True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 425 Ying Ziying: I really don’t want to do it [10 more]

  Ye Heng really doesn't have any good feelings for Ying Zijin, and he has a bit more disgust.

  If Ying Zijin does not come today, he can go to the ancient medical world to see Lin Qingjia refine the pill.

  Although, as Patriarch Ye said, there are many opportunities. Every week, Lin Qingjia will refining medicine at the public refining venue of the ancient medicine circle for the ancient healers who are new to alchemy to learn.

  Ke Ye Heng didn't want to give up any chance to meet Lin Qingjia, even if it was just a distant glance.

  He also knew that in his capacity, it was impossible to have any relationship with Lin Qingjia.

  Lin Qingjia's ancient medicine and ancient martial arts double cultivation, a genius that is hard to see in the world, there are many people in ancient medical circles and ancient martial arts who 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 also reluctant to let go.

   Ye Heng really can’t understand.

  An ordinary person, why make them, ancient warriors, treat each other so diligently?

  Let him follow, is it a waste of his time?

  With time, he might as well go to the ancient medical world and get to know a few more ancient doctors, so that his life and ancient martial arts will be guaranteed in the future.

  As for the first ancient warrior?

  Don't talk about the Ye family, even if the three top ancient martial arts families of the Lin family add up, they are beyond the reach, and they must be respected.

  The first ancient martial artist, representing the pinnacle of the ancient martial world.

  No one knows his exact age, and no one knows whether he is a man or a woman.

  However, the first ancient warrior hasn’t appeared for a long time, and maybe his life is exhausted.

  Now the younger generation of the ancient martial arts world, at best, they just listen to this title, and they don't have much feelings.

  But I have to admit that up to now, there is no second ancient martial artist in the ancient martial arts world that can surpass the first ancient martial artist.

  It seems that something is missing, and an insurmountable gap is crossed, just so close.

  Ye Heng said coldly: "You told her that she can practice ancient martial arts? Can you hurry up, I have to go to the ancient medical world."

   Ye Ling's face changed: "Ye Heng, Miss Ying is a VIP, how do you talk?!"

   "What do you care about me?" Ye Heng chuckled, "Then you say, you waste time to take care of an ordinary person, you can finally get—"

  Before he finished speaking, his forehead was held back by a cold iron tool.

   Ye Heng's body stiffened, and all words stopped.

"Your family lives by the sea, the tube is so wide, why don't you go to the beach to dance in a bikini?" Yunshan held a gun, pointed at Ye Heng's forehead, and sneered, "Miss Ying is an ordinary person, and you can't afford it. Ordinary people."

   After a pause, his voice was even colder: "The misfortune comes from your mouth, Ye Heng, you better understand this. I killed you today, and the Judiciary will not look for me."

  This is the ancient martial arts world. It is not illegal to kill. After all, there are struggles every day, and many ancient martial artists die.

  Since you are in the ancient martial world, you must also follow the rules of the ancient martial world.

   Ye Heng pursed his lips, glanced at Yunshan with dread, and stopped talking as expected.

  He can feel the inner strength in Yunshan, which is stronger than him.

  But at the same time, Ye Heng is even less interested in Yingziyan.

  There is no self-cultivation base, and it only relies on guards. What's the use?

  Ling Zijin ignored Ye Heng, she was still looking at the portrait, her eyes condensed.

  In ancient times, there was Kung Fu, and there were many martial arts schools, but they weren’t as magical as Guwu.

  The power in the human body can be used for oneself to strengthen the body.

  Guwu was indeed brought to the earth by her, initially it was just an experiment.

  She simplified her cultivation system in the world of spiritual cultivation, integrating ancient kung fu.

   wrote some cultivation methods and gave them to one of her apprentices.

After   , there will be ancient warriors.

  Able to develop the limits of human body, the force value has also been newly improved.

  But she is full of calculations, and only her apprentice is the ancient martial arts she taught herself.

  She had actually been to China several times, but except for the last time, she stayed not long each time.

  The most important three times were when she accepted disciples.

  For the first time, she accepted Fengxiu as an apprentice.

  The second time, she accepted Fu Xi as an apprentice, and the ancient medical world opened up since then.

   For the third time, she accepted the fifth Shaoxian as an apprentice, and Gua Shuan developed rapidly.

  Although the person painted in this image is vague, Ying Zijin knows that this is her apprentice, Fengxiu.

  Formidable ancient warriors, most of them have a life span of more than three hundred years, and the strong ones can live for five hundred years.

  Feng Xiu may indeed be alive.

  Ying Ziyan narrowed his eyes and retracted his gaze: "Let's go."

  "Miss Ying, don't worry about it, just ignore him." Ye Ling whispered, "Many ancient warriors actually have this problem more or less and look down on the outside world."

   "It's all caused by the environment, but it's much better now."

  Ying Zijin heard the words, tilted his head, thoughtful, and suddenly said, "Do you still want to learn ancient medicine?"

   Ye Ling was taken aback, slightly pursed his lips, and gave a wry smile: "My ancient martial arts talent is not good, where can I still have time to learn ancient medicine?"

  Ye Ling knew that although she had the talents of both ancient doctors and ancient martial arts, she and Lin Qingjia were not the same kind of people.

  She happens to be the kind of person who is both mediocre.

  The ancient martial arts is not good, and the ancient medicine is also very poor.

  Ling Zijin raised his eyes, faintly: "The talent of ancient martial arts is not good, will it affect the study of ancient medicine? Is there such a saying?"

  The ancient medicine and the ancient martial arts do not conflict, and they even complement each other.

  But this kind of thing, time has passed, and no one in the ancient medical world and ancient martial arts really knows.

   "Yes, both Gu Wu and Gu Yi use internal energy." Ye Ling explained, "Although both are internal energy, these two types of internal energy are completely different. Ancient medicine is softer and Gu Wu is more domineering."

   "So few people can merge these two completely opposite inner strengths."

  If the ancient doctor accidentally used a more domineering internal force when making alchemy or applying acupuncture to the patient, the result would only be an explosion of the medicine furnace and bursting of the patient's blood vessel.

  嬴子衿 pressed his head and said, "I have never heard of such a saying. I think ancient medicine and ancient martial arts have the same roots, and dual cultivation is not difficult."

"Ms. Ying's view, the Fu family's elder also said so, but so far I haven't found a way." Ye Ling smiled, "If Miss Ying is interested in Guwu, the Ye family will test Guwu. A gifted tool."

   Ye Heng laughed: "She still has the talent of ancient martial arts, I—"

   Yunshan raised his gun again.

   Ye Heng could only swallow the words back, but his expression was still very sarcasm.

  It’s easy to repair ancient medicine and ancient martial arts?

  Do you really think everyone is Lin Qingjia?

   is it comparable?

   Ye Heng really didn't want to listen to this kind of silly nonsense, did not say hello, and left by himself with a cold face.

   Ye Ling could not stop him, his expression changed: "Miss Ying, he..."

  Ling Zijin did not look at Ye Heng, but just said: "Trouble, I want to go to your school."

   Ye Ling hesitated for a while, and finally agreed: "Okay, Miss Ying, let's take a look on the side. Many people over there are practicing martial arts, I am afraid it will hurt you."

  The three turned around and went to the school grounds.

  The school field is very large, with all kinds of cold weapons placed around it.

  Most ancient warriors look down on the high-tech of the outside world, let alone use guns. They think that external forces can't compare to their own strength.

  As soon as Ye Ling entered with Ying Ziying, the sound of Feng Pokong came in her ears.

   "唰——"

  A javelin flew straight out from the center of the schoolyard, in this direction Yingzijin.

   Yunshan's ear moved and raised his head, his expression changed: "Miss Ying, be careful!"

  He immediately raised the gun, and the javelin was a bullet.

   With a "click", the javelin broke apart from the middle and fell to the ground.

  Just so close, the javelin will pass through the body.

   is obviously intentional.

   Yunshan's expression was cold, he stood in front of the girl, and looked at the young people who came out of the school.

  At the same time, Ying Zijin's hand was released from Ye Ling's shoulder, and his jaw was slightly raised, his expression faint: "They are?"

Ye Ling's complexion was still pale, and his body trembled: "The javelin thrower is called Ye Lang, who belongs to my second uncle. In this generation, his ancient martial arts talent is second only to my elder brother, and Ye Heng is not. His opponent, he has always acted arrogantly."

When Ye Lang threw this javelin, he used a lot of internal energy.

  Her cultivation level is not high, all the internal energy in the body is suppressed, and there is no way to escape the lock of the javelin.

  How did she avoid it?

  "Do you still use a gun?" One of the young people glanced at Yunshan, with a mocking expression, "So useless?"

   Ye Lang didn't speak, but he used his inner strength again.

  This time it was not at people, but at the gun in Yunshan's hand.

   "Crack, click—"

   Under the squeeze of the internal force, the gun shattered like that, fell to the ground and became scrap iron.

  Ye Lang said, faintly: "Let me see this kind of thing."

  (End of this chapter)