When I was in Qin Dynasty, I really didn't want to make progress

Yang Chong didn't care about anything now. In his world at this moment, there was only his bride. Her name was Wei Nishang, a little woman from Weijiazhuang, a woman who was a fish but was thinking about fishing. As for other things, Yang Chong didn't care at all.

He has been a vulgar man from beginning to end, a very vulgar man. Perhaps he can never be a so-called hero because he is too easily tempted.

If death is the inevitable outcome, then Yang Chong hopes that he can choose his own way of death, which is drowning. As for the fire, he has already forgotten it. At this moment, there is only Jingwei in his eyes.

However, soon he was no longer satisfied with the pleasure of his eyes alone. He also had hands, mouth, and many more things that wanted to share with his eyes the pleasure called Jingwei.

More importantly, Yang Chong has never been a stingy person, especially to himself, Yang Chong is even more generous, so he took action, whether it was his hands, mouth, or other things.

He has never been a person who only knows how to move his heart, he is a real action-oriented person.

The light illuminated the two shadows on the wall. As the light rose and fell, the two shadows also moved. With a faint sound, the two shadows completely merged together and turned into a larger darkness.

Something bloomed this night, a flower?

……

In the early morning, the summer sun shone into the room through the gauze on the window and fell on Jingwei's face. The traces left last night were particularly dazzling against the jade-like skin. The small and rosy lips trembled a few times and then slightly pursed. With the trembling eyelashes, a pair of eyes opened, and the hazy eyes slowly solidified in the sunlight.

Suddenly, Jingwei felt tense all over, and everything that happened last night gradually emerged in her mind. She only remembered that in the end, she seemed to have no control over herself at all and could only let him dominate her. She thought of his greed, and she seemed to be the prey, until she finally fell asleep completely.

Sleeping? Thinking of this, Jingwei was shocked. As a killer, she kept one eye open even when she was resting. But last night, at the end of last night, she actually fell asleep completely and forgot to be alert. Was she too tired? Jingwei moved her neck in thought, and Yang Chong, her current husband, appeared in her sight.

Yang Chong was now sitting cross-legged on the outside of the bed, facing the sunlight shining into the room. His breathing was very rhythmic. Jing Wei could even sense the true energy in Yang Chong's body, which she thought was quite strong.

But the aura on Yang Chong made Jingwei feel a little strange. That kind of true energy had the charm of a great man and was definitely a righteous martial art. But somehow, Jingwei could feel a gloomy and weird feeling from the flow of Yang Chong's true energy. The contrast between the positive and the negative made it even more weird.

Jingwei looked at Yang Chong's back. His thick black hair fell behind him, covering the muscles of his back, but the outline alone gave people a feeling of strength. There seemed to be true energy flowing through the meridians between his arms, which were not thick but strong. Jingwei had already had a full and real experience of the power of this body last night.

He is currently practicing the six parts of the Yan Emperor's inheritance that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Yang family, which is the purpose of my mission this time? Jingwei moved her body slightly while thinking, and then frowned. The feeling from her body made her feel a little uncomfortable and a little painful, but if it was just pain, it wouldn't make her so.

In her career as a killer, she had suffered worse injuries, and the pain she felt then was much more intense than it was now. But along with the pain, there was another indescribable feeling.

This thing that was beyond Jingwei's cognition made her show a hint of dissatisfaction, and she hated this feeling.

At this time, Yang Chong had no intention of caring about Jing Wei's thoughts. He had already put all his mind into cultivation.

Yang Chong attracted the external vital energy into his body, and while the Nine Yin True Qi was circulating, it performed the function of Yi Jin Jian Gu Chapter, nourishing the meridians and strengthening the tendons and bones.

It was not until the scorching sun was high in the sky that Yang Chong woke up from his practice. He then turned his head to look at his lovely wife beside him. She was looking at him curiously and asked with her red lips opened, "Husband, were you practicing just now?"

"My lady, you also know about cultivation?" Yang Chong asked in surprise.

"I don't know, but my husband looked like he was practicing just now. I could feel a warm feeling even when I was just staying by your side." Jingwei said to the husband in front of her with her eyes flashing. She had already entered the role of Luowang Killer and was asking Yang Chong about his secrets.

"My wife is now a member of our Yang family, so these things should not be a secret to you." Yang Chong said.

"Is it appropriate?" Jingwei asked. There was no trace of curiosity on her face, but her slightly pricked ears betrayed her thoughts.

She approached Yang Chong for the secrets of the six divisions of Emperor Yan inherited by the Yang family. Now that she had handed over everything, it was impossible for her to give up this mission. Now that Yang Chong took the initiative to agree, she naturally had to investigate thoroughly.

Otherwise, last night’s loss would have been in vain.

But, did Jingwei really get nothing?

That's not entirely true. Jingwei's physique? That's extraordinary.

Chapter 41 It’s over, it’s over

"What's inappropriate? You are my wife now, we are a family, and we are the closest people to each other in the world." Yang Chong stretched out his hand and stroked Jingwei's pretty face. Even though he had tasted everything about her last night, even though he knew that she was a killer of Luowang and had a deadly poison, he still felt a restlessness burning in his heart.

But I am not a lustful person. Jiang Nu has been my bedside maid for a year, and I never touched her. Yan Lingji is a great enchantress who calls me brother in a coquettish voice all day long, but I haven't done anything inappropriate to her, right?

I just compromised and sacrificed my appearance just to survive, I had no choice but to do this. Yang Chong thought to himself, but he no longer felt any burden in his heart.

In front of Jingwei's eyes that could reflect his own shadow, Yang Chong continued, "The martial arts I practice is called Nine Yin Manual, which is a kind of... well, a very strong martial arts. To be precise, it's not one kind, but a set of martial arts involving internal strength, martial arts, body movements, illusions, etc."

"Nine Yin Scriptures? Is my husband a disciple of Taoism?" Jingwei asked in surprise. Nine Yin, Nine Yin, it seems that only Taoists or people from the Yin-Yang school would use such words.

“No, the Nine Yin Scriptures is our Yang family’s inherited martial art.” Yang Chong explained, but his palm had already moved downwards uncontrollably until he grasped one point, and then he felt a sense of fulfillment and solidity.

"Is he so powerful?" Jingwei held down Yang Chong's mischievous hand and showed a look of shock mixed with a little admiration.

"Of course." Yang Chong said, and then called out "Madam".

In Jingwei's slightly flustered eyes, Yang Chong had already leaned over, kissed Jingwei's delicate forehead, and said, "My lady, I miss your smell a little bit."

Before Jingwei could respond, Yang Chong had already kissed her slightly open lips. In the midst of the attack, Jingwei's weak hands were pressed on both sides of her cheeks. She looked at Yang Chong, who was leaning in front of her, with a pair of resentful eyes. For a moment, she didn't know what to say and just felt a little strange.

While Yang Chong was immersed in the land of tenderness last night, Yang Lin and his son, who were hundreds of miles away, were in a completely different mood.

Yang Chong had been away for a long time and considering the incident at Dalong Mountain, Yang Lin couldn't help but worry, so he sent people to Weijiazhuang. It would have been fine if he hadn't sent anyone, but as soon as he sent someone, something bad happened.

The person sent did not dare to enter Weijia Village at all, but he also brought back a piece of news from outside Weijia Village.

The entire Weijia Village was blocked off. The person sent saw someone escaping from Weijia Village, but it turned into wreckage in an instant.

The hell-like scene made the man dare not enter Weijia Village at all. He fled back in a panic and brought this news to Yang Lin.

"Variables, variables, how could such a disaster happen in Weijiazhuang?" After sending away the confidant who reported the news, Yang Lin, who seemed rough but was actually quite scheming, could no longer hide his anxiety.

Of course, Yang Lin’s anxiety was not because he was worried about Yang Chong’s life or death, but because he was worried that something unexpected would happen to Yang Chong, which would cause unnecessary changes to the plan he had been planning for nearly twenty years.

"Father, if you ask me, Yang Chong is dead, so be it. His identity has been confirmed anyway. Even if he is dead, it will not change that." Qi Fu said with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Although he knew that everything his father invested in Yang Chong was fake, Qi Fu felt jealous when he thought of the benefits Yang Chong had received since childhood. This had nothing to do with reason, it was just human nature.

But things are different now. Yang Chong is trapped in Weijiazhuang and there is a great possibility that he will never come back. This made Qi Fu have an idea: People with little blessings will have to pay for enjoying too many things that do not belong to them.

"Things may not be that simple." Yang Lin said worriedly

He hated the feeling of being out of control, especially now that he and Qi Fu were the last direct descendants of the Lu family and he no longer had the opportunity to make mistakes.

Thinking of the threat from the farmers and the sudden changes in Weijia Village, Yang Lin felt powerless. He had exhausted all his calculations, but in the face of changes and absolute strength, he was still so powerless.

"Father, let's make the best of it. If Yang Chong dies, it may not be a bad thing for us. The dead Yang Chong may be more useful than the living Yang Chong." Qi Fu comforted his father.

"Now it seems that this is the only way. Weijiazhuang is under the jurisdiction of Xu County. As a large county, there is a troop of Wei Wuzu stationed there. However, those Wei Wuzu turned a blind eye to the changes in Weijiazhuang. It seems that the enemy that Wei Sikong is facing is not trivial. Yang Chong, alas, he has been raised for so many years after all. What a pity." Yang Lin sighed.

"Wei State?" Qi Fu muttered to himself, and couldn't help but think of the news he heard from Yang Lin. They took refuge in Yangdi of Han State because of the relationship between Xinling Jun Wei Wuji. That was also one of the few relationships that he and his son could still use.

While the father and son were talking, they did not realize that there was a pair of ears hiding in the dark corner where they could not see and eavesdropping on their conversation.

Yan Lingji had always noticed that Qi Fu often went in and out of the Yang family. For this reason, she couldn't help but feel a little curious. So when Qi Fu came to the house again under the cover of night, she felt bored because Yang Chong was not there, so she acted like a "gentleman on the beam".

However, as she eavesdropped, Yan Lingji felt something was wrong. She was just curious out of boredom, but she never thought that she would be able to hear such a big secret.

When she heard that Weijiazhuang was really blocked by assassins and turned into a death zone, Yan Lingji couldn't help but sigh at Yang Chong's foresight. Then she became a little worried, worried about whether Yang Chong's gamble with his life in Weijiazhuang would go smoothly and whether he could win the bet.

But as she listened, Yan Lingji's mood changed. The worry disappeared, and was replaced by doubt.

How is it possible? Qi Fu is Yang Lin's son. They are the true descendants of the six tribes of Emperor Yan? The conversation between Yang Lin and Qi Fu was heard by Yan Lingji.

There were ripples of doubt in those watery eyes.

If Qi Fu is Yang Lin’s biological son, then who is Yang Chong?

If Yang Lin and Qi Fu are descendants of the former royal family of Qi State and successors of the six tribes of Emperor Yan, then what is Yang Chong?

Thinking of what Yang Chong had said and the promise he had made to her, Yan Lingji couldn't help but be shocked.

Am I being cheated? Suddenly realizing something, Yan Lingji no longer cared about eavesdropping. She hid in the darkness and ran straight out of the village. Under the willow tree by the river, she buried the things Yang Chong had left for her.

If everything about Yang Chong is false, then could the things Yang Chong left behind be true?

Chapter 42 No one has ever been so kind to me

Realizing that she might have been cheated, Yan Lingji hurried to a willow tree beside the creek and started digging without caring that it was the middle of the night.

The conversation between Yang Lin and Qi Fu contained so much information that she couldn't afford to hesitate at all.

When a pile of sand appeared beside Yan Lingji, the wooden box that she had buried finally appeared in her sight.

"This is it. I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise I will hate you to death." Yan Lingji muttered to herself as she opened the wooden box. As for the agreement with Yang Chong, she had long since forgotten about it.

As the wooden box opened, neatly stacked bamboo slips appeared in front of Yan Lingji.

Yan Lingji took out a scroll directly, and impatiently ran a finger across the cloth strips that bound the bamboo slips, and then gradually unfolded them in front of her.

It was impossible to read words in the dark, but Yan Lingji had her own lighting. She spread the bamboo slips in the wooden box, and flames burst out from her left palm. The words on the bamboo slips were clearly reflected in her eyes.

"I knew that you, Yan Lingji, would not keep your promise. Of course, keeping a promise is not something you would do." Looking at the words on the bamboo slips, Yan Lingji's palms trembled, and even the illuminating flame shook. In her heart, she felt a little guilty.

"However, considering the relationship between us, although I cannot ask you, Yan Lingji, to keep your promise for three years, I think you can still do it in one month. So, when you open this wooden box, if I haven't returned from Weijiazhuang yet, then I have lost the bet. The price of losing is my life." Yan Lingji calmed herself down and read along the handwriting on the bamboo slips.

"Do you think you can predict the future? It's not even a month yet." Yan Lingji curled her lips. She saw the words with her eyes, but it seemed like Yang Chong's voice was echoing in her ears, and then a trace of worry arose in her heart.

Just now, she also heard about the changes in Weijiazhuang. Combined with what Yang Chong told her before he left, she was still worried about the assassins that Yang Chong was planning to trap and Yang Chong's current situation.

"However, if I really lose the bet, then nothing will matter. The whereabouts of the Red-browed Dragon Snake is in the last bamboo slip." Yan Lingji looked at this and felt a little relieved. Maybe Yang Chong did not lie to her, and the news she wanted to know most was real.

However, if it were normal times, faced with the news of the whereabouts of the Red-browed Dragon Snake, Yan Lingji would probably have been impatient to turn the wooden box upside down and take the last bamboo slip in her hands. But now she didn't do that. Faced with the news recording the whereabouts of the Red-browed Dragon Snake, her mind was only slightly shaken, but her eyes still stayed on the bamboo slips in her hands.

"Although the Red-browed Dragon Snake has always had no sense of his own strength and is both weak and addicted, it is undeniable that he is still a very powerful master. Those who can catch him and imprison him will only be stronger. Even if you know his whereabouts, Yan Lingji, you must not rush to save him. With your strength, it is impossible for you to rescue him from the hands of those who imprisoned the Red-browed Dragon Snake. If you do that, you will only be giving yourself up." Yan Lingji looked at this, pursed her lips slightly, and an angry look emerged.

"Am I that stupid? You are the one who is giving away your life now." Yan Lingji said with disdain, but she did not react at all to Yang Chong's words "slandering" her boss. Did she forget, or was it not that important?

"Don't forget our agreement. It was three years. It was three years. Don't worry. I didn't make the three-year agreement just to trick you, little sister. The rest of the bamboo slips in the wooden box contain the martial arts Nine Yin Manual written by me, which is also the martial arts I am practicing now. In three years, you should be able to practice it with your talent. By then, with your fire witchcraft plus the martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual, you will be able to become a top master. At that time, if you go to save that red-browed dragon snake again, I think even if you can't save it, you can still protect yourself from being caught."

Yan Lingji read it word by word, and before she knew it, the third scroll of bamboo slips had been unfolded by her.

"Is the Nine Yin Scriptures very powerful? You are obviously weak, so how powerful can the martial arts you practice be?" Yan Lingji still said with disgust, but deep in her heart, a soft spot that had never been touched by anyone was touched.

"But you are smart enough to know that I will not keep my promise, so you opened the wooden box early. It's just..." As Yan Lingji watched, she felt that the bamboo slips in her hands were getting heavier and heavier.

But is it really the bamboo slips that are heavy? The bamboo slips are right there, how could they suddenly become heavier? What really became heavier was the weight of the bamboo slips' owner in Yan Lingji's heart.

"But, why should I listen to you? Nine Yin Manual? I won't practice such inferior martial arts. What's the three-year agreement? Will I spend three years for you? You are dreaming. Who am I? I am Yan Lingji. The rules of you Central Plains people don't apply to me, a Yue people. If you die, I will burn you with fire and then blow you to pieces. I guarantee that not even a trace of you will be left."

When Yan Lingji's mind was moved, she felt that even her heart became soft, and even her eyes became sore.

"Yan Lingji should be very touched now, right? Has no one ever been so nice to you? Don't be touched, I have my own reasons for doing this. Someone said that there are three levels of death. The first level is physical death, the second level is being forgotten by family and relatives, and the third level is being forgotten by the world. I did this just because I don't want to be completely forgotten by the world. As long as you practice the Nine Yin Manual, every time you use the martial arts in it, you will think of me, and I will live in your heart forever."

"Tsk, you little thief, that's a nice thought." Yan Lingji couldn't help but sneer when she saw this, but why did she feel so heavy in her heart?

"Death is really a terrible thing! So, Yan Lingji, you must not forget me. Just like when you took advantage of me in the past and called yourself your sister, I accepted it. You may be the only mark I leave in this world." As the last column of words appeared in Yan Lingji's eyes, she directly threw away the bamboo slips in her hand.

"If you die, I won't remember you. Besides, it's better if you die, so that I don't have to repay you." Yan Lingji murmured.

"Yes, you should just die. If you die, I won't have to keep my promise, and that will be a relief."

Yan Lingji opened her arms while talking to herself: "What a relaxing feeling, without the comfort of gratitude, I am completely free, truly free."

It's impossible to save Yang Chong.

Remember Yang Chong, that is even more impossible.

Yan Lingji was sitting on the grass. She was of the fire element and suddenly felt a little cold.

Chapter 43: Graduation Examination of Guigu Disciples (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

The killing in Weijiazhuang is still going on. Amidst the blood and fire, Weijiazhuang is completely shrouded in darkness.

Is there light at the end of darkness?

The answer is yes.

On the road from Heji to Xu County, a mule cart loaded with wheat straw was moving slowly on the road.

This is a very ordinary mule cart. The lighter wheat straw is piled high, obviously made by an old farmer. Such loading technology is really impossible for ordinary people except experienced farmers.

But a mule cart loaded with straw is just a mule cart and nothing will change.

But what if the person above is different?

The driver was not a farmer but a young man, who looked no more than twenty years old, with a handsome face and an upright figure. Although he was not dressed in gold or jade or silk or satin, he had a certain bearing.

If we consider the long sword pressed against his leg, it is clearly telling the world: I am not ordinary.

In fact, he was indeed extraordinary, for he was Gai Nie, the contemporary disciple of Guiguzi and the successor of the Zongheng middle lineage. Although he was only twenty years old now, he had already inherited all the Zongheng middle lineage of Guiguzi. His sword skills were enough to make him qualified to be the strongest person of the younger generation in the seven countries.

"Weijiazhuang? What could be there? It actually caught the teacher's eye and made him choose it as a test for Xiaozhuang and me?" Gai Nie looked at the city wall of Xu County that was vaguely visible in the distance. Weijiazhuang was not far away, but what on earth was there?

"Brother, your mind is in turmoil." While Gai Nie was lost in thought, a deep voice came from the tall straw mountain.

He was a young man with short white hair. What was even more peculiar was that even his eyebrows were white. He was lying on the hemp stalks in a lazy posture. He had a cold expression and a gloomy yet domineering look. It was obvious at first glance that he was not someone who was easy to get along with. Even though he seemed to be joking at this moment, his face was still very serious. It was just that his seriousness seemed a little inconsistent with his lazy posture.

Such a person shouldn't relax himself to such an extent, but he did it anyway.

Because he would only show this attitude in front of his senior brother.

He is Wei Zhuang, who is a disciple of Guiguzi together with Gai Nie, and inherits the horizontal lineage. He should call Gai Nie "senior brother", but he prefers to call Gai Nie "senior brother".