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

Yang Chong, who has practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures and the Qi-absorbing Art, is not very strong now, but definitely not weak. He is no longer powerless in the face of danger. As for the biggest source of danger for Yan Lingji, the night, Yang Chong is confident that as long as he gets through this hurdle with the farmers, no one in South Korea can take him down unless a large army surrounds him. If he can't win, he can just run away. The world is not just South Korea.

"When will we go out and give your fellow villagers a big surprise?" Yan Lingji said with interest.

"Wait a little longer. My energy-absorbing technique will be mastered in a few days. Then I can go out fishing." Yang Chong said.

"A sinister man." Yan Lingji seemed to have learned some extraordinary skills.

……

In Xiliu Village, Qi Fu, who was called by Yang Lin, met Yang Lin not long after waiting, and Jiang Yi was also following Yang Lin.

When he saw Jiang Yi, Qi Fu felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was just thinking about forcing someone's daughter. But it was just embarrassment. Although Jiang Yi was Yang Lin's confidant, a confidant was not as important as a son. In front of Jiang Yi, Qi Fu still had confidence.

"Father, is there something important that you asked me to do just now?" Qi Fu saw that Yang Lin had a serious face and seemed to have no intention of speaking, so he took the initiative to ask.

"The farmers have shown up." Yang Lin said absentmindedly.

"Farmer?" Qi Fu's face changed when he heard that. Is he really here?

"Yes, they found me in the end. After hiding for so many years, I still have to face it eventually." Yang Lin said worriedly.

There are many experts in the six halls of the Farmer's Family, so it is very easy to deal with anyone.

"Father, is there any way we can do this right now?" Qi Fu asked impatiently.

"There is only one thing we can do now, which is to hold a funeral for Yang Chong. Whether he is dead or not, we must draw the attention of the farmers to Yang Chong. If he died in Weijia Village, it would be fine. If he is not dead..." Yang Lin hesitated for a moment, and then said, "If he is not dead, that's even better. In that way, he can attract more attention from the farmers, and you can be truly safe."

"What about you, father?" Qi Fu asked.

"Fake is fake after all. If you don't add some real things, how can you deceive the farmers' eyes?" Yang Lin said.

"Father, is there really no foolproof plan? Facing the threat from the farmers, are we really just going to get killed?" Qi Fu said unwillingly. Yang Lin was his father after all. How could he watch Yang Lin die?

“Be willing to give up. If you want to gain, you have to give up. Fuqi, you are different. Your talent is better than mine. Only you can realize the Lu family’s hope, so you must live.” Yang Lin said solemnly. As a member of the Lu family, now is the time for him to do the last thing for the Lu family.

"Father?" Qi Fu opened his mouth, but it was difficult for him to utter anything. He only knew that at the moment, he could do nothing and nothing he said would be of any value.

"After the farmers have achieved their goal and left, you will leave here and go to the Heji area. In recent years, Qin has been expanding Dongjun there. The farmers will inevitably be restricted if they want to take large-scale actions there. In addition, it is very close to Qi, which will facilitate your future activities in Qi." Yang Lin made the final arrangements.

"Brother Jiang, the restoration of Qi will be left to you from now on." Yang Lin finally looked at Jiang Yi, Jiang Nu's father.

"Don't worry, my lord. I will definitely protect the young master's safety." Jiang Yi said firmly.

"The next step is to arrange the funeral for Yang Chong. Fuqi, you don't have to participate in this matter."

Chapter 63 Return of the Dead

The cool breeze at night is most hurtful.

On the hill behind Xiliu Village, a group of people were digging a deep pit with sad faces. There was a coffin parked beside them, but there was no one in the coffin, only some clothes.

Miss Jiang looked at everything in front of her. Her once bright eyes had now turned red, and her light was gone.

Qin Ming, Zhang Shiwu and others who came to help also had sad looks on their faces. Such a good young man was gone just like that. Matters of life and death are really too unpredictable.

Amidst the mournful music, Yang Lin walked forward, placed his hands on the coffin that had been nailed with copper nails, and said with a look of sorrow and pain: "Chong'er, why are you so cruel that you let your father die before his time?"

Yang Lin's wailing, accompanied by the mournful music played by suona and bamboo flute, made those who heard it sad and brought tears to their eyes.

If there is something more tragic in the world than an old person sending off a young person, it is probably that the black-haired person is the only offspring of the old person, and this is the case with Yang Lin right now.

The people who were helping around also looked reluctant. In order to maintain a good image, Yang Lin had always been kind and generous in the past. As for Yang Chong, he was a simple idiot son of a landlord. He was generous and had no bad habits. Naturally, he had a very good reputation in the village. Such a family had to suffer the tragedy of losing their loved one. Although the villagers could not empathize with them, they still felt heavy in their hearts.

As Yang Lin was heartbroken, the coffin slowly fell into the deep pit.

On a distant hill, a group of weirdos stood there, looking at a funeral in the distance with great interest. Those who could see excitement in a funeral must be a group of perverts, right?

But in fact, this group of weirdos are not only perverts, but also very normal people. They are the best among normal people and the elite among farming elites.

"Brother, tell me, is that kid really dead?" A rough-looking young man asked the leader.

"Ah Hu, the news we got from Weijiazhuang cannot be trusted. Before we see the body of that kid, nothing can be confirmed." The person who spoke was a sturdy young man. The most peculiar thing about him was that he had extremely luxuriant hair on his temples, which made him look more dignified despite his young age.

They came from a farming family, the same farming family that Yang Lin had feared all his life. After years of exploration, they finally found the last direct line of the Lu family.

As for the Qi royal family of the past, the current Tian clan King of Qi had long since let them go and did not kill them all, because they had already seized the Qi State that belonged to the Lu clan. However, the Tian clan Farmer clan was unwilling to do so, because they still had something they wanted but could not get from the Lu family.

Although the Tian clan seized the six tribes of Emperor Yan and turned them into the six halls of the current Nong family, there are some things they were ultimately unable to obtain. It is precisely because of this that although the Nong family has many masters today, they are not as good as the Confucian, Mohist and other schools in terms of top combat power. No true grandmaster has ever been born. Even with the combined efforts of the Six Sages, they are only comparable to the grandmaster.

The reason for all this is that those members of the Lu family took away the most core inheritance of the six tribes of Yan Emperor before they withdrew from the six tribes of Yan Emperor. What they want now is to take back the inheritance of Yan Emperor that should belong to their Nong family, so that the people of the Nong family can get the opportunity to be promoted to grandmasters.

Therefore, some of them, who represented the top fighting force of the young generation of farmers, came, including Tian Meng, Tian Hu, Tian Zhong...

"So, shall we charge in?" The first person to speak was Tian Hu, who had practiced the Tiger Soul Sword Technique and had already opened up the Yang Qiao Meridian and was about to open the Chong Meridian. His sword skills were domineering, and his strength was enough to rank among the top five among the younger generation of the Tian family of farmers. Even if one looked at the entire younger generation of farmers, he was a master who could be ranked among the top ten.

Seeing the target in front of him, he naturally thought of charging in directly because he believed he was strong enough to dominate South Korea.

"Let's wait and see what Yang Lin is planning." Tian Meng said. As the leader of this mission, he prefers to plan before taking action.

Their mission this time is not just to kill people. Killing is only secondary. Their most important goal is to take back the inheritance of Emperor Yan from the hands of the Lu family. Before getting the inheritance, they cannot kill the Lu family directly.

"How long do we have to wait? When the time comes, we will fight our way out and let Tian Mi lure us with magic. Will we still not be able to find the inheritance of Emperor Yan?" Tian Hu was too lazy to wait. Seeing that Tian's long-cherished wish was about to come true, he didn't want to wait.

"Whether the illusion will succeed or not is still uncertain. What we want is to be foolproof, so wait a moment. Now that the prey is in the cage, how can it escape?" Tian Meng said.

Although Tian Mi's illusion is unique among farmers, the Lu family is not ordinary people after all. Tian Meng is not sure whether he can use illusion to get what the Tian family wants. Naturally, he is unwilling to put all his hopes on Tian Mi's illusion.

"Especially this person named Yang Chong. We can't act rashly until we find out his background. Yang Lin is already old, and is just a pile of bones in a tomb. But Yang Chong is different." Tian Meng reminded.

He looks rough, but he is actually the most thoughtful. He is far from being like Tian Hu, who looks rough but is actually even rougher.

"Okay, I'll listen to my eldest brother." Tian Hu thought about it and decided that it would be easiest to listen to his eldest brother, so he simply chose to shut up.

Under the gaze of the farmers, the coffin with only clothes on it had been buried. The pile of clothes stood alone on the hill, and someone was moving a tombstone in front of the grave.

At this moment, two figures appeared at the foot of the hillside. As the two men walked towards the hillside, the expressions of the people who were still immersed in sadness froze on their faces.

"How is this possible?" At this moment, everyone on the hillside felt a chill on their scalps.

Who did they see? They actually saw Yang Chong.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yang Chong, who had already crossed the halfway point of the mountain, looked at the familiar people on the hillside with a smile and asked knowingly.

"Yang Chong?" Qin Ming was the first to react in shock. He wanted to walk down the hillside, but when he raised his feet he couldn't take that step.

"What is this?" Yang Chong's eyes passed over the crowd and finally landed on the tombstone. The smile on his face deepened: "It seems that I have missed a good show. Are you rehearsing the prelude to the dead? Then I, the protagonist, am a little late."

"You're not dead?" Qin Ming forced himself to gather his thoughts and realized that they had done something stupid on the hillside.

"Am I not alive and well now? How could I be related to death?" Yang Chong said in confusion and puzzlement.

"Good son, you're back. That's great, that's great." Yang Lin squeezed out of the crowd, came in front of Yang Chong in a few steps, and hugged him.

"Yes, I'm back." Yang Chong said.

The reunion of father and son, a touching scene was played out on the hillside, which made Qin Ming and others burst into tears. Although they did a stupid thing, fortunately the result was good.

Only Yan Lingji, who came with Yang Chong, curled her lips slightly: Ha, hypocritical man!

Chapter 64 Stunning Time

The return of Yang Chong's ghost made the people in Xiliu Village, who had been feeling sad for a long time, unable to react all of a sudden. The change was so fast that they, who were still immersed in the funeral just now, felt like it was a dream. This was really a bad joke, but it couldn't be better. Being alive is better than anything else.

"How did you escape from Weijiazhuang? I went to look for you, but the people in Weijiazhuang said they had never seen you. I thought your son was killed by those hateful killers." Yang Lin grabbed Yang Chong's arm and looked him up and down, as if afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

"I'm lucky. The massacre in Weijiazhuang didn't happen to me." Yang Chong had a lingering fear on his face. Weijiazhuang was quite thrilling for him, so Yang Chong was not just trying his acting skills at this moment.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." Yang Lin said excitedly. In terms of acting skills, both he and Yang Chong are good enough.

"What about these things now?" asked Zhang Shiwu, who was not very tactful.

In his simple understanding, since Yang Chong has returned, the grave issue must be dealt with. How can a living person have a grave? Isn't that a curse?

"It's tied, it's tied." Yang Lin said with a wave of his hand.

"Father, wait a minute." Yang Chong stopped him.

"My dear son, I was so confused that I thought you had an accident. Now that you are back, there is no reason to let it stand here?" Yang Lin asked puzzledly.

"Just let it stand here, it will always be useful." Yang Chong said.

"What's the use of this thing? But since you said so, my dear son, let it stand here. Maybe it can help you avoid some disasters. As for the matter of Weijiazhuang, it's a good thing that you are back." Yang Lin said with lingering fear.

At this time, everyone recovered from their shock, and their eyes turned to Yang Chong and Yang Lin in confusion. After confirming that Yang Chong was not a ghost, they began to pay attention to people again. But if it was a human, who could compare with Yan Lingji in charm?

At this time, Yan Lingji was standing behind Yang Chong, with her long hair tied with a few wooden hairpins, fluttering in the mountain breeze, brushing across her face, covering most of her face. Her half-covered face added a bit of mystery, and her black and red shirt made her perfect figure stand out between heaven and earth. She just stood there quietly.

For a moment, the whole world became quiet. The previous grief and shock just now disappeared at this moment. These people on the top of the mountain were originally living people, each with their own ideas, but now, they have become one kind of people, with only one idea: is it a fairy or a goddess?

"Who is this?" At this moment, Yang Lin couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes. In a place like Xiliu Village, there had never been a woman like Yan Lingji. Moreover, this woman was brought back by Yang Chong.

"Father, this is my benefactor. I was able to survive in Weijiazhuang thanks to your help." Yang Chong introduced.

"So he is your savior. He is the benefactor of our Yang family. Please accept my greetings." Yang Lin said politely and was about to bow.

But he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart. How could someone like Yan Lingji have an intersection with Yang Chong and even help him? Could it really be such a coincidence? Could it be that the farmers were here to kill him?

"You can't do that. I didn't save him out of kindness." Yan Lingji turned around, made way for Yang Lin, and appeared next to Yang Chong.

"Is it really so?" Yang Lin, whose waist was already bent, felt his heart tighten. The thing he was most worried about had happened. His fists were already secretly using his internal force. Fortunately, no one noticed him now.

"I'm interested in your boy, that's why I'm helping him." Just when Yang Lin was about to fight to the death, Yan Lingji said with a smile, and in the midst of everyone's frozen expressions, she actually took Yang Chong's hand.

"Huh?" Yang Lin's internal energy suddenly stagnated. The direction of this story was not right!

Looking at Yan Lingji who was holding his silly son's hand in front of him, Yang Lin felt that his decades of brainpower were not enough.

Yang Chong and Yan Lingji?

Who is Yang Chong? A stupid son he raised, but who is Yan Lingji? One is a beauty who can attract men's attention anywhere. Such a man and a woman may meet by chance, but if there is another story... Yang Lin can't figure it out anyway.

But just looking at Yan Lingji's eyes when she looked at Yang Chong, they were full of tenderness and affection. That kind of look couldn't be fake. Could it be real? Yang Lin couldn't figure it out, but what was happening before his eyes seemed to be real.

Yang Lin was racking his brains to analyze the truth of what was happening before his eyes, but other people did not have such complicated thoughts. Looking at Yang Chong and Yan Lingji standing hand in hand in front of them, they could not see anything incongruous.

However, they were too familiar with Yang Chong, so familiar that they could not connect the Yang Chong in their memory with a woman like Yan Lingji.

Only Qi Fu's eyes are red now. He is obviously the real one, but why do all the good things fall on Yang Chong, the fake one?

"She is just attracted by my beauty. Please don't be offended, father." Yang Chong broke away from Yan Lingji's hand with disgust. He knew that Yan Lingji had no good intentions and was going to act up again.

Yang Chong's words made everyone roll their eyes: Listen, is this human language? As for being tempted by beauty, why didn't such a good thing come to me?

For a moment, even a man as knowledgeable, honest and prudent as Qin Ming couldn't help but beat Yang Chong. Yang Chong's words really, really deserved a beating and were too despicable.

A woman like Yan Lingji would be attracted to others because of their beauty, but even if she is attracted to others because of their beauty, it is others who are attracted to her.

But Yan Lingji's next words directly shattered everyone's three views. Yan Lingji not only did not refute Yang Chong's words, but also agreed with Yang Chong and said: "Yes, I was attracted by her beauty. Who made the little guy look so attractive?"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yan Lingji seemed to have found a sense of security and her confidence increased greatly. She had already begun to tease Yang Chong, and while speaking, she gently lifted Yang Chong's chin with her middle finger, just like a man-eating monster.

“This…this…this…” Amidst waves of gasps of cold air, the atmosphere from before was nowhere to be found.

They are all fake, right?

After Yan Lingji's mischief, the entire atmosphere was about to be broken.

So, Yang Chong's funeral started in an absurd way and ended in an absurd way.

And then, something even more absurd happened.

Chapter 65: How to calculate?

After seeing off the enthusiastic and concerned villagers one by one, the huge Yang family became quiet again.

Yang Chong was in the courtyard. Yan Lingji was holding a bowl of cold tea and drinking it slowly. The corner of her eye casually glanced at Jiang Nu who was looking at her from time to time, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Compared to Jiang Nu's curiosity about Yan Lingji, Yan Lingji is much more familiar with Jiang Nu. After all, they have been in the same room for nearly half a year, but Jiang Nu just doesn't know her existence.

"Madam, is she really a killer?" After enduring for a long time, Jiang Nu couldn't help but ask her doubts. In the previous conversation between Yang Chong and Yang Lin, Jiang Nu had heard some fragments, among which was about her future mistress, Wei Weishang.

"Yes, not only is he a killer, he's a very powerful killer, and he wants to kill your young master." Yan Lingji put down the teacup and folded her hands on her knees, with the temperament of a lady from a noble family. Of course, this would be the case if you didn't look at the fact that she was crossing her legs.

"How could that be? Although the madam looks a little cold, she is so beautiful and doesn't look like a killer at all!" Miss Jiang still couldn't believe it. She had seen Wei Nishang before, and no matter how she looked at her, it was hard to associate her with a killer.

"Beautiful?" Yan Lingji raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard that. Jiang Nu said that she could not care less about other people being pretty, but that Jingwei?

Thinking of this, Yan Lingji changed the subject and said, "Do you think I look like a killer?"

She wanted to correct Jiang Nu's wrong idea.

Jiang Nu looked at Yan Lingji, and Yan Lingji sat quietly, letting Jiang Nu look at her. After a long while, Jiang Nu said, "Resembling."