The Villain System of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty.

"This is the Lichen Pill of the Taoist school. It looks very similar to the real person pill of the Yinyang School. However, the medicinal properties are somewhat different, and the efficacy is stronger. As far as I know, the number of Lichen Pills in the two schools of Taoism is the same. Not much. And this one seems to be top grade."

"Is it Tianzong or Renzong?" Monkey asked.

"Tianzong has nothing to do with the world, so he shouldn't be so ignorant of current affairs."

"Xiaoyaozi!"

……

This is a valley, shaded by green bamboos in the valley.

The gurgling water left behind from the mountain, and in front of a row of bamboo houses, pairs of teenagers and girls in Taoist uniforms held long swords and practiced sword skills.After all, these boys and girls can't escape their youthful nature, and occasionally some people are playing around.

However, among them, there was one person, her expression was very focused from the beginning to the end, and she had practiced swordsmanship for several hours.

The girl wore long boots, was dressed in plain clothes, and her hair was tied in a simple wooden fork.Although her attire is simple, it is difficult to hide her stunning appearance.The girl is like a peerless pearl, which can shine brightly even though it is affected by the troubled times.

A little bit of fragrant sweat drenched her temples, blushing blushed, her body exuded a faint fragrance, and the girl's beautiful posture made Wangsi, who came to announce it, squirm.

"Junior Sister Wangyou, Master calls you to go."

"I see, thank you, Senior Brother Wangsi!" Wangyou smiled sweetly, seeing the young man's heart start to sprout, and he stood on the spot blankly.

However, when Wangsi turned around shyly and left, the girl's face changed, becoming very indifferent.

Wangyou walked forward slowly, along the way, she was thinking about countermeasures.

The road was short and long, but Wangyou finally came to the bamboo house.

In front of the house of Xiaoyaozi, the head of the Taoist sect.

The girl pushed open the wooden door anxiously, and Xiaoyaozi was sitting cross-legged in the room, his demeanor was clean.He opened his eyes, looked at the girl, and said, "You're here."

"Yes, Master."

"Do you know what I mean by naming you Wangyou?"

"For those who forget worries, it is difficult to leave the dust and leave the world. But the disciples can't do it. The hatred of the subjugation of the country and the destruction of the family, I still remember the way my mother died tragically at the hands of the Qin army to save me. I woke up every night. , the disciple can't sleep peacefully." Wangyou's eyes were red, he was crying, and told.After all, she is just a little girl who is not as good as cardamom. Facing this mentor who single-handedly rescued herself from danger, she unreservedly released her own feelings.

"As a teacher, I know that things in the world are always easier to know than to do. As a teacher, I also know that you are extremely talented and have rare wisdom. However, you will eventually be burdened by your own intelligence and talent, and you will still be far from the way of the Tao. "

The girl didn't understand the meaning of Xiaoyaozi's words, and she wanted to say more, but she heard Xiaoyaozi say: "That's all! There will be another time, and the door will deal with it."

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-two

On the crowded streets, everyone is doing what they should be doing.

Porters carry goods, vendors sell goods, pedestrians go shopping...

And our protagonist Ying Ziyi is flirting with women.

"My sister is so beautiful, can I play with you?"

Ying Ziyi smirked, and rubbed on the body of a pre-Qin classical woman with plump buttocks and big breasts.

This woman seemed to be very caring. Seeing the young lady in front of her, she patted his head, "Where did the child come from? Did he get lost with his family?"

"Bold!"

Just when Ying Ziyi was having a more in-depth and pure exchange with this woman, a majestic voice sounded.The loud voice, even the noisy street in front of me, couldn't stop it, which seemed to scare Cao Jun before a million troops.

"Bold, who are you? How dare you be so rude in front of the fourteenth son?"

The person who came was a man with a beard and wearing a thin iron armor, followed by a dozen soldiers.

"...!"

When the woman looked at Ying Ziyi again, her soft gaze had disappeared, replaced by an expression of incomparable horror.

"The untouchables are guilty, please forgive the fourteenth son."

The woman hurriedly knelt down on the ground.Seeing this, one after another, the entire street knelt down on the ground.

Ying Ziyi waved his hand, motioning for the woman to go down.The woman ran away in a panic as if she had received an amnesty.

"Langzhong ordered Tu Sui to meet the fourteenth son."

The people on the street dispersed, Ying Ziyi looked at the bearded man in front of him, but was quite depressed.

"Get up!"

"Thank you, son." Tu Sui is a traditional imperial soldier, and he attaches great importance to etiquette.

"Look at Mr. Lang Zhongling hurrying away, what's the matter?"

"Ah! It's like this. There is a farm near Xianyang, which was attacked by strange beasts and suffered heavy losses. The king was shocked to hear about this. He will either lead his troops to round up the strange beasts, or he will go outside the city to mobilize troops. "

"So that's the case! Then you go!"

"The general obeys!" Tu Sui saluted and left the street with his guards.

"A strange beast?" Ying Ziyi was a little surprised, what kind of strange beast did it look like?

After Tu Sui left, Ying Ziyi changed streets and continued his wicked games...

Tu Sui took five hundred soldiers from the camp outside the city and rushed to the farm where the incident happened.

This farm was originally green in mountains and green in water, with stretches of fertile fields, and the millet it produced was famous throughout Xianyang.Every time Tu Sui passed by here with his troops on an expedition, he always bought some like the landlord of this farm to comfort his nostalgia.