There is a relatively flat grass on the top of the mountain, with many small earth buns located closely together. The soil on their surface is dark brown and still has moisture. It should have been newly built soon.

In front of each soil bun, there is a wooden stake standing. On the flat vertical surface, something is written with charcoal, which is not clear from a distance.

Yang Zheng guessed the truth, stood up from the ground, and walked over in a heavy mood.

These new tombs are naturally heroes on the island who worked silently for ten years but were brutally poisoned.

I don’t know whether Wei Wuji had a conscience or because of his reputation, he pretended to be pretending to his disciples. After these heroes died, they were not exposed to their bodies in the open air, but were buried in peace and recorded their names with simple wooden monuments.

Yang Zheng looked solemn, walked to the front and bowed to these seniors.

The west wind is strong and the setting sun is like blood. The top of the mountain is immersed in a tragic atmosphere.

Yang Zheng stared at the first tombstone in front of him, and his pupils twitched suddenly, "Is this... Ou Yezi?!"

He was not sure about the situation in this world, but in ancient times, Ou Yezizun was the founder of sword making, and he set the forefront of iron and sword making, and cast many famous swords, all of which were famous and passed down through the ages.

Since the warring state had higher military power and the cultivation trend was prevalent, and the martial artists used flying swords, then Ou Yezi's masterpiece would be more powerful and would attract the snatch of heroes from all over the world. Correspondingly, his fame would only increase unabated.

Even this master who was shocking the past and present was convinced that Xinlingjun's character was unquestionable and eventually died tragically on a deserted island.

Yang Zheng felt mixed feelings and moved towards the second grave.

"Tomb of Gongshu Qin"

For Yang Zheng, this is a strange name, and he had never heard of it in his previous life. But he was quick-witted and guessed the identity of this person.

"I remember that Master Lu Ban had a surname Gongshu. Perhaps, this person was a descendant of Master Lu Ban and inherited the ancestral carpenter skills..."

What he didn't know was that in today's world, Gongshu is the top sect of mechanisms and techniques, proficient in manufacturing mechanisms and equipment, and is as famous as the Mohist school. Gongshu Xin is the number one craftsman of Gongshu.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the successor of the Mo family.

"The Tomb of Mo Ran"

Yang Zheng frowned and said nothing, and became familiar with the reputation of the Mo family.

"The Mohist school was a prominent scholar in the Warring States Period, with many disciples, and he responded to it. Even such a huge force dared to harm him. What exactly did Wei Wuji want to do?"

After seeing these names, he finally realized that everyone on the island was a famous craftsman from the mainland, with superb skills in all aspects.

Wei Wuji took great pains to gather everyone together, and the purpose was not as simple as creating a famous sword. It condensed the wisdom and skills of these famous craftsmen. If they create an object, their power will be unimaginable. Even if they call it a magical artifact, it would not be an exaggeration.

So the question arises, what is that magical artifact?

What is the purpose of Wei Wuji secretly developed this magical artifact?

Yang Zheng has no way of knowing.

At this moment, Xiao Zulong's memory flashed out at the right time. He and Mo Ran got along very well before.

"Mo Ran is from Chu State and is an old man in his sixties. He is a neighbor to me in the village. I often pester him to learn Chuwen..."

Seeing this, Yang Zheng realized that he also neglected the key point.

"Before Qin Shihuang unified the world, the writings of different countries were different, and it seemed that the same was true in the world. I am from Zhao and must know Zhao Wen. I can understand the words on the tombstone because I know Wei Wen, and I have also learned Chu Wen..."

As soon as he thought about this, all the memories in his mind popped up, which made him overjoyed.

"What? I am actually proficient in writing from various countries? This level of knowledge is really too high! Qi Chuyan...wait, why am I the only one who knows Qin's writing?"

Yang Zheng has been extremely intelligent since childhood, meticulous in his heart, and loves logical analysis. At this moment, he frowned, his thoughts flew, and quickly deduced the truth behind this information.

"From my memory, I can master the six kingdoms, and I have learned it from villagers from all over the mainland. This means that there are heroes from the six kingdoms gathered in the village, but there are no Qin people!"

Why is this behavior so similar to the mercenary of the six countries put together and hide it from Qin?

Those who combine together with each other will be able to attack the strong.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng suddenly realized, "That's right, it's the Hezong! In history, Xinling Jun served as the Hezong commander of the six countries and defeated the powerful Qin army twice. He was struggling on the island for so long, was he studying the secret weapon against the powerful Qin?"

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the name on the tombstone. After he confirmed that there were no Qin people in his memory, he became more and more confident that fighting against Qin should be the secret of this island.

"If this is true, Wei Wuji's reason for mobilizing the craftsmen must be to resist Qin, so everyone agreed without hesitation. What he wanted was to succeed and dominate the world, and what the craftsmen pursued was to defend their country and resist the powerful Qin."

In times of troubled times, the strong will survive. In order to settle down, the princes had to merge with the weak and strengthen themselves. There was no right or wrong in order to gain a foothold. Big fish eat small fish and small fish eat shrimps. No one cares whether it is right or wrong.

Weakness is original sin.

Being stronger is the way out in troubled times.

Yang Zheng did not want to speculate on Wei Wuji's ambitions, so he shook his head and walked to the corner behind the tomb group.

"Zu Chong's Tomb"

This is his father's grave.

Since she is not a real father-son relationship, Yang Zheng stood here without much sadness, and just said silently, "Don't worry, I will not insult your ancestors' reputation."

A man is a hero for all men. Whether he is born in a chaotic world or not, a real man should be ambitious and achieve immortal achievements. Whether it is Wei Wuji or Qin Shihuang, if he dares to stand in front of him, he will trample these people under his feet!

Memories related to Zu Chong came to his mind one after another.

When he was in the village, he was eager to find out his life experience and situation, but he did not look through his memories in detail. At this time, he guessed the whole story. He finally calmed down and carefully understood the past of Zu Chong and his son.

"After entering the village, my father told me countless times that when Wei Wuji comes to the island, he should wander in front of him more often and pester him to play..."

Yang Zheng frowned and found that things were not simple.

"Although Wei Wuji is highly respected, there is no need for his father to let a young kid who is still very ignorant to show his respect? Could it be that he wants me to surrender to Wei Wuji or take him as his teacher?"

"After entering the village, he always asked me to learn the words from the villagers and be familiar with the customs and customs of the mainland, but he also warned me that if someone wants to accept me as his disciple and teach me how to practice, he must not agree..."

"Uh, let me learn more and see more and have a long experience. I can understand this. But I strictly prohibit my practice. What the hell is this? **, if I had entered the Tao since I was a child, I could fly away from this island now!"

He thought Zu Chong was a weirdo and his teachings were incredible. If it were someone else who lived with so many masters and seniors, he would definitely want his son to take everyone as his teacher and learn all his supernatural powers.

"After entering the village, he secretly taught me to swim and reminded me not to let people know that I can swim, and I have to pretend to be a land duck in front of others..."

Yang Zheng was confused and didn't understand what medicine was sold in this gourd.

"After entering the village, he told me many times that one day in the future, when he is dead, if I am still alive, when there is no one, remove the bed leg in the lower right corner and take out the suicide note..."

Suicide letter?!
Chapter completed!