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Chapter 149 Nine Cauldrons
Zhang Liang has always been fascinated by the story of the Nine Cauldrons, but has never seen it with his own eyes. When he heard Bei Mingzi mention it today, he couldn't help but become very curious.
"Boy, don't have any evil ideas about taking the Nine Cauldrons. That thing is more evil than the Seven Stars of the Azure Dragon. Since ancient times, many masters have been eyeing it, but none of them had a good ending!" Bei Mingzi warned earnestly.
"It is said that the Nine Cauldrons are the national treasure, worshipped and sacrificed by people all over the world. They possess enormous power. If they are not touched by a true king, they will be retaliated against. Unless you have the qualities of an emperor, you will not be recognized by the Nine Cauldrons." Bei Mingzi said seriously.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. At most, I'll just take a look at it curiously, but I will never touch that treasure easily." Zhang Liang replied with a smile.
"It's better this way. Things that concern the country and the people are not something that we practitioners can get involved in." Bei Mingzi said with emotion.
Zhang Liang nodded slightly, and his sense of mystery about the Nine Cauldrons became stronger. It is said that in the history of the previous life, the last of the Nine Cauldrons was lost in Sishui. When Qin Shihuang visited the east, he went to Sishui to salvage it, but returned empty-handed. Later, when Liu Bang was the head of the Sishui Pavilion, he was recognized by the Nine Cauldrons. Subsequently, many heroes followed him and eventually established the foundation of the Han Dynasty, which lasted for 400 years.
In the previous life, this was just a legend, and it was fine to just listen to it, but in this world, the lost one of the Nine Cauldrons might really be in Sishui. Thinking of this, Zhang Liang secretly vowed to go to Sishui to look for it if he had the chance.
According to Bei Mingzi, the other eight tripods have been divided up by various countries. Such a heavy weapon must be kept strictly, and it may not be easy to take a look at or study it. But if there is really that tripod in Sishui, there may still be a chance to find it.
"I just don't know if the strange fluctuations in Xianyang City are related to the Nine Cauldrons?" Zhang Liang thought silently.
The next morning, Fusu came to visit again, but this time he was no longer accompanied by Meng Tian, but came with Changping Jun.
Changping Jun looked to be about 30 or 40 years old, with a strong face, deep eyes, calm and composed manners, and he seemed very stable and reserved. When he smiled, he gave people a feeling of being as gentle as jade and a spring breeze. Seeing Fusu, Zhang Liang thought that this kid was like a smaller version of Changping Jun, who had learned about 70% of Changping Jun's gentlemanly temperament, but not his cunning and sophistication.
After the formalities, Lord Changping clasped his fists and said, "Senior Bei Mingzi, the King of Qin invites you two to meet in the palace."
"Okay, I've heard of the King of Qin's great name a long time ago, and I'd like to meet him. I'll trouble you two to lead the way." Bei Mingzi replied with a smile on his face.
Zhang Liang still treated himself as an invisible person, quietly following Bei Mingzi without saying a word. However, Changping Jun still noticed Zhang Liang, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "This must be Zhang Liang, the young talent of Han State. He is really a young hero. Fusu, you young people should communicate more, and you can also take this opportunity to get to know the young talents of other countries."
"Mr. Changping, you are too kind. There is no such person as Zhang Liang of Han State now. There is only Zhang Liang of Tianzong of Taoism." Zhang Liang's face was calm, but he secretly cursed Mr. Changping in his heart.
"Hello, Brother Zifang!" Fusu didn't care about the conversation between Zhang Liang and Changping Jun. He just smiled and saluted Zhang Liang.
"Master Fusu." Zhang Liang returned the greeting helplessly, feeling quite dissatisfied with Changping Jun. Not only did this man classify him as a Han national, but he also hinted that Fusu should win him over, which made Zhang Liang feel very uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the post station was not far from the Qin Palace. Along the way, Zhang Liang chatted with Fusu casually, and soon arrived at the Qin Palace.
Zhang Liang had a good impression of Fusu. He was indeed a gentle and elegant gentleman, unlike Han Fei, who had complicated thoughts. If Fusu was not the eldest son of Qin Shihuang, Zhang Liang would be willing to make friends with him.
After entering the Qin Palace, everyone stopped talking and walked straight into the depths of the palace, and soon arrived at the main hall.
Inside the main hall of the Qin Palace, Qin Shi Huang sat on the throne, his body motionless and solemn as a mountain. Although he did not reveal any aura of a warrior, he gave people a great sense of oppression, making people dare not look up at him. Even those with weak wills could not help but bow down in submission when they saw him.
"He is indeed the greatest emperor of all time, and he truly possesses the majesty of an emperor!" Zhang Liang couldn't help but admire in his heart.
Zhang Liang was more curious about Qin Shi Huang than to the point of awe. He almost never took his eyes off Qin Shi Huang, carefully observing this great emperor.
"Greetings, King Qin!" Bei Mingzi bowed slightly in salute. With his status as a powerful man, he could naturally be on equal footing with monarchs of various countries. Therefore, his salute was just an ordinary courtesy, not a ceremony of paying homage to the king.
Zhang Liang also did not speak. He followed Bei Mingzi in bowing, his eyes still fixed on Qin Shihuang.
"You two are welcome!" Qin Shihuang stood up and left the throne.
Suddenly, Qin Shihuang's gaze changed and he stared at Zhang Liang.
At that moment, Qin Shihuang's gaze seemed to carry a pressure that shook the heavens and the earth, as if no matter who stood in front of him, they would have to surrender at his feet. Even Zhang Liang vaguely heard a loud dragon roar.
If it were an ordinary person, even a master-level warrior, he would not be able to look him in the eye at this moment because of his distraction, or at least he would not be able to help but avoid Qin Shihuang's gaze.
However, Zhang Liang practiced the Golden Eye of Fire, and was not afraid of this kind of pressure from the pupil technique. As soon as he thought about it, a flame seemed to ignite in his eyes, instantly blocking Qin Shihuang's pressure.