Three Collections of Han Fei

  [======????=====] The night dogs howled, as if protesting and wailing; the originally quiet "Blood Washing City" was even more quiet. There were no babies crying at night, no patrolling guards, only the ruins of broken walls, and occasionally the clear sound of shattering dishes came from several burning houses.

  "Blood-washed City", was washed by blood.

  The road, which was already very narrow when we came, now has piles of collapsed earth and rocks on both sides, making it even narrower. Jing Ke looked around as he walked, his heart already filled with sorrow: "These common people, these lives, who did they offend? Why were they so easily erased?"

  Racing along for a while, it was that wine shop, the roof had already collapsed, and inside was also burning with raging flames. Thick smoke kept pouring out of the cracks in the walls on all sides, drifting lazily towards the sky like kitchen smoke. But kitchen smoke is lively and joyful, whereas this thick smoke is a mournful dirge.

  Searching everywhere, I ended up in disappointment. Although I was certain that Wu Zun would take Gao Jianli away instead of killing him, not finding anyone alive in this empty city was unbearable and infuriating.

  "Wu Zun, Wu Zun, why must you be so ruthless?!" He cursed softly and gazed up at the sky, sighing: "I wonder if these dead people will become those filthy things again. Alas... they're all gone!"

  "Who said that? I'm still alive!" A voice sounded behind him. "Oh my god!" A strange cry, Jing Ke jumped out several steps before turning back to look around, but there was no one there. "Could it be another ghost like the one from just now?" Thinking of his bitter struggle earlier and how he couldn't escape, a chill ran down his spine again.

  "What are you jumping about? My revered son of the great dragon god!" The voice sounded again, and Jing Ke immediately felt the hairs on his body stand up: in front of him, there was only a dog with its mouth open, he looked around but couldn't see any sign of a person.

  "It's me, the son of the Dragon God." As I looked closer, a surprising scene unfolded. It was that squatting dog, now opening and closing its mouth, but speaking human language: "Son of the Dragon God, have you joined forces with this trash person? Can't you hear the voices of all creatures?"

  "Am I talking to you?" Pointing at his own face, Jing Ke slowly walked towards the dog step by step and asked: "Can you understand human language? Can you also speak human language?"

  "No, it's not me who understands everyone's words, but you can speak a language that all animals understand... to me, it's just dog talk..."

  "Wow......" With a loud cry, Jing Ke retreated several steps back and pointed at the dog in surprise, saying: "You, you, what are you?"

  "Ugh..." A sigh, and the dog continued to say: "Forget it, the dragon in your body has not fully awakened yet. I don't want to waste words with a mortal like you. Follow me!" As he spoke, he tucked his tail and turned around, only to discover that one of his legs had been smashed off.

  Jing Ke followed the dog curiously and helplessly, turning several corners until they arrived at a dilapidated house. The dog turned around and said, "There's still someone alive inside, go take a look, I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, it walked over, brushed past Jing Ke, and disappeared into the distance, leaving Jing Ke staring in shock.

  The events of this night were just too crazy, too unbelievable, too...

  Wanting to shout at the dog, another thought flashed by: could it be that Gao Jianli was still inside?

  Without hesitation, Jing Ke started searching, overturning the collapsed wall, carefully prying open the bricks inside, looking for...

  He was a person, an acquaintance, if you could count having met once. Jing Ke finally saw the guy inside who was on his last breath, a big bald-headed man, seemingly some kind of prince from the Korean Huangpu family.

  He gently lifted his head and examined his injuries. The feeling in his hand told Jing Ke that the man's neck bone was already broken, and he wouldn't survive.

  "How are you? Are you okay?" whispered, shaking the person's hand. The person finally woke up from their coma, already weak and frail, eyes fixed on Jing Ke, mouth moving as if trying to say something, but having no strength.

  His hand softly reached into his own clothes, the big man seemed to be feeling for something, and finally pulled out a small package. "Do you want to give this to me?" Jing Ke hastily took it over, asking: "Is it for me?"

  She nodded slightly, seemingly smiling faintly at the corner of her mouth, and that person finally stopped breathing.

  "Hey, brother! Hey, don't!" Jing Ke shouted loudly, but no one would ever answer him again: the bald man's hand heavily slammed onto the ground.

  "If only Xiaoguo were here, Xiaoguo... where are you?" Xiang felt that Li Xiaoguo had the ability to save people, and Jing Ke involuntarily shouted in his heart. He thought that if she was there, then this big fellow might still be able to survive, and also that dog from just now, its broken leg.

  "No, no way, why should I think of her? She's 100% a member of the Japanese 'Zhuī Wěi' team." He thought again about what he had accidentally overheard outside Li Mu's door and couldn't help but want to slap himself twice: "What if she looks beautiful? What if she's destined to be my woman? First, she's an enemy; second, she's a despicable Japanese enemy - nothing more than a pig."

  Gently opening the package, inside was a strip of cloth with Chinese characters written on it. But what exactly did the words say? "Girl, do you know?"

  The girl in his mind was also speechless, and finally said: "The Chinese characters have a long history, many of which were not recorded later on, how could I possibly know them all?" There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

  "What was entrusted to me before death, and what I have held tightly in my chest until now, must be something very important, or at least very important to the Han family of Korea." Thinking this, Jing Ke let out a soft sigh and lamented: "Who can decipher these characters?"

  "Senior... Senior!" Along with the sound of horseshoes, Han Feizi had ridden his horse to hurry over. "Senior, it's been so hard to find you!" As soon as he saw Jing Ke, he quickly dismounted and ran over, saying: "I, Han Fei, have spent my whole life studying 'Confucianism, Legalism, and Mohism' but haven't grasped the essentials. Senior, with your vast knowledge, would you be willing to instruct an old man like me?"

  "Alas..." Jing Ke put away the cloth, looked at the old man with a helpless gaze, and said coldly: "Your teacher should be Xunzi, not me Jing Ke. What can I teach you?" After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

  Han Fei quickly caught up and continued, "No, Xunzi is indeed my teacher, but Confucius said 'don't be ashamed to ask'..."

  "What's next?" He didn't like it, Jing Ke turned his head and glanced at him, continuing on his way.

  But he didn't care, and continued to nag: "You are younger than me, but you have grasped the essence of Mozi's teachings. So it is only right that I seek your guidance." He walked around to stand in front of Jing Ke and asked: "Just now, when the student saw the teacher holding something and looking troubled, what was it that was bothering the teacher? Can the student be of any help?"

  "Student? Teacher? You're quite self-aware!" Jing Ke said, but suddenly stopped and thought: "Isn't he just a knowledgeable person of this era? Why not..." He then pulled out the cloth strip and asked: "Can you read?"

  After taking it, he gently opened it up. Han Fei chuckled and said: "After the Shang Dynasty, characters gradually became widespread. As official script, Jinwen was relatively uniform in shape and form. However, at the same time, there existed regional differences in folk scripts such as weapons, pottery, silk books, and bamboo slips. The text on this cloth strip is one of the Korean Taoist scripts."

  "So can you read it?"

  "That's for sure! The students already know the meaning, they just don't dare to believe it!" He frowned and said: "What is written here is really unreasonable, really unbelievable!"

  "Hurry up and tell me!" Jing Ke urged: "What is written above?"

  "So, Master... " With a sly smile, Han Feizi clasped his hands together and said: "Thank you, Master, for accepting me as your disciple!"

  "Ah... I've been cheated!" This was Jing Ke's first thought at the moment. But then he thought again: "Well, isn't it just a matter of deceiving him with some historical knowledge?" So he also agreed: "Then you quickly tell me what is written on top."

  "Teacher, look." Han Fei's expression had already turned serious and shocked, pointing at the cloth strip: "This is presented to King Zhao of Zhao, it says: The great general of Zhao, Li Mu, will simultaneously betray his own country with the great general of Qin, Wang Jian, first destroying the state of Han and then attacking the state of Zhao..."

  "Hahaha...…", Listening to this, Jing Ke burst out laughing: "Great, great, it seems that history is still the same! Too good... History hasn't changed after all! Hahaha..."

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