Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

In the White Tiger Village hidden among the lofty mountains, the owner of the village, Bai Po, who had recently made Zi Nu disillusioned with harsh conditions, was leisurely warming the fire, warming the wine, and listening to the reports from his brothers.

"That little fox went to the direction of Daliang Mountain? It seems that my conditions are really too harsh." Bai Po, who learned about Zi Nu's movements in the report, rubbed his gray beard, and there was a vague light in his eyes. Flickering, it was obvious that some conspiracy was brewing.

"Brother, although I think it's inappropriate to say something, I still want to say that the deal proposed by the purple girl is beneficial to us. Why should we reject her in that way? This is not in line with the policies of the village. Benefits." The middle-aged man who spoke said with a troubled expression.

"Wang He, from the perspective of pure interests, you are right, but haven't I told Zi Nu the conditions? As long as she meets my conditions, we will naturally cooperate with her, and now the choice is in her hands. Bai Po said nonchalantly.

"Brother, why do you care so much about that boy? I don't think there's anything special about him that's worthy of you, the leader of the village, to bet on such a big deal." Bai Po's reasons obviously didn't convince Wang He.

"Don't you see that? That boy is the same as us." Bai Po's cloudy eyes bloomed with blazing light as he spoke, shining brightly under the reflection of the firelight.

"Are they the same people as us? Impossible. That boy has the accent of Zhao Di and is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How can he be the same as us?" Wang He said in shock.

"He practices the White Tiger's Seven-Killing Style. He has a body that can only be produced by the White Tiger's Seven-Killing Style. You can't hide it from me. You should be very clear about what the White Tiger's Seven-Killing Style means to us." Bai Po suppressed the excitement in his heart. road.

"White Tiger Seven Killing Style? Could it be that he is..., it's impossible, his age doesn't match, he is from Zhao." Wang He questioned.

"After Lord Wu An was unjustly killed, some of us were scattered and organized into different teams, while the other part of us fled into Taishang Mountain, and finally settled in Hengshan Mountain. It has been almost twenty years now. ." Bai Po said.

Under Wang He's puzzled gaze, Bai Po drank his wine and said slowly: "One of our brothers was recruited into the command of that bastard Zheng Anping, and was tricked by Zheng Anping into a prisoner of war of the Zhao State. He had no choice but to Settled down in the Kingdom of Zhao, married a wife and had children.”

"That boy is Yang Xi's son?" When Bai Po said this, Wang He could not help but think of a former comrade.

At that time, they were both military commanders around Bai Qi, Lord Wu'an. Even though they had been separated for nearly twenty years, how could they forget the feelings they had.

"It's just that his appearance is not very similar to that guy Yang Xi."

"That young man is much more handsome than Yang Xi. He may have taken after his mother. Who can say for sure about appearance. My father was very handsome back then, but I just couldn't inherit that good appearance. That whole body Practicing the White Tiger's Seven Killing Styles to the point where mind and energy are combined is absolutely impossible to fake. If Yang Xi hadn't taught it to him personally, outsiders would definitely not be able to practice it to this point," Bai Po said.

"Back then, after I found out about Brother Yang, I wrote him a secret letter that only we could understand. Unfortunately, he was already married and had children at that time, so he could only stay in Zhao. Now his son Appearing in Hengshan, it is obvious that something happened there, and he may be gone."

"So, brother, you want to make a deal with Zi Nu on the condition of our eldest nephew, just to bring him back?" Wang He said solemnly. At this time, he realized that he had really misunderstood his eldest brother.

"Your head is really hopeless. Why did we bring him back? Are you going to be a bandit in Mount Heng like us? Drinking this turbid wine and enduring the cold wind and snow?" Bai Pomei He glared at Wang He angrily. Even though he had already given up any expectations on the other person's intelligence, he still couldn't resist the desire to complain in his heart.

"Then brother, why did you put forward such a condition?" Wang He said slightly embarrassed.

"Let's see if Zi Nu can be relied on for our eldest nephew. If Zi Nu is someone who can betray her friends for profit, then naturally we can't watch our eldest nephew stay with her. Zi Nu has a heart. He has nine orifices, and if his character is not up to standard, it is better to stay away from him to avoid being betrayed in the future."

At this time, the hero and heroine in the conversation in Baihu Village were walking on the rugged mountain road. Zinu, who had encountered a bad experience in Baihu Village, could only give up her original plan, settle for the next best thing, and go directly to visit the man from Daliangshan. The Qin army collapsed.

"Didn't you say before that there are some villages formed by Zhao State's fugitives and refugees in Hengshan?" Yang Ming, who was stepping between the rocks, thought about it again and again, and still felt that it would not be the best to go directly to Daliang Mountain. choose.

"There are four villages. Why, you are not thinking of uniting them, are you?" Zi Nu, who was rushing to the door, looked back and asked, with a look of surprise in her purple eyes.

"That may not work. Although the majority of the four villages are Zhao fugitives, the ones who really hold the power are the extremely vicious Zhao fugitives. These people are ruthless and greedy, but there are no people from the military in Daliangshan and Longshan villages. Follow the rules." Zi Nu shook her head.

It's not that she hasn't thought about uniting the forces of those Zhao State fugitives, but Zhao State's fugitives are too weak, and those fugitives are too vicious, so they are not suitable partners for cooperation.

"They don't follow rules, we can set rules for them." Yang Ming said, his voice was the same as before, but Zi Nu heard something else from Yang Ming's voice at this time.

Zi Nu looked at Yang Ming in front of her. Yang Ming, who was holding Xue Nu carefully, looked like a good boy who loved his sister.

His face is very clean. Every morning and evening, no matter how cold the weather is, he washes his hands, feet and face with cold water or snow. He is as fastidious as a child of a wealthy family.

At fifteen or sixteen years old, he still looks immature, but his figure is already extremely tall and strong, and there is a heroic spirit in his dark eyes. Sometimes there will be a flash of shyness and immaturity, and you can even see it. A touch of melancholy, the melancholy of a young man.

Along the way, Zi Nu thought she had a full understanding of Yang Ming, but at this time, Zi Nu realized that she might be wrong. Yang Ming's words were still calm, but in that cold voice, Zi Nu I heard an aura called domineering.

If that's not a juvenile delusion, maybe I really should re-examine this 'friend' of mine.

"Establish rules? Ming, are you kidding? Those fugitives are all extremely vicious people, and their cruelty is even more cruel than you imagine." Zi Nu, whose thoughts were racing because of Yang Ming's words, calmed herself down and said .

"Then we will be more ferocious than them, more evil than them." Yang Ming grinned, his white teeth glowing coldly in the winter sun.

I may have really misunderstood, this is definitely not a good boy. Zi Nu shouted in her heart.

"Viciousness is not just words, it also requires stronger power. Without enough power, the so-called viciousness is just the roar of a tiger, and even a hunting dog cannot retreat." Zi Nu said in a condensed voice.

"If I add your strength, it should be no problem to take down the weakest village." As Yang Ming spoke, he had already looked at Zi Nu's waist hidden under the wide robe. There, there was a Like a poisonous snake's sword.

"Although my martial arts are good, I still can't win a stronghold. As for you?" Zi Nu looked at Yang Ming. She believed that Yang Ming could become the most brave and skilled warrior in the army, but that was in the future, and Yang Ming was still too young now. Smaller.