Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

The years are long, and the sun and the moon do not change. In the passage of time, time soon came to July in the fourth year of Qin Wangzheng's reign.

Although July is hot, the heat is not over yet. At this time, the entire Guanzhong area is still in an extremely hot weather.

During this period, Yang Ming's life was very simple. He went in and out of Ganquan Palace every day to perform his duties as the captain of Ganquan Palace. When he was off duty or taking turns, Yang Ming spent most of his time on his own. Spend time with the two maids in the small courtyard, or go out to the Meng family to find Meng Tian, ​​compete with each other in martial arts, and read their treasured marching minutes from the Meng family, or go to Jinghua Garden to find Li Wu The girl and her maid Yu'er.

But this boring and comfortable life was broken with the arrival of the end of July.

At the end of July in the fourth year of the Qin Dynasty, a princess from Chu State came from Chenying, thinking that the marriage between Qin and Chu was about to happen, and she temporarily stayed in Huayang Palace.

It was also at this time that the Queen Mother Regent Zhao Ji, the biological mother of King Qin, announced that she would move out of Xianyang Palace and use Ganquan Palace, which had been idle for a long time, as her palace.

Suddenly, Ganquan Palace, which had been neglected for more than twenty years, became lively again.

Laborers recruited from nearby Xianyang were stationed around Ganquan Palace and began to repair Ganquan Palace. At the same time, maids from Xianyang Palace moved countless rare treasures from Xianyang Palace.

Ganquan Palace, which was once cold and desolate, is regaining its glory at an astonishing speed. Although it cannot reproduce the power of the past, it is not difficult to reproduce the gorgeous scenery of the past.

At the same time, the guards of Ganquan Palace, who had been ignored before, suddenly became very popular.

The palace guards, especially the guards who exist in Xianyang Palace, Ganquan Palace, and Huayang Palace, even the lowest guards have the official position of Lang Guan, not to mention, here, they can also come into contact with the Qin State If the highest power of the people can get into the eyes of the superior, then the future...

If this is the case for an ordinary guard, what about the position of a school captain as the leader of the guard?

For a time, countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the position of Colonel of Ganquan Palace. At this time, these people saw that the person who originally held the position of Colonel of Ganquan Palace was actually just a young man, and he was also an unknown person.

In a very short period of time, Yang Ming's name appeared in the study rooms of high-end families. Pairs of eyes stared at the word 'Yang Ming', each thinking about something.

In Xianyang Palace, Zhao Ji looked at the bamboo slips piled up on a hill in front of her, but she didn't even bother to look at them.

"Which recommendation letter is this for?" Zhao Ji asked the maid beside her.

"Queen Mother, this is already the seventeenth one." the maid replied.

"Seventeen Dao, when they see meat to eat, they all pounce on it like crazy dogs. The guards of the Ai family are also the ones who can make up their minds." Zhao Ji snorted coldly, obviously she was not in a good mood at this time. How good.

Although in exchange for her son Qin Wangzheng getting support from the Queen Mother Huayang, she was willing to move out of Xianyang Palace and let the princess of Chu become the hostess here. It was completely Zhao Ji's own choice, but Zhao Ji still has a little temper in women.

It was obviously the right choice to make, but there were many things that made me feel very bad, such as moving into Ganquan Palace for Zhao Ji.

When letters of recommendation appeared in front of Zhao Ji, it made Zhao Ji's already bad mood even worse.

"Your Majesty, looking at things like this, the Seventeen Paths may not be over yet." As Zhao Ji's personal maid, the maid understands Zhao Ji's current mood very well.

"Then come on. The Ai family won't read it anyway. The Ai family makes the decision themselves. By the way, what has that little guy Yang Ming been doing during this time?" Zhao looked at the recommendation letter in front of him. Ji suddenly thought of Yang Ming, who was related to this.

"Every day, I will be on duty and off duty on time. During the on-duty period, I will study with Wei Yu in the morning on various matters that the Imperial Guard School Captain is responsible for and read books, and in the afternoon I will practice martial arts." The palace maid said.

"Martial arts? Is it still the kind of palm technique that looks very beautiful and domineering?" Zhao Ji's heart moved, and she couldn't help but think of the surging clouds when Yang Ming fought with the guards, especially the Zhang falling from the sky, as if Zhao Ji was even more relaxed and happy when she saw this move with the power of heaven.

"Yes." The palace maid replied.

"What about other than that? For example, the free time after duty." Zhao Ji asked again.

"I stay at home most of the time, and occasionally go out. In addition to visiting the eldest grandson of the Meng family, I also go to Jinghua Garden. He has a good relationship with an oiran there." The palace maid told the truth.

"Really? It seems that the Ai family made a mistake." Zhao Ji pondered.

She had suspected that she had been deceived by Yang Ming and Wei Wei a long time ago. Her original intention was to use her official position to drive a wedge between Yang Ming and Wei Wei, but she never expected that they didn't care much at all, and Wei Wei personally taught Yang Ming How to serve as the captain of Ganquan Palace.

However, after the initial embarrassment, Zhao Ji quickly calmed down, and after a small setback, she was aroused with a stronger desire to win, especially after calling out Yang Ming in the trap. After reading the information left behind, Yang Ming's image became more interesting in Zhao Ji's eyes.

Older women who are lonely in the palace always have to have some fun, otherwise how to kill the long and boring time.

"Damn boy, he looked like a fledgling little guy at that time. I didn't expect that he was still a little fox." Zhao Ji already showed murderous intent when she said this. Although she decided to wait and see, every time she thought about what she thought she was at that time, Zhao Ji got the trick, but was actually played by two foxes, one old and one young. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

"We can't let him live such a comfortable life." Zhao Ji's eyes turned, and suddenly they were fixed on the pile of recommendation letters in front of her that made her particularly annoying just now.

"You have passed down the order of the Aijia. The captain of the imperial guard of the Ganquan Palace of the Aijia must be the person with the highest martial arts skills. The Aijia is going to set up an arena. If anyone wants to be the captain, he will go up to the stage to challenge the current Ganquan. Palace Commander, whoever wins will be the Commander."

"yes."

In Ganquan Palace, where countless people were watching, Yang Ming was staying in an empty courtyard at this time, with black clouds covering three feet around him, rolling and galloping.

Wei Wei from a distance looked at Yang Ming who was in the clouds, subconsciously stroking the long beard under his chin with his palms.

"This kid's internal strength has improved again. He has definitely reached the first-class level. However, he has been standing like this these days. What on earth is he practicing?" Wei Yu pondered, unable to figure out the reason.

The next moment, Yang Ming finally moved, and his two arms flew up and down, causing the black clouds to boil. Between Yang Ming's palm movements, the clouds were sometimes violent, sometimes feminine, sometimes turned into black water-like substance, sometimes Become an invisible thing like clouds in the sky.

Gradually, Yang Ming's palm skills became faster and faster, causing the black clouds to rotate crazily at the same time, rushing towards Yang Ming's palm movements crazily.

The clouds that had just covered a three-foot radius were gradually gathered in Yang Ming's palms, and his two palms were already enveloped by two extremely black clouds.

In Wei Wei's sight, the ink-like cloud in Yang Ming's palms was slowly dissipating and blending into his palms. The black color was fading, and the cloud seemed to be dissipating, but it seemed to have something more powerful and mysterious. The power is brewing.

Is this a return to nature?

However, the next moment, the cloud energy gathered in Yang Ming's palm suddenly exploded, and the terrifying energy spread out. Even Wei Yu, who had already been hiding far away, was shocked by the wave of energy and took several steps back. He looked intently and found scratches on the stone floor in the courtyard, and even the vegetation in the courtyard was in a mess.

"This? Obsessed?" Wei Wei said in shock.

In his sight, Yang Ming stood there, his arms hanging weakly on both sides of his body. He could vaguely hear the sound of ticking, and there was blood dripping.

"Yang Ming, how are you doing?" Wei Wei quickly asked.

"It's okay, but my hand hurts a little." Yang Ming said.

"Is that just that?" Wei Wei asked uncertainly. Was the burst of energy just now just a pain in his hand?

"The twelfth posture is really difficult to practice. How can I explain this simple word?" Yang Ming raised his hand and looked at the cracked skin on his palm, sighing.

The twelfth movement of Pai Yun Palm is gloomy. The last movement of Pai Yun Palm is also the most powerful one. Since Yang Ming completed the fifth movement of Pai Yun Palm on that night of the winter moon last year and the dark clouds covered the sun, Yang Ming has become more and more familiar with Pai Yun Palm. It can be said that he practiced bravely and diligently, and he reached the eleventh form of Yunlai Fairyland in less than half a year.

His strength is enough to compete with first-class masters. As long as he masters the twelfth form of Cloud Pavilion, Yang Ming's cloud-dispelling palm will truly reach the level of Small Perfection, making him officially among the first-class masters.

But Yang Ming has been practicing this last move for three months, and it is still difficult to master it. Just now, it was the moment when he came closest to mastering it, but in the end he still failed because of the word "light".

"Don't worry, I just tore my flesh. My meridians are fine. It will heal in a few days." Yang Ming pulled the cloak behind him and wiped the blood from his palms.

"In martial arts, it is true that the more advanced you are, the more dangerous it is. I will not watch you practice martial arts in the future, so as not to cause trouble to Chiyu again." Wei Wei said with lingering fear when he saw that Yang Ming was really fine.

"But you have to be careful. If you were practicing at home, your yard would be destroyed right now." Yang Ming said, looking at the mess around him.

"You also have to be careful here. This is Ganquan Palace, and it has its own owner." Wei Wei reminded.

If you blow up your small courtyard, you will lose some money at most, but if you destroy something in Ganquan Palace, it is a crime, and it can no longer be solved with money.

"Now I really want to have a big mansion, like the one in the Meng family. They can even build a school grounds at home." Yang Ming said with envy.

"Then you have to work hard. There are only a few mansions like the Meng family's in the entire Xianyang City. Do you really not need to bandage your hands?" Wei Yu looked at Yang Ming's palm and asked.

"No need, it will heal faster without medicine."

While the two were talking, a guard hurried in with an internal servant.

When the chamberlain read out the Queen Mother's decree in his hand, Wei Wei and Yang Ming both showed surprised expressions.

"Competing for the position of Colonel of Wuding Ganquan Palace? Do we need to set up an arena?" Yang Ming looked at the edict made of fine silk in his hand, and for a moment he really admired Zhao Ji's unconstrained thinking.