"Master, are you okay?"

Although I already have a lot of understanding of the master's methods, every time I see it, I will feel a different kind of wonder, the weight of those two boulders is definitely more than 10,000 catties, and it also slides down in an instant.

The master is able to hold it up in an instant from hundreds of zhang away, this kind of means is simply non-human, no wonder I heard Mr. Guigu Gai Nie say before, all the sons of the hundred schools talk about martial arts practice, and Taoism can be called the first.

Seeing that the master used all kinds of means to change the shape of this valley, Qin Wangzheng was amazed again, and when he saw the master returning, he hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Qing's arm with both hands, and asked deeply.

"Although Xuanqing is fine, but in the valley five miles away, it is ......, Xuanqing is ashamed, after all, he is still unable to do it!"

Zhou Qing shook his head, although the impact of those two huge rocks was not small, however, for his current self, it was not a problem, and the reason why his expression had changed greatly before was not here.

His expression was calm, and he met Qin Wangzheng's gaze, and he felt that a team of people and horses had quickly approached here, and his voice was slow, saying words that made Qin Wangzheng slightly puzzled.

"King, king, Ganquan County Light Barracks ......!"

In the wide corner not far from the valley, dozens of light soldiers who were rescued by Zhou Qing slowly came to their senses, and their spirits gradually returned to their origins.

However, Qin Wangzheng felt that Zhou Qing's expression was still very solemn, and he followed his gaze to look past, and outside the valley not far away, there was a sound of hurried horses' hooves from far and near.

It was evident that it was coming in the direction where they were, and after more than ten breaths, after the passage, it was close to the front, and looking at its ragged clothes, it was obviously the attire of Yingpan Sima.

As soon as he entered the valley, he howled and cried, choked with tears in his throat, and could not say a word. His dusty face was like a clay man, and he sat in the valley, his words intermittently responding.

After dozens of breaths, Qin Wangzheng's head was lowered, his eyes narrowed deeply, he took a breath, walked out of the valley quickly, turned over his horse, and headed towards another area where this camp Sima was.

After half a pillar of incense, beside a valley where many people of rivers and canals had been gathered in black, Qin Wangzheng and his party arrived there.

At the bottom of the ditch with jagged stone stubble, there was a pool of blood in the vast blue-gray, a corpse with a bare belly, a bloody intestine on the waist, and a pair of bull's eyes staring at the mouth of the ditch......

According to the Yingpan Sima who came to report earlier, the Ganquan County Light Barracks had just chiseled the hardest Wuzhang rock, pried open the most difficult bluestone mouth section of the mountain stone trunk canal, and the thick stone slabs had just been hoisted onto the canal bank, and the 26 strong people who were the first to catch up fell to the ground one after another, all of them blooming in their bellies.

However, no matter what, I never imagined that it would be this kind of scene in front of him, Qin Wangzheng's face was extremely ugly, silent, and the words of Master Xuanqing just now suddenly flashed in his mind, and at this moment, he understood the meaning of the master.

"Good offspring, you wait, I'm sorry for you!"

The battalion Sima who had previously reported on his horse suddenly rushed out of the crowd, roared in the sky, roared, and in an instant, slammed his head into the hard rock wall on the side.

It's a pity that before it can really hit it, a soft force will pick it up out of thin air, and just a few fingers will make it fall into a deep stupor.

Looking at the scene in front of him again, Qin Wangzheng was speechless for a long time, more and more common people gathered around, and the bright eyes were getting redder and redder.

"Light soldiers dare to die, and the old Qin people will not die!"

"Although his body is dead today, his line will last forever, and he will die in the canal, and his merit is in the canal, and he will be honored by Yingzheng!"

Looking at the people who had gathered around at this moment, Qin Wangzheng, who was supported by Zhao Gao, waved his hand, walked straight to the height of the valley of the canal, and looked at the dozens of light soldiers who dared to die in the canal below.

He spoke loudly, his voice low and sad, and he bowed to the scarlet place below.

The eyes of the surroundings converged, silently, and no sound came out.

"That being the case, Ying Zheng still wants to ask you, do you still want to break the water and light soldiers?"

Qin Wangzheng suddenly shouted, and the roar fell from high to high, rippling in the ears of every river canal people around.

For a while, the surroundings seemed to be more and more peaceful.

"Yes!"

"......!"

“……”

However, after a few breaths, the sound of one after another rose, hundreds of people, thousands of people shouted in unison, the entire river canal slope shook for it, and the sound entered the valley, and it was even more imperceptible.

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

Qin Wangzheng's eyes were extremely red, and he roared angrily again.

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

“……”

That night, Qin Wangzheng stopped in Ganquan County, summoned the ministers to discuss important matters, and the next day, there was a royal book to fall, not only the light soldiers to protect the policy of moderation, but also the disposal of those who died in the canal.

For example, if a light soldier dies in the canal, the county can approve the name and report to the Qin king's camp, and the government will give him a knight in the name of beheading the war exploits, and his family will be exempted from taxes for ten years.

When the news came out, the entire Jingshui canal boiled again, and then the progress of the entire Jingshui canal was accelerated again, and in this way, when May was about to pass, the yellow dust in the drumming pass finally subsided.

******

On the day when all the projects on the Jingshui River Canal were surveyed, the river canal ordered Zheng Guo, the river canal Cheng Li Si, and the former Bajun Cheng Li Lian to come to the Jingshui River Canal shogunate together, but they never thought that Changping Jun Xiong Qi, Changshi Wang Xuan, and even Xianyang Ling Meng Tian all returned from Yunzhong County.

They came from Xianyang and Yunzhong with the same will, and they all urged the King of Qin to move back to the capital as soon as possible, and deal with many urgent matters that had been backlogged for more than two months.

It's a pity that their invitation was rejected by Qin Wangzheng.

In the early morning of the next day, the Qin Wangzheng led the camp and the ministers of the Goukou Shogunate out of the Goukou and rushed to Ganquan along the wide canal bank. None of the monarchs and ministers expected that as soon as they came out of the gourd, they saw groups of black pressure crowds on the vast trunk canal hurrying to the east, just like rushing to the east in spring.

As soon as Li Slema asked, he learned that this was the last ritual and custom for the people who were about to return to their hometowns according to the ancient funeral customs of the Qin people, and they wanted to rush to the Ganquan pine forest to make the last rites and customs to the light soldiers and soldiers who died in the canals and rivers and canals.

"This, who agreed on this?"

Such customs, canals make Zheng Guo very strange.

"The crowd is mixed, and it's all the same."

Hequ Cheng Li Si glanced at Zheng Guo and nodded.

"All dismount, these Qin people who died for the canal, we should salute them and walk into Ganquan!"

Looking at the long queue of black and oppressive crowds on both sides of the canal, Qin Wangzheng stared for a long time, and then, turned over and dismounted Ma Lingda and said, Zhou Qing on the side did not speak, and the rest of the people on his side did not say much, they all dismounted, and followed Qin Wangzheng towards Ganquan, which was hundreds of miles away.

A group of more than 100 people traveled, and in a short time, they were integrated into the vast interpersonal river, and Zhou Qing's spiritual sense spread, although there was no problem in the deduction, but the matter of heaven was never complete.

Walking part-time, day and night, rarely resting, walking for two days and three nights, from the Jingshui River Canal around the gathering of hundreds of thousands, up to a million, dense, people's voices.

In the land of Ganquan pine forest with high and gentle terrain, dozens of large stones stand on it one after another, surrounded by Qin soldiers, and behind each huge stone, there are dozens, hundreds of tombs.

"Brother, the canal is completed, I'm leaving, the blood is connected, and the sky is not alone!"

The people of each county gathered in front of the carved stone of the light soldiers and the common people in their county, beat their chests and steps in a circle, whispered hoarsely, and dispersed, each looking for a rough stone, and the big skinny hands pressed the rough stone and rubbed it violently until the palms of their hands oozed blood beads.

Then strode to the carved stone, on the stone solid press, a bloody handprint pressed on the stone body or stone back, just bowed solemnly, and then went away, very simple and solemn.

Qin Wangzheng and his entourage arrived, and thousands of people in the Ganquan Pine Forest were surprised, and they stood in front of the tombstone tomb and stared at King Qin at a loss.

As far as his eyes could see, the young King of Qin did not speak, bowed deeply to the vast crowd of people who were staring at him together, and strode to a pillar of rough boulders that were obviously deliberately erected by those with intentions, and rubbed his big hand suddenly, and immediately bled like an infusion.

The Qin people, who were under the pressure of thousands of blacks, were shocked, and they were so silent that they could only hear a gasp. Qin Wangzheng held a bloody palm, strode over the carved stone, one stone and one palm, and pressed it firmly on the big characters on the tablet.

Before three or five stones, the bare-chested crowd was excited, scrambling to rub their bloody hands under the thick stone pillar, shouting and sighing and following one after another, fulfilling the final wish of holding hands with the brothers and martyrs.

When Ying Zheng walked to the last boulder, pressed the last bloody handprint, and looked back, there were twenty-three boulders, blood flowing, and a blood-red carved stone was thrilling in the summer sun.

"Jingshui Ruishi, Qin Chuan is a god!"

"Guard my canal, enrich my Daqin!"

After doing all this, Qin Wangzheng shouted at the unknown number of Qin people around him.

In order to build the Jingshui canal, a total of more than 800 light soldiers dared to die, a total of more than 3,600 ordinary people died, and the average number of burials was here.

Today, with the blood of many old Qin people, baptism, glory, and immortal promises are given!