Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Yang Ming looked at the strange yet familiar figure on the stage and couldn't help but smile: "We meet again."

"Brother, do you know that person on the stage?" While Yang Ming was muttering to himself, a young man in a patterned coat came close to Yang Ming and said with a familiar look.

"I know you." Yang Ming, who was in a good mood because he saw the Frightened Salamander again, replied.

"Really? This woman is so beautiful, even more beautiful than the so-called courtesans in Zuimenglou, and you actually know her." Hearing Yang Ming's answer, the young man showed an expression of wonder.

"What's weird about that? She's my wife." Yang Ming said half-truthfully.

"Your wife?" The young man was slightly startled. Even though he was alert, he couldn't react for a moment, "Brother, you don't smell of alcohol on your body. It doesn't look like you are drunk. Now you start talking drunkenly. ?”

"Wine can be intoxicating, and people can be intoxicating as well." Yang Ming said noncommittally.

"I'm telling you, brother, your facial skills are definitely among the best among the masters I have seen over the years of traveling around the world." The young man said as if he was feeling pain in a mysterious location.

"It can be seen that this is your first time walking around the world, and you followed others." Yang Mingdao.

"Huh? How do you know?" The young man said in astonishment.

"You have such a loose mouth. It's obvious that you have received too few lessons. If you haven't been beaten to death yet, there must be someone watching over you." Yang Ming glanced at the young man sideways and ignored the young man with such a loose mouth.

"You?" The young man pointed at Yang Ming and wanted to refute, but when he caught Yang Ming's squinting gaze, he swallowed his words. At that moment, he actually felt a kind of fear.

"Who is he?" The young man's face turned red and white involuntarily after a while, with embarrassment and fear, and then he muttered and went to find his friend in a depressed mood.

When everyone's minds are immersed in one thing, time goes back very quickly, just like in Zuimenglou now.

Everyone, whether they are the guests who come here to have fun or the beautiful maids in the drunken dream building, at this moment, everyone has forgotten what they were doing just now. At this time, everyone's eyes are only on the stage. The figure danced in their sight, and also created ripples in their hearts with its dance steps.

After the dance, it wasn't until an old man with a big belly and a red face came to the stage that everyone woke up from the "drunk dream" they had just had.

He is the boss of Zuimeng Tower. It is said that he has great hands and eyes in Daliang City, and he has a good relationship with King Wei and Lord Xinling.

"Guests, what do you think of this girl's appearance?" the boss of Zuimenglou said, cupping his hands around her.

"He deserves to be number one in Zuimenglou." A customer said loudly.

With the first person, the second person and the third person naturally appeared immediately. For a time, the voices of "Zuimeng Tower is the best" came and went, making the Zuimeng Tower noisy.

"She really deserves to be number one in Zuimenglou, and today is also the first time in her life that she will be on stage." said the owner of Zuimenglou.

As the old man's words fell, the breaths of everyone in the Zuimeng Tower froze. First time on stage? What does this mean? Most of the people who come here are frequent visitors to Zuimenglou, and of course they know this very well.

Going on stage is a ceremony, a ceremony of leaving the cabinet. Thinking of this, most people feel hot in their hearts. Even if they know that they have little hope, they still can't help but think about it, what if?

"She is the most beautiful woman in Zuimenglou. The person who can have the most beautiful woman must also have the best strength." The boss of Zuimenglou said.

"The number one strength, but what counts as the number one strength? Power? Wealth? Or what?" The boss of Zuimenglou is indeed a qualified businessman, and he has already aroused everyone's emotions in a few words.

"Yes, what is the number one strength? Boss, please tell me quickly. Why are you playing a riddle?" Another guest said.

"I would say, everyone who comes to Zuimeng Tower is all the guests of Zuimeng Tower, so why should we divide the power and wealth? If we want to judge the real number one person, we should judge it from the perspective of literature and martial arts. I don’t know if you can Do you have any opinions?" The boss of Zuimenglou gave his own answer.

"Civil and military?" Upon hearing this answer, many guests had different reactions. Many people with high positions and wealth were hesitant, but they could not reveal it. If they objected, wouldn't it prove that they were guilty of both civil and military matters.

People who think they have some strength will not say much.

For a moment, no matter what he was thinking, he chose affirmation under the argument of the boss of Zuimenglou that both civil and military matters should come first.

Hearing everyone's replies, Zuimenglou laughed and said: "Since everyone agrees with my proposal, well, the most civilized and military person here tonight can have the most beautiful woman in our Zuimenglou."

First in civil and military affairs? Could it be that the boss of Zuimenglou is also a trap? Or is he a member of King Wei? Yang Ming watched everything here with cold eyes, sneered in his heart, and was already angry. Even though he knew that Jing Salamander was only here to complete the task of the snare, he should still be unhappy.

Therefore, Yang Ming jumped directly from the corridor to the stage and said: "Since the boss has decided to be the first in civil and military theory, then I will start the first place."

"You?" Jing Salamander looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, and for the first time there were emotional fluctuations in his eyes that had been calm from beginning to end.

"Who is the young hero?" The boss of Zuimenglou looked at Yang Ming who suddenly jumped onto the ring and asked in surprise. This seemed to be a little different from the script he had arranged in advance, but it didn't matter. Tonight's civil and military number one There can only be one person.

"I'm Jing Ni." Yang Ming ignored the boss of Zui Meng Tower and walked directly to Jing Salamander.

Jing Ni? Amazing salamander? Hearing the pseudonym reported by Yang Ming, Jing Salamander's sword-holding palm trembled slightly: He already knew it. It was not a coincidence that he appeared here. He came for me?

Aren't you the captain of Ganquan Palace? Why come here? This is not the place for you. For the first time, worries about things other than the mission appeared in Jing Salaman's heart.

"You..." Jing salamander looked at Yang Ming in front of her, her rouged lips moved subconsciously, but she couldn't say a word. She didn't know what she should say.

"Follow me." Yang Ming directly pulled Jingshao's hand up.

"You..." Jing salamander looked at Yang Ming blankly. Her heart was beating. For the first time, she felt that her blood was hot, but she couldn't at the moment.

But Yang Ming didn't give Jing Salad any time to think. Yang Ming directly pulled Jing Salaman and walked outside Zuimeng Tower.

"Guest, you have crossed the line." The boss of Zuimenglou stepped in front of Yang Ming. Although he seemed fat, he was actually a master. He raised his hand and pressed Yang Ming's shoulder.

"Get away." Yang Ming punched the boss of Zuimenglou.

When the fists and palms met, the biting cold air spread along the palms of the Zuimenglou boss towards him. He was so frightened that he quickly stepped away, only to see that one of his arms was already covered in a layer of frost.

"No matter who you are, if you dare to come to my Zuimenglou to rob someone, you must have the consciousness to save your life. If you don't see what to do, do it." The boss of Zuimenglou, who knew that he had encountered a master, shouted angrily, and figures came from behind. He rushed out of the hidden corner of Zuimeng Tower, and in an instant, Yang Ming and Jing Salad were surrounded in the center.

"Who can stop me?" Yang Ming took a step forward with Frightened Salamander, and swung his fist to meet an incoming sword blade.

The fist wrapped in the frost air showed a light icy blue color. It was as strong as fine iron and as powerful as a running bull. With one punch, the sword was broken and people flew away.

The light of swords and shadows followed.

"This kid is not drunk, but he is a lunatic." The young man who had been threatened by Yang Ming's words just now had a look of horror on his face during the fight.

In his sight, surrounded by dozens of masters raised by Zuimenglou, the lunatic could still hold the beauty with one hand and face the enemy with only one fist.

During the punches, the air of frost surrounded them. The bodies of those who were hit were all frost-covered, their limbs were stiff, the swords were cracked by the frost, and their tendons were broken due to falling fists.

"Your Majesty, this boy's boxing skills are really good." On the top floor, three figures had walked out of the room at some point. One of them, a tall old man, looked at the battle downstairs with a smile on his rough face. Come.

"It's not bad." Another person said. He looked like a young man in his twenties. He had handsome features and was heroic but not lacking in nobility. His pale face was sickly but still majestic. There were just a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes. And one or two spots of gray in his long hair clearly showed the fact that he was no longer young. His name was Wei Wuji, and he also had a title known to everyone in the world: Lord Xinling.

"Are we going to take action?" the old man asked. His name was Zhu Hai. He also had an extraordinary status. He was the master of the Daliang Pijia Clan and the general of the Wei State.

"Is it possible that you, the great general, still want to be Zuimenglou's thug? Let's see." Wei Wuji said, but he was not interested at all in helping Zuimenglou.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying." A clear voice came out from the battle group along with a figure that was shot away.

"Wu Gou Shuang Xue Ming." The voice fell, and the two figures in the battle group took a step forward, knocking one person back again.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star." Amid the screams of the two people, the clear voice echoed in Zuimeng Tower.

Everyone who was still curious at first stared at each other. Although there was no shortage of dandies among those who came here, there was absolutely no real fool. Their knowledge exceeded that of most people in this era.

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles." As the words rose and fell, two more figures were shot away.

"Hello."

"I was leisurely passing Xinling to drink, taking off my sword and crossing my knees."

"I will eat Zhu Hai while I'm going to eat it, and I'll hold a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win."

"Three cups of Turanuo will make the five mountains lighter."

At this time, people who relied on their martial arts skills and wanted to take action stopped one after another. They couldn't bear to interrupt such a chapter.

"After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and spirit will be restored."

"Save Zhao with a golden mallet, HD was shocked first."

"Your Majesty?" Zhu Hai subconsciously looked at Wei Wuji beside him, only to see that Wei Wuji had fallen into a trance.

"Two warriors from the Qianqiu period have conquered Daliang City."

The words "Daliang City" fell, and a long river of frost suddenly gushes out, turning into an ice dragon and hitting the front, roaring, turning the door of Zuimeng Tower into a pile of sawdust, and the entire Zuimeng Tower trembled.

"Two heroes from the Qianqiu period, will they conquer Daliang City?" The long-faced and big-eyed young man muttered silently, and his palms holding on to the wooden railing had already made two deep dents in the wooden railing.

"Even if the bones of a hero are dead, I will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world." The voice at this time had already come from the broken door of Zuimeng Tower.

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?"

At this time, all the people in Zuimeng Tower could see were two figures from behind.

"Boss, the best in both civil and military circles can have the most beautiful woman. My poems and my boxing should be the best today." Yang Ming left a sentence, picked up the Frightened Salamander and disappeared on the long street.

"Your Majesty, please help me. Looking at the world, who can arrogantly claim to be the best in civil and military affairs in front of you." Looking at his subordinates groaning everywhere, the boss of Zuimenglou looked towards the top floor.

"Lord Xinling?" Everyone looked over and saw the figures of Wei Wuji and Zhu Hai.

"My first place in culture and martial arts was in the past, while his poetry and boxing are in the present and before my eyes." Wei Wuji said.

Kavin has been stuck for a day and has only written one chapter now. The two chapters he had saved before are gone. Oh, after much thought, it is better to cut the knot quickly with a quick knife. There is not so much pretentiousness. After all, it is refreshing. Wen.