Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

"This set of sword techniques can be called the Ruyi Lian Lian, the Eight Heavenly Demon Styles. Each style is divided into thirty-six moves, and each move has thirty-six variations. It can be said that it exhausts the wonderful changes in sword techniques. If this set of sword techniques can be combined Mastering it can give you an opportunity to enter the realm of a grandmaster, but it is extremely difficult to enter a great master." Yang Ming stroked the short knife in front of him and said to Hu Ji and the boy beside her.

"Why is this?" Hu Ji asked in surprise. Now she is a first-class master. Under the influence of Yang Ming, Concubine Yan, Jing Salamander and others, Hu Ji, who is already extremely talented, has naturally made rapid progress in martial arts. , Hu Ji still pursues a master, even a grand master. Of course, she doesn't like force very much, purely because she doesn't want to lose face at home.

Although the sisters are harmonious most of the time, especially in front of Yang Ming, since they are human beings, how can they not have a temper of their own, especially among the women in the Yang family? Women who can be called heroes among women are not arrogant and arrogant. Even if they do not compete with each other to be the strongest, they cannot allow themselves to become the weakest.

Now that she heard Yang Ming say that her sword skills had an upper limit, Hu Ji couldn't help but feel a little anxious, especially now that she had to teach her son.

"A grandmaster is a realm beyond ordinary people. A dead swordsman cannot become a living master." Yang Mingdao said that although Hu Ji is smart, he still has his own cognitive limits after all, and a great master is something beyond Hu Ji's cognition. .

"Practice hard. You have to walk the path of a master by yourself. When you truly master this set of sword techniques, you will find your own path." Yang Ming said.

"Well, Mao Dun and I will definitely work hard to practice and won't let my husband down." Hu Ji nodded firmly.

Hearing his son's name again, Yang Ming couldn't help but twitching at the corners of his eyes. Yang Ming's eldest son was born to Hu Ji. He was born in September of the fourteenth year of King Qin's reign. At that time, out of laziness, Yang Ming also paid attention to Hu Ji. Ji and other wives and concubines are considerate. After all, Yang Ming now has several heirs, but Hu Ji and others only have one heir, so it is a good thing to give the right to name the heir to all the wives and concubines.

But that’s where the problem came from. There was nothing wrong with the names Gongsun Li and Jing salamander gave their sons, but it was Hu Ji who had the problem. Although Hu Ji had been living by Yang Ming’s side since she was a teenager, in life In terms of habits, there is no difference from the Qin people, but in terms of cultural upbringing, she is completely different from Gongsun Li, Jing salamander and others. She actually named her son "Maodun" based on the language habits and traditions of the northern Hu people. name.

When she heard the name for the first time, Hu Ji couldn't imagine Yang Ming's mood at all, especially since Yang Ming also knew that if she had never appeared in this world, Hu Ji would not come to Xianyang, but would appear. On the northern prairie, the story of his own achievements will also leave more stories because of a child named Moton.

However, Touman has become a pile of withered bones at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. Hu Ji and Mao Dun naturally have nothing to do with him. Those stories are just stories. But now, Yang Ming has doubts about the future direction of things. Yes, this is an idealistic world, and many things require metaphysics.

Thinking of this, Yang Mingnan said strangely: "Hu Ji, can we discuss and give this kid a different name?"

"Why? Isn't Maodun's name bad?" Hu Ji asked puzzledly. Yang Ming had told her about this matter several times, which made Hu Ji couldn't help but have rebellious thoughts. Why did her sisters give her such a bad name? There was no problem with naming the child, but now there was a problem? This made Hu Ji quite unconvinced.

"No, no." Yang Ming said helplessly. In this family, he was probably the only one who thought the name of his eldest son was weird. As for the others, although they didn't understand it, they still respected Hu Ji's rights as her mother.

"In the language of our northern Hu people, Maodun means a hero under the sky. There is no better name than it." Hu Ji solemnly explained that she felt it was necessary to change Yang Ming's attitude in this matter. Thoughts on things.

"It's up to you, little guy, you have to practice hard and don't let your mother down." Yang Ming patted the little guy's head and said.

It's just a name. He may not go to the grassland in this life, so everything naturally has no more meaning. Yang Ming said to himself in his heart.

"I will definitely become the strongest hero under the sky." Under Yang Ming's big hands, the little boy seemed to have received some hint of encouragement, and the enthusiasm in his eyes became even hotter. Driven by this enthusiasm, He already has the most basic motivation to become a master.

"You are ambitious, so now let me practice your mother's sword skills. Remember, you can't make a mistake." Yang Ming said.

"Yes." The little guy nodded and ran away holding the wooden knife carved by his mother Hu Ji for him. He wanted to become the strongest among his brothers and sisters.

Yang Ming left the small courtyard where Hu Ji was. He walked through the courtyard door and turned into an aisle, only to find a woman in a light green long skirt with narrow shoulders leaning against the wall. Looking at the aisle that was not too spacious, I don't know what I was thinking about, but after hearing Yang Ming's footsteps, my contemplative eyes gradually regained their focus.

Before Yang Ming could figure out why she was here, the light green figure had already thrown herself into Yang Ming's arms. For a moment, Yang Ming only felt that Nuan Yu was in her arms.

"Who is bullying our little Nongyu?" Sniffing the scent of the long burgundy hair in front of him, Yang Ming couldn't figure out who this suddenly impulsive woman was. Isn't it Nongyu?

"No one." Hearing Yang Ming's teasing words with concern, Nongyu raised her head. There were light tears on her plump and round cheeks, and her big eyes were full of tears. The tears are watery and make people feel pity for them.

"What's going on? Why do you look wronged?" Yang Ming held Nong Yu's waist and walked forward. Even if he had something to say, this was not the right place to talk after all.

"I'm not wronged. I'm happy, happy." Nongyu, who was still reluctant to leave Yang Ming's arms even if she wanted to move forward, explained that this calm woman who seemed gentle but actually had a dark belly had too many qualities. got excited.

Looking at Nong Yu's expression, Yang Ming had already thought of a possibility, so he asked knowingly: "Who did you see?"

"I saw my mother." Nong Yu said.

"Is it Mrs. Hu?" Yang Ming said. Of course, Yang Ming knew the story between Mrs. Hu and Nong Yu. If not for this, when Hu Meiren sent her sister to Xianyang through connections, Yang Ming might not have kept Mrs. Hu in the mansion. Among them, Mrs. Hu is beautiful, but she is nothing more than that. She is a pure vase, a woman without her own soul. In Yang Ming's opinion, she is just average. Although she is not inferior to Hu as his younger sister in appearance. She is a beauty, but in terms of charm and charm, she is far inferior to Hu Meiren.

But who made Mrs. Hu the mother of Nongyu?

"Well, my husband has known this for a long time?" Nong Yu said excitedly. She had never shown such excitement even when she met her mother.

Nongyu's emotions are deep and restrained. If you are not familiar with her, you may even think that Nongyu is too reserved and cold and unkind. But everyone who is familiar with Nongyu knows that It's just a means of self-protection that Nongyu developed due to his childhood experiences.

In another time and space, in her most beautiful years, she accepted the life-or-death mission not just because of the order from another person. It was true that she was a killer, but why did that person let her Going to die is just a matter of kindness, because her parents, because Zi Nu, can do this, and who can say that a woman who puts her own life and death aside is indifferent.

"I have made some guesses. After all, you are very similar, but it is just a guess." Of course, Yang Ming would not admit that he knew the origin between Mrs. Hu and Nong Yu from the beginning. That would be too unpredictable.

"That's good, that's good." Nong Yu murmured and repeated. Family is irreplaceable for most people in the world. After all, the meaning of life often needs to be affirmed through others. If there is no such Meaning, what is the difference between humans and pure animals?

"It's good. Nongyu now has a sister, a mother, and me. If she has another child, wouldn't it be complete?" Yang Ming pinched Nongyu's nose that wrinkled slightly because of her smile and said. .

"Child, no, I don't want it. Now I have to be a child." Nongyu shook her head and said. The child is still a little far away for her. Now she just wants to be a mother, sister and a child. Husband's girl.

Thinking of her current age, and thinking of creatures like girls, Nong Yu couldn't help but laugh out loud: Is there such an old girl as herself? A girl in her mid-twenties?

Of course there is. Nongyu asked and answered himself in his heart. When he raised his head and looked at Yang Ming, his face was already filled with a bright smile.

"Brother-in-law." As Nongyu's mind turned, she let out a melodious voice between her moist red lips.

"Huh?" Yang Ming looked at Nong Yu in surprise. Ever since the two broke through the last layer of their relationship, Nong Yu rarely took the initiative to call him brother-in-law. Even if he did, he would be coaxed by Yang Ming when he was in love. Call out that shameful name, but now?

"Brother-in-law." Nong Yu, who saw the surprise in Yang Ming's eyes, suppressed a smile and called softly again with her voice like a lark.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Ming touched Nongyu's forehead. Could it be that the child was overwhelmed by joy and sorrow?

"Brother-in-law." Nong Yu responded to Yang Ming with the same sultry voice.

"I want to be a kid."