Sincere Heart in Jianghu

Although the wine was strong today, Yang Ming did not take it to heart. Although he had drunk a lot, but he was not the least bit drunk.

Yang Ming didn't have time to be alone with Ning Yuan this entire day, and in his heart, he was concerned about their situation during this period of time.

Ning Yuan knew what Yang Ming was thinking, and laughed secretly, then followed suit, the two of them unknowingly walked a few li, the Wu Suo Bian night sky was truly beautiful, accompanied by a cool breeze, the moonlight was bright and beautiful.

"Senior Brother, how have you been?" Who was this Miss Zhao? What is your relationship with Senior Brother? "Ning Yuan asked.

Yang Ming said: "Actually, she is also from Qingcheng. His father is a nominal disciple that Master accepted as a disciple a long time ago. He was also ordered by Master to secretly investigate the matter fifty years ago.

"Afterwards, Miss Ling'er came out to relax and met me by chance. We walked together, and I once promised to take her to Qingcheng to play for a while. I also wanted to give Master a chance to meet her."

Ning Yuan saw the expression on Yang Ming's face, and knew that the two of them were not so simple. As his junior brother, it would be inconvenient for him to ask too many questions.

"Since she's also from Qingcheng, there are some things that she shouldn't worry about. I think with Senior Brother's shrewdness, he definitely wouldn't bring a woman by his side for no reason," Ning Yuan said.

Yang Ming also felt that bringing Zhao Ling’er to his side was against the sect's orders, but the relationship between a man and a woman was sometimes really hard to explain. When something happened, it was impossible to refuse even if you wanted to.

Ning Yuan saw that his Senior Brother was a little awkward, so he did not say anything more.

"Senior Brother, in truth, if we were to find some clues here, it would be harder than finding a needle in a haystack. Even with the abilities of Master and the few Seniors, it would be hard to find out, but the truth is that they did not really want us to find anything, and the real reason was for us to train here in the Jianghu," Ning Yuan said.

Yang Ming said: "Even though that is the case, although our senior brothers did not force us to discover anything, as citizens of Qingcheng, once clues appear, we have to properly investigate. It's just that right now, we cannot even find some simple clues."

The two of them were a little depressed. When they left the mountain, both of them were full of confidence. They had been out for several months and had not found anything. They had only done some chivalrous deeds in the martial arts world.

The two of them then talked about the matters after they parted with each other, but they were all trivial matters that had nothing to do with each other.

And Zheng Cong had told the two that he had found some weapons in the Central Plains Martial Spirit. Now, he could only start from these weapons and see if he could find anything.

The two chatted for a while, thinking that everyone was still in the hall, they hurried back.

The two of them were at a stalemate in that battle, the sweat on their foreheads constantly dripping down, both of them clenching their teeth and persevering.

From the perspective of outsiders, the two of them were hugging each other and they kept on yelling. The scene was very cold, but those who knew what happened knew that the two of them had already exhausted a lot of strength.

Yang Ming and Ning Yuan returned to their seats. Ariwan smiled at the two of them: "The two brothers are back, the battle between the two is very interesting, fortunately the two of you did not miss it, and the winner is about to be decided."

Ning Yuan laughed: "The strength of these two is incomparable, this competition is based on strength, in the end the one with the most strength will have a higher chance of winning."

Ariwan took over the sentence, "Brother Ning, I don't think you are aware that although this wrestling skill is known for its power, its skills are still important. Strength is important, but if one is proficient in it and is slightly weaker, they will have a way to win."

Zheng Cong had frequently told Yang Ming about this person from the Western Region who was wrestling, and Yang Ming also knew a little about it. Seeing the two of them changing positions from time to time, constantly fighting with each other, but in truth, as long as one of them was slightly distracted, he or she would definitely be heavily smashed down and would have no chance of turning back.

Yang Ming glanced at Zhao Ling’er, who was chatting happily with the other wives. He was no longer as reserved as he was before.

Seeing that Yang Ming had arrived, Zhao Ling’er lightly sat by his side, "If you weren't here, I wouldn't even know what to say. Fortunately, Third Prince's wives knew how to joke around, and it made me feel a lot more relaxed.

Yang Ming nodded, "When I went out to talk with Junior Brother earlier, I was a little worried for you. Seeing that you weren't bored, I felt a little more at ease."

Zhao Ling’er laughed: "Since you care about me, I am naturally happy. But Big Brother Yang, you are a great hero, in the future, you will definitely have a lot of time that you won't be by my side, I also need to learn to take care of myself, I can't let others worry about me, and will affect your ways of doing things."

When Zhao Ling’er spoke, his expression was very focused, the pair of eyes would stare straight at Yang Ming, and when the two of them looked at each other, Yang Ming's heart would become warm, and this feeling caused Yang Ming to become dependent on him.

He used all of his strength to grab onto the arms of the other party with both of his hands. With his back facing the other party, he bent his upper body and tightened his waist, combining both his skill and brute strength to throw the other party over his head.

After the person was thrown back, he did not panic. At the same time that he fell back down, he clearly saw where he landed. As soon as his body landed on the ground, he took advantage of the fact that the person had yet to regain his senses and stuck his body up while the strength in his hands was slightly weaker.

His feet tripped and his body swayed a few times. Borrowing the inertia, he used his hands to pull and hold the other party's hands, causing him to lose his balance. Finally, he gently let go and the opponent fell to the ground.

Although these moves seemed ordinary, they were actually combined with many of the Central Plains martial arts techniques.

After the victory, the crowd immediately burst into cheers.