Qin Shi: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Chapter 111

The years are long, and the sun and the moon do not change. In the passage of time, time soon came to July of the fourth year of Qin Wangzheng.

Although July is hot and hot, the entire Guanzhong area is still in an extremely hot and dry weather.

During this period of time, Yang Ming's life was very simple. He stepped in and out of Ganquan Palace every day to fulfill his duties as the captain of Ganquan Palace. Spend time with the two maids in the small courtyard of the house, or go out of the house to Meng’s house to find Meng Tian, ​​learn martial arts, and take a look at their treasured marching minutes from Meng’s house, or go to the Mirror Garden to find Li Wu The girl and the maid Yu'er beside her.

But this boring and comfortable life was broken with the arrival of the end of July.

At the end of July in the fourth year of Qin Wangzheng, a princess of Chu State came from Chenying, thinking that Qin and Chu were married, and temporarily lived in Huayang Palace.

It was also at this time that Zhao Ji, the birth mother of the King of Qin and the Queen Mother Regent, announced that she would move out of Xianyang Palace and take the long-unused Ganquan Palace as her palace.

For a while, the gate was left in the cold, and the Ganquan Palace, which had been in the cold for more than [-] years, became lively again.

The laborers conscripted from the vicinity of Xianyang were stationed around the Ganquan Palace, and began to repair the Ganquan Palace. At the same time, there were maids from the Xianyang Palace who moved countless rare treasures from the Xianyang Palace.

The once desolate and desolate Ganquan Palace is regaining its brilliance at an astonishing speed. Although it cannot reproduce the power of the past, it is not difficult to reproduce the magnificent scenery of the past.

At the same time, the guards of Ganquan Palace, who had been overlooked by no one before, suddenly became popular.

Palace guards, especially the guards that exist in Xianyang Palace, Ganquan Palace, and Huayang Palace, even the lowest guards have the official position of Lang Guan, not to mention, here, they can also get in touch with Qin State If the highest power in the world can fall into the eyes of the superior, then the future...

If this is the case for an ordinary guard, what about the position of the captain as the leader of the guard?

For a moment, countless pairs of eyes fixed on the position of captain of Oasis Palace. At this time, these people saw that the person who was in the position of captain of Oasis Palace was actually just a young man, and he was also an unknown person.

In an extreme time, Yang Ming's name appeared in the study rooms of high-ranking families, with eyes staring at the word 'Yang Ming', each thinking about something.

In Xianyang Palace, Zhao Ji looked at the bamboo slips piled up on Cheng Xiaoshan in front of her, but she didn't even bother to look at them.

"Which recommendation is this?" Zhao Jixiang asked the maid next to her.

"Reporting to the Queen Mother, it is already No. 17." The maid replied.

"Seventeen Dao, when they saw meat to eat, they all rushed over like mad dogs. The commander of the Ai family's guards, they can make up their minds." Zhao Ji snorted coldly, obviously she was not in the right mood at this time. how good.

Although she was willing to move out of Xianyang Palace in exchange for her son Qin Wangzheng to get support from the Empress Dowager Huayang, and let the princess of Chu State become the hostess here, it was Zhao Ji's own choice, but, Zhao Ji still has a woman's small temper.

There are many things that make oneself feel bad despite making the right choice, such as moving into Oasis Palace for Zhao Ji.

When a series of recommendation letters appeared in front of Zhao Ji, it made Zhao Ji's already unhappy mood even worse.

"Queen Mother, according to the current situation, the Seventeen Paths may not be over yet." As Zhao Ji's personal maid, the maid understands Zhao Ji's mood very well.

"Then come on, the Ai family won't look at it anyway, the Ai family's place, the Ai family decides for themselves, by the way, what is that little guy Yang Ming doing during this time?" Looking at the recommendation book in front of him, Zhao Ji suddenly thought of Yang Ming who was related to this.

"Up and down duty every day, during the shift, in the morning, I will follow Wei Li to learn the various affairs and read books that the captain of the imperial guards is responsible for, and in the afternoon, I will practice martial arts." The maid said.

"Martial arts? Is it still the kind of palm that looks very beautiful and domineering?" Zhao Ji's heart moved, and the surging clouds when Yang Ming fought with the guards appeared in her mind, especially the one that fell from the sky. A move that seemed to hold the power of the sky made Zhao Ji feel relaxed and happy.

"Yes." The maid replied.

"Other than that? For example, the free time after the shift." Zhao Ji asked again.

"I stay at home most of the time, and occasionally go out. Apart from looking for the eldest grandson of the Meng family, that is to go to Jinghuayuan. He has a good relationship with an oiran there." The maid told the truth.

"Really? It seems that the Ai family has misjudged." Zhao Ji mused.

A long time ago, she suspected that she was deceived by Yang Ming and Wei He. Her original intention was to use her official position to provoke the relationship between Yang Ming and Wei He, but she never thought that they didn't care much at all, and Wei He taught Yang Ming personally. How to serve as the captain of Oasis Palace.

However, Zhao Ji quickly calmed down after the initial embarrassment about this, and she was aroused with a stronger desire to win after being "slightly frustrated", especially when Yang Ming was called out to play in the trap. After the information left in the book, Yang Ming's image became more interesting in Zhao Ji's eyes.

The lonely older woman in the deep palace always wants to have some fun, otherwise how to pass the long and boring time.

"Damn boy, he looked like a fledgling little guy at the time, but I didn't expect to be a little fox." Zhao Ji had already shown a murderous look when she said this. It's tricky, but in fact, Zhao Ji, who was played by two foxes, one old and one young, became more and more angry.

"We can't let him live so comfortably." Zhao Ji's gaze swiveled, and suddenly froze on the pile of recommendation letters in front of her that she hated so much just now.

"You handed down the order of the Ai family that the guard captain of the Ai family's Ganquan Palace must be the person with the highest martial arts. The Ai family is going to set up a ring. If anyone wants to be the captain, he will go to the stage to challenge the current Ganquan Captain Gong, whoever wins will be the captain."

"Yes."

In the Ganquan Palace where countless people were paying attention, Yang Ming was staying in an empty courtyard at this time, with black clouds covering three feet around him, tumbling and galloping.

Looking at Yang Ming who was in the clouds in the distance, Wei Wei subconsciously stroked the long beard under his jaw with the palm of his hand.

"This kid's internal strength has improved again, and he has definitely reached the first-class level. However, he has been standing like this these days. What exactly is he practicing?" Wei He pondered, unable to see why.

The next moment, Yang Ming finally moved. His two arms flew up and down, causing the black cloud to boil. Between Yang Ming's palms, the cloud was sometimes violent, sometimes soft, sometimes turning into a black water-like substance, and sometimes turning into black water. Become an invisible thing floating in the sky.

Gradually, Yang Ming's palm technique became faster and faster, causing the black cloud to rotate crazily at the same time, rushing towards Yang Ming's palm gesture crazily.

The clouds that had just enveloped a radius of three zhang were gradually collected by Yang Ming in his palms, and both palms were already enveloped by two extremely black clouds.

In Wei He's sight, the ink-like cloud in Yang Ming's palm is slowly dissipating and blending into his palm. The black is fading, and the cloud seems to be dissipating, but it seems to have a more powerful and mysterious power is brewing.

Is this going back to basics?

However, the next moment, the cloud gathered in Yang Ming's palm suddenly exploded, and the terrifying vigor scattered in all directions. Even Wei Wei, who had already hid far away, was shocked by the air wave and took several steps back. He looked intently, and found that there were scratches on the stone floor in the yard, and even the vegetation in the yard was already a mess.

"This? Demented?" Wei He said in shock.

In his line of sight, Yang Ming stood on the spot, with his arms hanging limply on his sides, and he vaguely heard the sound of ticking, dripping with blood.

"Yang Ming, how are you?" Wei He hurriedly asked.

"It's okay, but the hand hurts a little." Yang Ming said.

"It's just that?" Wei Tie couldn't believe it. Could it be that the energy that exploded just now was just a pain in the hand?

"No.12 style is really difficult to practice. What's the explanation for a light word?" Yang Ming raised his hand and looked at the cracked palm, and sighed.

Paiyunzhang No.12 form is gloomy, and the last form of Paiyunzhang is also the most powerful form. Since Yang Ming cultivated the fifth form of dark clouds to block out the sun on the night of last winter, Yang Ming's attitude towards the cloud-dispelling palm The practice can be described as brave and diligent, and it took less than half a year to cultivate to the No.11 Yunlai Fairyland.

His strength is enough to compete with first-class masters. As long as he completes the No. 12 style of gloomy clouds, Yang Ming's cloud-dispelling palm will truly be cultivated to a small perfection, making himself officially among the first-class masters.

But this last pose has been practiced by Yang Ming for three months, and it is still difficult to master it. Just now, it was the moment when he was closest to becoming gloomy, but he still failed on the word 'light' after all.

"Don't worry, I just tore the flesh. The meridian is fine, and it will heal in a few days." Yang Ming pulled the cloak behind him to wipe away the blood on his palm.

"As a matter of martial arts, the more advanced it is, the more dangerous it is. I won't watch you practice martial arts in the future, so as not to be hurt by you." Wei Wei said with lingering fear when he saw that Yang Ming was really fine.

"But you have to be careful, if this is practiced at home, the yard will be blown up now." Yang Ming looked at the mess around him.

"You also have to be careful here, this is Ganquan Palace, and it has its own owner." Wei Wei reminded.

If you blow up your own small courtyard, you will lose some money at most, but if you destroy anything in Ganquan Palace, it is a crime, and it is no longer enough to solve it with money.

"Now I really want to have a big mansion, just like the one of the Meng family, they can even build a school yard at home." Yang Ming said enviously.

"Then you have to work hard. Like the Meng family's mansion, there are not many in the whole Xianyang City. Don't you really need to bandage your hands?" Wei Wei looked at Yang Ming's palm and said.

"It doesn't work, it heals faster without medicine."

While the two were talking, a guard hurried in with an inner servant.

After the servant read out the Queen Mother's edict in his hand, Wei He and Yang Ming showed surprise expressions at the same time.

"Competition for the position of captain of Ganquan Palace in Wuding? Do you want to set up a ring?" Yang Ming looked at the decree made of high-quality silk in his hand, and for a while he really admired Zhao Ji's unrestrained thinking.

(End of this chapter)