Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Today was the assessment day that takes place once every three months. When the two of them arrived, Zhang Yecheng was already standing in the training ground waiting for them.

"I won't say any more nonsense, just start on your own."

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan walked up to the staggered plum blossom piles one after the other, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword, standing face to face.

"You little bitch, don't let me off the hook again! If I find out, I'll punish you by not letting you eat!"

Zhang Hanyan pursed her lips helplessly, thinking, it's been three years! He still only knows how to threaten me by not letting me eat.

"Han Yan, I want to know the gap between us..."

As soon as Zhang Qiling finished speaking, he raised his knife and rushed towards her. He was so fast that only a rough afterimage could be seen.

He swung his right arm and slashed at her with the knife in his hand. His move was fast and fierce, and the knife made a sharp and whistling sound.

The wind from the knife blew up the hair on both sides of Zhang Hanyan's cheeks and went straight to her face.

Zhang Hanyan bent down to avoid his attack, raised her sword to block the falling blade, and pushed hard to block his knife back.

She tapped her toes lightly, soared into the air, and spun in the air. The sword in her hand drew an elegant arc, like a dragon or snake spitting out its tongue, hissing through the wind.

The swords collided, making crisp metallic sounds.

The two of them flipped over and over on the plum blossom pile, as fast as lightning and strong as a strong wind. The flash of swords, the shadow of swords, and the sound of wind mixed together, and the dust around them flew up.

The two men's continuous attack and defense, and the fierce battle seemed to tear the air into pieces.

Zhang Yecheng looked at the evenly matched contest between the two and nodded with satisfaction, his face full of relief.

Time passed by bit by bit, the clouds moved slowly, and the sun rose high in the sky, casting a layer of pale yellow halo on every scene and object in the courtyard.

"stop!"

Zhang Yecheng cried out in surprise, and with a swish, the tip of Zhang Hanyan's sword reached Zhang Qiling's throat.

Zhang Qiling's chest was heaving violently, and his face was flushed and he was panting, which was completely different from Zhang Hanyan, who still looked calm and relaxed.

So, is this Han Yan's true strength? If so, then the previous competition...

"Brother, are you okay?"

Zhang Hanyan sheathed his sword and leaped to Zhang Qiling's side, supporting him as he was out of breath.

She placed her hand on the lower back of his waist and quietly circulated the spiritual power in her body to calm his disordered breathing.

The two of them supported each other and walked in front of Zhang Yecheng, standing respectfully.

"Hahaha...silly girl, so this is your true strength. In fact, I have seen it a long time ago. You have been hiding your strength all this time. Tell me, why?"

Zhang Hanyan looked up at him and rolled her eyes at him rudely.

"Why? You dare to ask me why? The competition is held every three months, and the loser can't eat for a whole day!

Look at the little brother, he is so thin, we can't let him starve!"

Zhang Yecheng was stunned after hearing this. He never expected that the reason why she did this was so simple.

He had previously thought that she just wanted to hide her strength and didn't want to expose her abilities to others too early.

But now she told him that the reason behind this was simply because she didn't want Zhang Qiling to go hungry after losing the competition.

Perhaps when Zhang Hanyan lost the first competition, Zhang Qiling might not have known the real reason behind it.

As the number of times increased and he defeated her again and again, he had figured out the key.

But hearing her say it with my own ears, I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart.

Zhang Hanyan looked at the stunned Zhang Yecheng, and thought of the steamed buns that he would leave in her room every time he lost a competition over the past few years, and chuckled.

"But Master, even though I lose every time in the competition, you never really let me go hungry in these years!"

Zhang Yecheng came back to his senses and didn't understand what she meant by this sentence.

"For so many years, you would quietly put two steamed buns in my room after I lost a competition, Master... You are just a stubborn person!"

"You are so stubborn! Don't talk nonsense. I have never put any steamed buns in your room!"

Zhang Hanyan stared at Zhang Yecheng's serious expression. His earnest look made the smile on her face gradually fade.

There were only three of them living in this small courtyard with three entrances. If it wasn't the master, then it could only be...

Thinking of this, she turned to look at Zhang Qiling, who had been standing silently beside her.

"Brother? After all these years... is it you?"

Zhang Qiling remained silent. No matter how she asked, he remained expressionless and calm.

Don't admit it, but don't deny it either!

The two have been together for three years, and Zhang Hanyan has more or less understood his temper.

As long as he hasn't denied it himself, there's a 99% chance that it's true.

As for the remaining one percent, it is possible that he simply doesn't want to bother with you.

"So? During these three years of competition, one of you deliberately lost the competition so that the other person could eat, and the other one secretly hid steamed buns for the other person to eat?"

Zhang Yecheng's gaze moved between the two of them. Looking at the two people with the same expressionless faces, he felt angrier the more he thought about it.

"Okay! So I was the only one who was kept in the dark and played with for the past three years!"

After he said that, he was so angry that he pulled out a wooden stick from the weapons rack, performed a set of vigorous stick techniques, and rushed straight towards the two men.

"Brother! Run!"

Zhang Hanyan quickly grabbed Zhang Qiling's hand and ran away. The two of them ran so fast that they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yecheng threw the wooden stick down angrily. The moment he threw the stick down, the anger on his face instantly turned into a smile.

"You two little bastards, you really think I don't know, stupid!"

He kicked the stick away, sat on the rattan chair, closed his eyes and dozed leisurely, enjoying this moment of solitude.

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling ran all the way to the junction of the Zhang family's inner and outer courtyards before stopping.

She panted and leaned against the wall to look back, "Don't be afraid, little brother, the master didn't catch up with us. The stinky old man still wants to beat us, humph!"

Zhang Qiling looked down at the two people's hands that were still tightly held together, and slowly pulled his hand away without making a sound.

Zhang Hanyan looked up at the sun and said, "Brother, it's still early. How about we go out and play?"

Before Zhang Qiling could open his mouth to refuse, she had already put on a pitiful look.

"Growing up, the farthest place I've ever been is the bamboo forest outside. I've never seen what the world outside the Zhang family is like..."