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

Although the fire is flowing in July, the dry heat has not yet ended, and the entire Guanzhong area is still in an extremely hot and dry weather at this time.

During this time, Yang Ming's life was very simple, every day was to step in and out of Ganquan Palace, to fulfill his duties as the captain of Ganquan Palace, when he was on duty or on shift, Yang Ming spent most of his time in his small courtyard with the two maids, or went out of the house to find Meng Tian at the Meng family, learned martial arts, and by the way, looked at their treasured marching minutes from the Meng family, or went to the Mirror Garden to find the dancing girl and the maid Yu'er girl beside him.

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

At the end of July of the fourth year of the reign of King Qin, a princess of Chu came from Chen Ying, thinking that Qin and Chu were married, and temporarily lived in Huayang Palace.

It was also at this time that Zhao Ji, the regent of King Qin's biological mother, announced that she would move out of Xianyang Palace and take the long-idle Ganquan Palace as her palace sleeping place.

For a time, Ganquan Palace, which had been cold for more than 20 years, became lively again.

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

The once cold and gray Ganquan Palace is regaining its brilliance at an astonishing speed, although it cannot reproduce the power of the past, but it is not difficult to reproduce the gorgeous scenery of the year.

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

The palace guards, especially the guards that exist like Xianyang Palace, Ganquan Palace, and Huayang Palace, even the lowest guards also have the official position of Lang Guan, not to mention, here, you can also get in touch with the highest power of the Qin State, if you can enter the eyes of the superiors, then the future ......

An ordinary Praetorian Guard is still like this, but what about the position of Captain as the head of the Praetorian Guard?

For a while, countless pairs of eyes were staring at the position of the captain of Ganquan Palace, and at this time, these people saw that the person who was originally in the position of captain of Ganquan Palace was actually just a teenager, and he was also a little-known person.

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

In Xianyang Palace, Zhao Ji looked at the bamboo slips piled up in front of him, but he didn't even bother to look at them.

"This is the first letter of recommendation?" Zhao Ji asked the maid beside him.

"Empress Dowager, it's already the seventeenth Dao." The maid replied.

"Seventeen Dao, as soon as they see meat to eat, they all pounce like mad dogs, and the commander of the Janissaries of the mourning family is also something they can decide." Zhao Ji snorted coldly, obviously she was not in a good mood at this time.

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

is obviously the right choice to make, but there are many things that make me feel very bad, such as moving into Ganquan Palace for Zhao Ji.

When a letter of recommendation appeared in front of Zhao Ji, it made Zhao Ji's already not very good mood even worse.

"Queen Mother, as it looks like now, the Seventeen Paths may not be the end." As Zhao Ji's personal palace maid, the palace maid understands Zhao Ji's mood very well.

"Then come on, the mourning family won't watch it anyway, the mourning family's place, the mourning family is in charge of their own decisions, by the way, what is Yang Ming's little guy doing during this time?" Looking at the recommendation in front of him, Zhao Ji suddenly thought of Yang Ming, who was related to this.

"Every day, I am on duty on time, and during the time of duty, I study the various affairs and reading books of the Praetorian Guard Captain with Wei Qi in the morning, and practice martial arts in the afternoon." The palace maid said.

"Martial arts? Is it still the kind of palm that looks beautiful and is very domineering? Zhao Ji's heart moved, and when Yang Ming and the guards were fighting, the surging clouds, especially the move that fell from the sky, as if the power of the sky, made Zhao Ji feel relaxed and happy.

"Yes." The palace maid replied.

"What else? For example, the amount of free time after the next value. Zhao Ji asked again.

"Most of the time I stay at home, occasionally going out, except for looking for the eldest grandson of the Meng family, that is, going to the Mirror Garden, where he has a good relationship with an Oiran." The palace maid told the truth.

"Really? It seems that the mourning family has lost their eyes. Zhao Ji groaned.

A long time ago, she suspected that she had been deceived by Yang Ming and Wei Fu, her original intention was to use her official position to provoke the relationship between Yang Ming and Wei Fu, but she never thought that people didn't care much at all, and Wei Qi personally taught Yang Ming how to serve as the captain of Ganquan Palace.

However, Zhao Ji quickly calmed down after the initial embarrassment, and she was even more aroused by the "small setback" She was even more aroused to have a stronger desire to win, especially after calling up the information left by Yang Ming in the net, Yang Ming's image became more interesting in Zhao Ji's eyes.

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

"Damn boy, he looked like a fledgling little guy at the time, but he didn't expect it to be a little fox." Zhao Ji has already shown a murderous aura when she said this, although she decided to take a look, but whenever she remembered that she thought she had a plan at the time, but in fact she was played by two foxes, an old man and a young fox, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

"I can't let him live so comfortably." Zhao Ji's gaze turned, and suddenly froze on the pile of letters in front of her that she still hated.

"You passed down the order of the mourning family, the guard captain of the Ganquan Palace of the mourning family must be the person with the highest martial arts, the mourning family is ready to set up a ring, if you want to be the captain of this school, you will go to the stage to challenge the current captain of the Ganquan Palace, whoever wins, who is the captain."

"Yes."

In the Ganquan Palace, which has attracted the attention of countless people, Yang Ming is staying in an empty courtyard at this time, and the black clouds are shrouded in the three zhang around him, rolling and galloping.

Wei Wei in the distance looked at Yang Ming who was in the clouds, and subconsciously stroked the long beard under his chin with his palm.

"This kid's internal strength has improved again, and he has definitely reached the first-class realm, but he has been standing like this all these days, what is he practicing?" Wei Fu groaned, unable to see why.

The next moment, Yang Ming finally moved, his two arms flew up and down, driving the black clouds to boil, between Yang Ming's palms, the clouds were sometimes violent, sometimes feminine, sometimes turned into a black water-like substance, and sometimes turned into an invisible thing on the edge of the sky.

Gradually, Yang Ming's palm technique became faster and faster, and the black cloud qi also rotated wildly at the same time, surging madly towards Yang Ming's palm.

The clouds that were still shrouding the three zhang radius were gradually gathered in Yang Ming's palms, and the palms of his two hands were already shrouded by two extremely black clouds.

In Wei Ming's sight, the ink-like clouds in Yang Ming's palms were slowly dissipating and blending into his palms, the black was fading, the clouds seemed to be dissipating, but there seemed to be a more powerful and mysterious power brewing.

Is this a return to basics?

It's just that in the next moment, the cloud qi gathered in Yang Ming's palm suddenly exploded, and the terrifying energy spread out, even Wei Wei, who had already been hiding far away, was shocked by the qi wave and took a few steps back, and when he looked intently, he found that scratches appeared on the stone floor in the courtyard, and even the grass and trees with the courtyard were already in a mess.

"This? Gone mad? Wei Fu said in shock.

In his sight, Yang Ming stood in place, his two arms hanging weakly at his sides, and he vaguely heard a ticking sound, with blood dripping.

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

"It's okay, it's just that my hand hurts a little." Yang Ming said.

"That's it?" Wei Qi was not convinced, was the energy that exploded just now, was it just a pain in his hand?

"The twelfth style is really difficult to practice, a light word, how to solve it?" Yang Ming raised his hand and looked at the palm with cracked skin, and sighed.

Since the night of the winter moon last year, after Yang Ming cultivated the fifth type of dark clouds covering the sun, Yang Ming's cultivation of the cloud palm can be described as brave and diligent, and it took less than half a year to cultivate to the eleventh type of Yunlai Wonderland.

One body strength is enough to compete with first-class masters, as long as he cultivates to the twelfth type of gloom and gloom, Yang Ming's Paiyun Palm will truly cultivate to the realm of small perfection, making himself officially among the first-class masters.

But this last form made Yang Ming practice for three months, and it was still difficult to master it, and it was the moment when he was closest to cultivating to become gloomy, but after all, he still failed on the word 'light'.

"Don't worry, I'm just torn my flesh and skin, the meridians are fine, and they can heal in a few days." Yang Ming tore the cloak behind him and wiped the blood stains between his palms.

"Martial arts, sure enough, the more profound the more dangerous, I won't watch you practice martial arts in the future, so as not to be affected by the pond fish." Seeing that Yang Ming was really fine, Wei Ji couldn't help but say with palpitations.

"But you have to be careful, if you practice at home, you can tear up the yard now." Yang Ming looked at the mess around him.

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

If you fly away your own courtyard, you will lose some money at most, but if you destroy something in Ganquan Palace, it is a crime, and it is no longer more enough to solve it with money.

"Now I would like to have a big mansion, like the one of the Meng family, they can even build a school field in their home." Yang Ming said with envy.

"Then you have to work hard, like the Meng family's mansion, there are not a few in the entire Xianyang City, don't you really need to bandage your hands?" Wei Qi looked at Yang Ming's palm and said.

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

While the two were talking, a janissary and an attendant hurried in.

When the chamberlain read out the Empress Dowager's decree in his hand, Wei Fu and Yang Ming showed surprised looks at the same time.

"Compare the position of captain of Ganquan Palace? And a ring? Yang Ming looked at the decree made of high-grade silk in his hand, and for a while he really admired Zhao Ji's whimsical thinking.