Chapter 582

In the image within the firmament.

On the street to the side of the restaurant where Yan Fei was.

People wearing all kinds of clothing were running wildly on the long street, or one could say they were fleeing in a sorry state.

And the firmament was covered with thick clouds, as if a storm was brewing, making one feel even heavier after seeing it.

On the stairs inside the restaurant, people were already constantly going up and down.

Even the restaurant owner had already left the restaurant with a bundle, entered the flow of people leaving on the long street, and soon disappeared outside the East Gate.

In not long, the entire long street became incredibly quiet, as if it were a ghost town, with not a single person to be seen.

Yan Fei in the restaurant was still drinking.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Several arrows suddenly tore through the sky and shot over.

They landed not far from three inches under Yan Fei's feet.

This dangerous scene did not move Yan Fei.

Instead, it made the crowd of onlookers watching everything in the firmament feel incredibly amazed.

Even Zhang Sanfeng, who was accustomed to seeing life-and-death scenes, could not help but say at this time, "These arrows came so fast!"

"It can be said to be steady, accurate, and ruthless."

"I didn't expect the troops of Former Qin back then to be so skilled in archery and horsemanship."

"The Sixteen Kingdoms of the Five Barbarians being able to flourish for a time is indeed not without reason."

Hearing this, Zhang Cuishan said, "Master, the people on this whole street have all run away, why doesn't Yan Fei leave?"

"The one who was talking to Yan Fei just now should be the restaurant owner, right."

"Even the owner has fled, yet Yan Fei stayed behind; it seems that Yan Fei stayed behind on purpose to deal with these outsiders."

"I don't know what cultivation method he practices; it has been several years since he assassinated Murong Wen, so his skills now should be even more formidable."

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly and said no more.

Great Qin.

Dizhou.

Xianyanggong.

Ying Zheng looked at the Peerless Wu Di List in the firmament.

Looking at everything in the image.

A flash of unnaturalness crossed Ying Zheng's face.

Former Qin, speaking of it, still has some connection with Great Qin.

Over three hundred years ago.

Some old Qin people left the ancestral land of Great Qin, left the territory of the Eastern Zhou kingdoms, and went to the northern border of Great Han.

And in that chaotic land, they established themselves.

And the leader of those old Qin people was Fu Jian.

Strictly speaking, Fu Jian was not an old Qin person.

However, his mother was a Qin person.

His mother combined with a Xianbei person and gave birth to him.

The grown-up Fu Jian was full of unruliness.

Because he was dissatisfied with the main family, and at that time, rites and music were collapsing among the kingdoms.

Fu Jian took a group of bottom-level people who were willing to follow him and left the Qin State.

During this period, how much suffering they experienced.

There is no need to say much.

However, Fu Jian being able to take a group of old Qin people and establish a country on the land of a foreign country.

Is indeed an extraordinary talent.

Of course, Former Qin was eventually destroyed by Great Han.

The Great Han Dynasty, starting from Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang, had several generations of wise rulers who recuperated, and by the time of Emperor Wu Liu Che, it had made great progress.

Emperor Wu Liu Che not only beat the Xiongnu until they couldn't find north, but also completely ended the chaotic Sixteen Kingdoms of the Five Barbarians.

Ying Zheng recalled these past events, his eyes full of inexplicable emotion.

For Ying Zheng, not everything is worth remembering in his mind.

However, some things indeed need to be remembered.

Because he is now the Emperor of Great Qin.

He needs to be responsible for the billions of people of Great Qin.

At this time, in the image in the firmament.

On the long street, a team of knights rode over.

In front of that team of knights.

A figure left the horse's back like an ape, flipped twice in the air, and landed directly in the restaurant.

Appearing in front of Yan Fei.

And very readily reached out his hand, holding up three fingers toward Yan Fei.

That was a thin young man with a horse face, aged about eighteen or nineteen.

He was not tall, but had long hands and long feet, and one could see he was very flexible.

However, at this moment, a flash of panic crossed the young man's face.

Clearly, this young man was being chased by that team of knights!

Yan Fei held a cup in one hand and held up five fingers with the other.

The young man's expression changed, his face full of bitterness, and one didn't know what he said to Yan Fei.

At this time, the warriors on the long street downstairs had already arrived on horseback.

The many knights were seen raising their hands to pull the reins, stopping their warhorses.

They slowly spread out, forming a half-moon-shaped encirclement.

The gazes of the many knights were very fierce and full of killing intent.

All of them looked toward Yan Fei and the young man in the restaurant.

However, those people clearly had some scruples and did not immediately draw their bows and shoot arrows.

The young man was trembling with fear.

Yan Fei sat motionless, drinking slowly.

Forming a sharp contrast.

At this time, the leading big man shouted loudly.

One didn't know what he said.

In any case, it was not the common language used in the Nine Provinces.

Yan Fei put down the empty wine cup, the wine intent on his body had already disappeared, replaced by a sharp divine light like a falcon.

Yan Fei was very calm and said only one word toward downstairs.

"Scram!"

The leading big man was seen holding a sword, fierce light suddenly flourishing in his eyes, glaring at Yan Fei, extremely furious.

But then the big man let out a whistle and took his team of people away like a gust of wind.

The young man in front of Yan Fei let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead while sitting beside Yan Fei, grabbing the wine jar without ceremony and drinking a few gulps.

Then, he took out a pitch-black leather bag from his bosom, took out five ingots of bright yellow gold, and pushed them in front of Yan Fei with a reluctant face.

Yan Fei grabbed the gold without ceremony and put it away.

The next moment.

The young man was seen quickly passing through the restaurant hall, drilling out from the window on the other side, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.