third one still had six horses, and the fourth one and the fifth one had also …
Hercules shouted at Young Master Liang, "All of you will be going now. There will be no more chances in the future.
Young Master Liang's face was pale. He understood that, other than Lee Si and Wei Liao, no one could persuade the original emperor to pull the carriage with six horses each.
Hercules's voice caught the attention of the guards of the initial emperor's convoy as a group of cavalry charged towards Gongzi Liang and Hercules.
"The black one with the yellow shafts, the black one!" Gongzi Liang could no longer hesitate.
The iron skeleton in Hercules's hand flew high into the air and struck the luxurious car, causing the car to break into pieces. All the soldiers who were near the carriage did not panic as they encountered this unforeseen event. The rest of the soldiers quickly lined up and sprinted towards the slope, the cavalry soldiers were already 60 steps away from Gongzi Liang and Hercules.
Gongzi Liang and Hercules quickly hid among the reeds at the back of the slope. The vast and endless reeds were an excellent place to stay. However, the soldier could clearly see the tall and sturdy body of the Hercules as reeds started to appear above his head.
Hercules said to Gongzi Liang: "I'll head east, you head west." He then sprinted through the reeds. Gongzi Liang cupped his hands towards Hercules and ran towards the west side of the reeds. More than half of the soldiers in Hercules were chasing after him. Young Master Liang was lucky enough to leave from the reeds on the west side. When he turned around, he saw dozens of soldiers surrounding Hercules in the middle.
This was Zhang Liang's first time fighting against the Qin Dynasty, and made him understand one thing. With his current abilities, he could not shake the foundation of the Qin Dynasty, he needed to learn more skills in order to avenge Korea. Only, he didn't expect that in the future, he would obtain what he wanted, and learn the world's most profound skills of unrestrained movement.
Everything in the world was coincidental. The Bewildering Sand had ignited a sky-high fire. This was Qin Shi Huang killing potential assassins. Anyone within a few miles of the Bewildering Sand was executed as an assassin. The fire had alerted another person. This person was called Chen Ping, and he had not realised it yet, but the assassin of the First Emperor Bo Lang Sha would become his comrade and companion in battle in a few years. At the same time, he was also his greatest enemy in life.
Everyone in the town was looking around. A lot of people had already run over to see what was going on. Chen Ping was the guest at his house. The official immediately jumped up and said to Chen Ping, "The initial emperor should pass through our territory in seven days."
Chen Ping sat motionlessly, "We're almost there."
"I have to go and see." The official then quickly changed into a set of official uniform and led the horse away, leaving with his entourage. Chen Ping was about to stop him, but he forcefully restrained his impulse and looked helplessly at Zai Zong as he ran towards the north, then slowly walked back to his house, stopping his elder brother who was about to leave, "I can't even go there today."
The fire continued until noon the next day. The night before, the sky in the north was bright red. The Prime Minister did not return, and some of the civilians who had gone to investigate did not return either. From the morning onwards, the Qin Army began their search in the town. The entire town was bustling with noise and excitement.
Just as Chen Ping predicted, anyone who was within a few kilometers of Bolan had all been killed, not a single survivor.
Chen Ping looked at his younger brother and sister-in-law who were still in shock and said, "Someone is assassinating the First Emperor."
A few days after the Bolangsha fire, Chen Ping's servant said he had an audience with an old man. Chen Ping asked the old man what he was wearing. The servant said that he was wearing a black silk cloth with yellow edges. He said that he wore a long sword without a sword sheath which had flowing water patterns on it.
Hearing that, Chen Ping immediately donned his clothes, and ran to the door, while tidying up his hat, he personally welcomed him. After seeing the old man, Chen Ping knelt down beside him, not daring to raise his head. Chen Ping knew, the first thing he saw was a long sword that the old man was wearing with a black dragon tattoo, and the sword itself was glowing with a red light. This was the famous sword Chi Xiao. The only person in the world who had the qualifications to wear this sword was Wei Liao. Chen Ping was curious as to why the Chi Xiao that Wei Liao was wearing did not have a sword sheath.
Wei Liao slowly walked into the hall. Chen Ping followed Wei Liao into the house while kneeling, and waved away all the family members.
"All of Yang Wu's scholars have gone, why didn't you?" Wei Liao turned and asked Chen Ping.
"I won't be able to come back." From the moment Chen Ping saw Wei Liao, he did not dare to raise his head. He understood that before his death, the Prime Minister must have mentioned him, and that he must have attracted the attention of this military commander of the Qin Dynasty.
"I heard that your family is very poor, but you still travel everywhere and don't have any production."
"Brother's support." Chen Ping continued, "His wife is Fu Jia's granddaughter."
"Five of her husbands' widows died." Wei Liao asked.
"Teacher already knows."
"I heard that you handled the funeral of the person you knew, Zhang Bian?" Wei Liao said: "He married your granddaughter, and lent you a fortune."
"Teacher already knows."
"I heard that you're giving meat to everyone as a sacrifice. Everyone says that you're fair …" What else did you say? "
"I don't dare to say."
"It's the same when you divide the world." Wei Liao continued.
Chen Ping lifted his head, and his body trembled.
"Do you believe in Old Yellow or Confucius?"
"I won't befriend a Confucian Scholar."
Wei Liao suddenly asked: "Are you willing to be my disciple?"
Chen Ping stretched out his arms, and laid flat on the ground.
"The things I pass on to you, can never be told to others." Wei Liao paused for a while before he continued, "The scheme is truly an extraordinary art of ghosts and gods."
"art of deception?" Chen Ping raised his head again.
Wei Liao stayed in Chen Ping's house for half a year, and every day, the two of them would chat non-stop, from morning to evening. Day after day, in the early morning after half a year, Chen Ping finally found that Wei Liao had left. Chen Ping knew full well that Wei Liao would not come back.
Yes, Chen Ping was the descendant of the art of deception in the beginning of the last Qin era, he took the managerial personnel from Wei Liao. However, what he did not know was that before Wei Liao imparted him the art of deception, he had already accepted another disciple, a child who was ten years younger than him. This child would also be his comrade, that child called Han Xin. Together with him and Zhang Liang, they would overthrow the Qin Empire. But Han Xin would also be his enemy.
As for the fate of the three of them, it had long been decided by the three most powerful individuals in the current Qin Dynasty. These three people were Lee Si, Wei Liao, and Wei Zhe. The three of them established the Qin Empire together, but they also knew that the Qin Empire was no longer as strong as it was now. Therefore, they mutually agreed that the empire that they had worked hard for all their lives could not disappear. Thus, they had to maintain the Empire. As for who would become the Emperor, that wasn't too important. But they were too old to repeat the path of life, so they needed to teach their descendants.
After making an agreement, Wei Zhe left a few years ago to look for the successor he was looking for. Wei Liao left the palace only after the Great Qin Empire's defeat had been decided. He walked out of the passage. Standing beneath the city gate, he could see that it was now the dawn. He waited for the cocks to crow before the city gate opened.
Lee Si slowly walked down from the city, "Teacher, are you still coming back?"
"I'm not coming back." Wei Liao said honestly.
Lee Si laughed and said: "Teacher is too disrespectful to your majesty."
"With your experience, you should be able to see your end," Wei Liao said.
"I want to be the number one person in ten thousand generations." Lee Si said, "Something that even emperors have never been able to do since ancient times."
"You can't do it by yourself," Wei Liao said. "I can only do it by finding two people and the descendant Wei Zhe found."
"When can I know which three?" Lee Si asked.
"After you die."
Lee Si was stunned, he understood his own ending.
The first cock crowed in the dawn, and the gate opened. Wei Liao left.
If not for the limitations of the art of deception's sect, Wei Liao would have taken in three disciples. The rules of the art of deception were very strange, there could only be two successors in each generation.
The one that was missing, had to be found by Wei Zhe. Wei Liao also knew that he wouldn't be able to see Wei Zhe and Lee Si anymore, and the world would still be in chaos for dozens of years. And he believed that his two disciples from the art of deception and Wei Zhe's successors would definitely be the people who would rule the world in this chaotic world.
After Wei Liao passed the art of deception to Han Xin and Chen Ping, he disappeared without a trace, and there were no more records about him from now on. This was the origin of the art of deception.
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As Wang Kunpeng passed these words to Shen Dexu and Huang Kun, the two of them were stunned. I never thought that Wang Kunpeng's master actually has such a deep connection to him.
Shen Dexu knew a bit of the situation, he knew that Wang Kunpeng had a huge rival and that the river bottom's anchor and chess board was a very important thing, it might cause a fight between Wang Kunpeng and the opponent.
But now, the two of them had inevitably gotten involved, regardless of whether they were happy or not.
Wang Kunpeng pointed to the pictures on the computer screen and said, "This board requires someone who understands Sand Counting to solve."
"Is there really such a person?" Shen Dexu asked.
"Yes." Wang Kunpeng said, "It's just that this person is hard to talk to, he thinks that he doesn't exist anymore."
"Some think they don't exist." Huang Kun could not help but laugh.
Wang Kunpeng said in a low voice, "He really isn't someone who should exist."
