Chapter 631 Little White Hair

Under the clear shadow of the bamboo forest and the diffuse sunshine, Bei Mingzi picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

"In the land of Guandong, there is bloody fighting. The dead men in Luowang, Jiwang Valley, and Jixia are fighting endlessly. Those who created the terracotta warriors are happy to be at ease."

Zhao Shuang held the tea cup and took a sip. The tea was refreshing and there was a fragrance lingering between his teeth and cheeks.

“Good tea!”

Zhao Shuang praised, with a smile on his face. It seems that he is not ashamed, but rather proud of it.

"Brother Taoist has enjoyed leisure for so many years, why don't you allow me to have a little more leisure?"

"I am leisurely because I am a leisurely person. But fellow Taoist is not a leisurely person. Are you here to hide from leisure?"

"Brother Dao hit the nail on the head."

The dispute between the county system and the feudal system is related to the future direction of the empire. Although both have their own reasons, there are huge differences in interests.

Especially the aristocratic families who still own fiefdoms are full of worries. What would they do if the empire adopted the system of prefectures and counties?

Can their existing fiefdom be retained? How much can you keep? Do you have all the rights in the fief as before, or can you only keep food, clothing, rent and taxes? If they die, can their descendants inherit their fiefdoms, or will their fiefdoms be reduced and inherited?

Every issue is related to vital interests. Especially the older heads of the family have begun to pass on the throne in advance.

During the Warring States Period, the practice of raising scholars flourished. This trend affects all countries in the world, and Qin is no exception.

The State of Qin did not explicitly prohibit raising scholars. Even among the 20th rank of military meritorious officials, those with a rank of doctor or higher would raise retainers, let alone those from the old-school aristocratic families.

These families have quite a large number of private soldiers, which in the eyes of the Legalists is a source of chaos.

But now that the world is peaceful, why do we need so many private soldiers? But in the eyes of this group of old guys who have experienced troubled times until now, without private soldiers, there is no sense of security.

It's almost instinctive.

As the largest feudal lord in the Qin Kingdom, Zhao Shuang still received numerous guests every day even though he lived in the Cherry Garden in the mountains nearly a hundred miles away from Xianyang.

Even some old guys who didn't deal with Zhao Shuang in the past now don't care about anything else and want to "stand together" with Zhao Shuang.

These people just want Zhao Shuang to take the lead, raise his arms and lead the people of the family to fight against those officials who are from Legalism.

Even though the Chu clan has declined in Qin today, the power of the family is still strong.

But it is impossible for Zhao Shuang to get this head.

So Zhao Shuang hid in Taiyi Mountain.

Seeing Zhao Shuang's sinister smile, Bei Mingzi felt helpless. He took a sip of tea, and Xiao Meng's figure came not far away.

Xiaomeng was very unhappy when she saw Zhao Shuang. But Bei Mingzi's words made her lose her temper.

"Xiaomeng, I have met senior."

Xiaomeng had no choice but to bow her hands and say through gritted teeth.

"Xiaomeng, I have met senior."

After doing this salute, Xiao Meng felt a little unwilling and asked a question.

"May I ask who the senior is?"

"Zhao Shuang!"

Xiaomeng frowned and asked.

"Are you the Hanyang Lord of Qin?"

"Exactly!"

After hearing these words, Xiao Meng felt suffocated in her heart and became even more dissatisfied with Zhao Shuang. After all, the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, and Xiaomeng did not have a good impression of most of the senior officials of the Qin State.

Especially when Qin destroyed the six kingdoms, Xiao Meng was even more dissatisfied with those conspicuous generals.

After Xiaomeng paid his usual greetings to his master, he turned around and left.

"how?"

Zhao Shuang turned his head, looked at Bei Mingzi, and said.

"You are young, but you have this kind of cultivation, which is rare in this world."

"Although her talent and foundation are good, her character is not enough. If she continues to practice, this talent will become a burden for her to move forward."

"What do you want, Brother Dao?"

"I want her to follow you to the world and have some experience."

Zhao Shuang was a little stunned. Beimingzi was willing to let his precious disciple follow him to practice?

"when?"

Bei Mingzi touched his beard and said.

"Xiaomeng will encounter a disaster in the near future, maybe later!"

Zhao Shuang rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

"Then this reward..."

"Xiaoyi's matter..."

Before Bei Mingzi finished speaking, Zhao Shuang laughed.

"What kind of relationship do we have? What is the relationship between us and what is not remunerated? Daoist brother Beiming often sees it outside. I, Zhao Shuang, have always valued righteousness over wealth and regard money as dirt. Daoist brother Beiming's disciple is my disciple, so don't worry, fellow Taoist .”

After hearing such shameless words, Bei Mingzi's expression remained unchanged and he continued to drink tea. After a long time, he asked.

"Zhang Liang and Xiao He are leaving Taiyi Mountain?"

"Before going down the mountain, I am going to give them two swords, and I hope fellow Taoists can give them to them."

"Which two!"

"Chunjun and Lingxu!"

"What a great gesture from the Taoist friends!"

Under the ancient tree, Xiaomeng was a little depressed, took the stone, and threw it into the river.

"Uncle Junior, you look unhappy. What happened?"

"I met a nasty person!"

Xiaomeng is young, but she is very senior. She has very few friends among Taoists, but Qingxuan is one of them.

"I really want to meet someone who can make my junior uncle hate him."

In Qingxuan's eyes, although Xiaomeng is a little younger, he won't say anything about hating others easily.

"If you see him, you'll hate him too."

"Then, little uncle, give him a lesson to vent his anger."

Qingxuan came up with an idea. After all, Xiaomeng's identity was there, and most of his contemporaries were very old, so they couldn't have much grudge against her. As for the younger generation of disciples, those who are the same age as Xiaomeng, her seniority is there. Even if she really takes action, others can't say anything.

"I think so too, but he is senior to me!"

Xiaomeng was very discouraged and her teeth were itching with hatred, so she threw the stone in her hand into the water.

"You call someone a little white-haired person when you open your mouth. Little white-haired people... are really annoying!"

Senior than Xiaomeng?

Qingxuan was a little surprised. These Taoists were not much older than Xiaomeng, they were all old men. How could anyone be so frivolous?

"who is he?"

"Han Yangjun of Qin! I don't know why, but he seems to have a deep friendship with the master."

Qingxuan's eyes narrowed slightly and his face darkened.

"It turns out to be Zhao Shuang!"

"You know him?"

Xiao Meng raised her head and asked.

Qingxuan pondered, looked at Xiaomeng, and did not answer Xiaomeng's question.

"How did Master Beiming know Zhao Shuang?"

"I don't know either. I have never heard of Master having such a friend before. I asked several senior brothers and they didn't know when Master had such a friendship with Lord Hanyang of Qin. "

"Master Beiming has rarely come out in the past twenty years. If I didn't meet Zhao Shuang when he was in Qin, then I would have only met him before."

Qingxuan bit the first two words very hard.

"Before?"

Xiaomeng looked at Qingxuan's expression at this moment, and inexplicably felt that she was a little scary for this little nephew.