Chapter 425: Ying Zijin: I Really Don’t Want to Do It [10 more]
Ye Heng really didn't have any good feelings towards Ying Zijin, and even felt a bit of disgust towards her.
If Ying Zijin didn't come today, he could go to the ancient medical community and watch Lin Qingjia refine pills.
Although as Patriarch Ye said, there are many opportunities for this, every week Lin Qingjia would make medicine at the public medicine refining venue of the ancient medical community for the beginners of alchemy to learn.
But Ye Heng didn't want to give up any opportunity to meet Lin Qingjia, even if it was just a glance from a distance.
He also knew that with his identity, it was impossible for him to have any relationship with Lin Qingjia.
Lin Qingjia is proficient in both ancient medicine and ancient martial arts. She is a rare genius in the world. Many people in the ancient medicine and ancient 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 him go.
Ye Heng really couldn't understand.
Why should these ancient warriors treat an ordinary person so hospitably?
Isn't it a waste of his time to let him follow?
If he has the time, he might as well go to the ancient medical community and get to know a few more ancient doctors, so that his life and ancient martial arts skills will be guaranteed in the future.
As for the number one ancient warrior?
Not to mention the Ye family, even the three top ancient martial arts families of the Lin family combined are far behind and must be treated with respect.
The number one ancient warrior represents the pinnacle of the ancient martial arts world.
No one knew his exact age, or whether he was a man or a woman.
However, the number one ancient warrior has not appeared for a long time, and he may have died due to old age.
Nowadays, the younger generation in the ancient martial arts world just hear this title and do not have any great feelings about it.
But we have to admit that up to now, there is no second ancient martial artist in the ancient martial arts world whose cultivation can surpass the first ancient martial artist.
It seemed as if something was missing, an insurmountable gap.
Ye Heng spoke again coldly: "If you tell her, she can practice ancient martial arts? Can you hurry up, I still have to go to the ancient medical world."
Ye Ling's expression changed: "Ye Heng, Miss Ying is a VIP, how can you talk like that?!"
"Why do you care what I say?" Ye Heng sneered, "Then tell me, you wasted your time taking care of an ordinary person, what will you get in the end-"
Before he could finish his words, a cold iron weapon pressed against his forehead.
Ye Heng's body froze and he stopped talking.
"You live by the sea, why don't you go to the beach and dance in a bikini?" Yunshan pointed the gun at Ye Heng's forehead and sneered, "Miss Ying is an ordinary person, an ordinary person you can't afford to offend."
After a pause, his voice became even colder: "Misfortune comes from the mouth, Ye Heng, you'd better understand this truth. If I kill you today, the Justice Hall will not look for me."
This is the world of ancient martial arts, and killing is not against the law. After all, there are fights every day, and many ancient martial artists die.
Since we are in the ancient martial arts world, we must follow its rules.
Ye Heng pursed his lips, looked at Yunshan with fear, and indeed kept silent.
He could feel that Yunshan's internal strength was stronger than his.
But at the same time, Ye Heng looked down on Ying Zijin even more.
What's the point of relying on guards if you don't have any cultivation of your own?
Ying Zijin ignored Ye Heng. She continued looking at the portrait with a serious look in her eyes.
Kung Fu existed in ancient times, and there were many martial arts schools, but none of them were as magical as ancient martial arts.
You can use the power in the human body to your advantage and strengthen your body.
It was indeed she who brought ancient martial arts to Earth, and it was originally just an experiment.
She simplified her cultivation system in the spiritual world and integrated it with ancient Kung Fu.
She also wrote some methods of cultivation and gave them to one of her disciples.
After that, there were ancient warriors.
It can develop the physical limits of human beings, and the combat power has also been further improved.
But all in all, it was only her apprentice who was taught the ancient martial arts by her personally.
She had actually been to China several times at that time, but except for the last time, she didn't stay long each time.
The three most important times were when she accepted disciples.
For the first time, she accepted Feng Xiu as her apprentice.
The second time, she accepted Fu Xi as her apprentice, and the world of ancient medicine was opened up from then on.
The third time, she accepted Diwu Shaoxian as her apprentice, and the art of divination developed rapidly.
Although the person in the image was blurry, Ying Zijin knew that this was her apprentice, Feng Xiu.
Most powerful ancient warriors have a lifespan of over three hundred years, and the strong ones can live for five hundred years.
Feng Xiu might actually still be alive.
Ying Zijin lowered her eyes and retracted her gaze: "Let's go."
"Miss Ying, don't take it to heart, just ignore him." Ye Ling whispered, "Many ancient warriors actually have this problem to some extent, looking down on the outside world."
"It's all caused by the environment, but it's much better now."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin tilted his head, thinking, and suddenly asked: "Do you still want to learn ancient medicine?"
Ye Ling was stunned, pursed her lips slightly, and smiled bitterly: "My talent in ancient martial arts can't even be said to be good, how can I have 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 just happens to be mediocre in both.
The ancient martial arts are not practiced well, and the ancient medicine is also very poor.
Ying Zijin raised his eyes and said calmly: "If I don't have a talent for ancient martial arts, will it affect my study of ancient medicine? Is there such a saying?"
Ancient medicine and ancient martial arts are not in conflict with each other, and they even complement each other.
However, as time has passed, no one in the ancient medical and martial arts circles knows about this kind of thing.
"Yes, both ancient martial arts and ancient medicine require internal energy." Ye Ling explained, "Although they are both internal energy, the two types of internal energy are completely different. Ancient medicine is more gentle, while ancient martial arts is more domineering."
"So there are very few people who can integrate these two completely opposite internal energies."
If an ancient doctor accidentally used a more powerful internal force when making elixirs or giving acupuncture to a patient, the consequences would only be the explosion of the medicine furnace and the rupture of the patient's blood vessels.
Ying Zijin nodded and said, "I have never heard of this. I think ancient medicine and ancient martial arts have the same origin, so it is not difficult to practice both."
"Miss Ying's view was also expressed by the great elder of the Fu family, but they have not 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 when he heard this: "She also has a talent for ancient martial arts, I——"
Yunshan raised his gun again.
Ye Heng could only swallow his words back, but his expression was still sarcastic.
Is it easy to practice both ancient medicine and ancient martial arts?
Do you really think everyone is Lin Qingjia?
Can you compare?
Ye Heng really didn't want to listen to such boring nonsense anymore, so he left with a cold face without saying hello.
Ye Ling was unable to stop him, her expression changed: "Ms. Ying, he..."
Ying Zijin didn't look at Ye Heng, but just said, "Excuse me, I want to go to your training ground and take a look."
Ye Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed: "Okay, Miss Ying, we'll just watch from the sidelines. There are a lot of people practicing martial arts over there, and I'm afraid they might hurt you."
The three of them turned around and went to the training ground.
The parade ground is very large, with all kinds of cold weapons placed around it.
Most ancient martial artists look down on the high technology of the outside world, and are even less capable of using guns or something like that. They believe that external forces can never compare to their own strength.
As soon as Ye Ling and Ying Zijin entered, they heard the sound of Feng Pokong.
“Shua——”
A javelin flew straight out from the center of the training ground, exactly in the direction of Ying Zijin.
Yunshan's ears twitched, he raised his head, his expression changed: "Miss Ying, be careful!"
He immediately raised his gun and fired a bullet at the javelin.
With a "crack", the javelin broke in the middle and fell to the ground.
Just a little bit and the javelin would have penetrated the body.
Obviously intentional.
Yunshan had a very cold expression. He stood in front of the girl and looked coldly at the young men who walked out of the training ground.
At the same time, Ying Zijin's hand loosened from Ye Ling's shoulder, raised his chin slightly, and said calmly: "Who are they?"
Ye Ling's face was still a little pale, and her body trembled: "The man who threw the javelin is called Ye Lang, from my second uncle's family. In this generation, his ancient martial arts talent is second only to my eldest brother. Ye Heng is not his opponent either. He has always acted arrogantly."
Ye Lang used a lot of internal strength when throwing the javelin.
Her cultivation was not high, and all the internal energy in her body was suppressed, so she had no way to escape the javelin's lock.
How did she avoid it?
"You're still using guns?" One of the young men glanced at Yunshan with a mocking expression, "So useless?"
Ye Lang didn't say anything, but he used his internal strength again.
This time it was not aimed at the person, but at the gun in Yunshan's hand.
“Crack, crack—”
Under the pressure of internal force, the gun broke into pieces, fell to the ground and turned into scrap metal.
Ye Lang then spoke, calmly: "Don't let me see this kind of thing."
(End of this chapter)
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