Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Although Xinzheng is not as good as Daliang in Wei State, which is the center of waterway transportation, it is also an important place for traveling from north to south. Hundreds of years of management by Zheng State and South Korea have made it extremely prosperous, not much inferior to Daliang. In particular, Compared with Qin, which has strict laws, Xinzheng's atmosphere is more open.

This openness is not only reflected in the almost no curfew at night, but also in every detail in the city. For example, the theater that appeared in front of Yang Ming at this time, if it were in another time and space, it would be difficult to believe that at this time point There is such a thing as a theater.

In the specially enclosed yard outside the theater, there are luxurious carriages parked one after another. Those who enter and leave the theater are all rich or noble people, especially among these people, the female relatives of noble officials. Mostly, compared to the noise and bustle of Zilanxuan, this theater is the pinnacle of the Korean entertainment industry.

Although Zilanxuan is the pinnacle of wind and snow venues, it has lost ground in front of this theater. This is the development direction Zilanxuan should take.

Yang Ming stood on the street opposite the theater, looking at the theater opposite. What he was thinking about was how to lead Zilanxuan into this road. A woman, no matter how magnificent Zilanxuan is, is just a brothel after all. , is a low-level existence. For a woman, that is not a good choice.

"Oh, this matter should be done slowly. I can't work in vain, I must gain something. Zi Nu is a heartless boss. If she doesn't bargain carefully, she won't mention the remuneration. Things." Yang Ming sighed, it was not easy to take advantage of Zi Nu.

In Yang Ming's contemplation, a bolt of spring thunder pierced the night. Before the pedestrians on the road could react, a gust of wind passed by violently, and it started to rain. During the pattering, the rain became out of control. potential.

"Ha, I'm lucky tonight." Yang Ming said as he walked into the rain, letting the rain fall on him. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a drowned rat.

At this time, there were passers-by in the street and horse-drawn carriages speeding up. The rain really fell too suddenly.

"Brother, why don't you run quickly? It's raining so hard." When Yang Ming was walking in the rain, a person ran past him. He probably got up because he saw Yang Ming's calm look. Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but stop.

"Do you see any rain ahead?" Yang Ming asked, pointing to the front of the street.

"Of course it's raining," the man said.

"So, what's the point of running? If you don't get caught in the rain and run out of breath, what's the point of running?" Yang Ming asked.

"It seems so." The man said belatedly. At first, he thought that Yang Ming's unhurried behavior in the rain was a bit unusual and stupid. But after hearing Yang Ming's explanation, it seemed that he was quite different. Makes sense.

Anyway, it's raining ahead. It's all the result of the rain, so why let yourself run out of breath?

Thinking of the stories about overly wise men he had heard from his mother when he was young, he looked at Yang Ming with a curious expression.

Thinking about all these things, the man also slowed down.

But just when he was about to follow Yang Ming's example and walk slowly, and have a good chat with Yang Ming, a 'wise' man, he was shocked to find that Yang Ming's figure had disappeared. When he looked ahead, Only then did he realize that Yang Ming, who had just been leisurely running, was running wildly in the rain.

"I..." A sentence stuck in his mouth. After all, he still didn't know the word "fuck". At this time, he could only feel messy in the wind and rain.

In the Purple Orchid Pavilion, it becomes more and more noisy at night. Xinzheng, and even the most famous romantic place in South Korea, is the busiest time of the day. It is located in a room on the fourth floor that is not open to the public. As the boss of Zi Lan Xuan, Zi Nu had a sad look on her face at this time and was not in the mood to take care of Zi Lan Xuan's business, but was thinking about her own affairs.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you in trouble?" When Zi Nu was frowning at the cold moon outside the window, a girl with beautiful long burgundy hair and an elegant and delicate face came to Zi Nu. The woman asked with concern.

"It's a bit troublesome. Xinzheng is not very peaceful recently. There is an extra descendant of Guigu. He took Qijuetang into his pocket with a backhand, but then he stayed behind closed doors. When such a person comes here, what will happen to him? What are you planning?" Looking at Nong Yu with a concerned look on her face, Zi Nu randomly found a reason to bluff.

"Is that Mr. Wei Zhuang?" Nong Yu pondered for a moment and then remembered that she had seen a white-haired weirdo before. It is difficult for people to forget such a person. After all, he is too cold and sharp. There is also a hint of domineering that seems to be gestating.

"Yes." Seeing that Nongyu's attention was diverted, Zinu followed Nongyu's words.

What can Zi Nu say? She can't say that she misses a man, right? If that were the case, she would be so shameless in front of her little sister.

Thinking of the letter sent from Qin before, Zi Nu had an inexplicable emotion.

According to the agreement in the letter, he should have arrived today, but why hasn't he shown up yet? What did he do? Or did you encounter an accident on the road?

Afraid of Yang Ming's appearance, and even more afraid that Yang Ming would not appear in Zinu, I just felt filled with sadness for a while.

The hateful little guy knows how to cause trouble for me. He comes whenever he wants. He insists on writing any kind of letter, which makes me unable to sleep well for several days. Zi Nu secretly grinded her teeth. If Yang Ming appeared in front of her at this time, she would be eager to take a few bites.

In front of the gate of Zilanxuan, amidst the wind and the moon, a figure suddenly ran in from the outside. The wet figure just stood at the door for a moment, with water stains under his feet.

I saw that the person who came was wearing a gray short coat and a linen robe. His black hair was tied up with a simple hairband. Although his face was not elegant and refined, he still had a heroic spirit. However, he is really in a sorry state right now. He no longer has any so-called magnanimity. All he has is the word 'embarrassed'.

The person coming was none other than Yang Ming.

"Boy, this is not a place for you to hide from the rain. You'd better leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, when you go back, your family will have to settle accounts with you." A Jianghu guest in the lobby on the first floor said to Yang Ming said.

"Why is this?" Yang Ming asked.

"Because it's expensive." Jiang Hu Ke laughed, and immediately caused a burst of laughter. People who come to Zilanxuan are just looking for fun, how could they ignore such interesting things in front of them.

"That's it? That's no problem." Yang Ming walked into the hall as he spoke.

"Why, are you rich? The total amount of your outfit is less than 30 yuan. It doesn't look like you are rich. Is your sword a fake? How can there be such a long sword? I said, you kid, don't you think that the longer the sword is, the more powerful it is, so you whittled yourself such a long sword out of wood?" Jiang Hu Ke joked.

Although he came to Zilanxuan today, he was extremely shy. He could not afford the appearance fee of the girls from Zilanxuan, so he had to have fun on his own. And his sudden appearance in Yang Ming allowed him to see someone better than himself. The worse person, both how and why, can't be teased. You know, before Yang Ming suddenly ran into Zilanxuan, he was the one who was teased. Now, finally, a worse person appears.

This thief God really treats me well. Jianghuke thought, and the smile on his face couldn't help but get deeper.

"Of course the longer the sword, the more powerful it is." Yang Ming retorted seriously.

"Ha, this is really a boy from the countryside. Why, do you want to carve out your own world in Xinzheng? Young man, let me tell you, every year there are at least hundreds of country people like you who think they are After learning a few sword skills, I thought about using the sword in my hand to create a new world in Xinzheng, but the result? Hehe, in the underworld of Xinzheng, the best people to die are people like you." Jianghuke is gloomy. Sendi said, but there was a hint of intimidation in his words.

"Let's talk about whether swords become more powerful as they get longer." Yang Ming said.

While Yang Ming was talking, a figure had already run down from the third floor. When he saw the person coming towards him, Yang Ming smiled. Coincidentally, this was an acquaintance.

It was the girl Cai Die whom Yang Ming met when he was in Xingyang.

"Miss Cai Die, do you think the longer the sword becomes, the more powerful it becomes?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.

"That's right, the longer the sword is, the more powerful it is." The moment Yang Ming walked into Zilanxuan, he saw Yang Ming's colorful butterflies cooperating with Yang Ming's reply.

Looking at Yang Ming in front of her, Cai Die's eyes were full of excitement. Although she didn't know why Yang Ming appeared in Zilanxuan in such a mess at this time, that was no longer important.

This time, I want to see what the relationship is between you and Sister Zinu. Cadie thought and handed the handkerchief to Yang Ming.

"How can there be such a truth? Who in the world doesn't know that a sword can be three feet long, and the rest is best if it is less than three feet long." The Jianghu guest retorted.

"That's just because you are ignorant. Of course, there may be some things you have never heard of, or others dare not tell you, lest you become angry or feel inferior." Yang Ming joked.

Jiang Hu Ke was unable to react at first, but when Cai Die's laughter sounded and the sneers coming from around him, he suddenly reacted.

It turns out that this sword is not that sword. Thinking of Yang Ming's words again, the wealthy man in the world couldn't help but became furious, and his hand was already on the dagger at his waist.

"Your sword is too short, it's better not to take it out, so as not to be laughed at." Yang Ming said indifferently. Although he was good at teasing, it also depends on the person. The guy in front of him was deflated in front of others, so he just wanted to watch. How could Yang Ming save face if he took pleasure in someone who seemed weaker than him.