Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

A few days later.

Wutan City.

The carriage followed the flow of people and slowly drove into the city.

After five months of absence, Wei Yang came back again.

When he left, he was a six-star fighting master. Now when he came back, he was still a six-star fighting master, but it was completely different.

The difference in strength can be described as the difference between cloud and mud. I feel that I can easily beat the previous ten myself.

The carriage window opened, and a pair of beauties appeared at the window, which instantly attracted the attention of many passers-by.

The boy is young and handsome, and the girl is beautiful. She is wearing a white dress and has an ethereal temperament.

Wei Yang gently hugged Ye Xian'er's waist, while Ye Xian'er leaned in his arms obediently, with a sweet smile looming at the corner of her mouth, a hint of happiness on her pretty face, and her beautiful eyes curiously looking at the lively scene outside.

Through these days of getting along day and night, Ye Xianer's heart has been successfully won by Wei Yang and completely fallen.

The relationship between the two is very close. Except for the fact that they have not yet reached the last step, hugging and holding hands are already commonplace.

"Brother Yang, is this Wutan City? It's so lively!" Ye Xianer's voice was clear and melodious, her beautiful eyes blinked, and she said with excitement.

This is the first time in her life that she has seen such a lively big city.

The busiest place she had been to before was Qingshan Town.

"Well, I grew up here." Wei Yang smiled, lowered his head and pecked her face, "From now on, this will be your home too."

Being attacked by Wei Yang in public, Ye Xianer's face turned red, she pinched him lightly with her beautiful hand, and rolled her eyes at him. Then she squeezed Wei Yang's hand tightly, her eyes became a little blurred, "Home?"

"Well, home!" Wei Yang's hand around her waist slowly tightened, "From now on, we are a family. From now on, we are each other's closest and most important family members in this world."

"Family..." Ye Xian'er looked up at Wei Yang and murmured softly.

"Xian'er, are you willing?" Wei Yang kissed her forehead and asked softly.

"Yes, I do." Ye Xian'er nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with mist, and her face was filled with a happy smile.

"Then it's agreed, don't go back on it." Wei Yang stretched out his hand and scratched her little nose.

"Yes. No regrets." Ye Xian'er shook her head and shrank into Wei Yang's arms. She took his hands and hugged her tightly. She leaned her head on Wei Yang's chest, her little face full of happiness and dependence.

The girl who fell in love, under the sweet words of her beloved, was already trapped in it and could not extricate herself.

Wei Yang held his arms tightly around the girl in his arms and looked out the window at the scenery. He turned a blind eye to the envious glances from passers-by and smiled instead.

His heart was now filled with the girl's tenderness and full of pity.

He made up his mind to protect the girl in his arms and stay with her in the future, and not let her face and endure everything alone like in the original book.

…

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Wei Yang packed up his things and took Ye Xianer out of the car.

After throwing a bag of gold coins to the coachman, Wei Yang pulled Ye Xianer into the alley.

Soon, they came to a two-story house.

"We're here." Wei Yang smiled, took out the key and opened the door.

Ye Xian'er's eyes lit up, full of curiosity and expectation.

Squeak~

The courtyard door opens.

"This is our home." Wei Yang held Ye Xianer's hand.

"Yes." Ye Xian'er nodded with a smile.

The two entered the courtyard.

After not coming back for five months, a lot of weeds have grown in the gaps between some stone slabs in the yard. When the door is opened, a light layer of dust is also covered on the furniture inside the house.

"Ahem." Wei Yang was a little embarrassed when he saw this, and explained: "I haven't been back for a few months, so I'm a little dirty."

"Yeah." Ye Xian'er saw Wei Yang's look and nodded while holding back a smile.

"Just wait, I'll clean it now." Wei Yang let go of her hand and quickly picked up the broom and started cleaning.

"I'll help you." Ye Xian'er also rolled up his sleeves and ran over with a smile.

"Then go get some water and clean the tables and chairs."

"OK."

…

The sun is rising.

Under the eaves.

Wei Yang sat cross-legged on a stool and practiced facing the rising sun. His whole body seemed to be plated with a layer of light gold.

The Mad Lion Flame Art is a fire-yang attribute skill, which can be said to be a perfect match for Wei Yang.

With Wei Yang's rhythmic breathing, a faint stream of light golden air was inhaled into the body along the mouth and nose, refined and absorbed with the operation of the technique, and finally entered the Dantian.

"Hmph..."

Not far away, in the yard, Ye Xian'er was humming a tune and drying herbs in front of the medicine shelf.

From time to time, his eyes would glance at the young man who was practicing cross-legged, his beautiful eyes filled with smiles and affection.

She has also begun to practice, but now she is only at the second level of Dou Qi and does not need to practice for long every day, so she spends more time on medicine.

After drying the herbs, she quietly returned to Wei Yang and sat down, picked up a medical book and started reading quietly.

After a while.

Wei Yang opened his eyes and breathed out a breath.

"It's been half a year since I came back. Now I'm at the peak of the Eight-Star Fighting Master. I feel like I'm not far from the Nine-Star." Wei Yang smiled.

"You practice so fast."

Ye Xianer put down the medical book, looked over, and said with a smile: "You are not yet sixteen years old, and you are already an eight-star fighting master. In another year, you might be a great fighting master."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but sigh, "A seventeen-year-old great fighting master! I haven't heard of it in the entire history of the Jia Ma Empire, right?"

Wei Yang smiled and rubbed her little head, "You're not bad either. It's only been half a year and you've reached the second level of Dou Qi. Moreover, you're also a doctor, a thirteen-year-old doctor, Dr. Ye Xiao."

"Hee hee." Ye Xian'er was a little embarrassed by the praise. She rubbed her head against Wei Yang's palm and said modestly, "I am not a doctor. I still have a lot to learn."

Wei Yang did not comment on this, he saw Xian'er's progress in his eyes.

Not to mention the bug-like physique of Ernan Poison Body, her talents are quite astonishing even if she practices normally.

He has reached the second level of fighting spirit in half a year. This speed is already exaggerated.

Moreover, Ye Xian'er is also extremely talented in the field of medicine, has a good understanding, learns quickly, and often draws inferences from one example.

After only teaching her for half a year, she had almost learned everything Wei Yang had in his stomach.

Nowadays, she is more reading and studying by herself.

"Little girl." Wei Yang's eyes were full of smiles and he pinched her cheek.

"Humph." Ye Xianer wrinkled her nose cutely.

Wei Yang picked her up horizontally, placed her on his lap, and kissed her on the forehead.

Ye Xian'er also leaned in his arms with attachment, the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc.

Wei Yang lowered his head, carefully tucked the loose hair on her face behind her ears, and gently caressed her face.

The two of them quietly bathed in the morning sun, enjoying this peaceful and warm feeling.

The two of them were both orphans, and since they walked together, they are now dependent on each other. In their hearts, they have already regarded each other as the most important people in the world.

"Xian'er." Wei Yang called softly.

"Huh?" Ye Xian'er raised his head.

"Are you still unwilling to tell me about your health?" Wei Yang lowered his head and looked at her.

Hearing this, Ye Xian'er's smile suddenly froze and her face became a little pale.

He lowered his head and pressed his face against Wei Yang's chest. He shook his head gently and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid you will dislike me if I tell you."

"Little fool, it's too late for me to love you, so how can I dislike you?" Wei Yang hugged her tightly and said softly: "If there are difficulties, we will face them together. I will always protect you. Tell me, okay?"

He had known for a long time that Ye Xian'er was the poisonous body of Ernan, but he couldn't say it directly.