Chapter 1

In the Hanyi of Wu, above the river, the sky is sweeping.

Prince Qingji stood up high on the bow of the boat, the wind blew the cloak, but there was a radiance between his eyebrows.

His army had just captured Hanyi and was successful in its battle, and it was unstoppable. At this moment, he was marching overnight, preparing to attack Gongzi Guang, who usurped power and seized the throne, and now the king of Wu, Helu, was facing a head-on attack.

Qingji was eighteen years old and had the courage of ten thousand men. He was known as the number one warrior of Wu. He was the son of King Ji Liao of Wu. In order to plan the throne, Gongzi Guang (Helu) recruited an assassin on his behalf, Zhu Zhu, the most creative assassin in history, assassinated King Ji Liao of Wu with a sword hidden in the belly of fish.

At that time, Qingji was fighting against Chu State in a distance. After receiving the news that his father was killed and Gongzi Guang usurped the throne, the entire army collapsed and all the horses were silent. Qingji knew that he could not do anything, so he made a quick decision and immediately led his confidants to break through the siege and be defeated by Weiguo. He recruited soldiers and horses in Weiguo Aicheng, formed neighboring countries, and vowed to avenge his father's death.

Qingji was the bravest in the world. He was not only famous among the princes and countries, but also had a high prestige in Wu. With him, the country of Wu was unstable after all. Qingji was sharpening his sword in the Wei Kingdom, and King Helu of Wu was like living with his head, worried all day long. At this moment, he finally came back.

Qing Ji stood proudly at the bow of the boat, and the soldiers on both sides shouted low horns and rowed the oars neatly, and the river water made a "splashing" sound.

Next to Qingji was a short man who was not as tall as Qingji's waist. He held a short halberd in his hand. The sleeve of his right arm was blown away by the wind, and he lost his arm. He pointed to the river and said with a slight radiance: "Young Master's Divine Power, Helu will be unable to sleep all night tonight. When we return to Wu this time, we will kill him happily."

Qingji held the wine jar in one hand, raised it and took a sip, wiped his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to leave, the evil one can be punished, but you should not open the door to kill. Once the success is achieved, the important thing is to calm the people's hearts."

The one-armed dwarf Yao Li Wei was so proud that a puffer fish in the river was frightened and suddenly jumped up from the water surface. Suddenly, it fell back into the river with a loud bang, splashing a wave. Yao Li was short-lived and got on the boat gang, laughing and said, "Young Master, the leaping fish in the river is auspicious."

Qingji smiled faintly. He didn't believe in those illusory auspicious signs. A real man stands between heaven and earth and needs to fight for everything with his own hands. Auspicious signs? Can auspicious signs drive Helu off the throne? Can auspicious signs avenge him for killing his father?

Qingji looked back and saw hundreds of warships behind him, with armored men standing solemnly on the warships. Under the moonlight, Wu hook and Wu Ge were cold and cold, and the hideous ghost face and fangs on the oar shield were squeaking.

Qingji couldn't help but smile with a satisfied smile: "Auspicious omen is not a blessing. I want to take revenge and regain my country. It's them, and I've trained elite soldiers in all kinds of battles!"

When Qingji turned around and looked back, Yaoli, who was standing on the boat gang with a halberd, suddenly kicked his legs. With the help of the hunting wind on the river, he rushed towards Qingji. The short halberd in his hand had pierced his chest in an instant.

"Ah!" Qing Ji shouted to the sky, staggered and fell two steps. The wine jar slammed on the deck with a bang, and the wine was immediately dyed red by blood.

Qing Ji turned around suddenly, and the sharp blade of the halberd penetrated from his back. The place close to the armored clothes was like a spring. The generals and soldiers beside him were stunned for a moment.

Qing Ji glared at Yaoli and suddenly reached out to grab him. Yaoli was not much taller than the dwarf. In front of Qing Ji, the number one hero of Wu who was eight feet tall, there was no way to fight back. Qing Ji stretched out his arm and grabbed him in his hand, lifting his ankle backwards into the river.

"Wow", Yaoli's head pulled out of the cold river water. He was soaked three times. The river water choked him and coughed repeatedly. At this moment, his face turned blue, his hair was messy, and his short body was in a mess, just like a little ghost, but he was not afraid at all, but instead tried his best to make a burst of laughter.

Qing Ji shook his wrist and threw him at the bow of the boat. He slowly took two steps back and fell on the deck, panting and watching as he was about to leave. After this action, the blood stains on his chest became thicker.

He rushed up from side to side, held Qingji, and shouted in panic: "Young Master!"

Qing Ji suddenly laughed: "There is such a warrior in the world who dares to assassinate this young master. I never expected that Ji Guang would send you a disabled person like you to be an assassin!"

The guards rushed forward, and a few "clang" sounds, and several Wu hooks were crossed and pressed against Yaoli's neck. The sharp blade was pressed against his thin neck. With just one cut, he could cut off his head. Yaoli Yiran was not afraid, but a trace of calm joy appeared on his face.

Qingji said: "Forget it, don't make things difficult for him, this person is also a warrior in the world."

He laughed and sighed, "You must be free, you are not the enemy of me, but now I die in your hands. It's really something I can't imagine."

Yaoli smiled calmly, his cheeks twitched slightly: "But I had already thought of it. I cut off my arm and took the whole family's life. If I can't win the trust of you and take your life, even God will not be able to see it."

Qingji smiled bitterly and nodded, "Yes, you broke your arm and asked Ji Guang to kill your parents, wife and children. How could I not believe you?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly glared and shouted sternly: "But, I have no grudges with you. You are willing to sacrifice your parents, wife and children to show your reputation. If I am better than you, even animals will be ashamed to be with you!"

Qingji was angry and powerful, and he was shocked to death. He couldn't help but change his color in shock. Since he defected to Qingji, Qingji has always regarded him as a brother. This is the first time that such a might have been revealed in front of him.

After Qingji finished speaking, he looked at him contemptuously and said to the personal soldiers who were crying, "Don't kill him, let him go, let him ask for a name. No matter what, you have to leave... you are always a man, and today... it's enough to die a hero."

After Qingji said that, he knelt up and held the handle of the halberd with both hands, shouted suddenly, pulled out with force, and a burst of passion suddenly spurted out.

Qingji threw the short halberd forward and inserted it into the boat gang with a "decisive" sound. He knelt like a tiger and murmured: "My father died under the sword of Zhuanzhu's fish intestine. Today, I, Qingji, revenge, but I died under the halberd. The villain has attained enlightenment, hey! Could it be... this is the fate of my father and son..."

Qingji's voice became lower and lower, his head hangs slightly, and he just doesn't move, and he's dead after he's angry.

He died before he could succeed, which made the hero cry!

"Young Master!" The generals knelt in front of Qing Ji, and tears were surging. The other ships had learned that the main general was assassinated. Qing Ji was always grateful to his subordinates. All the armies cried and the river lost its color.

Yaoli finally died, and his eyes that were holding on to Qingji suddenly dimmed. The soldiers around him had always followed Qingji's orders. Even though he was dead, the soldiers still did not dare to disobey. The sharp Wu hook on Yaoli's neck had been moved away, and all the soldiers cried and bowed to Qingji's body. He stood there like a piece of wood, and no one looked at him again.

The ancient raiders, who committed suicide by life and death, were very serious, did not seek profit, but wanted to leave their reputation throughout the ages. This is the evaluation of anti-terrorism expert Han Feizi. Now that he is about to get what he wants, he can't help but lose it.

He laughed three times in a hoarse voice, and said to the sky: "In order to win the faith, I asked the King of Wu to kill my parents, wife and children, and burn the body and raise ashes to ashes. Since I have won the faith, Qingji, and used it for him, but killed the master is unrighteous. Now that the great thing has been done, why should I, an unkind and unrighteous person, live in the world?"

After saying that, Yaoli raised his one arm and slashed hard at the short halberd that was firmly stuck in the boat gang. With a "puff", his only left arm broke with the blade, and blood surged wildly. Yaoli screamed in pain, and then rushed forward, shook his head suddenly, his throat was cut open by the sharp halberd blade, and he immediately became angry. His body knelt on the ground, and his head softly rested on the halberd.

Qingji's subordinates knelt beside him and cried in silence. No one noticed that the one who died was so heroic. Zhuangzhu assassinated the king and the victim was the only one who sacrificed his name, so he was able to keep his name forever. In order to win his trust, he asked the King of Wu to kill his whole family. Although it was even more tragic, unfortunately, even historical books were ashamed to mention this beastly behavior. After all, the name of Yaoli could not surpass Zhuangzhu.

At this moment, a sound of a sound of gold alarm came from the small boat in front of him, and someone shouted: "The Wu Zhouzheng is here, the Wu Zhouzheng is here."

Qingji's deputy general Jing Lin wiped away his tears and shouted: "Don't panic, pass the general order, retreat quickly!"

Qing Ji is the soul of the three armies. Once Qing Ji died, the morale of the army was already in chaos and the war was incredible. Besides, the third son of the former King of Wu died, they also lost the meaning of fighting with the Wu Kingdom. Going forward, it was just a whole army to be buried with him.

The heroic Qingji army was forced to return, and hundreds of warships followed the general order to turn around. The formation was already in chaos, and it was just going downstream, but now it was going upstream, so it was even more difficult to dispatch.

The vanguard warship had already fought with the Wu Navy, but the warships in the rear turned around in the river. Without Qingji's command, this lonely army had no intention of fighting. The front army was about to collapse at a touch. The Qingji Navy, who had finally turned around, had just rowed not far away against the current. News came from the front that King Helu of Wu actually sent a warship to block their way.

Under the night, arrows and meteors, and the sound of killing on the river shook the sky. Qingji's army fought each other, and the blood in the cabin was slid straight into the soles of the boots.

Seeing that the situation was over, Jing Lin carried Qingji's body into the cabin, kowtowed three times hard, and said with tears in his eyes: "The fire is coming, burn the boat."

Deputy General Lu Qian had a feather arrow on his shoulder, and rushed into the cabin with a snatched torch in his hand, shouting sternly: "Deputy General Jing, why did you burn the ship?"

Jing Lin raised his head with tears in hissing, "Young Master is dead. Do you want your son's body to be humiliated by Ji Guangling?"

Lu Qian was speechless, and the sound of fighting in his ears shook the sky, but they all knew that once Qing Ji died, the entire army would be destroyed.

Lu Qian walked over slowly, knelt in front of Qing Ji on one knee, was silent for a while, and suddenly bit his teeth, gritted his teeth and said, "Burn the boat!"

He was just about to turn around to ignite the warship when he suddenly felt Qingji's body move.

Lu Qian was shocked and quickly brought the torch closer. Qingji looked like a living, but there was no movement at all. He was thinking that he was dazzled when he suddenly heard Qingji moan softly. Lu Qian's body shook suddenly and shouted in disbelief: "Young Master? Your son is not dead, your son is still alive."

"What?" Jing Lin screamed in surprise and rolled and rushed over.

"Young Master is not dead, you are still alive!" Jing Lin put his hands on Qing Ji's chest and suddenly burst into tears.

Lu Qian held up the torch, and saw Qingji's lips stammering, as if he was trying hard to say something. He quickly approached and listened. Qingji said in a faint voice: "Damn, what kind of dream is this?"

Lu Qian was stunned. The young master's tone was strange and his pronunciation was even more strange. He didn't understand what he was talking about.

However, as long as Mr. Qingji is alive, they will have hope. Lu Qian has no time to pay attention to what Mr. Qingji is saying at this time, and he just yelled with his throat: "Abandon the ship, abandon the ship, quickly land on the shore, and return it to the guards of Lu."

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PS: Li Guanyu: It is said that there were two ways of this word: Hi and No. In modern language, "Hi" means "yes", obeying the order, Yes, Sir. No. "OK" means "ok, yes", and agreeing with a lighter tone, such as OK. There are many different opinions, but there is no more authoritative judgment.

Zuo Qiuming wrote in the Spring and Autumn Period and mentioned Nuo many times, but he didn't see the word "Hi". I think there is no need to carefully study those things, including the people at that time who cheered and said only one word: "Cai~~". I don't have to let the people in the play applaud and shout "Cai~~~~~"

There are firecrackers in the Qin Records, but it is still searching for Qin Records; there are Qiu Chuji who eats peanuts from the Ming Dynasty, and Huang Rong hums the Yuan Song, but it is still the Legend of the Condor Heroes. There is no need to bite those small words. No matter how you study it, you can't write it completely original, and it can't be completely in line with the language, clothing, and behavior of the time. If it really fits it completely, no one has read it. I think it's enough to describe the story and not show any obvious words that are inconsistent with the ancient times, which makes people feel awkward and has an ancient flavor. That's fine, what do you think?

The audience whistled:

"promise!"

"Hi!"
Chapter completed!