Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

In the winter moon, the wind is as cold as a knife and the snow penetrates the soul.

At the eastern foot of Taihang Mountain, more than a hundred miles west of the capital of Zhao, under the jurisdiction of Wu'an County, in front of a slightly old thatched cottage in an ordinary manor, a huge tiger nestled motionless in the snow, with bloody plum blossoms in the Its head bloomed, and an arrow was stuck in its left eye socket.

This was obviously a tiger that had been shot. The arrow accurately penetrated its eyes and penetrated deep into its skull, destroying its brain.

Behind the tiger's body, there was a figure squatting there, holding a skinning scimitar passed from the wolf tribe in his hand, and was skillfully cutting the tiger's abdominal fur and skinning it.

"Ming, your archery skills have improved again. One arrow hit the tiger's eye. Even if it was a sneak attack, this kind of accuracy can be called a marksman even in the military." A man wearing a sheepskin The strong man stepped forward and said to the figure behind the tiger corpse.

"Uncle Biao, it's really a sneak attack. Even tigers take naps." Hearing the voice of a strong man, the man squatting behind the tiger corpse raised his head, and a young man's face appeared in the sight of the big man.

I saw this young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. There were blood stains on his face. He was red from being frozen in the wind and snow. Although he was completely insulated from the red lips and white teeth, he still had a heroic spirit and a vitality unique to a young man. .

The most special thing is his pair of eyes, which are as black as ink, shining like stars dotted in the night, but deep down, there is an imperceptible sadness.

"Would you like your uncle to help me?" the man called Uncle Biao by the boy said eagerly.

"Of course I do. Peeling is too troublesome. I'm not good at this skill yet. If any part is damaged, the loss will be huge." The young man grinned and exhaled a long white line. He handed the scimitar in his hand to Uncle Biao.

"Ha, you have been waiting for me here." Uncle Biao looked at the scimitar in his hand and couldn't help crying or laughing.

"Can I ask Uncle Biao to help you for free? I will give you a tiger's leg when the time comes." The young man looked cheerful and generous.

"Only one tiger leg? Are you, Uncle Biao, and I worth this tiger leg?" Uncle Biao stared, pretending to be dissatisfied.

Of course, he only said this. He knew very well that being able to eat a bite of meat during the winter months was already a luxury for an ordinary banker like him.

"This..." the young man said with a look of hesitation. After a brief struggle, he showed a look of heartache and said, "Add another tiger whip, no more."

"Hey, Tiger Whip." Hearing this, Uncle Biao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, obviously thinking of something.

The middle-aged Uncle Biao naturally knew the value of the tiger whip, but when he saw the jest in the young man's eyes, his heartbeat changed to another emotion.

"Uncle Biao, do I still need that thing?" Uncle Biao said as if you looked down on someone.

"Uncle Biao, it doesn't matter what you said. I'll just ask my aunt if you need me." The young man laughed out loud as he spoke, and even pretended to shout to the yard next door.

"Wait a minute, Ming." Uncle Biao couldn't hold himself any longer. Obviously, the young man's words had hit his weakness.

As the young man said, when people reach middle age, they have no choice but to do what they want. Who can resist the temptation of a tiger whip?

"So, Uncle Biao, you can work with peace of mind." Seeing that Uncle Biao gave up, the young man was very satisfied. After all, in this cold winter month, it was too boring, especially for the young man.

Uncle Biao is obviously more proficient in his business, and he is fluent with the machete in his hand. Although he is not very powerful, he can definitely be called practice makes perfect. In this manor with dozens of farmers, he is the most refined professional butcher. .

The young man looked at it for a while, then walked back into the house and took out half a jar of muddy wine and two dusty pottery bowls. After pouring a full bowl for Uncle Biao, he held the wine bowl and leaned against the door frame. , looking at the Taihang Mountains in the distance like a white dragon, drinking wine into my stomach, recalling long-lasting memories.

His name is Yang Ming, Yang from Willow Yiyi, Ming from dawn at night. His father is from Qin State, but he was born in Wu'an County of Zhao State by his mother.

The reason is simply that in the Battle of Zhao Capital that year, Qin General Zheng Anping led his 20,000 Qin troops to surrender to Zhao surrounded by Zhao troops, and his father was one of the 20,000 Qin troops that year.

More than ten years ago, Zheng Anping paid the price of 20,000 Qin troops. In addition, the King of Zhao at that time did not know if he had the intention of disgusting the Qin State. He treated Zheng Anping with a high official and generous salary, and he was given the title of Lord Wuyang.

But the price of the 20,000 Qin troops was extremely miserable. They were divided up by the Zhao Kingdom's dignitaries who suffered heavy losses due to the Battle of Changping, and became the owners of various manors in Zhao Kingdom.

At that time, the Zhao State lacked everything except widows. After all, 400,000 Zhao troops died in Changping. Although there were not 400,000 direct widows, there were still more than 200,000 widows. Therefore, Qin, who was reduced to a farmer, The soldiers of the army married Zhao's widows one by one.

Both Yang Ming's father and Uncle Biao, who was fighting for the tiger whip in front of him, were the Qin soldiers who were taken as a price at that time. However, this father had a bit of arrogance because he had read several books. Zhao Guocheng died of depression a few years after starting a family. As for his mother, he also died of illness two years ago. The originally poor family suddenly became one person.

As for Uncle Biao, he obviously wants to be more open-minded and settle down in Zhao State with peace of mind. Although he and his wife are not on the same page, they can be regarded as harmonious as husband and wife. In more than ten years, they have become a couple with a son and a daughter. Family of four.

But Yang Ming now has memories of more than fifteen years old, because he is a time traveler. Thinking of this, a trace of sadness appeared on Yang Ming's face uncontrollably.

The way he traveled through time was very ordinary, that is, after work, he was doing what people in that world like to do when they are bored: watching videos.

As I kept doing this, I was inexplicably transformed into a different world and a different kind of life.

But his time travel was also unusual, because the video he watched at that time was firmly engraved in his mind for some unknown reason. It was a video about 'Heroes teaching disciples'.

Perhaps because he absorbed some special energy during the time travel, the video that Yang Ming only used for entertainment turned into a martial arts that was integrated into Yang Ming's soul after he time traveled.

Xiongba, as one of the villains of the Fengyun series, although his martial arts is not top-notch in that comic series due to his early appearance, his stunts are really too famous.

Who doesn’t know that three points come from strength and seven points come from hard work?

What appears in the depths of Yang Ming's soul is the martial arts template of this tyrant: Wind God Kick, Cloud Dispelling Palm, Sky Frost Fist and Three-Point Return to Yuan Qi. This also constitutes Yang Ming's essential golden finger as a time traveler.

However, since he officially opened his golden finger when he was ten years old, he has been immersed in the three martial arts skills deep in his soul, but he has only illuminated one of them: Cloud Pavilion Palm.

In the depths of Yang Ming's soul, the image that was originally as dim as the Fengshen Legs, Tianshuang Fist and Sansangui Yuanqi has become exuding the bleak aura of Yunchou.

Whenever Yang Ming sinks his consciousness into the depths of his soul, the little man shrouded in the clouds will demonstrate to Yang Ming the twelve movements of the Cloud Pavilion Palm.

"Ming, don't just look at it. Hurry up and set up a pot to boil water. This tiger weighs more than 400 kilograms at least. It's much more troublesome to put away than a pig." Uncle Biao took a sip of wine to cover up the blood and smell. Gas, and then skillfully cut open the belly of the tiger corpse. For a moment, all kinds of unpleasant smells came together, which was extremely overwhelming.

"Okay." Yang Ming, who was brought back to reality by Uncle Biao's voice, responded. Then he took out the firewood from under the roof that had been prepared for the winter as early as late autumn, lit the hay with flints, and set up a bonfire. Clay pots boil water.

As time went by, nearby families also got up one after another, but the cold weather made them have no intention of leaving the house. Instead, young children saw someone killing a tiger and wrapped them in animal skins and sheepskins. They were not afraid of the bloody scene. They gathered around the campfire happily, keeping warm while watching the tiger carcass being decomposed by Uncle Biao.

No child can resist the temptation of meat.

"What a big old axe." Amid the chirping sounds of the children, a clear female voice came from the side.

Yang Ming looked along and saw two figures, one large and one small, already appearing on the cleared manor path.

The big figure is an old woman about sixty years old, she is the owner of this manor, and she is the owner of this manor. The small figure is no more than six or seven years old. The blue skirt is wrapped with a layer of gold from the land of Yan State and Liaodong. The extremely valuable white mink skin suddenly made that little figure become round.

There is a white fox fur hat on the little head, with two ribbons hanging on both sides. The ends of the ribbons are dotted with two red pom-poms, which are being held in soft hands and played with unconsciously.

Such a well-crafted aristocratic girl looked at the bloody scene in front of her, but she didn't show any fear at all. Instead, she looked curious.

The chirping children subconsciously held their breath when they saw the two people appearing in their sights. Although they were at an innocent age, they knew that in front of the two people in front of them, they could not act like they were at home. Unbridled.

"You're busy, I just brought the snow girl to have a look." The old lady held her granddaughter and stopped where she was. The granddaughter was curious about unknown things, but she would not really let her get close to the butcher. At the slaughtering site, a suitable distance needs to be maintained.

"Yes." Uncle Biao replied cautiously.