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"Wang Jian, this rice bucket! "He still called himself a hussar general. He has always been unstoppable and invincible, but now, he was messed up by a small Mo family. It is such a disappointment to see him fail again and again!" Hearing this, Ying Zheng turned to Wang Jian and scolded him. After swearing, he turned around and asked Reese, "Then Reese, how do you think we should deal with these bastards?"

The reason why Ying Zheng asked Reese again was because he knew that Reese was always calm and reliable, and was much more reliable than Wang Jian. However, unexpectedly, when Ying Zheng asked him this question, Reese couldn't even respond in a short time. He could only keep staring at Ying Zheng, who was staring at him like a falcon, while constantly moving his lips.

"What's the matter, Reese? Even you can't do anything to these bastards?" Seeing that Reese didn't answer for a long while, Ying Zheng's tone became even sharper. He had originally addressed Reese as Prime Minister Li or Li Aiqing, but now he called him by his first name. It could be seen that he was angry, and the meaning behind his words was clear that he wanted to tell Reese that if he couldn't think of a way, then he didn't need to be the Prime Minister anymore.

It was true that half of what Reese did before was due to his unpredictable scheming, while the other half was due to the martial arts hanger-ons he recruited. Most of these gangsters were elites from famous sects and clans. These people had sided with Reese for the sake of fame and wealth. But now, most of the useful elites of Reese had disappeared in the Yan Ji Sword Conference, and he certainly didn't know that these people had once again sided with Jing Ke's Pi Jian Alliance. In addition, the Mo family was too domineering and arrogant, and while they were in closed-door training, Reese had visited their home several times. Although Reese's martial arts were too harsh, he was not too satisfied with his domineering attitude, so he rarely visited this precious place, the Deep Mo Residence. Because none of his subordinates were available to him, if Ying Zheng wanted to question him now, he would lose the confidence he had in the first place.

However, as a smart man, Reese naturally understood the meaning behind Ying Zheng's words. Most of the officials could also hear the implied meaning behind his words. Most of these people were Reese's supporters, so they couldn't help but feel worried for him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his pupils seemed to flash across like lightning in the dark night. After that, he instantly became serious, raised his head and said to Ying Zheng, "Great King, this humble subject thinks that there is one person who can take over this task."

"Really?" "I wonder who exactly Li Aiqing is talking about?" When Ying Zheng heard that Reese suddenly had a plan, he couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. Even the way he addressed Reese changed.

"Great General Meng Ao." Reese bowed his head and spoke firmly.

When the crowd heard these words from Reese, another wave of noisy clamoring once again rose up around the palace. It turned out that Meng Ao was an old general of the four dynasties of the State of Qin. He had experienced King Qing-Xiang, King Wen of Qin Xiao, King Wu of Qin Zhuang, and the four dynasties of Qin Ying and Ying Zheng.

It turned out that when Reese raised his head to scan the crowd of ministers, he suddenly saw that one of the ministers was a mighty and imposing general. That person was Meng Ao's son, Meng Wu.

"But now that Meng Ao is over seventy years old and in a coma, how can he take on such a task?" When Ying Zheng heard that Reese recommended Meng Ao, although he knew that Meng Ao was brave and fierce, he was still very old, and couldn't help but worry a little.

"My lord, although my father is old, he still eats three bowls of food and weighs two catties of meat. His movements are nimble like the wind and his spear makes sounds, but he is not the least bit inferior." Just as Ying Zheng started to have his doubts, suddenly, one of the generals stepped forward and stood still with his hands cupped in front of his chest. This man was indeed Meng Wu, whom Reese had just glimpsed as a warrior.

Reese had long known that Meng Wu was just like his father, a hot-blooded and aggressive person. As long as he threw a brick at him, he would definitely stand up for him. This was also the reason why he chose Meng Ao.

"I have heard that the famous general of the State of Zhao is honest and honest. Although his hair is white, he is still able to pull up a bow that weighs seventy kilograms and carry a hundred kilograms, which makes him look stronger and stronger. Now that the Great Qin Nation has advanced to the point where even the Han, Zhao, and Lian Ke, are in the same state as the State of Zhao, General Meng has taken over fifty cities of the State of Wei, and no one can stop him. As expected, when Reese saw Meng Wu jump out to volunteer for his father, he just so happened to add fuel to the fire and help his father succeed.

This Ying Zheng was also a man who cared about his own reputation." This Ying Zheng was also a man who cared for his own reputation. After the two of them had finished talking, he held his breath and said in a loud voice, "Since Old General Meng is so brave, it is a blessing to our Great Qin. After the two of them had finished talking, he held his breath and said in a loud voice," Old General Meng is so brave that it is a blessing to our Great Qin.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness of believing!" Hearing that Ying Zheng was going to bring his father back, Meng Wu couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He hurriedly stepped up, kneeled and said his thanks.

It turned out that because of his old age, Ying Zheng thought that he could no longer take on any responsibilities. After the State of Zhao was captured by Wang Jian, he had been assigned to guard the Jinyang region of the State of Zhao. Meng Yangyuan was originally a hot-blooded man, but seeing that Ying Zheng had placed him in such a remote county like this, he clearly felt that he was useless and didn't want to give up. He had written to Meng Wu all day long explaining his internal troubles, wanting him to explain his current situation to Ying Zheng. Meng Wu was originally a military general. He was not good with words, so this matter had been delayed for a long time before he could speak. Now that he had found the perfect opportunity, how could he let it go?

Some of them nodded their heads in agreement, some of them frowned, as if they were worried. After all, this Corner of the Corner of the Corner of the Corridor was an important gateway of the Qin Nation, and they were facing the allied army of the six nations. If they couldn't hold on, the Qin Nation would be in great trouble.

Just as everyone was discussing amongst themselves and making the imperial court buzz, a gale suddenly blew outside the hall. The sky suddenly changed, sand flew, rocks flew, and broken branches and leaves were scattered everywhere. It was difficult for one's eyes to see beyond the five feet range. Everyone thought that the God of Heaven was the culprit, and couldn't help but be shocked. Meanwhile, the imperial court became even more chaotic, and even Ying Zheng was shocked.

"Silence! Silence! " At this moment, the eunuchs and guards witnessed the chaotic situation and shouted loudly. However, these officials had never seen such strange weather in their lives. Even though they hadn't heard the eunuchs' shouts in a short while, there was still a great disturbance.

At this moment, in the dark and hazy sky, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed and illuminated the entire hall. It was as if the night had turned into the day, causing the crowd to cover their foreheads with their hands as they peeked at the scene outside the hall with narrowed eyes.

Everyone looked carefully and saw that after the light disappeared, there were two white shadows slowly descending from the hall. They looked like two falling auspicious clouds, but they didn't lose their calmness. They looked like gods that had descended to the mortal world. Only when the two white shadows came to a stop did the crowd clearly see that they were not two groups of auspicious clouds, but two figures with legs and heads!

One of the two silhouettes had a silver beard, which was about three feet long. At first glance, other than two sunken eyes, his entire body was completely white. The other person's gaze was like a kite's, his nose was like a hawk's, his cheeks were like an ape's, and between his brows was a cold and frightening aura. Although the two of them were in human forms, they rode the clouds and lightning to come here. They were different from ordinary people, so they were not as simple as ordinary people.

After the two of them had set foot outside the hall, they slowly walked up the porch steps towards the hall. The guards outside the hall were already scared out of their wits by the scene in front of them. How could the officials tell if these two were humans or immortals? The road was crowded with people. The further away from them the better. They actually gave the steps that were filled with people to these two people.

At this time, Ying Zheng, who was sitting atop the main hall, had already swallowed his saliva in shock. Seeing the two of them slowly walking towards him, he became even more frightened and frightened. The eunuch had been badly frightened as well, and couldn't react for a while. He waited until Ying Zheng grabbed his sleeve, then realized what he meant and yelled out, "Quick ?" Fast... Protect the king! Protect the king! " However, this voice was no longer as loud as it usually was. It was as if it was trembling on and off.

Hearing the shouts of his eunuchs, the guards naturally dared not to hesitate. They drew their swords, swarmed to the sides of the stairs and formed a human wall in front of Ying Zheng, surrounding the two of them, but they were also afraid of these weird people. Therefore, none of them dared to step forward.

With such a stalemate in place, the two people had already entered the main hall and stood within the main hall. The location where they stood was the area where Reese had reported his arrival. When the guards saw the two of them suddenly stop in their tracks, they were shocked and quickly retreated a few steps.

"Zhang..." Prime Minister Zhang? " While they were in a stalemate, one of the officials suddenly whispered, surprised and uncertain. Since no one said anything, the hall was very quiet. Even though the person's voice was very soft, everyone could still hear it clearly.

At this moment, the two figures were standing closest to him, so he could naturally see them clearly. That white-haired old man with a withered face, who else could it be other than the three generations of the Qin, Zhang Lu? However, after a moment of shock, the two of them had distanced themselves from the others and had not been able to see their appearances. After all, he had experienced a lot, and was finally much calmer than the others. Looking at this white-haired old man, he looked somewhat similar to the Prime Minister of the Qin Nation back then, but Zhang Lu had clearly already become sick and died, so why would he appear here? Even though he was old and had not seen anything clearly, he could not help but shout out in confusion, causing everyone to be alarmed.

"The old man in the hall is really Prime Minister Zhang Lu, right?" Reese had once been Zhang Lu's disciple, so he had done more favors for Zhang Lu than anyone else. Instead of panicking, he bravely asked a question.

Hearing this question, that white-haired old man suddenly cupped his hands and bowed towards Ying Zheng. His lips slightly moved as he said, "Old servant Zhang Lu greets the King." His salutation was a standard courtier, a model of his many years as an official.

"Zhang..." "Tutor Zhang?" After listening to Zhang Lu's words, Ying Zheng once again performed the courtesies of a civil official. He frowned his brows, then moved away from the coronation in front of him and carefully examined the old man's appearance. He indeed looked a lot like Zhang Lu, who had taught him astronomical geography in his youth and had a very traditional etiquette, but he was still much older than Zhang Lu. This was not surprising. When Zhang Lu was teaching Ying Zheng, it was only twenty years ago. Over the past twenty years, he had naturally aged a lot. However, at that time, he had already relinquished the position of Prime Minister to Shang Martingale, Reese, and the others. He himself was only the Eastern Palace Grand Tutor, so the title that Ying Zheng called him was the Grand Tutor.

"This old subject has presumptuously come here, and has truly frightened the king. Great king, please forgive this old subject for his disrespect." Seeing that Ying Zheng was still doubtful, Fan Ju bowed to him and apologized.

"Tutor Zhang, you ? Didn't you already ? " Ying Zheng naturally thought that Zhang Lu had already died suddenly a long time ago, and naturally did not know that Zhang Lu had faked his death for so many years.

Fan Ju knew why Ying Zheng was so confused, so before Ying Zheng could finish his sentence, Fan Ju had already answered, "Twenty years ago, I was suffering from a severe illness, and my sputum was stuck in my throat. Now, I can't return to my original state, and my family thought that I had already passed away." However, unexpectedly, the day after the burial, an Immortal suddenly appeared in my dreams. He said that my life was not over, but that I could live forever, and that I would only need to practice the Dao day and night to become an Immortal. The old official wanted to ask about the cultivation method of the deity, but he felt a sentence stuck in his throat, so he was unable to say it. He tried using it a few times and only felt the thick phlegm in his throat accompanied with the qi. The coffin lid had already been buried deep in the ground. The old official thought that his life was over, but the coffin lid suddenly cracked, and with a "pa" sound, the lid actually cracked open. The old official sat up from the coffin and realized that there was a white robed immortal standing outside the grave. Thus, they decided to follow the immortal to cultivate. "