Chapter 425 Ying Zijin: I really don't want to take action [10 updates]
Ye Heng truly had no good feelings towards Ying Zijing; in fact, he felt quite disgusted by her.
If Ying Zijing hadn't come today, he could have gone to the ancient medical community to watch Lin Qingjia refine elixirs.
As the Ye family head said, there are many opportunities. Every week, Lin Qingjia would refine medicine at the public alchemy venue in the ancient medical community for beginners in alchemy to learn from.
But Ye Heng didn't want to give up any opportunity to meet Lin Qingjia, even if it was just a fleeting glance.
He also knew that, given his status, it was impossible for him to have any relationship with Lin Qingjia.
Lin Qingjia is a rare genius, skilled in both ancient medicine and martial arts. Many people in the ancient medicine and martial arts circles want to marry her.
People in the ancient martial arts world either get married very early or very late.
Lin Qingjia is only 22 years old this year, and the Lin family is reluctant to let her go.
Ye Heng really couldn't understand it.
Why would an ordinary person be treated so warmly by these ancient martial arts practitioners?
Wouldn't it be a waste of his time to have him come along?
He would rather spend his time in the field of ancient medicine and get to know more ancient doctors, so that his life and martial arts cultivation would be more secure in the future.
As for the first ancient martial arts master?
Let alone the Ye family, even the three top ancient martial arts families combined are far inferior to the Lin family and must be treated with respect.
The first ancient martial arts master represents the pinnacle of the ancient martial arts world.
No one knows his exact age, nor does anyone know whether he is male or female.
However, the first ancient martial artist has not appeared for a long time, and may have already died from exhaustion of his lifespan.
The younger generation in the ancient martial arts world today only hears about this title, and doesn't really feel anything about it.
However, it must be admitted that, to this day, no other martial artist in the world has surpassed the first martial artist in terms of skill.
It's as if something is missing, an insurmountable chasm lies between them, just a little bit short.
Ye Heng spoke coldly again: "You told her, and now she can practice ancient martial arts? Can you hurry up? I still need to go to the ancient medical community."
Ye Ling's expression changed: "Ye Heng, Miss Ying is a VIP, how can you speak like that?!"
"What business is it of yours how I speak?" Ye Heng scoffed. "Then tell me, what will you gain in the end by wasting your time taking care of an ordinary person—"
Before he could finish speaking, a cold metal object pressed against his forehead.
Ye Heng froze, and all his words fell silent.
"You live by the sea, why are you so nosy? Why don't you go dance in a bikini on the beach?" Yunshan pointed the gun at Ye Heng's forehead and sneered, "Miss Ying is an ordinary person, and an ordinary person you can't afford to offend."
He paused, his voice growing colder: "Words can be dangerous, Ye Heng. You'd better understand this. Even if I kill you today, the Court of Justice won't come after me."
This is the world of ancient martial arts, where killing is not illegal. After all, battles happen every day, and many ancient martial arts practitioners die.
Since we are in the world of ancient martial arts, we must abide by its rules.
Ye Heng pursed his lips, glanced at Yun Shan warily, and indeed kept quiet.
He could sense that Yunshan's internal energy was stronger than his own.
At the same time, Ye Heng looked down on Ying Zijin even more.
What use is it to rely solely on guards if one has no cultivation of one's own?
Ying Zijing ignored Ye Heng, still looking at the portrait with a deep gaze.
Kung Fu existed in ancient times, and there were many martial arts schools, but none were as magical as the ancient martial arts.
It can harness the body's inherent energy to improve health and fitness.
Ancient martial arts were indeed brought to Earth by her; it was initially just an experiment.
She adapted her cultivation system from the spiritual cultivation world, incorporating elements of ancient martial arts.
She also wrote down some cultivation methods and gave them to one of her disciples.
After that, ancient martial arts practitioners emerged.
It can unlock the limits of the human body, and its combat power has also been enhanced.
But all things considered, only her disciple was the one she personally taught ancient martial arts.
She had actually been to China several times, but apart from the last time, she never stayed for long.
The three most important times were when she accepted apprentices.
The first time, she took Feng Xiu as her disciple.
The second time, she took Fu Xi as her apprentice, thus opening a new chapter in the world of ancient medicine.
The third time, she took Fifth Shaoxian as her apprentice, and the art of divination developed rapidly.
Although the person in the image was blurry, Ying Zijing knew that it was her apprentice, Feng Xiu.
Powerful ancient martial arts practitioners mostly live for more than three hundred years, and the strongest can live for five hundred years.
Feng Xiu might actually still be alive.
Ying Zijing lowered her eyes and withdrew her gaze: "Let's go."
"Miss Ying, please don't take it to heart, just ignore him," Ye Ling said softly. "Many ancient martial arts practitioners actually have this problem to some extent, looking down on the outside world."
"It was all caused by the environment, but things are much better now."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing tilted her head, seemingly lost in thought, and suddenly asked, "Do you still want to study ancient medicine?"
Ye Ling was taken aback, pursed her lips slightly, and gave a wry smile: "My talent in ancient martial arts is not even good, so where would I find the time to learn ancient medicine?"
Ye Ling knew that although she possessed the talents of both ancient medicine and ancient martial arts, she and Lin Qingjia were not the same kind of people.
She happens to be mediocre in both aspects.
If you can't master ancient martial arts, you'll also be bad at ancient medicine.
Ying Zijing raised her eyes and said calmly, "Is it true that poor talent in ancient martial arts will affect one's ability to learn ancient medicine?"
Ancient medicine and ancient martial arts are not in conflict; in fact, they complement each other.
However, as time has passed, no one in the ancient medical and martial arts circles knows about this anymore.
“Yes, both ancient martial arts and ancient medicine require the use of internal energy,” Ye Ling explained. “Although both are internal energy, they are completely different. Ancient medicine is gentler, while ancient martial arts is more domineering.”
"Therefore, very few people can integrate these two completely opposite internal energies."
If an ancient physician accidentally used an even more powerful internal force while refining elixirs or performing acupuncture on a patient, the consequences would only be an explosion of the medicine furnace and a ruptured blood vessel in the patient.
Ying Zijin pressed her head: "I've never heard of such a saying. I think ancient medicine and ancient martial arts are of the same origin, so dual cultivation is not difficult."
"The Fu family's eldest elder also expressed the same viewpoint as Miss Ying, but they haven't found a solution yet." Ye Ling smiled. "If Miss Ying is interested in ancient martial arts, the Ye family has tools to test ancient martial arts talent."
Ye Heng laughed: "She can even have talent in ancient martial arts? I—"
Yunshan raised his gun again.
Ye Heng could only swallow his words back, but his expression remained sarcastic.
Is it really that simple to cultivate both ancient medicine and ancient martial arts?
Do you really think everyone is Lin Qingjia?
Can you even compare?
Ye Heng really didn't want to listen to this boring nonsense anymore, so he left without saying goodbye and with a cold face.
Ye Ling couldn't stop him, and her expression changed: "Miss Ying, he..."
Ying Zijing didn't look at Ye Heng, but simply said, "It's troublesome, I'd like to go and take a look at your training ground."
Ye Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed: "Okay, Miss Ying, we'll just watch from the side. There are quite a few people practicing martial arts over there, and they might hurt you."
The three of them then turned and headed back to the training ground.
The training ground was very large, and all sorts of cold weapons were placed around it.
Most traditional martial arts practitioners look down on high technology from the outside world, and they don't know how to use guns or anything like that. They believe that external forces can never compare to their own strength.
As soon as Ye Ling led Ying Zijin inside, they heard the sound of wind whistling through the air.
"Whoosh—"
A javelin flew straight out from the center of the training ground, heading directly in Ying Zijing's direction.
Yunshan's ears twitched, and he looked up, his expression changing: "Miss Ying, be careful!"
He immediately raised his gun and fired a bullet at the javelin.
With a "crack," the javelin broke in half and fell to the ground.
It was just a hair's breadth away; the javelin would have pierced through his body.
It was obviously intentional.
Yunshan's expression was icy as he stood in front of the girl, coldly watching the group of young men who had emerged from the training ground.
At the same time, Ying Zijing released her hand from Ye Ling's shoulder, slightly raised her chin, and asked calmly, "Who are they?"
Ye Ling's face was still a little pale, and her body trembled slightly: "The person who threw the javelin is called Ye Lang. He is from my second uncle's family. In this generation, his ancient martial arts talent is second only to my eldest brother. Ye Heng is no match for him either. He has always been arrogant."
Ye Lang used a great deal of internal force when he threw the javelin.
Her cultivation level was not high, and all the internal energy in her body was suppressed, so she was unable to escape the javelin's lock.
How did she avoid it?
"Still using guns?" One of the youths glanced at Yunshan with a mocking expression. "So useless?"
Ye Lang didn't speak, but he used his internal energy once again.
This time, the target wasn't a person, but the gun in Yunshan's hand.
"Click-clack—"
Under the pressure of internal energy, the gun shattered and fell to the ground, becoming scrap metal.
Ye Lang then spoke, saying calmly, "Don't let me see this kind of thing."
(End of this chapter)
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