Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Yang Ming made a mistake after coming to Xianyang, a huge mistake. He calculated too much, cared too much, wanted too much, and knew too much, so much that he forgot his true self.

In this world, he has seen too many things worthy of awe, from the old housekeeper to the Hengshan White Tiger Village, to the Northern Army God Li Mu, and the Mojia Master Cang. These living people appeared in Yang Ming's life one by one, giving Yang Ming Ming brought a huge shock.

He constantly reminded himself that everyone in this world is a living person, he is not special, and no one has the qualifications to act recklessly. Having this understanding is not wrong to a certain extent.

When he was in Zhao State, Yang Ming thought the same way, so he was cautious despite his daring actions. But after coming to Xianyang, everything changed.

He started planning and calculating, maybe for his promise to Zi Nu, maybe for that ridiculous plan, or maybe to create a state of mind suitable for practicing Cloud Pailing Palm. He started to be able to suppress his own nature. Becoming gloomy and sensitive.

Indulging in the tenderness of the maid, he thought he was experiencing feelings. He struggled with Li Wu, but he felt that he was constantly testing out of caution. In front of Yu'er, whom he had a strong crush on, he behaved He has a charming demeanor, but he says that he is trying to win her favor and will never take any specific actions.

He actually began to like the pulling feeling, and felt how special he was in this world.

But he forgot that calculation without action is worthless. He forgot that caution without courage is the same as shrinking. He also forgot that he was just a teenager.

In the historical trajectory of another time and space, a very powerful person once wrote: Young people do not know the feeling of sorrow, so they forcefully talk about sorrow in order to compose new words.

At this time, Yang Ming was no different from what was described in that sentence.

How can a young man without enough experience understand what real sadness is?

The three unique martial arts, Fengshen Kick, Cloud-Pailing Palm, and Tianshuang Fist, were created by Li Jing, the military god of the Tang Dynasty. Among them, Fengshen Kick was created when Li Jing was young. Li Jing was born in a noble family and was talented enough to defeat his peers. It was at the time when he was in high spirits. Create the Aeolian legs with the madness of a young man.

Later, after experiencing the ups and downs of life, middle-aged Li Jing entered Taoism with sorrow and created the Cloud Pailing Palm. In his later years, he created the Tianshuang Fist in the wind and snow of the desert with his determination to become stronger with age.

Yang Ming was the first to practice Paiyun Palm for a special reason, but that special reason could only exist for a while. After all, he was just a young man and did not have enough experience to settle his sorrow. His sorrow was only something he could create. False sorrow is not real, so he has never been able to complete the final form of Cloud Dispelling Palm.

He has never even understood the true meaning of sorrow, so how can he further appreciate its misery, or even its ultimate indifference.

Young people should be wanton, and in this world, who else is qualified to be more wanton than Yang Ming.

He respects the world and its wisdom, but he only underestimates himself and denies his own power. He knows the vastness of the world, but why should he deny himself.

He is a person who transcends time, so why should he be afraid of the transformation of space.

We need to be in awe of the world, but not afraid.

What did Yang Ming gain in exchange for his caution after arriving in Xianyang? It was a sword that struck and killed in the dark night.

Young people should be wanton, there is no need to worry too much.

Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming's back and vaguely noticed something. A faint breeze surrounded Yang Ming, as if something was brewing.

Is there something different about this kid? Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming's back as he walked to the square. The distance was obviously getting farther, but Zhao Ji felt that Yang Ming's figure seemed to be getting taller.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Ming stepped onto the stage step by step.

"Is he trying to break through?" Lao Ai looked at Yang Ming's figure under the ring with a gloomy expression. Zhao Ji didn't understand martial arts. Although she could vaguely see Yang Ming's change, she couldn't see the change. What is the change?

But Lao Ai was different. He was a rare master. How could he not see that there was a momentum brewing in Yang Ming at this time, and he could break through the obstacles and soar into the sky at any time.

This kind of momentum? Is it the kind of kicking technique I saw last night? His strongest skill is not his palm skills, but his leg skills? Lao Ai stared at Yang Ming closely and subconsciously clenched the long sword in her hand.

"The wind is picking up." The female guard beside Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming on the ring intently and murmured.

"Why is it windy? Isn't there no wind?" Hearing the female guard's murmur, Zhao Ji asked sideways.

"It's the wind on Yang Ming's body." the female guard replied.

"The wind on Yang Ming's body? Why didn't the Ai family see it?" Zhao Ji asked doubtfully.

"Back to the Queen Mother, that is a kind of momentum for people who practice martial arts. It is a kind of momentum that can turn invisible internal force into substance. At this time, Yang Ming is brewing this kind of momentum. Once he completely controls this kind of momentum, he will Can be promoted to the first-class realm, the first-class realm under the age of seventeen, the world is so big, and there are so many geniuses." The female guard praised.

"We can't let him completely consolidate his momentum. His skill is no longer inferior to that of a top-notch master. If I let him master the momentum again, even if I have the Sun-Concealing Sword in my hand, I won't be able to win." Sensing the surrounding Yang Lao Ai was a little panicked when she saw the formless wind around her body.

"Captain Yang, Lao Ai asks for a fight." Lao Ai said, he could not let Yang Ming continue to break through.

"Shut up." Zhao Ji reprimanded directly. Although she didn't understand martial arts, she read a lot of books. Besides, the female guard beside her was a master. She still knew something about things like power. .

Now is Yang Ming's opportunity for a breakthrough. Once it is interrupted, no one knows how long it will be until such an opportunity comes next.

"Queen Mother, my first opponent is Lao Ai." Yang Ming said loudly.

"allow."

Seeing this, Lao Ai showed a smile and jumped onto the ring. After all, she still couldn't make a breakthrough.

"Lao Ai." Lao Ai said, cupping her fists.

"I know you." Yang Ming smiled brightly.

"I have heard of your Excellency for a long time." Lao Ai said with a smile, unable to tell that it was he who arranged the assassination of Yang Ming last night, and it was he who interrupted Yang Ming's confrontation just now. Condensation.

"That's why I want to beat you to death." Yang Ming said solemnly.

"What?" Lao Ai said in astonishment, and then she was suddenly startled. Could it be that what happened last night was exposed? It shouldn't be. When did the people in the Lieutenant's Mansion become so efficient...

"I'm going to beat you to death." Yang Ming smiled as he spoke, and his voice was loud and unusual in the empty square.

"Arrogant." Lao Ai said coldly. Although he was wary of Yang Ming's strength, how could he not be angry when someone told him that he was going to be beaten to death when he was a first-class master.

"Are you arrogant?" Yang Ming took a step forward, and the energy that had been brewing in his body for a long time burst out.

A gust of wind rushed out of Yang Ming's body, and Yang Ming's clothes, cloak, and long hair danced with it. The wind was a shape and meant to be crazy.

"Did he break through?" Lao Ai, who was hit by the strong wind, took an uncontrollable step back. The momentum he sensed from Yang Ming just now completely changed. It was wind, but it was not exactly wind. The wind just now was just a breeze. face, but now the wind is raging.

On the floor under Yang Ming's feet, wind ducts blew past, leaving deep marks. Before Yang Ming took action, Lao Ai felt a feeling of wind knives coming to her body.

"Is this?" Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming with burning eyes. At this moment, even if she didn't understand martial arts, she could see from Yang Ming the arrogance that seemed to be ravaging the world.

"This momentum is so strong." The female guard said in horror.

"Are you the only one who has power? I also have it." Lao Ai, who noticed that her mind was shaken for a moment, shouted loudly, black energy steaming around her body, and darkness behind her.

"Heavy rain and strong wind." There was wind under Yang Ming's feet, and the shadows of his legs attacked Lao Ai with the force of the strong wind.

Lao Ai waved her long sword, and streaks of crimson sword energy shot out, meeting Yang Ming's Fengshen legs.

The leg strength and sword energy suddenly collided together and spread out in all directions. The raging leg strength and sword energy caused the stone slabs on the arena to crack inch by inch.

Lao Ai dodged a kick and fought back angrily. Behind her, a flagpole as thick as a forearm broke.

"I can stop it." Lao Ai shouted, summoning up 12% of her internal strength, and the sword energy under her sword turned into a sword net to block all Yang Ming's attacks.

"Then I'll be faster and stronger." Yang Ming jumped higher into the sky, descended from the sky and stepped towards Lao Ai. This time, he couldn't match the strength of his legs ten steps away. He had a kind of black boots on his feet. footprints, but it is the power to condense the divine wind power to the limit.

"This is exciting, this is the competition that the Ai family wants to see, this is the little tiger that the Ai family wants to tame." On the high platform, Zhao Ji stood up excitedly, took two steps forward, and stood On the steps.

In Zhao Ji's sight, Yang Ming jumped high in the air, stepped on Lao Ai's long sword, and then used the force of the counterattack to jump down from the high altitude, using more domineering power and faster speed. Speed ​​stepped down from the sky.

In her sight, Yang Ming was almost gone. All she could see were the afterimages in the sky and the scattered gravel on the stage.

"I can block it. I haven't realized my dream yet." Lao Ai waved her sword with all her strength to block Yang Ming's kick again, but she took three steps back uncontrollably, and a trace of sound appeared in his ear. A small cracking sound.

Lao Ai didn't have time to breathe, and another kick fell from the sky. Facing such a powerful kick, he could only barely hold the sword in front of him. As Yang Ming's foot stepped on the sword, a louder sound came out. There was a breaking sound, and his rare-to-find sword broke.

Lao Ai struggled to stab Yang Ming with his dagger and threw the broken blade at the same time, but Yang Ming's speed had exceeded his imagination, and the man had appeared higher in the sky.

"The wind swept through the ruined building." Yang Ming's body stretched out into the sky and spun rapidly. Under the raging wind, a huge tornado suddenly appeared on the square.

"It's the move from last night, but it's a stronger and more domineering move." Lao Ai, who had seen the power of Fengjuan Tower last night, saw it appear in the sky, carrying countless gravel, Lao Ai had been Dominated by the fear of facing death.

"No, my journey has just begun. I still have to become the captain of Ganquan Palace. I still have to control the net. I still have to conquer the Queen Mother and control the Qin Kingdom. There is no way I will die here." Lao Ai roared in her heart. road.

Faced with the fear of death, he threw away the dagger in his hand. At this moment, he actually broke through. Sword energy crisscrossed his body, and he was already deep in darkness.

"Cover the sun, it's overcast and dark, cover up the sun!" The female guard standing next to Zhao Ji said in shock when she saw the darkness appearing in the square.

"What's the overcast day and the darkness? What's covering up the sun? Is it a snare?" Zhao Ji asked.

"It's Luo Wen's Hiding Sun, Lao Ai is Luo Wen's first-class assassin Hiding the Sun, but he broke through and actually used this move without using the Sun Hiding Sword. He actually broke through at the moment of life and death. ." The female guard murmured.

There are countless second-rate masters in the world, but there are not even 1% of those who can break through to the first-rate level. The biggest bottleneck is potential, which cannot be understood except by those with outstanding talents.

This is also the reason why there are countless scholars from hundreds of schools of thought who have profound martial arts knowledge, but there are very few people who can truly become first-class masters.

Third-rate and second-rate masters can achieve it as long as they have a suitable volume of martial arts and study hard, but Shi is the test of a person's talent. Countless second-rate masters spend their entire lives struggling to understand the existence of Shi.

But in the face of the dilemma of potential, there are also shortcuts to take, and famous swords are the most effective shortcuts. Famous swordsmen are created by adhering to the spirit of heaven and earth. Each famous sword has its own unique potential. If a second-rate master can obtain a famous sword and watch it day and night, he will most likely understand the power of the sword and break through to the first-rate level.

This is also the reason why famous swords are precious, because a famous sword means a first-class master.

There are several such famous swords in the net, and Hiding the Sun is one of them.

However, the existence of breaking through to the first-class realm with the help of the famous sword is too dependent on the famous sword. Once the famous sword is lost, the martial arts will be greatly reduced. And now Lao Ai, the Tianzi first-class killer of Luo Wang, hides the sun, and breaks through unexpectedly. , broke away from the dependence on the Sun-cloaking Sword, and used the Sun-cloaking Sword's killer move solely by relying on his own skills.

"Can Yang Ming win?" Zhao Ji asked.

"It's hard to say." The female guard said solemnly.

Yang Ming is now the God in the Wind, a state she has never reached, and Lao Ai's breakthrough is also a state she has never reached.

In Zhao Ji's solemn sight, the tornado and darkness had violently collided together. The huge energy storm spread and the entire arena collapsed in an instant.

Zhao Ji subconsciously took a step back, then took the female guard's arm and stood firm. In her sight, the strong wind was tearing apart the darkness, and the darkness was also devouring the strong wind.

With a violent explosion, a figure flew out of the storm. This was an extremely embarrassed figure. The armor on his body had been turned into pieces. His hair was disheveled, and his original appearance could not be seen. There were traces of blood. It seeped out from between his tattered clothes.

"I blocked it, I blocked it, I blocked it after all. A good move swept the broken building, a good move swept the broken building, a good move swept the broken building, almost, almost, almost I was going to die, but I still survived, I survived, hahaha." The trembling Lao Ai stumbled to her knees, propped her hands on the ground, and laughed wantonly for the rest of her life.

"Where's Yang Ming?" Zhao Ji, who was holding the female guard's arm, subconsciously grabbed the female guard's arm, but Yang Ming was nowhere to be seen in her sight.

"In the sky." The female guard suddenly looked towards the sky after a moment of hesitation.

"The howling of the divine wind."

"No, I have already blocked your strongest move, why do you still..." Lao Ai's laughter stopped suddenly. In his sight, the wind dragon was raging, and wind ducts blew across his face. Body, cut his flesh, tear his muscles, cut off his bones, destroy his soul.

"I'm not willing to give in." Lao Ai said desperately.

"I said, I'm going to beat you to death." Yang Ming stepped on the ground again and looked at Lao Ai, who was no longer human.

This is the life I want, fuck you for being cautious, fuck you for being gloomy.

"So, I do what I say." Yang Ming laughed.

"Queen Mother, I won this time." As Lao Ai fell down, Yang Ming turned around and bowed to Zhao Ji on one knee.

Meeting Yang Ming's gaze, Zhao Ji's heart trembled: "Okay, okay, okay."

"You did not disappoint the Aijia." Zhao Ji touched her chest with her palms trembling slightly as she trembled greatly, leaving deep dents in the soft fabric.

At that moment, Zhao Ji had an illusion. Although Yang Ming was kneeling in front of her, she saw Yang Ming as if he was standing in front of her, and the person kneeling on the ground was her.

I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival, and thank you book friend Qingfeng Xiaoyu for your 5,000 book coins reward.

This chapter can barely be considered a big chapter, right? If I rounded it up, it would be less than 5,000. I originally thought about breaking it up, but I thought that some book friends would say that I was a piece of shit, so I finished it in one go. Lao Ai, I will beat you to death. At the same time, this chapter can be regarded as an explanation for the collapse of the protagonist's character mentioned by many book friends in the previous article.

The character of the protagonist is already very awkward.