My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

early morning

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When the first ray of sunlight penetrates the night, awakening the sleeping earth, everything begins to wake up. The sky gradually changed from dark blue to light blue, and then slowly became tinged with a touch of gold. The air is fresh, with the sweetness of dew and the fragrance of vegetation.

The mountains in the distance are looming in the morning light, as if covered with a mysterious veil. In the fields, dewdrops shimmered on the grass tips, like countless pearls shining in the sunlight.

Yunhua made breakfast early, and the table was filled with steaming meals.

The two children, Yang Jian and Yang Chan, were sitting at the table, picking up the food with their hands and feet and eating big mouthfuls. Yunhua sat aside and looked at them tenderly, his face full of mother's love and satisfaction.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Yun Hua reminded softly. Yang Jian raised his head and showed her a smile with a mouth full of food. Yang Chan nodded obediently, and her little hands held the chopsticks more carefully.

During this warm breakfast time, a maid walked in softly and whispered: "Madam, Mr. Jiang is here to visit."

Yun Hua nodded slightly and motioned to the maid to lead Jiang Ziya in, "Invite him in."

The maid respectfully withdrew, and after a while, Jiang Ziya was led by the maid to the flower hall. He was wearing a simple green shirt, with a peaceful smile on his face, looking as calm as ever.

Jiang Ziya walked into the flower hall, bowed to Yunhua, and then began to report: "Madam, the new store of Yang's company has been opened, and the business is booming. Over at the charity hall, we have accepted a group of orphans, and now the children are all under Mr. Learn to read and write under his guidance.”

Yun Hua nodded slightly, turned her eyes to the window, looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and said softly: "You just have to make the decision. You don't have to report everything."

Jiang Ziya smiled slightly. He knew that Yunhua was very relieved about the affairs of Heshantang, because she trusted his ability and judgment.

"Senior brother handed over the business name Heshantang to me. I will do my best to live up to senior brother's expectations." He said, and added: "One more thing, I plan to open up a new field in the south of the city to test senior brother. The new farming method mentioned last time, if successful, will significantly increase food production. "

Yun Hua turned his head, with a hint of approval in his eyes: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's all as it should be." Jiang Zi smiled and asked with a little hesitation: "Senior Brother Yang Ling, does he have any new information to send back?"

Yun Hua nodded slightly, with a trace of expectation and pride flashing in his eyes: "My husband is in retreat. He is attacking the Daluo Dao Fruit. If everything goes well, he will be back in a few days."

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya's eyes showed deep amazement: "Senior brother is about to become a Daluo Golden Immortal. This is really a role model for us ascetics."

Yunhua smiled and said no more. She knew that Yang Ling had always been a wizard in monasticism.

Such a fast cultivation speed can be said to be unprecedented.

It is no exaggeration to describe it as unprecedented.

Jiang Ziya was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something, and then he said hesitantly: "Madam, the court has repeatedly borrowed grain and money during this period. It is said to be for disaster relief, but in fact it has been used by the Shang King to squander and fight wars.

Now there is news that they will borrow it again. Do we... still want to continue lending to them? "

Yunhua's expression became solemn. She knew that this issue was not only related to the interests of Yang's company, but might also affect the situation in Xiqi and even the entire world.

She said slowly: "We all see King Shang's tyranny, and his debauchery has reached the extreme.

Although our Yang Company has the ability to lend food and money, we cannot help the evildoers. This time, we won’t lend it to them anymore. "

Jiang Ziya felt relieved after hearing this. He knew that Yunhua's decision was just and wise. He nodded in agreement: "Madam is wise. I will immediately arrange manpower to handle this matter properly."

Yun Hua smiled slightly, knowing that Jiang Ziya would handle it properly. She stood up, looked at the sky outside the window, and secretly prayed in her heart that Yang Ling could successfully achieve Daluo Daoguo.

Jiang Ziya also stood up, said goodbye and left. He was going to make arrangements for the court to borrow grain and money, and at the same time, he was also going to prepare for a new field test in the south of the city.

Yun Hua watched Jiang Ziya's back disappear outside the door, turned around and walked towards the dining table.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan had almost finished eating. The two children looked at each other and smiled, then said goodbye to their mother and walked to the study one after another.

Yunhua looked at their backs with a smile, feeling an inexplicable sense of peace in his heart.

In the study room, a huge picture of mountains and rivers thousands of miles away is hung on the wall. The mountains and rivers in the painting are so lifelike that they seem to jump out of the paper at any time.

Yang Jian gently touched a mountain peak in the picture, and the picture suddenly fluctuated. The figures of the two children gradually blurred and finally disappeared from the picture.

They came to a mysterious space, which is the inner world of the Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map. With endless mountains and rivers, it is the best place to practice martial arts.

Yang Jian found a flat top of the mountain and took out several crystal clear elixirs from his arms. They were taken from the Bajing Palace and were specially used for him to practice the Nine-turn Yuan Gong.

He swallowed the elixir one by one, closed his eyes, and felt the elixir melting inside his body, causing the heat to flow through his limbs and bones.

After a moment, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and began to run the Nine-turn Yuan Gong. This is a profound skill personally taught by the saints of the Human Sect. It can transform the practitioner's body into a supreme alchemy furnace and enhance the physical body to the extreme.

With the operation of the technique, his body seemed to turn into a huge alchemy furnace, the true energy boiled in the body, and the physical body became stronger and tougher through continuous tempering. Colorful radiance emanated from his body, enveloping him in a ball of light, beautiful and mysterious.

It was a wonderful scene of the interaction between the elixir's medicinal power and the Nine Transformations Yuan Gong. His body gradually became transparent in the light, as if it had turned into pure energy.

At this moment, a dragon roar broke the silence, and the black dragon Ao Ming flew from the clouds in the distance and landed opposite Yang Jian.

His dragon eyes shone with the light of wisdom, examining Yang Jian's cultivation status.

Watching the two little masters practice is one of his current tasks.

"My little master, your cultivation has improved a lot. Why don't we compete with each other and better temper your body through fighting?"

When Yang Jian heard this, his eyes flashed. He knew that sparring with Ao Ming would not only hone his fighting skills, but also speed up the tempering of his spiritual power in fierce battles.

He nodded and showed a happy smile: "Okay, then let me try to see what level my strength is."

As he spoke, the colorful light on Yang Jian's body became even brighter, while Ao Ming turned into a human form, with the dragon scales on his body shining with black light, and there was a black dragon shadow hovering above him.

Yang Jian's figure was like a bolt of lightning, and the battle with Ao Ming started in an instant. His punches were fierce, his steps were windy, and every strike carried a thunderous force, as if he was going to completely suppress his opponent.

However, Ao Ming's figure is like misty smoke, and he can always easily avoid Yang Jian's attack the moment it comes. His movements seemed leisurely, but he always dodged Yang Jian's fierce attacks just right.

"Little Master, your speed can be faster." Ao Ming cast provocative glances from time to time while dodging, with a hint of teasing in his voice, "With your speed, I'm afraid even the dragon on my body will be faster." I can’t even touch my scales.”

When Yang Jian heard such words, he couldn't help but feel excited, and his eyes shot out with even more fierce fighting spirit. He no longer held back, his true energy surged crazily in his body, and the speed and strength of his fists and kicks increased to a new level.

For a moment, the air was filled with the whistling sound of Yang Jian's fists, the shadows of his fists were heavy, and his footsteps were like war drums. Every step seemed to crush the earth.

However, Ao Ming was still so calm. His figure shuttled through Yang Jian's offensive, occasionally counterattacking, and every shot was extremely precise, as if he could understand Yang Jian's every move.

"Little Master, your attacks are still too slow." Ao Ming's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of approval in his tone, "However, your progress is indeed very fast. It seems that I have to be more serious."

When Yang Jian heard this, his heart tightened. He knew that Ao Ming's next offensive would be even more fierce. Sure enough, Ao Ming's figure suddenly accelerated, and the black dragon shadow also rolled, bringing up gusts of wind.

In a close confrontation, Yang Jian almost used all his strength, but Ao Ming found a flaw in an instant. Ao Ming's palm was like a heavy hammer, slamming towards Yang Jian's chest.

Yang Jian was startled, and hurriedly ran the Nine Turns Yuan Gong, condensing all the energy in his chest to form a solid defense.

With a loud bang, Ao Ming's palm hit Yang Jian's Qi protection, making a sound of gold and iron.

Yang Jian only felt a huge force impact, and his body flew back involuntarily, and the rocks under his feet were shattered into pieces.

But Yang Jian was not injured, and the defensive power of the Nine Turns Yuan Gong was indeed extraordinary. He stabilized his body, took a deep breath, and showed a determined expression on his face.

Seeing Yang Jian stabilize his figure, Ao Ming couldn't help but smile with appreciation, but his offensive did not weaken at all. His figure flashed again, like a black lightning, rushing towards Yang Jian.

"Little Master, you just spent so much mana, and now you don't have much mana left, right? How many more times can you block such an attack?" Ao Ming's voice was provocative, and his palm wind swept forward again. , striving to hit the mark with one hit.

Yang Jian just smiled slightly, his eyes full of confidence and calmness, "Ao Ming, you underestimate me. Who said I don't have much mana left? The mana I just consumed is just a drop in the bucket to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, an even brighter light suddenly erupted around Yang Jian's body. It was the power of the Nine Transformation Yuan Gong boiling in his body, and its magic power was unimaginably rich.

Nine-turn Yuan Gong is a magical skill with unrivaled power.

Moreover, since Yang Jian reached the fourth level of Yuan Gong, his magic power has been endless and will never dry up, just like a spring that never dries up, with an endless supply.

When Ao Ming saw this, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. He did not expect that Yang Jian had such a trump card.

But he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The dragon's fighting instinct makes him more excited, and his offensive becomes more fierce.

The battle between the two intensified in the inner world of Wanli Mountains and Rivers. The sound of fists clashing was as loud as thunder. The mountains and rivers were shaken by their battle, and the waves were magnificent.

Yang Jian's boxing skills are getting faster and faster, and each punch has the sound of breaking through the air, while Ao Ming uses softness to overcome strength. His body moves flexibly in Yang Jian's boxing wind, and every counterattack is directed at Yang Jian's vital points.

As time went by, the battle between the two became more intense, but no matter how Ao Ming attacked, Yang Jian could always resist it steadily with the strong recovery power and mana support of the Nine Transformations Yuan Gong.

In the end, in a collision between force and force, Ao Ming was knocked back by Yang Jian's power. His footsteps drew a deep mark on the ground, but a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, little master, your strength is already comparable to that of the Golden Immortal." Ao Ming said approvingly, secretly putting his hands behind his back that were numb from the shock.

Yang Jian also panted slightly. He felt his progress and at the same time had a new understanding of Ao Ming's strength.

This dragon master is also very powerful among the Golden Immortals, especially in close combat.

Now he has learned these techniques and integrated them into his mastery.

Yang Jian was very satisfied with this, looked at Ao Ming and said: "Your martial arts are very strong. Every time I spar with you, I can feel the huge progress. From tomorrow on, how about we spar every day?"

When Ao Ming heard this, he secretly complained in his heart. Although he was from the Dragon Clan, he was no longer a brave young man, and the daily competition was also a big burden for him.

He quickly suggested: "My young master, martial arts practice must be done step by step and you must not bite off more than you can chew. Why don't we compete every seven days to give you more time to digest and comprehend."

After hearing this, Yang Jian showed a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "Once every seven days is too little. I feel like I am making rapid progress every day.

It's better that we compete every three days, so that it won't be too frequent and it will ensure that I have enough time to practice. "

Ao Ming had no choice but to nod in agreement, secretly regretting why he proposed the discussion in the first place.

But then I thought about it, the little master has endless potential, and will definitely become a powerful person who will shock the past and the present in the future. I have established a good relationship with him now, and I can benefit from it in the future.

"Okay, little master, since you insist, then we will spar every three days. However, you must also pay attention to rest and avoid overexertion."

Ao Ming said helplessly, but in his heart he was thinking about how to adjust his state so that he could cope with the upcoming competition.

Yang Jian was overjoyed when he saw Ao Ming agreed. He was full of gratitude to this dragon master under his father.

"Ao Ming, don't worry, I will pay attention. Moreover, after practicing, I will also study every move and style during our sparring, and strive to make progress every time." Yang Jian said with confidence. .

On the other side, Yang Chan was also practicing in a valley.

This valley seems to be an emerald carefully carved by nature, hidden in the embrace of the mountains.

The scenery is quiet and mysterious, as if it is a paradise, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

In the valley, the trees are lush and green. Tall trees and low shrubs intertwined together to form dense forests.

The sun shines through the treetops, casting mottled light and shadow, adding a bit of mystery to the valley. The leaves sway gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, accompanied by the gurgling sound of the distant stream, forming a natural symphony.

The air in the valley is fresh and pleasant, rich in the aroma of plants and earth. Take a deep breath and feel the purification and relaxation of your body and mind.

Occasionally, a gust of mountain breeze blows by, bringing a bit of coolness and refreshing people.

Deep in the valley, a clear stream meanders, with a few fallen leaves floating on the water, gently rotating with the water. Along the stream, colorful wildflowers bloom, adding a touch of bright color to this green world.

Yang Chan sat cross-legged on the bluestone by the stream, her hands gently placed on her knees, her eyes slightly closed, and she seemed to be concentrating on practicing. However, within a moment, her brows furrowed slightly, showing an absent-minded look.

Her eyes began to wander around, and the colorful flowers and dancing butterflies seemed to attract her attention more than practicing with her eyes closed.

Finally, she couldn't help but stand up, walked lightly to a bush of wild flowers in bloom, reached out and picked one out, and looked at it carefully.

With a mischievous smile on her lips, Yang Chan tucked the wild flowers behind her ears, and then began to chase the butterflies. Her figure shuttled among the flowers, like a cheerful elf.

At this moment, a gust of breeze blew, carrying an otherworldly aura. A woman of unparalleled beauty slowly descended into the valley.

Her eyes fell on the playing figure, her brows furrowed slightly, but with a hint of helpless doting.

"Chan'er, didn't you say you want to practice hard? Why did you come here to catch butterflies again?" Yun Hua's voice was gentle and somewhat reproachful.

When Yang Chan heard the sound, she looked back and saw her mother standing there, feeling a little embarrassed. She pursed her lips, trotted over, took Yunhua's hand and said, "Mom, the flowers and butterflies here are so beautiful, I just want to play for a while."

Yun Hua shook his head gently, his eyes showing determination: "Chan'er, the path of cultivation requires concentration. If you are always distracted like this, how can you achieve anything? Go back quickly and settle down to practice."

Yang Chan had no choice but to let go of her hand and obediently returned to sit on the bluestone. She closed her eyes and forced herself into a state of cultivation.

However, after a while, she couldn't help but open one eye and peek, and happened to meet Yun Hua's eyes full of concern and seriousness.

Yang Chan was startled, she quickly closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and thought to herself: "My mother's eyes are so powerful, I can't hide anything from her."

Yun Hua looked at his daughter's well-behaved appearance with a smile on his lips.

She knew that Yang Chan was talented, but her temperament was too lively. If she could concentrate on her cultivation, she would definitely become a great master in the future.

Yunhua quietly stood by, reminding Yang Chan from time to time with her eyes, asking her not to be distracted. Although Yang Chan was a little unwilling, she also knew that her mother was doing it for her own good, so she tried her best to immerse herself in cultivation.

As time passed, Yang Chan gradually felt the mystery of cultivation, and her impatience was replaced by a mysterious feeling.

She began to truly enter the state of cultivation, and everything around her seemed to be far away, leaving only her and the mysterious breath blending with each other.

Yunhua breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

She knew that as long as Yang Chan could calm down, her cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds. She gently stepped back, no longer disturbing her daughter, but quietly guarding her by the side.

After a long time, Yang Chan slowly opened her eyes. She seemed to be surrounded by a faint halo. The air around her body was filled with the rhythm of Taoism. Indistinctly, blossoming fairy flowers seemed to appear in the void. They spun lightly in the air, and then turned into flower rain and slowly fell, sprinkling on Yang Chan's shoulders. It was very beautiful.

Yunhua looked at this scene with relief and satisfaction in her eyes. She nodded gently and said softly: "Chan'er, you are talented and have excellent qualifications. This magical power taught by your father is just right for you. It seems that you have already got a glimpse of the way."

Yang Chan heard this and showed a shy smile on her face. She lowered her head a little embarrassedly and said softly: "Mother, I was distracted just now. It was you who reminded me that I could get into the state. I only have a little understanding of this magical power. Please give me more guidance."

Yunhua smiled slightly, walked forward, and gently stroked the top of Yang Chan's head. There was encouragement in her tone: "Chan'er, the most important thing on the road of cultivation is the state of mind. It is not easy for you to have some insights today. Remember, no matter when, you must keep a calm heart, so that you can better understand the way of cultivation."

Yang Chan nodded, her eyes flashing with desire for the future and love for cultivation. She knew that her achievements today were inseparable from her parents' teachings and her own efforts.

"Thank you, mother. I will remember it." Yang Chan said respectfully, and then returned to the state of concentration in cultivation. She wanted to integrate today's insights more deeply into her heart and lay a solid foundation for future cultivation.

Yunhua looked at her daughter's serious cultivation and was full of satisfaction.

She knew that with this step today, Yang Chan's future path would be broader, and she would be able to go further on the road of cultivation and reach a new height.

Yunhua's figure shuttled through the map of mountains and rivers. Her steps were steady and powerful, and each step contained a profound Tao rhyme.

Her goal was clear. It was a barren Gobi desert that no one cared about, which was just right for her next action.

In the Gobi Desert, the wind and sand were raging, and the sky and the earth were filled with a desolate atmosphere. Yunhua stood still, with a firm look in her eyes, and she took out a fairy sword from her arms.

This fairy sword was all black, and there was a faint blood light flowing on the sword, exuding a palpitating breath. It was the Avici Fairy Sword.

Legend has it that this sword is a magic weapon that Yang Ling took from the Styx Patriarch. It can kill people without any cause and effect and has unparalleled power.

However, the Avici Sword is bloodthirsty by nature. Once it is unsheathed, blood will flow like a river, so it is difficult to control.

Yunhua's face was solemn. She knew that she was about to face a contest with the sword.

She held the sword in her hand and slowly injected her internal force into the sword. The blood light on the sword became brighter and brighter, as if countless wailing sounds were echoing in the sword.

The surrounding evil spirit began to condense and linger around Yunhua. She seemed to have become an insurmountable storm in the Gobi Desert, cold and lonely.

Yunhua took a deep breath, and her hands began to form seals, and complex sword techniques jumped at her fingertips.

As the voice in her mouth became louder and louder, a powerful sword intent surged out of her body, turning into a sword light, rushing straight into the sky.

She was performing the Caozi Sword Technique, an ancient and powerful sword technique. Each sword contained the power of nature and was extremely powerful.

As soon as the sword technique was performed, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and sand on the Gobi Desert became still.

Yunhua's figure became clearer in the sword light. Her eyes were as cold as a sword. She swung the sword and the sword light penetrated the void.

With a loud rumbling sound, 19 peaks broke in response, like kites with broken strings, collapsing one after another, and dust flew up, raising a sky full of sand.

Yunhua's sword technique was extremely sharp, and each sword seemed to cut the sky and the earth apart.

The Avici Sword exerted amazing power in her hands, but her expression remained the same, without the slightest fluctuation.

The sand and dust on the Gobi Desert gradually settled, Yunhua sheathed the sword, and the evil spirit around her dissipated.

Yunhua slowly sat cross-legged on a flat boulder and gently placed the Avici Sword, which was emitting a cold light, on her knees.

She took a deep breath, formed seals with her hands, and began to circulate her magic power. Layers of light blue light flowed out from her palms and slowly wrapped around the sword.

As Yunhua's magic power was injected, the blood light on the sword gradually dimmed and was washed away by layers of clear magic power.

The sword seemed to have life, trembling slightly, as if resisting, but also welcoming this purification.

Yunhua's forehead gradually showed fine beads of sweat. She knew that the Avici Sword contained forty-four innate restrictions. Each restriction was like a powerful enemy. She needed to imprint them one by one with her soul mark to truly subdue the sword.

She has already refined thirty-two restrictions, and each time she has done so, it was like a fierce battle with the restrictions in the sword.

Now, each of the remaining twelve restrictions is more powerful and more difficult to control than the previous one.

Yunhua closed her eyes, her consciousness sank into the sword, and communicated with the spirituality of the Avici Sword. She felt the surging evil spirit contained in the sword, as well as the hidden power of the restrictions.

Her soul turned into a ray of light, and surrounded the sword spirit, and began a long process of refining.

One by one, the soul marks condensed into shape and slowly imprinted into the restrictions in the sword.

Every time a restriction was imprinted, a violent light would burst out from the sword, as if resisting, and as if accepting a new master.

Yunhua's face became paler and paler, but her expression was extremely firm, without a trace of retreat.

Time passed bit by bit, and refining the sword consumed a lot of her energy. Now, she was exhausted, but she knew that she couldn't stop at this time.

She gritted her teeth and continued to inject the power of her soul into the sword, fighting the stubborn restrictions in the final battle.

Every time a restriction was branded, the blood light on the Avici Sword would weaken a little, and Yunhua's aura would become stronger.

…

Evil spirits, flesh Buddhas, strange ways, mud fairies.

Weird heavens, strange sentient beings, strange sequences, abstract worlds.

Buddhas don't save people, Taoism doesn't cultivate oneself, and fairies don't become fairies.

This is paradise and hell.

Qin Mu just went downstairs, but he stepped into this world.

A pair of wise eyes saw through layers of puzzles.

Looking back, people are no longer people.