Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

When the appointment from Xianyang Palace spread throughout Xianyang, everyone who paid attention to the situation immediately understood what the name Yang Ming meant to Xianyang in the future.

The Great Qin Zuo Shu Chief and the Central Guard Army are about to form a full strength of 30,000 forbidden troops. The meaning behind this...

Especially when such a person has the support of Empress Dowager Zhao, the so-called young powerful man is nothing more than that.

For a while, many people had the idea of ​​making friends, but when they were about to take action, they were shocked to find that although Yang Ming had been from Xianyang for several years, they were actually with this man who had already appeared for a long time. There is no interaction with the young and powerful young man. Even if he wants to make friends with such a person, for a while, he doesn't know where to start.

At this time, Yang Ming naturally had no intention of caring about other people's thoughts, because he was going to a place: the Meng family.

Compared with when Yang Ming left Xianyang a few months ago, Meng Ao was even older at this time, like a candle in the wind, his wax tears were about to run out, and there was not much time left.

Meng Tian, ​​who was supposed to go to Taiyuan County and join the Pingyang Heavy Armor Army, did not leave Xianyang. He seemed to have known that his grandfather would hardly survive the winter of the seventh year of Qin Wangzheng's reign.

"I heard that today in the court, you were appointed as the Central Guard?" Meng Ao walked out of the room with Meng Tian's support, bathed in the sunshine, and felt a little more angry. The veteran who had fought all his life asked What arrived was Yang Ming's appointment.

"Yes, in addition to this, there is also the matter of forming the Forbidden Army." Yang Ming added.

Compared with other functions and powers of the Central Guard Army, the 30,000-strong Forbidden Army establishment is what Yang Ming really values. Military power is the most reliable thing, and compared to political affairs, Yang Ming still prefers the military.

"I don't know who pushed you into this position. This is putting you on the fire." Meng Ao sat on the recliner and said. At this time, he couldn't hold on even if he stood for a little longer. .

"It's nothing more than the king and Lu Xiangguo." Yang Ming said with a smile. Regarding the calculation behind the position of the Central Guards Army, although Yang Ming could not get a full picture of it because he did not have enough information, but according to his own Although he has a lot of knowledge, he can still see some of it.

"So you all know about it?" Meng Ao said a little surprised.

"How can we take advantage of all the good things? There will always be losses when there are gains." Yang Ming said.

"I hope you are just more open-minded, not just out of confidence." Meng Ao took a deep look at Yang Ming. Even though he had read all the ups and downs in the world, it was difficult to see what kind of person Yang Ming was.

Yang Ming seems to be very cautious in his actions, but the madness he sometimes shows unintentionally is beyond people's imagination, making Meng Ao only doubt that his previous judgment was wrong.

"Maybe it's both?" Yang Ming said.

"Then you will be in trouble in the future." Meng Ao pointed at Yang Ming and shook his head with a smile.

"How is your health, old general? The internal energy I practice contains the vitality of human beings. Maybe I can help you." Yang Ming couldn't help but feel a little concerned when he saw that Meng Ao had lost the support of his energy and spirit, and was so skinny. .

After all, in the past few years since Yang Ming came to Xianyang, he had received a lot of care from the Meng family. Meng Ao had never harbored any secrets about himself and taught Yang Ming all his life-long combat experience. This is because Although the person who imparts the gift of teaching does not have the name of master and disciple, he still has the actual status of master and disciple.

"No need. Try your best to maintain your remaining life. That is what only the weak should do." Meng Ao refused.

"I see, I'm the one who said too much." Yang Ming looked at Meng Ao, and understood from his old eyes what was in Meng Ao's heart. This is a truly strong man, not because he has been so powerful in his life. How many enemies he has defeated, how many enemy troops he has slain, and how many cities he has captured, but he has surpassed himself time and time again. Even now, when his life is about to come to an end, he still has not faced death. Has the slightest hint of cowardice.

"Compared with this, I want to hear about your experience during this expedition. On the bank of Pu River, the number of 20,000 soldiers exceeded 50,000. What is going on? I am very curious." Meng Ao asked.

The few words circulated from the military newspapers could only glimpse a corner of the Battle of Zhongpu River, but Meng Ao wanted to know everything.

"Since the old general is curious, I naturally want to tell you everything." Yang Ming replied. Between his words, a war that was beyond Meng Ao's expectation slowly unfolded in front of him.

It was almost dusk when Yang Ming left the Meng family. During the conversation, Yang Ming learned that Meng Tian did stay in Xianyang because of his grandfather Meng Ao. In this way, in the eighth year of the Qin Dynasty, Meng Tian In the Pingyang heavy armor army, it is reasonable to hold the position of commander of thousands.

In the backyard of Yang Mansion, Hu Ji, who was dressed in single clothes, was waving a scimitar. Among the heavy shadows of the knife was a vigorous figure. The sword manual sent by Concubine Yan, in just a few months, turned out to be... He has been trained by Hu Ji to be in good shape.

Beside, the two figures clinging tightly to each other were the twin girls named Black and White. At this time, the two little girls cuddled tightly together to keep warm and looked into the distance with burning eyes. Hu Ji was as fierce as a female leopard. Although they didn't know what Hu Ji was doing holding that scimitar and dancing around all day long, they still found it interesting. After all, she looked so majestic.

However, the child's interest came and went quickly. After watching it for a while, the two women felt bored. Then they involuntarily breathed out a white breath on the other's little face that was exactly the same as theirs, and looked at the other one. Shrouded in a white air, the two girls giggled at the same time. Children's happiness is always so simple.

Suddenly, the sword light that shrouded Hu Ji's body withdrew and turned into streaks of swords slashing towards the ground, directly cutting the stone slabs on the ground into pieces.

Looking at the fragmented stone slab in front of her, Hu Ji's expression showed a look of dissatisfaction. Although the sword she had just struck was three-quarters dominant, its power was too scattered. According to the sword manual, when she started to get started with swordsmanship, her sword was too powerful. The requirement of cutting out and condensing the strength into a thread is still far, far away.

"Huh, take your time, take your time, there's no rush." ​​Hu Ji inserted the scimitar into the scabbard at her waist, but her ears couldn't help but twitch, and then she suddenly looked behind her. At the entrance to the backyard, An extra figure has appeared.

"Master?" As his eyes slowly focused on that figure, Hu Ji's eyes gradually bloomed with a moving brilliance.

"My sword skills are pretty good." Yang Ming looked at Hu Ji in front of him and said.

After not seeing each other for several months, the little Hu Ji seemed to have grown bigger.

"No, there's still a long way to go." Hu Ji shook her head, showing a bit more reserve of a girl. She learned these things from her friends, because her friend said that the master might like it. A reserved girl.

"It's not good if you are too modest. Besides, the humble little Hu Ji is not that cute." Yang Ming said.

What is the charm of Hu Ji? Naturally, it was the wildness in her body. If this compound eliminated the wildness in Hu Ji, Yang Ming would probably be very disappointed.

"Really? Then I think if I were still in the tribe now, I could become the number one warrior in the tribe." Hu Ji grinned after hearing this.

She didn't like this city very much. Compared to the advanced cities among the Seven Kingdoms, Hu Ji preferred the primitive Taihang Mountains and the prairie that was passed down orally among the tribesmen.

"Perhaps she can also become the matriarch of a tribe." Yang Ming joked.

Among the women he knows, there are queen mothers, bosses, killers, royal princesses, ladies of great families, and proud daughters of hundreds of families. If there is one more matriarch among the primitive barbarians, things will seem to be better. Be more interesting.

"A matriarch who surrenders to her master?" Hu Ji smiled, she had already rushed into Yang Ming's arms, wrapped her arms around Yang Ming's neck, came close to Yang Ming's ear, and used her still-bringing Qin Yu said with a special Hu style: "Master, when are you going to eat your prey?"

"What is this prey you are talking about?" Yang Ming put one hand on Hu Ji's hip and held Hu Ji in his arms in a very interesting posture, speaking playfully.

"Master really doesn't know?" Hu Ji held Yang Ming's neck and used a little force to hold Yang Ming into her arms. She believed that even if she only used a little strength in her arms, she could make Yang Ming Ming lowered her head, because she never used the power of her own arms, but the power of another place.

Hu Ji's prediction was correct. Compared with the limited power between a girl's arms, Yang Ming had no resistance to the girl's invisible power.

Therefore, Yang Ming fell into deep evil.

What will happen to Yang Ming who is trapped in evil?

Is he sticking to his heart? Or should we sink in the huge evil from Hu Ji, expose the essence of evil, try the law by oneself, and finally sink in evil and be liberated from evil?

"Master, how is this prey? Are you satisfied?" Hu Ji said tremblingly after a long time.

"It's the time when the taste is perfect and the heat is getting better." Yang Ming laughed. He had long been accustomed to this decadent and decadent era. He hugged Hu Ji and headed directly towards the bedroom.