Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

A total of twenty people came to Baihu Village this time. When the twenty people stood in front of Yang Ming, Yang Ming realized how ridiculous the so-called 'violent bandits' in Black Wind Village were.

Most of the twenty people who appeared in front of Yang Ming were in their forties, and there were only three young people. But these twenty people were all dressed in battle armor, holding long swords and bows on their backs. Quiver, looking armed to the teeth.

If these people were allowed to form a formation and defend themselves, it would be almost impossible to defeat the opponent if Yang Ming had not understood the power of Fengshen Leg before. This is definitely an elite force, even if it is placed among the regular Qin Army or Zhao Army. Among them, it is also the most elite existence.

Under Bai Po's introduction, Yang Ming soon gained a number of uncles and brothers. At this time, Zi Nu also wisely forgot about her boss's identity, and instead became a dutiful young woman. As the hostess, she prepared a banquet for everyone in Baihu Village.

While drinking and drinking, the people who met for the first time quickly became familiar with each other. In the exchange of words, Zi Nu also understood what the origin Bai Po was talking about.

"So, Yang Ming is still the queen of the generals of the Qin Kingdom?" In front of the giant long case in the center of the lobby, Zi Nu held the wine bowl and took a gentle sip.

"After Jiangmen, you think highly of me." Yang Ming, who was sitting side by side with Zi Nu, shook his head.

"How can you be so arrogant? Your Yang family served in the army during the Qin Dynasty. Although you never produced any famous generals, you have held the title of five great officers in all dynasties. I heard that Yang Duan and that boy have become prosperous in recent years. They are quite new. Wang Xinzhong, if your father hadn't encountered the accident that year, he would never be worse than Yang Duan and that kid." Bai Po said from the side.

How could Bai Po, who was extremely satisfied with Zi Nu's person and ability, make Yang Ming lose confidence in front of Zi Nu? Therefore, when Yang Ming denied it, Bai Po praised the Yang family of Qin.

"Yang Duanhe?" Yang Ming said in surprise. This is a familiar name and has left a mark in history books.

"It seems that your father didn't tell you anything." Wang He saw Yang Ming's surprised expression and thought it was the first time Yang Ming heard this name. He couldn't help but said to the side: "Your father is good at everything, including martial arts and resourcefulness. We are all outstanding, but there is only one thing that people dislike very much, and that is that we are too thoughtful."

"Wang He, don't talk nonsense. Yang Xi is smart and naturally thinks more. Didn't Mr. Wu An also appreciate Yang Xi's smartness back then? Do you think everyone is as heartless and reckless as you? Are you okay?" Seeing that Wang He was going too far, Bai Po yelled.

Saying something wrong about his father in front of his son is not what an elder should do.

"Well, I'm not saying anything bad about him, I just think he's too tired to live like that." Wang He muttered.

"Girl Zinu, don't look down on us now that we have become bandits. Those of us were all very high-status people in the Qin State back then. Apart from anything else, this old boy Wang He was born in the general Wang family. , I heard that his cousin Wang Jian has been doing well in recent years. I am also born in the Bai family of Xi County, and Yang Ming is also a member of the Yang family in Huayin, so he is a descendant of our family." Bai Po said.

"There is also Li Gonggao, a member of the Li family in Longxi." Bai Po pointed at a middle-aged man next to him with arms longer than his knees who was using his long arms to sweep away the food placed on the plates in front of others in the distance.

"Ashamed, ashamed, small family, not as good as the Bai family and the Wang family." Li Gonggao, who was immersed in cooking, heard Bai Po talking about himself, so he could only put down his chopsticks and said with an expression of "I am ashamed."

Zi Nu looked at the crowd of older people eating and drinking around the long table, and her delicate and charming face could not hide her surprise. She had known for a long time that Bai Po had an extraordinary origin, but she never thought that people like Bai Po actually had Such a big origin.

The Bai family, the Wang family, the Yang family, the Li family, almost all the famous generals of the Qin State are here. If there is another Meng family, then almost all the famous generals of the Qin State are here.

"Baihu Village is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. If there is another Meng family, it will almost wipe out all the generals of the Qin State." Zi Nu, who is good at communication, covered her small mouth and said as if I was shocked.

"That's Meng Chi, from the Meng family." Wang He pointed to a middle-aged man with a beard near the end of the long table.

"Yuanzhi, Yuanzhi, and the current head of the family are almost out of the fifth server, and they don't have much glory." Meng Chi, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and extra thick hair on the temples, explained.

"Meng Chi is indeed a distant branch, and his relationship with that old guy Meng Ao is far away, but Yang Ming is a genuine direct descendant of the Huayin Yang family. If it hadn't been for that time, there would be no less than a fifth prince now." Bai Po boasted about Yang Ming's family background.

Looking at the scene in front of me, Zi Nu, who is also a human spirit, can't see what the other person is thinking. It's just that I am several years older than this little guy Yang Ming, okay? Zi Nu felt dumbfounded.

Just, is it a matter of age? Actually, he's not that much older. When Zi Nu's eyes inadvertently turned to the side of Yang Ming's face, she thought subconsciously.

"It seems that I really found a treasure this time." Zi Nu said with a smile. As for what Zi Nu meant by her words, everyone may have their own understanding.

"That's natural." Bai Po couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that his words had finally had an effect.

"Brother Yang, my eldest uncle said that you have practiced the White Tiger Seven Killing Style to a point where you are not weaker than him. I am a few years older than you, but my qualifications are dull and I have barely started practicing. I would like to ask you for advice here, Brother Yang. Fan." Wang Heng, a young man who ranked among the last three positions, stood up and said to Yang Ming.

"Uncle is just complimenting me. Not long ago, I was able to learn the White Tiger Seven Killing Style." Yang Ming said.

As Yang Ming spoke, all eyes were focused on Yang Ming. Although the relationship between Yang Ming and them made them sit here together and drink from the same jar at this time, the habits they developed in the military in their early years Or let them prefer another way of communication.

"However, since Brother Wang wants to compete, I have no reason to refuse. Please go outside." Yang Ming stood up as he spoke and walked out of the lobby.

In a moment, the open space outside the lobby was filled with people. Everyone looked at Yang Ming and Wang Heng with burning eyes. Fighting was one of the few entertainment activities in the world of bandits. .

"Please." As soon as Wang Heng finished speaking, he arched his waist and rushed towards Yang Ming almost like a catapult.

Although the White Tiger Seven Kills Style is just a set of martial arts, different people will practice different fighting methods, and Wang Heng's fighting method is obviously based on speed.

In everyone's sight, Wang Heng's attack was almost like an afterimage, rushing towards Yang Ming at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to react. But since Yang Ming unlocked the Fengshen Leg, who can beat him in terms of speed? Quick words.

Wang Heng was fast, but Yang Ming was even faster. When trying out moves with Bai Po before, Yang Ming used force to fight against force. Now facing Wang Heng, a person who is good at speed, Yang Ming used fast to fight faster.

No matter how quickly Wang Heng's fists and kicks attacked, Yang Ming could intercept and kill him within a few inches of his palm.

Gradually, Wang Heng's speed became slower and slower. Just as the saying goes, one rush of strength will fail again, and three will be exhausted. Wang Heng's high-intensity attacks obviously did not even have the chance to be exhausted in three. At the moment when his attack speed declined, Yang Ming had already thrown out a punch, and the huge force intercepted the opponent's attack. He hit the opponent's arms so hard that they could only barely cross each other in front of him, making him unable to help but fall back.

It wasn't until Yang Ming, who arrived first, grabbed his forearm that he avoided the embarrassing situation of falling to the ground.

"I lost, you are better than me." Wang Heng said while rubbing his swollen and painful arms.

"You are not weak either." Yang Ming said.

"Okay, okay, let's call it a day and continue eating, but we haven't finished eating yet." Under a pair of solemn eyes, Zi Nu shouted from the side.

The muscles have been shown, and naturally the next step is to show off the feelings.