As the saddest traveler, I spent a year in the era of the Qin.
Because I’m not very good at history at school, and I don’t know much about the historical events that have taken place during this period, I don’t think I’m going to be able to save my own life, as I am in some exaggerated television or novels.
Watching nations large and small, cold-weapons-era wars are cruel, soldiers are like beasts to each other, cut each other with non-intelligent weapons, and a battle often lasts from dawn to dusk.
I have to be impressed by the fact that the physical qualities of the ancients are such a thing, that if modern people are such a small figure, it would be hard enough to get up and stand for a day.
On the first day of my journey, I appeared on such a battlefield with my face and was captured before I returned.
And then he was beaten up and his nose was swollen and brought to the face of a beard, which was grueling at the price of food for the army, with a pile of bamboo on the floor, and I listened to him for half a day, and I finally heard what he was counting, and it turned out that a soldier needed 12 pieces of dry grain (shell) and how many did he need?
It’s a tough application for the sixth grade of primary school, and the beard is sweaty, and bamboo is everywhere.
I raised my hand and said, “I’ll do it for you.
And the beard looked at me and said: How long would it take if you counted? I’m sorry.
I said, “A maximum of three minutes. I’m sorry.
“What’s three minutes? I’m sorry.
As soon as I hit my head, I thought that this time was not the clock’s clock, and I said, “It’s one in forty minutes.” I’m sorry.
The beard clearly didn’t keep up with my rhythm and asked, “What’s one in forty?” I’m sorry.
I had no idea how to communicate with people of this age, but I had to take a piece of bamboo from the ground, put a multiplication in the ground, and everyone in the barracks came rounded up, looking at the Arabic numbers I drew like a book, and I counted them over and over again, saying that life was at stake, and I didn’t think so carefully when I did the high test, and I said the number once I knew the answer, and the beard was half skeptical: “You paint a charm on the ground, but you’re asking God.” I’m sorry.
I almost fainted and explained to him the advanced nature of the four calculations. I didn’t wait for me to make clear that the beard waved and I was beaten up again by a hairy man and put in a wooden cage.
I wish not to cry but to hate myself for not working out and for not being able to resist these ancients.
But the next day, the beard came to me very excited, and he said that after all night, after a piece of bamboo, he finally got the answer to the number that I said, and he thought that I could talk to the gods and that I would stay as his schemer.
I’m dying and I hope he can give me something to eat.
I haven’t had a sip of water since I crossed.
The beard was obviously fooled by me and arranged for me to eat it, even though it was a very bad roast, and I had to eat it.
After I had finished, I leaned on a rock and the tears of sorrow came out.
The moustache asked me, “Why did you cry?” I’m sorry.
I said, “I want to go home. I’m sorry.
And the beard asked me, “Where did you come from?” I’m sorry.
We said: “A socialist nation is a place completely different from you, half-slave-and-free. I’m sorry.
The beard heard two eyes and waved again. I was thinking about talking, and two big men lifted me up and threw me in a wooden bed.
My back was breaking, I grabbed my pants and thought I was going to be humiliated. The moustache told the soldiers to guard me at the gate of the barracks and to take me back to their king.
Two.
In any case, the most important thing is to be happy, and I must take care of myself in the era of the first Qin, where the poor are extremely poor.
For example, on the march, I caught a big fish by the lake.
A roasted fish made out of a stone pot, which was stolen by the big men before they could eat it. The savages never smelled the roasted fish, caught it with their hands, and the tragedy was that they would not eat fish, and two of them died alive.
Fearing for the mutinies of the soldiers, the beard symbolically punished me by beating me with a plank for half an hour and then sleeping with me for another half month.
In bedtime, for example, I miss fighting with my buddies, and I used bamboo to make a handy card, with a knife on it, with J., Q., K., A., Jokeer, and the big guys who took care of me, because they didn’t understand the rules, lost the money to me, and they thought I cheated and beat me up again.
After the beating, he ransacked me and took my underwear.
What’s more, the leader thinks my underpants are soft and he’s wearing a headscarf on his forehead and walking to the front of the line.
The moustache came to me often to discuss scientific knowledge, and on one occasion he asked me, “Sir, this rain is too long for us to get to the town in time for supplies. Can you stop the rain?” I’m sorry.
I looked out of my head and looked at the sky and said, “No rain tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
“Is that true?” I’m sorry.
I nod my head, and I’m pretty sure, “Ah-ha won’t go out, she won’t be wrong.” I’m sorry.
The day after the sun arrived, the moustache was a little bit more respectful of me, and it finally stopped sending people to watch me, so that I could move around freely, and I almost recovered my buttocks, and I started to wander around and become familiar with the ways of this era, lest I be beaten for no reason.
After numerous inquiries, it became clear that this force belonged to Yan, whose beard was called Ta Guang, and that it was also in the age of war, eight or nine years before the Qin Emperor’s unification, and that Prince Dan of Yan had just presided over the government, since he had once been a hostage in Qin and had been very unhappy with his victory, and had taken Qin as an ideal for his life, and had attacked the neighbouring countries of the triads while training and expanding their power.
3
A few days later, we finally arrived in Yan’s capital city, where I was in a state of great emotion, and the moustaches asked me, “Why do you even sigh?” I’m sorry.
We said: “I am so familiar with this place. I’m sorry.
Tanaka said, “Have you ever been here?” I’m sorry.
I said, “This place is called Beijing for many years, and everyone wants to buy a house here. I’m sorry.
I stopped talking, looked at the men and women on the streets, and the feudal society was a mess, not even a decent beautiful woman, with all the women in their heads and some in their goods, men with yellow teeth, wrinkles and orange skins.
Finally, in a place that seemed to be inhabited, a middle-aged man dressed in khaki was greeted at the door, and the field pulled me to his knees and grunted a great deal. The middle-aged man raised us up and said, “Sir, come in and speak. I’m sorry.
There were tables in the lobby, with food and wine cups on them, and several swordsmen were dancing in the centre of the hall, and the middle-aged were sitting up at the table, squeezing at us, and the field was pulling me to the ground, opposite me was a man with a obscurant face, with a beard and a few holes in his clothes and drinking.
After a full drink, the middle-aged man made a gesture and all the others left the house, leaving me and Tanaka alone in the lobby with the dirty man.
The middle-aged man asked Tanaka: “Who is this gentleman?” I’m sorry.
And the middle-aged man knew me with his hand, and the field was busy with my introduction: “This man has the talent of the heavens and the earth, and the wind and the sun, and with his help, the great things will come.” I’m sorry.
I look at the light of the field, and I think you’re a little big, and that middle-aged man was excited to hear it, and he came to me and he cried and cried and begged me to stay and help him.
We said, “I have no power, nor have I. Don’t be so.” I’m sorry.
And the middle-aged wiped their noses with their sleeves: “Sir, come on, let’s have a drink, and then we’ll introduce you to another. I’m sorry.
After drinking a glass of wine, the middle-aged man pointed to a man sitting by the pillars: “This man, who is a master of swords, can stab the geese in the sky with sword’s air. Last month, I saw his skills in the city and invited him into the house night after night, and we were living together in the same room, so close to each other. I’m sorry.
I have a bad feeling in my heart that the middle-aged man is in such a state that he should be Prince Dan in terms of his attitude to him.
So this dirty swordsman…
I said, “What’s his name?” I’m sorry.
Prince Dan said, “Put it down.” I’m sorry.
I squirted out a sip of wine. I’ll do it. Who could have thought that the famous Chiu-kun was such a motorbike?
4
That night, Prince Dan and Tian Guang were in the room to discuss important matters and Zheng took me to the casino.
Walking on the earth, the silver moon shined on our shoulders, asking me why I was staring at him, and my awkward cough said, “I have heard your story since I was a little curious. I’m sorry.
“What has happened to the people of the dead?” I’m sorry.
We said, “You are not so well known, and in our time many pupils knew you. They used to fight with you, but you were not like this in the game, but a woman of good shape.” I’m sorry.
And he looked at me, and he started to laugh and shake his head: “Sir’s words are too deep, I don’t understand.” I’m sorry.
I scratched my head and walked him into the casino, and this guy was a good gambler, lost his money in 10 minutes and came to me for money. He took a bunch of copper coins that he gave me and lost in less than 10 minutes.
After losing all the money, he took out his sword and snapped it on the table.
And the gamblers who were next to him gushed up: “This sword is worth a few dollars. Go away.” I’m sorry.
“This sword is worthless in your hands and worth a thousand dollars in mine.” I’m sorry.
And when he had raised his hand and waved his sword, the sword was beheaded upon a post beside it, and the people looked at it, and a fly was crucified to the point of the sword.
The old man in the casino with the dice saw his hand and was afraid that he would get mixed up and hurt him. He had to say that he would return the money and ask him not to interrupt their business.
And he said, “He who is willing to lose, and is not a scoundrel who throws the sword, then he lays the last bet.” I’m sorry.
Look at his solitude, I sat straight, and I wanted to see how he turned.
A few minutes later, I was thrown out of the casino, and he kept slapping his hand, and it was so bad that I walked behind him and felt my little head buzzing.
But the nightmare wasn’t over yet, and I was on my way halfway to a red curtain.
I asked him what he wanted. He said he wanted to find a woman.
I was going crazy and I said, “We’re broke. How can we afford to find women? I’m sorry.
And he said, “Does it take money to find a woman and to call him a great husband?” I’m sorry.
Fuck, it’s so new to talk like that, and he’s the best in the mix.
I’m trying to run, but I’m too fast to get in my way. I’m holding my shoulder by the palm of a iron plier. I don’t give a shit. I’m in an ancient kiln.
5
As I can see, it’s supposed to be a regular here, and it’s very soon coming out, like a wanker in the modern world, and he wants me to introduce him, and he smiles at me, and he takes me to a small room, and then he comes in with a woman.
The woman was young, and she looked good among the ancient women. She took off her clothes when she entered the door, and caught me by surprise. I said, “Wait, miss, wait. I’m sorry.
“How can a poor man like us be called a lady?” I’m sorry.
I said, “In our age, women in your profession were called ladies. I’m sorry.
The woman obviously doesn’t understand what I’m saying, and she’s laughing at the bedside, and she says, “Doesn’t he come to this place often? I’m sorry.
We said, “It was illegal to come to a place like this in our time, and I had no courage to go, but at night, when people were alone and lonely, I occasionally stayed in the wash… and so on, so do not take off my clothes.” I’m sorry.
That woman was pulling my pants while I was talking, and I was holding on to my pants like a scared little cat. In the corner of the bed, the woman was in a bit of a hurry and jumped up and kissed me in the neck.
In the chaos, I heard the sound of a mountain shaking in the next room, and it was clear that the plum was on the subject, that the table bench was ringing, and I was wondering if you were going to go to bed or tear down the house, and that’s when the woman put up her hand and my pants were torn to my feet, and I screamed, “We have no money.” I’m sorry.
Women don’t think, “How can you not have any money? I’m sorry.
“We really don’t have any money, we lost everything in the casino.” I’m sorry.
A woman doesn’t look like a joke to me.
After a fragrance, I was thrown out of the kiln with a swollen nose, and the batters threatened us with shit if it wasn’t for us and Prince Dan.
He’s a little angry, and he’s got to be honest with me in his capacity, but not until he’s done, or he’s gonna get beat for nothing.
There was a great difference between this man and the image in the book, and I had no fear of him, and I rose up hard, and raised a middle finger at him.
I can’t believe that this gesture has a different interpretation in ancient times, with nose blood on my fingertips, a red eye when I see it, pounce over and hold me tight, tears and snots on my clothes.
He said, “How can Hodeh worship a man? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.
But it was too late for me to hold my head, and the two men fell on three heads at the moon, so that I became brothers of worship.
On the way back, I asked, “You’re so good at martial arts, it should be easy to clean up the numbers, why not fight back? I’m sorry.
He said: “Brothers practice martial law not for the purpose of bullying the weak, but for the purpose of fighting evil and promoting good.” I’m sorry.
I feel my high and swollen cheek. What do you want to do?
Six.
The next day, Tianguang died.
According to the servant, the moustache was suicide because of a dispute with Prince Dane, who drank dozens of drinks in the middle of the night and then hung himself.
Obviously in order to cover up my memory, despite my bad history, I know that the assassination plan has already begun.
I was a little sad to look at the body of the moustache, a man who was so gentle and thirsty, so tall and without a shelf, who cared for me very much, and had it not been for him, I would have died on the first day of my journey.
Prince Dan apparently didn’t treat me like I was one of his own and gave me good and good food every day, but didn’t tell me anything.
After the death of Tian Guang, he was a man of cynicism and practiced his sword every day and, if I am not mistaken, should have said something to him before he died.
The warriors became co-authors, starting with two to one, then four to one, then 16 to one, and finally, the square was full of warriors, who were in the middle of the crowd, waving their swords in their hands, and I finally saw his sword, each with great power and the blood and blood of the place where it was swept, and no one could get near them three metres from the corner.
But when the strength of the human being was exhausted, a careless arm was cut, blood flowed down on his clothes, and he changed his hands to hold a sword. He was not aware that his left hand was more sensitive than his right hand, but soon he jumped out of his arms and jumped to the side of the Crown, with a sword as bright as a rainbow, and the sword was crucified by the neck of the Crown, not less than a centimetre apart.
Prince Dan applauds and says, “Why can’t a great deal be done when you have a sword like this?” I’m sorry.
“When my arm is restored, I can leave.” I’m sorry.
Prince Dan showed his joy and told the doctor to put a bandage on it, and when he left, I stopped him, and he saw me laughing. I’m sorry.
And We dragged him to a place where no one was, and We whispered, “I know what you are planning, but it will not succeed.” I’m sorry.
“Why do brothers say that?” I’m sorry.
We said, “The palace of the Qin is at least 3,000 armours, and the Qin king is surrounded by many martial arts guards, and you will never be able to do it, even if you have mastered the sword.” I’m sorry.
I was so anxious to reach out and cover my mouth, but it was too late.
7
I’m in jail, and if I didn’t ask for my life, I’d be killed on the spot.
The assassination plan is at stake, and it is only Prince Dan and the two men who know it in order to keep it secret. But they didn’t think I was a man from the future. I know not only their plans, but I know their fate.
Prince Dan sent a lot of people to torture me, my head was swollen like a pig’s head, my legs were broken, and they made me ask me how I knew it, and I said I read it in history books, and they beat me harder if it wasn’t for Prince Dan to keep me alive.
Late at night, he came to the prison, and he brought me some food and stuffed it through iron.
“Brother, you’ve made a terrible mistake, and it’s about Yan’s country. Prince Dan will not spare you.” I’m sorry.
I took a sip of water and spitted out the blood in my mouth and said, “I just don’t want you to die for nothing. I’m sorry.
He said, “Maybe it’s your brother who’s worried, and I’ve measured it in my heart, and I’m 30% sure of it.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, and the pain kept me coughing: “You’re blindly confident that you can’t succeed, and whoever it is can’t change history.” I’m sorry.
He sat across from me and suddenly asked, “Are you really from the future?” I’m sorry.
I nod and said, “It’s true. I’m sorry.
He said, ‘Will you tell me what was the outcome of this? I’m sorry.
And I shook my head, laughing: “You will not believe, you will only take me for a madman.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll believe you, believe it or not.” I’m sorry.
His face touched me a little, and he was the only one who believed in me and the only one who made me a friend.
We said, “As recorded in history, Prince Dan will send you to assassinate the King of Qin, and will kill him to gain his confidence. He will also kill Qin to escape. The King of Qin is cautious. He will not drop his guard until he has his head. Prince Dan has prepared a deputy for you. His name is Qin Qin Qin Qin Qianyang. He is famous, but he is a bagged man. He is afraid to pee in his pants just by standing in front of the palace. You carry a map of his head and the Governor of Yan to see him in the name of peace. I’m sorry.
He was already convinced that everything I said was true because, just before he came to prison, Prince Dan had temporarily changed his plan, as I had described it.
Q: What happened? I’m sorry.
We said: “It was only four years before the Qin King’s wrath, when he decapitated you in court, and then ordered the King to attack Yan. I’m sorry.
Stop talking, just look at me straight.
After a moment, he bled his blood and splattered it all over the bars before me, and though he saw his death, he could not bear it.
8
And when he stood up and drew his sword, I heard a loud sound, and the fence before him fell.
“Brother, I’ll get you out of town.” I’m sorry.
We said, “What about you?”
“I will keep my promise and continue to assassinate Qin.” I’m sorry.
I was in a hurry and said out loud, “Didn’t I tell you this is doomed to failure? Why are you still going? Do you fucking not believe me?”
The men who were guarding the prison came and carried me on their backs, and he was able to move his hand quickly. Every time he raised his hand, a soldier fell down, and he used the handle of his sword, but it was equally powerful.
And on the way out of the city, he asked me, “What kind of sword were the swordsmen of your time?” I’m sorry.
I said, “We don’t have to use a sword long ago. If anyone was going to kill, we’d buy a sniper gun, just a few hundred metres away, and we’d hit the road. I’m sorry.
“What kind of weapon?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Of course, if you give us a sniper gun, maybe you can kill Qin. I’m sorry.
And he asked me, “How are the people of your time living and fighting often?” I’m sorry.
“No, no, no, no, I live in an era of peace, where everyone reads and eats, where everyone can fight for his own ideals, where the children grow up healthy, where the elderly live in old age, without fear of oppression by the soldiers, and without fear of being humiliated by outsiders.” I’m sorry.
“Does it really happen?” I’m sorry.
And when I reached the gate of the city, he gave me his coat, and when the weather reached the end of the winter, I was shaken by my frozen lips, and my clothes were put on me, and said, “Brothers, go out of this way and go south to the Kingdom of Qin, if it is true that the Kingdom of Qin can sweep the world together, as you have said, then stay there.” I’m sorry.
We said, “Come with me. Your assassination is pointless, so why do you sacrifice your life in vain? I’m sorry.
When the cold wind blows through our hairs, and suddenly it comes to something, and grabs my hand and says, “Man, what kind of gun did you say you could take a head off a hundred paces away? I’m sorry.
My head was bigger, and I said, “I know the rationale, but there’s a lot of things you don’t have in your age, plus bullets…
He said, “I will wait here for you in March, and if you make it, bring it to me in Xianyang, and if you cannot do it, then save your life in secret.” I’m sorry.
I would also like to say that he used to whip his saddle with whips, and that black horse was his horse, and ran all the way to the south.
9
I went through the blacksmith’s shop in Qin, I found a lot of masters in design, and I made myself a simple sighting, almost day and night.
The March period is over. I couldn’t make a sniper.
But I made a fire-like thing, and I experimented with a cow and a sheep, and I could kill living things 10 meters away.
In any case, it’s also a product that transcends the times, and with it, the stabbing of the stingling will be more certain.
And with it I went to Xianyang, and waited for three days at the inn that he had agreed to, and I never saw him. I thought he had given up that stupid plan, and when he had come to understand it, the news of the stinging Qin spread throughout the world.
10
Dr. Tea asked for money to clear his voice and begin to tell the story, and he had a colleague who was with the Qin King and was there.
He was waiting outside the palace with a map of his head and the governor, and the Qin Qin Qin Qin Qin Qin Qianyang was scared and his legs were shaking. After half the time, the Qin King had to escort two men to the temple. The Qin palace is covered by security guards on three levels, each with a long knife in his armor. He can’t breathe with his blood alone. He has calmed himself to the top, and he has given him a Qin Qin troupe of treason.
While drinking, Qin Dancingyang fell out of panic, hiding his dagger in the map. Qin Dancingyang turned to the palace and fled, but was cut to death with a knife.
He was surrounded by a layer of guard, and his face was still the same, and he threw his cup on the floor after drinking, laughing, “My brother is right. Qin dances Qin Qingyang is indeed a very strong loser. I’m sorry.
The King of Qin hides behind the guards and drinks so that the guards can take the Qin.
At this point, after taking the sword of one of the guards, seven men were killed by the electric firestone, and the Qin King’s bodyguard was a very powerful man of martial arts, but no one could have survived his sword. Where they were, the Qin soldiers, known as the Iron Blood Force, were horrified by the horrors of their limbs and their limbs, and the blood of their bodies was all over them, and the whole man was like the king of the world. His eyes had only one goal, the king of the Qin, who had become pale in his face.
The King of Qin is no longer worthy of His Majesty’s dignity, and the whole people are strangling and shouting, and the head taker is rewarded with a fortune.
There must be a brave man, who is held in front of his body by his former servants, and whose blood has been shed in the corridors outside the palace, and whose swords have been strewn for long and long, and whose thighs have been severely injured, and who will soon be in a different place, where he will drink and use an incredible sword, like the wind, and the sword that has been slashed upon himself, and the sword will be strangled to the King.
As the sword was about to stab into the chest of the King of Qin, the Qin was stopped, and people saw the Qin King being held hostage, and were afraid to move again, and laughed at the King of Qin, who was like a dead dog. I’m sorry.
The King of Qin begged forgiveness: “If you spare me, I will give you three cities. No, six.” I’m sorry.
He said, ‘I will not kill you, but I want you to promise me one thing. Some say that you can unite the world and put an end to this hundreds of years of strife. I want you to promise me that if you are the Lord of the heavens and have mercy on your children, that everyone will eat and have a book. If you can create such a world, I can spare your life.’ I’m sorry.
The King of Qin even nodded his head and said it was his life wish.
When he looked at the evening of the sky, he let loose his hand, and the iron sword fell on the ground, and his guard behind him cut off his head in order to take action.
I see.
My chest is hot, my blood boils.
The ancient sky was clean, there was no car tails and industrial pollution, and the evening was bright on the horizon, and I suddenly thought of that crazy night.
And he raised up his chest and said, “Brothers do not practice martial arts in order to abuse the weak, but rather to do good for evil.” I’m sorry.
We said, “Alas, you were born in the wrong age, and you can take a police test with us, but there is no good or evil, but only the weak are the strong.” I’m sorry.
“I only hope that the four seas will be free of disaster, and that the poor will live with dignity. That is why my sword exists.” I’m sorry.
The listeners in the inn were scattered, and Dr. Tea packed his stuff and walked out slowly.
He sings in his mouth a song that is so pale: “The Qin palace is not to be seen in the dagger’s map.”
I remember the figure of Shaw, what was he thinking when he laid down his sword?
I have spent a year in the early Qin era as the most tragic traveler, a time when tears have not come out of my head, and I hate this brutal and violent era, but I see something very remarkable. Record number: YXA12eo1eMswA5QxoyC3K3Q
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
