Chapter 7 Who Wants Me to Die?
This group of people is extraordinary and very sharp. They are blocked in the middle of the road and have a bad intention.
"Who are you? Why are you blocking the road?" Meng Wu's face changed and he shouted in a deep voice at these people.
"But Qin Yiren?" The person in charge did not answer Meng Wu's question, but asked back.
"Yes." Meng Wu, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Lu Jujian and others changed their faces and they snorted heavily in their nostrils.
Qin Yiren is the grandson of Qin and the authentic young master. He should respectfully call him "Yiren Young Master" instead of calling him "Qin Yiren". It is very rude for this person to speak like this, and Meng Wu and the others are very upset.
"Oh." Qin Yiren came to the Warring States Period for so long, and there were not many people who dared to call him "Qin Yiren" in front of him. Even Xinlingjun, the mortal enemy, did not dare. It was really strange that this person actually spoke like this. Qin Yiren was very surprised, his eyes widened, and he looked at this person, saying, "I am Qin Yiren, what's the matter with me? Look at you like this, are you waiting for me here?"
The leader focused his head, his eyes flashed sharply, and he said, "We are Zhao people. If you destroy the Great Zhao, we will naturally seek revenge for you. Qin Yiren, die."
"Knock!" A sound of drawing a sword sounded. The people pulled out their swords and rushed towards Qin Yiren.
They were all fierce and powerful, and they were very skilled. A sword created dazzling sword lights in their hands.
"Assassin! There is an assassin!" Meng Wu, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were surprised, his eyes widened, and he didn't believe it.
The Qin State's laws are strict, and no one dares to violate Qin Law. The Qin people abide by the law. The Qin State's roads do not pick up high prices, and do not close their doors at night. "Social security" is good. Who dares to assassinate Qin State?
It was the first time that the four native Qin people, Meng Wu, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong, heard of them, would not be surprised.
Although Lu Jujian was not from a Qin person, he was surprised and screamed in a loud voice: "You are so brave. How dare you assassinate the young master? Are you not afraid of Qin Dharma?"
Zhao Ji blinked her beautiful eyes and looked incredible. She knew Qin Fa's terribleness. It was really unbelievable that these people actually assassinated Qin Yiren.
The most surprising thing was Qin Yiren. He opened his mouth and his eyes widened. He wanted to ask a question, but he didn't say it for a long time, but he kept saying in his heart: "Who wants me to die?"
"Mo Family Sword Technique!" Suddenly, Meng Wu exclaimed, his eyes widened, staring at these people.
The Mohist swordsmanship was created by the great scholar Mozi. Mozi's theory advocated "either love" and "not attack". He recruited students. While teaching their theories, he also taught them martial arts. Therefore, Mohist disciples practiced both civil and military affairs, both with clever skills, flexible minds, and firm political beliefs.
In order to promote his own doctrine, Mozi ordered his disciples to maintain order in the world. Anyone who was cruel and bloodthirsty, the Mo family disciples would punish and kill. Over time, the Mo family school made the princes of the world extremely afraid, and even the seven Warring States periods did not dare to provoke them.
The long-term maintenance of the world order has won the reputation of the Mohist family, known as the "political hero", is the embodiment and symbol of justice, and is remembered by the Mohist disciples. That is the despicable cruelty and tyrant, and no one can bear the charge.
Furthermore, the Mo family is good at assassination. If they are missed by the Mo family, who knows when they will be assassinated?
During the Warring States Period, there were assassins as cows, and the Mohist family was a master. Assassins like Jing Ke had a close connection with the Mohist family, which shows how terrible the Mohist assassins were.
When Mozi was alive, the Mo family was prosperous for a time and became one of the "explicit scholars" at that time and was valued by the world. After Mozi's death, the Mo family split and no longer had the grand occasion of Mozi's time. However, it was still feared by the princes of the world.
What is most unexpected is that the Mohist school began to deteriorate, and fell step by step, and eventually evolved into a gangster. Therefore, Mozi, a great scholar, became the originator of the Chinese gangster.
Although the Mohist school has fallen, it still has a strong influence. Meng Wu was shocked when he saw these people using the Mohist sword technique, as if he was struck by lightning.
"It's really the Mo family's sword technique!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were also shocked.
A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although the Mohist family is no longer as grand as it was, they cannot be underestimated. They cannot be surprised.
"Hmph!" Although Qin Yiren was shocked, he buried his shock in his heart. He snorted coldly and shouted in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that the Mo family would have fallen to such a level, indiscriminately and wantonly killing people. Are you worthy of Mo Zi's spirit in heaven?"
"Our Mo family takes it as their responsibility to punish violence and eliminate evil spirits. If Qin Yiren destroys Zhao, he is cruel and unkind. Who else can he kill if he doesn't kill you?" The leader sneered, came with a sword, his wrist flapped, and a beautiful sword light flashed, and he slashed at Qin Yiren.
"The Mo family is just a group of ignorant villains who are not divided by right and wrong, and are ignorant!" Qin Yiren pulled out the Qin sword and was about to fight with this man, but he slashed the sword with a slanted sword, setting it apart, and it was Meng Wu who took action.
"Iron Eagle Sharp!" The person in charge was shocked, and his eyes looked at Meng Wu's body, and he was very surprised.
The Iron Eagle Sharp is the top force of the Qin army and is famous all over the world. He naturally has heard of it.
"You are not blind." Meng Wu raised his head and thrust his chest, and said proudly: "I practice martial arts at the age of six, became an Iron Eagle Swordsman at the age of twelve, and took another three years to become an Iron Eagle Swordsman."
"Even if you are an Iron Eagle Serious Man, you can't save Qin Yiren." The leader sneered, waved the sword in his hand, and fought with Meng Wu.
This man was extremely skilled. He was not inferior to Mengwu, and the two of them were killed together, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.
"Good skills." Meng Wu exclaimed.
"You are good at it too. If I entangle you, they can kill Qin Yiren." The leader looked like he had a cunning plan.
"Is that true?" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong raised their mouths and sneered. The sword in their hands was like a training, and the man in black rushed over could not stop it. His head flew and blood splattered.
"Are you Iron Eagle Sharp?" The leader was shocked and his eyes almost hit the ground.
Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were originally Iron Eagle Swordsmen. Qin Yiren spent a lot of money to use the best medicine for them. If they still couldn't become Iron Eagle Swordsmen, they would be pigs.
The Iron Eagle Sharp is extremely powerful. If there were only Meng Wu, these men in black would not be afraid. If there were three more, the situation would be different. The leader knew that something was wrong and hurriedly said, "Let's go!"
"Want to leave? I underestimate this young master too much." Qin Yiren sneered, blocked the person in front of the leader, waved the sword in his hand, and slashed at the man. He made a ruthless, fierce and murderous intent. He knew that Qin Yiren was extremely capable at first glance.
"You can do martial arts? Are you so skillful?" The leader was shocked and almost dropped his eyes to the ground.
"It's so funny. Even the young master is not sure whether Wu is a martial artist. I want to assassinate him. It's such a big joke." Meng Wu split the corners of his mouth and sneered loudly.
"You are not Zhao people, right?" Qin Yiren flew up and down in his hand, entangled the person in the leader, and said coldly.
"How do you know?" The person in charge said subconsciously, and said in a word, he immediately made up, "Who said we are not Zhao people? We are Zhao people." Some Zhao people were mixed with some Zhao dialects, and it was really the same.
"If you were Zhao people, you wouldn't have known that I could do martial arts." Qin Yiren said coldly: "I am fighting in and out of thousands of troops. The martial arts story has spread a long time ago, but you don't know that this is the proof that you are not Zhao people. Let's say, who sent you here?"
Qin Yiren did not like martial arts and did not practice martial arts. That was the business of his ex. Since he realized that if he did not know martial arts in the Warring States Period, Qin Yiren worked hard and practiced martial arts diligently. Although he had not become an Iron Eagle Sergeant, he was also very skilled. This battle really made the leader busy.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Under the pursuit of Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong, three Iron Eagle Sharpmen, these men in black could not stop them at all. Some people kept dying under their swords, and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Not good!" The man in black in the leader saw that the situation was not good, and he became more determined to escape. He used his sword to open Meng Wu's sword and was about to escape, but he felt a pain in his right leg. Qin Yiren stabbed his thigh with a sword, screamed and fell to the ground.
Meng Wu pointed the sword in his hand like a poisonous snake, pointing to the man's throat and said coldly: "If the young master had something to ask you, I'll take you with one sword."
This man is very strong-willed. When he exerted force, his throat hit the tip of the sword. He was seeking death.
"I want to die? Young Master doesn't let you die, don't want to die!" Meng Wu shook his wrist, his sword edged, and then drew a beautiful arc. The sword body hit the man's head heavily, and his head was bleeding. The man's head buzzed and he fell to the ground.
Meng Wu stretched out his hand, holding the man in his hand like a dead dog, threw it at Qin Yiren, and said, "Young Master, you have to be careful. Humph, I have never seen such a stupid assassin, and I don't even know that the young master can do martial arts."
"It's not that they are stupid, but that they come from a place where news is blocked." Qin Yiren's brows were tightly frowning, his face was gloomy, as if water was about to drip out of it, and he said in a deep voice: "If you don't want to suffer from flesh and blood, just answer my question honestly, and I will give you a pleasure."
"Qin Yiren, don't even think about getting anything from my mouth." This man was extremely tough and had no intention of surrendering at all.
Qin Yiren lifted his right foot, stepped down heavily, stepped on the man's face, and said gloomyly: "You dare to be stubborn in front of me, but you are uncomfortable. I have some ways to make you speak."
"You... Qin Yiren, you insult the scholar..." Being stepped on by someone is a great humiliation, the biggest stain of life. I would rather die than be stepped on by someone. This man was angry and squirted out blood, his face twisted, and he shouted at Qin Yiren.
"Scholar? Are you worthy of being a scholar?" Qin Yiren was extremely contemptuous.
"Qin Yiren, if you have the habit, you will kill me. If I escape this disaster, I will teach you that you cannot survive or die." This man had a gloomy face, his voice contained endless resentment, as if he came from the underworld of Jiuyou.
"You don't have a chance." Qin Yiren said to Meng Zhao: "You practice him well."
"Don't worry, young master, we are the best." Meng Zhao patted his chest and promised, carrying the man and walked aside.
Chapter completed!