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Chapter 770 Constraints
A hoarse voice came from the corridor. An old man with a dragon-headed cane appeared, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with Tai Chi tattoos all over the back of his neck.
Sun Qian placed her hand on the soft sword at her waist, remembering her father's blood dripping down the blade before his death. "Your father refused to hand over the boxing manual back then," the old man turned the ring, the sapphire reflecting a bloody light, "Have you brought it now?" Before he finished speaking, a dozen men in black emerged from the darkness. Sun Qian took a deep breath, tiptoed onto the fountain, and the cold light of the unsheathed soft sword cut through the twilight. The sound of fighting startled the roosting crows. Sun Qian's swordsmanship combined the softness of Tai Chi with the hardness of swordsmanship. When the sword tip lifted the masks of the men in black, she saw the Tai Chi mark on their necks. The old man suddenly threw out his cane, and smoke blew out of his dragon head's mouth. In the choking smoke, Sun Qian touched the copper bell in his pocket, and his grandfather's voice rang in his ears: "Ring the bell when in danger, and sink your qi into your dantian." The sound of the bell mixed with the sound of the sword resounded throughout the courtyard. Sun Qian danced with his eyes closed, and the sword energy shook off the red leaves on the trees. When the smoke cleared, the men in black fell to the ground in all directions, and the old man's suit was covered with fallen leaves. "It turns out that the secret of the boxing manual is in the bell." He stared at the copper bell in Sun Qian's hand, and his pupils shrank suddenly. On the flight back to China, Sun Qian opened the bell. There was a microfilm hidden inside, recording the evidence of cultural relics smuggling that her father had discovered that year. The clouds outside the window were rolling like waves, and she took out her mobile phone to send a message to the sheriff. When she landed, the news push popped up: "The transnational cultural relics smuggling gang was destroyed, and the Chinese female warrior helped solve the case." On the day the martial arts hall reopened, Sun Qian hung a new plaque with the words "Use martial arts to stop war." In the sun, the copper bell was tied to the lintel, and it made a crisp sound when the wind passed by. A foreign tourist came to learn Tai Chi and pointed to the patch on her cheongsam and laughed: "Master Sun, is this the latest model?" She smiled and demonstrated the posture, and caught a glimpse of the Tai Chi tattoo flashing on the corner of the street - it was a strong man who had reformed himself, crossing the street with his children.
The story begins with Zhang Kai's time travel after being struck by lightning at a modern archaeological site, and he quickly integrates into the court of the Qin State during the Warring States Period. With his understanding of history and modern thinking, he advises Ying Zheng in key events such as the Battle of Hangu Pass and the Battle of Lianheng Pozong, showing the unique perspective of a time traveler who rewrites the trajectory of history. The moment the Qin Star Track Luoyang Shovel hit the bronze tripod, Zhang Kai's temples throbbed. The archaeological team's searchlight turned into a pale spot of light in the rainy night. He squatted down to wipe the inscription on the tripod, and the words "In the 238th year, the emperor annexed all the princes in the world" suddenly leaked a faint blue fluorescence. At the moment the thunder exploded, he felt an electric current running through his neck, and when he opened his eyes again, the neighing of the warhorse had pierced his eardrums. "You are looking for death!" The bronze spear brushed past his ear, and Zhang Kai staggered down the slope. His linen short brown was soaked in mud and water, and a rusty bronze sword appeared on his waist at some point. Torches in the distance formed a long red dragon, the black flags on the chariots fluttered, and the large banner with the Chinese character "Qin" fluttered like blood in the night wind. "Are you a messenger from Liyang?" The iron mask of the heavily armored warrior glowed coldly. Zhang Kai stared at the cloud pattern on the other's armor, and suddenly remembered the record in "Records of the Grand Historian" - in BC, Ying Zheng went on an eastern tour after suppressing the Lao Ai Rebellion. He touched the soaked notebook in his arms, and the handwriting on the title page of "Chronology of Warring States History" was spreading. The candlelight in the Xianyang Palace flickered. Zhang Kai knelt under the Danchi and stole a glance at the young king on the high platform. Ying Zheng's crown covered his eyebrows, but it could not hide the white knuckles holding the sword. "You said that the alliance of the six countries can be broken?" The hoarse voice mixed with the smell of spices in the tripod, "After Wei Yang's reform, the Qin people have not encountered such a crisis for three generations." Memories came like a tide. Zhang Kai thought of the Qin bamboo slips found during the archaeological excavation, and the burned pages of Shangjunshu. "Does the king know 'make friends with distant countries and attack nearby ones'?" He pulled off the corner of his robe and drew a picture on the blue brick, "Make friends with Qi and Chu, and first take Han and Wei. I have another plan--" Before he finished speaking, an urgent report came from outside the palace: the coalition forces of the six countries had arrived at Hangu Pass. In the twilight of Hangu Pass, Zhang Kai stood beside Ying Zheng. Under his feet was a steep pass, and the camps of the coalition forces outside the pass stretched for ten miles. He took out the cowhide roll in his arms, which was painted with a modern topographic map. "This place looks like a natural barrier, but in fact there is a secret path behind the mountain." He pointed to the Eagle's Beak Cliff, "Send three thousand sharp soldiers to march quickly with their mouths sealed, and we can cut off the coalition's food supply." The night wind was wrapped in the smell of blood. When the Qin army's ambush poured down from the top of the cliff, Zhang Kai heard the sound of his own drums mixed with shouts of killing. The Han army's grain carts were like paper lanterns in the light of the fire. He swung his sword to cut the reins of the shaft horse, but when he turned around, he ran into the sharp spear of the old general of the Wei State. At the critical moment, Ying Zheng's long sword slashed across the air, and sparks splashed on Zhang Kai's fresh blood. On the day of his triumphant return to Xianyang, Zhang Kai's combat boots were covered with mud. He looked at the people lining the streets and cheered, and suddenly remembered what the captain of the archaeological team said: "History is written by the victors." Ying Zheng turned his head in the royal carriage, and his eyes between the crown tassels were like a hawk: "Mr. Zhang, drink with me tonight." Amid the clash of wine jars in the Zhangtai Palace, Zhang Kai stared at the bamboo slips on the table. Li Si was advising against the "Edict of Expulsion" when he suddenly stood up and said, "In the past, Duke Mu sought talents, Duke Xiao used Shang Yang, and King Hui used Zhang Yi..." Seeing Ying Zheng frowning, he changed the subject and said, "However, the spies of the six countries do need to be investigated. I have a method that can make the Qin people report each other." He took out the household registration form drawn with charcoal pencil, "Register according to this, and you will be safe." On the eve of the Battle of Changping, the envoy of Zhao State sent the Heshi Bi. Zhang Kai saw Lin Xiangru's furious look through the pearl curtain. When the drama of "returning the jade intact to Zhao" was staged, he whispered in Ying Zheng's ear, "This is a delaying tactic of the Zhao people, and Wu'an Jun should fight quickly." The drums outside the king's tent suddenly sounded, and he took out the torn page of "The Art of War" in his arms, on which the four words "speed is the essence of war" were circled in red pen. The battle to destroy Chu was the most dangerous. On the day when Li Xin's troops returned in defeat, Ying Zheng smashed the jade cup. Zhang Kai picked up the fragments and drew a waterway of the Yangtze River on his palm: "It must be ." He looked at Wang Jian's old face and remembered the evaluation in the history textbook, "The old general needs to proceed steadily and wait for the opportunity to tire out." On the day of crossing the river, Zhang Kai stood on the tower ship. The river water mixed with blood flooded over the deck, and he saw the last battle flag of the Chu State fall. Behind him came the laughter of Ying Zheng: "I will finally live up to your promise of 'unification in ten years'!" He took out the rusty Luoyang shovel - it had been transformed into a scepter at some point, and the cloud and thunder pattern on the bronze shovel echoed with Ying Zheng's crown. On the day of the coronation ceremony, the bells and drums in Xianyang City made people's eardrums hurt. Zhang Kai stood among the nine ministers, looking at the First Emperor on the altar. The face under the crown was more majestic than ten years ago, but when the Fengshan edict read "the virtue of the Three Sovereigns, the merits of the Five Emperors",