"More precisely, there are reluctant people." Yang Ming stepped forward and sat on the edge of the soft couch, when Yang Ming came to the depths of this dormitory and saw no other palace maids, he already understood what Zhao Ji meant.

"Really? Who is that person? There are a lot of people in the Ganquan Palace of the Mourning Family, if you don't give the answer, the Mourning Family will not be able to guess who that person is. Zhao Jifeng's eyes were slightly raised, but her body subconsciously moved towards Yang Ming, although she had only really touched the temperature that made her greedy once, she would never forget it, and she wanted to have it again.

"Although Ganquan Palace is big, it is actually very small in my eyes." Yang Ming's palm climbed up Zhao Ji's pretty face, stroking the skin that was a little moist because of the heat.

"How small?" Zhao Ji asked lazily.

"It's so small that it can only hold a few people." Yang Ming said, his palm had been grabbed by Zhao Ji and stuck to his heart, when is it a head in this hot summer.

"How many? You're greedy. Zhao Ji smiled, as Yang Ming's palm pressed under her hand became more and more presumptuous, Zhao Ji only felt more hot and unbearable, this damn summer, after noon, became hotter.

"However, you were originally a greedy little guy, and the mourning family didn't know about it, but, in front of the mourning family, you have to put away your greed, and you can only see the mourning family now." Zhao Ji gently pulled Yang Ming over, without using force, just using her own charm as a woman was enough to make Yang Ming give up resistance.

Immediately, Zhao Ji turned over beautifully, and Yang Ming, a young man who came from the north of Zhao Kingdom, appreciated the subtlety of horsemanship.

It's just that this time, Yang Ming is...... The one that was ridden.

In an instant, Zhao Ji, who was attacking and defending, looked at Yang Ming condescendingly, with a smile in his eyebrows and eyes, and between the opening and closing of his red lips, a delicate voice sounded in Yang Ming's ears: "Little guy, be obedient." ”

Zhao Ji said and slowly squirmed her waist downward, knowing that she was blocked by a sharp sword blocking the way.

Although the sword is sharp, today Zhao Ji wants to be a person who holds a sword and a person who hides a sword.

……

Zhao Ji finally didn't feel hot, and the coolness around her allowed her to enjoy the aftertaste.

"Lu Buwei, this old guy is really a profiteer, he doesn't do loss-making business in life or death, but you should promise him that you will make it by covering the sun in exchange for a startling salamander." After listening to Yang Ming's story, Zhao Ji said lazily.

"The sun occultation was given to me by the Queen Mother, how can I trade it." Yang Ming explained solemnly, Well, if this world didn't have eyes, he would be very serious now.

"When did you become so pedantic? It's obviously a very cute little guy.,If you're so pedantic and old-fashioned.,It's not cute.。 Zhao Ji sneered.

"Little one?" Yang Ming frowned slightly, making a look of dissatisfaction.

"Isn't that just the little guy?" Zhao Ji met Yang Ming's gaze and said with a smile.

"Really small?" Yang Ming asked.

"Okay, okay, it's the mourning family's mistake, it's not small at all, so, it's not small at all, can you rest well?"

……

The following days were a boring and boring life for Yang Ming, Yang Ming paid a huge price, only to get Zhao Ji's permission, the west side of Ganquan Palace was opened up into a school field, although it is not necessarily big, but all kinds of facilities are readily available, Zhao Ji paid for his own money, equipped all the guards with war horses, and transformed a garden outside Ganquan Palace into a place to train the guards to ride and shoot.

It seems somewhat out of tune to train a group of Praetorian guards guarding the palace towards the route of the field elite, but it doesn't seem strange that such a thing happened to Zhao Ji.

Except for military training, cultivation, and passive cultivation, there is nothing else.

If this kind of life could continue forever, Yang Ming would probably give up the idea of struggling, after all, he already had enough things now.

In the passage of time, the time has come to October, the fifth year of Qin Wangzheng is about to pass, the sixth year of Qin Wangzheng, and the time that Yang Ming has been waiting for for a long time is finally coming.

In the past few months, the Wei Ministry of Luo Wang has once again returned to the jurisdiction of the Xiang State Mansion, and Lü Buwei has also fulfilled the terms of the deal, and the Han Department of Luo Wang has been handed over to Ganquan Palace, that is, Yang Ming.

After Parrot Song and Liwu entered South Korea, according to Yang Ming's orders, they rearranged the net forces, adjusted the strength of each stronghold, changed the contact information between each other, and even changed the main task, and added an additional task to find the treasure of Baiyue in the task.

After all, if Yang Ming wants to find the remaining Yue Wang Eight Swords, the treasure that belongs to Baiyue may be the biggest clue, anyway, Yang Ming will definitely not admit that the greater purpose of his search for Baiyue's treasure is to find the person behind Baiyue's treasure.

Poor Parrot Song finally got rid of the oppression of the night, but he met Yang Ming, a more ruthless master, but he left the dance, and was very satisfied with the current situation.

After all, with the adjustment of the South Korean department of Luowang, she is also undergoing a transformation from a killer to the leader of Luowang, which makes her find a long-lost sense of security.

At the end of October, the five-year period of Qin Wangzheng officially came to an end, and an unexpected heavy snow with the land of Guanzhong turned Xianyang into a snow world.

On the top floor of the Qilin Pavilion, in the cold wind and snow, the doors and windows are still open, allowing the cold wind and snow to pour into the room.

In the dim pavilion, the lights were on and off, and in the depths, there was a faint red, green and blue light flickering.

The salamander, kneeling behind the bookcase, looked at the light source, and a worried look appeared in its eyes like an abyss.

Today's Qilin Pavilion has almost become Yang Ming's private domain, and the answer to who is the person in the light source is naturally self-evident.

"Can you make it?" The salamander stared, not wanting to let go of even the slightest change.

What kind of martial arts is Yang Ming practicing, the startling salamander knows very well that she is a master herself, and she can imagine what kind of martial arts Yang Ming is practicing.

It is precisely because of this that the startled salamander will be even more worried, because she can better understand the horror of Yang Ming's martial arts practice, and perfectly accommodate the three completely different attributes, and even the internal forces of mutual restraint into one, so that the biochemistry of the visual quality level is too difficult to practice.

It is already difficult to achieve the unity of the three qis, let alone the return of the three elements to one.

Since the beginning of the year, Yang Ming began to try to absorb the three qi into one, until the autumn, he barely achieved the unity of the three qi, reached the state of 'harmony' in the body, and then began to practice the unity of the three elements, and now it is the end of the year, but there is no progress in the slightest.

Suddenly, a gust of wind was set off in the depths of the Qilin Pavilion, and then black clouds surged in, and the startled salamander stood up, but was shocked to find that a layer of frost spread, and Yang Ming's figure rushed out from the depths of the Qilin Pavilion, jumped directly out of the door and window, and landed on the ground in front of the Qilin Pavilion.

When the startled salamander ran to the door and window and looked down, it was difficult to see Yang Ming's figure, only the wind, clouds and frost shrouded world, and in the depths, a vague figure could be faintly seen.

"What is Yang Ming cultivating here?" In the distance, Zhao Ji, who had returned from Xianyang Palace, deliberately took a long detour to the Qilin Pavilion, but he didn't want to be blocked by the Yuanli beside him before he set foot in the courtyard where the Qilin Pavilion was located.

"An unimaginable martial arts, Queen Mother, now Captain Yang's cultivation has entered a very critical juncture, so I can't disturb it." Yuanli said solemnly.

"Is he in danger? How does this look like the end of the world? Zhao Ji lowered her voice and asked with concern.

"I don't know, but this is the mastery of Captain Yang's practice, Queen Mother, you can't let too many people see it." Yuanli reminded.

"Yes, you all stand down." Zhao Ji commanded left and right.

For a while, only Zhao Ji and Yuan Li were left.

In the sight of the three women, the energy that filled the entire courtyard was slowly condensing, the clouds were converging into water droplets like substance, the wind was gathering, turning into a tornado, and the qi of the heavenly frost was also condensing.

As time passed, three clusters of red, green, and blue light like water quality appeared around Yang Ming's body, slowly rotating as Yang Ming's control slowly rotated, gathering towards Yang Ming's palm.

"Is that the wind?" Zhao Ji watched nervously, and actually saw a hint of clue from it.

The three groups are like the essence of the energy body, with the divine wind as the overall plan, in the central position, the frost and the void cloud split on both sides, towards the kamikaze, with the strength of the god to reconcile, more precisely, to suppress the attributes of the frost and the void cloud strength, and then coordinate the frost and the void cloud energy, into the grasp of the initial three-point return to the vitality.

It's a pity that in this state, even if he successfully cultivates to three points of vitality, with Yang Ming's state at this time, he is still far from the realm of three yuan to one.

After all, the real three-point return to the Yuan Qi is to achieve the three-element circulation, endlessly, secretly combining the Tao to give birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things, to grasp the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, and to point directly to the realm of gods and demons.

But even if it was just that, if Yang Ming could initially cultivate to three points of vitality, it would be enough for him to be at the invincible level in the first-class realm.

Yang Ming struggled to operate the internal breath, so that the Heavenly Frost Energy and the Void Cloud Energy fused to the Divine Wind Strength, with the first contact between the three, Yang Ming's whole person was like a lightning strike, and he took a step back uncontrollably, but fortunately, he could still hold on.

With the passage of time, even in the cold wind and snow, Yang Ming's body is still sweating profusely, and the accumulation of quantity only takes time, but the qualitative transformation is too difficult and difficult.

"Together." With Yang Ming's scolding, the three qi forces that had almost fused into one finally melted in one place, but at this moment, a force so majestic that it was beyond Yang Ming's control erupted where his palms converged.

A cluster of light reflecting red, green, and blue lights illuminated the entire Qilin Pavilion.

"It's beautiful." Zhao Ji looked at the light that broke through the darkness in the heavy snow and said subconsciously.

"It's so strong." Yuanli also said uncontrollably, in that mass of energy that had no divine wind, no thick void clouds, no frost, and ordinary energy like a water mass, Yuanli felt a power that could torture himself.

"That's him, and he made it." The startled salamander smiled faintly, but he didn't realize that his palm had been grasped on the window frame for some time, and his slender and slender fingers had scratched the hard window frame with deep finger prints.