Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

The early morning sun flooded through the Jinghua Garden. This gorgeous flower that bloomed at night in Xianyang City was completely dead at this time. Even the early morning sun could not make it more alive. Until noon, the flowers bloomed one after another. The closed door was opened, and people who were hungover and overdraft walked out of the room with weak steps and handed bags of coins into the hands of the maid.

"Oops, didn't that boy Yang Ming escape secretly? He had promised to treat him before." Wei Yu rubbed his old waist that seemed to be falling apart, and the sluggishness in his expression disappeared immediately.

"What are you talking about? How can I still ask for your money here?" Yun Niang rolled her eyes at Wei Yu, becoming more and more helpless towards her old friend.

"You don't need my money, but you can't let me pay the part to Jinghuayuan. If this kid really escapes, I will definitely give him little shoes in the future to let him know what Shangguan means to him. What?" Wei Wei puffed his beard and glared.

In a place like Jinghua Garden, most of the income belongs to Jinghua Garden, and only a small part will fall into the hands of female prostitutes. Yun Niang may not want Wei Yu's money, but Jinghua Garden will. , if Wei Yu really doesn't pay, then Yun Niang will have to use her own money to fill in Jinghuayuan's accounts.

"Mr. Wei, your account was settled last night." The maid said from the side.

"Is it settled? Did Yang Ming settle it?" Wei Wei asked.

"No, it's Miss Li Wu." The maid showed a strange expression when she said this.

Who is Li Wu? Nowadays, the most popular oiran in Jinghua Garden, such a woman would take the initiative to pay for other men. This kind of thing is so strange no matter how it seems.

At the same time, it was not just the maid who felt strange, but Wei Yu and Yun Niang also had strange looks on their faces.

"I have always been worried that I would overestimate Yang Ming, which would lead to wrong judgments, but I never thought that I still underestimated him." After being stunned for a long time, Wei Wei uttered such a sentence .

Yang Ming, who Wei Wei underestimated, was walking with Ying Ge on a street at the intersection of the north and south of Xianyang City. They had just seen a small courtyard.

Although housing prices in this era are not that magical, in places like Xianyang, their prices are still not low.

"Master, how is that courtyard?" Yingge, who was following Yang Ming closely, asked.

"It's not bad, but you won't need it if you buy it." Yang Ming recalled the small courtyard he had just seen.

"Master, is there anything you are dissatisfied with? If so, I can look for something else." Yingge said. Yang Ming's answer could only make her think of this possibility.

"No, it's just not cost-effective to buy. It's better to rent."

"Rent?" Yingge was stunned.

"Yes, we won't be able to live here for too long. It would be too much of a loss to buy it. Renting is just right," Yang Ming said.

"We won't be here for long. Could it be that the master wants to leave Xianyang?" Yingge hesitated.

"Is your brain not working well because you didn't sleep well last night? Who said I wanted to leave Xianyang." Yang Ming slapped Ying Ge on the forehead and said.

"I slept very well last night, how could I not be smart?" Ying Ge covered his forehead, looking a little more angry.

"Your master, I will soon be able to establish a foothold in Xianyang. By then, I will have a big mansion. So now, your master, what do I need to do with such a small courtyard?" Yang Ming said, with a look of leisurely thinking. color.

"A big mansion? How big is it?" After a night of tossing and turning, something seemed to be changing in Ying Ge.

"At least a mansion as big as eight hundred Yingge should be able to support it." Yang Ming said without looking back, leaving Yingge stunned in place.

Can you support a mansion as big as eight hundred Ying Ge?

How big is such a mansion?

No, the question I should be concerned about now shouldn't be this. Why do you have to feed eight hundred parrot songs? There are so many parrot songs in the world. Besides, who asked you to feed them? I obviously have contributed, and I'm not Eating white food.

When Yingge reorganized his thoughts from the chaos, he found that Yang Ming had already walked a long distance.

The next day, Ganquan Palace.

A new day begins with the rising sun and full moon. When Yang Ming walked into Qilin Pavilion in the early morning sunshine, he immediately saw Wei Yu who was flipping bamboo slips randomly.

This old guy seemed to be older than the previous two days. Of course, maybe he was just mentally weak.

"Boy, what's that look in your face?" Wei Wei saw Yang Ming's strange look at a glance. Knowing why Yang Ming showed such a look, Wei Wei decided to strike first, so as not to be passive later.

"It's nothing, I can only say that I admire you." Yang Ming said.

"By the way, how are your martial arts skills?" Wei Yu thought of business and was no longer ready to talk nonsense with Yang Ming.

"It's not bad." Yang Ming said.

"How can this be done?"

"Meng Tian, ​​sir, you know him." Yang Ming thought, wondering how many Meng Tian he could hit? Is ten too many? But five should be fine, right?

"I asked you how your martial arts is, and why it got involved with that boy from the Meng family again. Don't get me confused. This matter is very important." Wei Yu said seriously.

Although he wants to pave the way for his children, not just anyone is worthy of his heavy investment. Although Yang Ming is still qualified in terms of character, he wants to become the imperial guard captain of Ganquan Palace, and his martial arts skills are also very difficult. Very important.

"You may not believe me when I talk about how powerful my martial arts is, but you may not believe it. I am trying to use a more intuitive standard to convince you, right?" Yang Ming said innocently.

"Intuitive standard, Meng Tian, ​​is this the standard you mentioned?" Wei Yu said in astonishment.

He found that Yang Ming seemed to be somewhat inconsistent with his observations during this period.

Could it be that I made a wrong judgment? Wei Wei couldn't help but have such doubts.

"Yes, I can almost beat three Meng Tian." Yang Ming thought for a while and felt that Meng Tian was not bad, so he decided to save him some face.

Finally, Yang Ming added: "The thing I said can beat three Meng Tian is without any injuries."

"What's your mouth?" Wei Wei pointed at Yang Ming and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long time, Wei Wei said: "Hearing is false, seeing is believing. You said you can beat three Mengtian? Just so, I can also beat three of him, without getting hurt. How about, shall we?" Practice your skills and let me see your strength."

"You don't want this, right? My lord, you probably haven't recovered yet. Besides, you are already so old. If there is a bump in the road, I really can't explain it." Yang Ming was confused.

"Boy, what are you afraid of?" Wei Wei asked.

"Well, I have a good way here, which can not only avoid confrontation, but also let you see my true and false." Yang Mingdao.

"Tell me about it." Wei Yu said with his hands in front of him, looking like an old fox.

"I have a set of palm skills, and I would like to ask you to review them." Yang Ming said.

"Let's get started." Wei Wei stepped back two steps.

In Wei Wei's sight, Yang Ming gathered his hands in front of him. A vague aura gradually diffused from his body, and the vague aura gradually took on its true form.

Release the inner breath to the outside? Gather the energy to take shape? Has this kid's martial arts reached this level? There was already more solemnity in Wei Wei's expression at this time. Just by showing Yang Ming's hand, he was not lying when he said that his martial arts was superior to Meng Tian's.

Thinking of this, Wei Wei cheered up, and his eyes were completely fixed on Yang Ming.

In his sight, Yang Ming suddenly used his palm skills. The movements of his palms matched the steps of ghosts. Black luck gathered in his palms, like clouds in the sky or water on the ground. Although it was not fast, But it coincides with the rhythm of nature, giving people a natural feeling.

Under this kind of palm technique, if you lose one move, your life will end. Wei Wei secretly said.

The next moment, Yang Ming's palm movement suddenly changed. The standard cloak belonging to the imperial guard behind him shook and turned into a black cloud. As Yang Ming's body movements moved, Wei Yu found that he could not see Yang clearly. Ming's figure, cloak and movement skills can be so perfectly integrated.

In Wei Yu's sight, Yang Ming's figure had disappeared, and all he could see was a fast-moving cloud.

Suddenly, Yang Ming's palm movements changed again, and the rolling clouds quickly gathered towards the palm. One after another palm prints struck into the void, and the ripples formed by the clouds spread. Obviously, under the attack as fast as lightning, , is a force that can crack open monuments and rocks.

Such a palm technique, and it seems to be a complete set of stunts. Where did he learn it? Even among hundreds of schools, this is considered a top secret skill. Do the two old guys Wang Yan and Meng Ao know his strength?

Wei He had almost held his breath at this time. Suddenly, the clouds gathered in Yang Ming's palms rose into the sky. It was like dark clouds covering the sun in the sky. Heaven and man were in harmony, and man took advantage of the power of God, making Wei He subconsciously take two steps back. .

"What kind of monster is this kid? With this kind of martial arts, I can fight three Mengtian or ten without any problem. I almost got tricked by this kid. If I really fight him, whether I can survive thirty moves is a question." .”

In Wei Wei's sight, the clouds spread all over the sky, covering Yang Ming's body three feet away. Under the black clouds, it was difficult to change the reality from reality.

"This, I can't withstand thirty moves, ten moves at most." Wei Wei said solemnly.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke in from the outside, broke into the clouds, and sword energy shot out, actually cutting open the invisible clouds.

Wei Wei subconsciously stepped forward to help, but his eyes were fixed in front of him. At the entrance of the courtyard where Qilin Pavilion was located, a group of people had already appeared.

Surrounded by armored soldiers, dozens of palace maids were surrounding a woman.

She looks like she is only in her twenties, but her real age must be over thirty, because she has a charm that only mature women have, which is the precipitation of time.

She is tall and plump, and the large palace clothes on her body are fully stretched out. If she wants to be like Concubine Yan and wants to cover her overly proud figure with clothes, it is obviously impossible.

Fortunately, she had no such intention. She was dressed in a deep red palace dress, decorated with golden black bird cloud patterns.

It can be seen from this that she must be a person who is extremely confident in her beauty, because if she had even a little bit of guilt about this, she would not choose such gorgeous and luxurious clothes, because if she were not an extremely beautiful woman, Wearing such clothes is not that the clothes decorate the person, but the clothes bully the person. It is just to reproduce Dong Shi's jokes.

In fact, her beauty is indeed worthy of her confidence. Her facial features are extremely beautiful, her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her lips, her chin, her ears, her Neck, everything is extremely beautiful.

Any woman who can own even one of these can thank her parents for being so lucky to be born into a beautiful person. She no longer has to worry about her color not being as good as others, but she has almost all the women in the world. It's hard to be lucky enough to have them all, because she has them all at the same time.

She combines everything perfectly to form the most beautiful lines in the world.

Her makeup is equally special. The maids around her all apply makeup and powder to make themselves extremely beautiful. However, there are no traces of excessive makeup on her face. All she has is a light smear of cinnabar on her red lips, because she has no trace of makeup at all. There is no need to decorate yourself with makeup.

If the mother of Xue Nu, who will become the Queen of King Zhao in the future, still needs to deliberately show her gracefulness with her every smile and every move, then as long as this woman stands there, even if she does nothing, it will be difficult for people to He controlled himself and immersed himself in her charm.

Queen Mother Zhao? The moment he saw this woman, a name could not help but appear in Wei Wei's mind. The next moment, he was about to step forward to salute, but was stopped by the woman with a wave of his hand.

She was seen holding one hand on the round and soft forearm of a palace maid next to her. A pair of narrow and charming phoenix eyes were watching the confrontation between sword energy and cloud energy with great interest. The curiosity revealed in that moment made her body full of curiosity. There has been a subtle change in the charm. This change is not good or bad, but it is wonderful.

Wei Wei couldn't help but worry after reacting. Who was the one who took action? That sword energy that can cut through gold and jade, as if it were invincible, must be a top master responsible for the safety of Queen Mother Zhao. Yang Ming's martial arts is certainly good, but can he withstand such an enemy?

In Wei Wei's sight, the cloud that enveloped Yang Ming had been completely broken. Under the sharp sword aura, Yang Ming's figure appeared inside.

After all, you are still young, and martial arts requires time to accumulate. Wei Wei couldn't help but feel a cold sweat for Yang Ming as he thought about it.

In Wei Wei's sight, Yang Ming suddenly retracted his palms and turned to use his legs to meet the enemy. His legs were like wind control, and his offensive was like thunder. The powerful shadows of his legs shook away the sword energy, but he People are constantly retreating.

"Hurry up and admit defeat. What can you do now?" Wei Yu subconsciously took a step.

Sorry, it's a little late, but this is a big chapter!