The Blood Feast of the Great Qin Dynasty: the Tribulation of Swords and Pens

When the Qin Dynasty destroyed the Six Kingdoms, the world called Ying Yan the God of Killing and Bai Wushe the Butcher - slashing the princes with swords, soaking the classics with blood, and trampling hundreds of families into the mud. But who would have thought? Sixty years ago, Han Zhenshan, who protected the code, exchanged the Thirteen Chapters of Ghost Valley for the Great Qin Dong. In the end, his heart was gouged out with a sword. He clutched the blood-stained bamboo slips when he died, and "The law... Should not be cut off..." Rolled out of his throat. Sixty years later, a blood moon loomed in the sky over the martial arts competition. Han Fei, the orphan of Han Zhenshan, abandoned literature and practiced martial arts. With his nine-foot long halberd, he defeated the thirty-sixth military leader and became the first martial arts champion. He knelt down holding the blood-stained "Han Feizi" and expressed his jealousy: "I want to train thousands of troops and prepare for the war, so that the Legalists will not only be on bamboo slips, but also on armor!" The craziest thing is the "Hundred Schools of Disaster" - Confucianism, Mohism and Taoism, which have been dormant for sixty years, return to Kyushu: Mohist kites crash through the eaves of the palace, Confucian doctors tear up edicts, and Taoist old men block the door with a stick and curse "those who burn books burn themselves." Da Qin will not kill. Han Fei stood at the gate of Hengji Palace, holding up a map of Mohist organs: "In terms of organs and art of war, our Qin Dynasty is stronger!" He turned to Ying Ji and said, "Let them see - the sword is faster, but the pen and ink are more powerful!" Then the "Hundred Schools Competition" began: Confucianism debated ink beasts, Taoism swords and military formations, agricultural medicine refining medicine. Ying was jealous and laughed, and gave the halberd "Dingding": "In the world, the sword should protect the pen, and the pen should lead the sword!" On the night of the martial arts arena, Han Fei stabbed the moon with his halberd, and the shadow of the moon reflected seventy-two lanterns from hundreds of families. Behind him are Confucian scholars holding weapons, blacksmiths memorizing classics, and Taoist boys dancing swords - the prosperous age is neither a sword to grind a pen, nor a pen to tame a knife. The morning light spread over the city wall, and the historian wrote tremblingly: "The Great Qin established the Military Academy and the Hundreds of Divisions, and the sword and pen worked together." There were twenty-three more notches on Han Fei's black iron halberd. Next to each notch, there was a new volume of scripture nailed.