I don't understand why Ye Xiayou disclosed his identity as he approached the capital. Ye San was not even worried about being in hiding all the way, but he was also cautious in everything.
In fact, the dissipation of energy in his body did not have much impact on Ye San Geng. The old man in the family was determined to let him learn the unprecedented domineering mental method at that time. He needed to rely on a body that was no less than that of a martial artist.
Unlike the Qi-refining warriors who train internally, the most important thing for external warriors is to train the muscles, bones and skin externally. It would be no exaggeration to say that those external warriors who have reached the pinnacle have copper skin and iron bones. On the third night of the night, I learned that there was an old man guarding the gate in the palace. He was a decade older than the old man at home. He was as strong as an ox and could break the wind with his fists. He was not much worse than a Qi-refining martial artist of the same realm.
The so-called refining qi is better than that of outsiders, so no one deserves it. Especially those who focus on brute force, like Lou Gui. If they really reach the ultimate state, they can break the body-protecting Qi of the Qi-refining martial artist with one punch, and then beat the person half to death with the next punch.
When I first taught Marquis Bo Jin in Lixia City and asked him to carry a Xuanhua ax that could crush anyone to death, I wanted him to win with brute force.
One force can reduce ten will be nothing more than that.
It is precisely because of the strange stacking Qi of the Overbearing Mind Technique that it requires a strong body to adapt to the swelling of the Qi in the body. Therefore, while refining Qi, one must also pay attention to the physical training. This has made Ye Sangeng have been on the front lines of Lord Rabbit every time since he was a child. After being soaked in a jar of potion every day, and being beaten with fists and kicks that were no less than those of a martial artist from my own family, I developed a set of muscles and bones that were absolutely no worse than those of the same level of cultivation.
The basis for judging one's realm, passed down for thousands of years, is nothing more than an examination of the enemy and one's own inner self.
The Qi refining warrior's Qi sinks in the Dantian and travels around the sky. Every time he comes back, he feels that the meridians are expanding, or how far or near the object is, and he can understand it.
Foreign warriors mostly determine their own realm by fighting against the enemy. One against five and one against ten will naturally feel different. Only some large sects and aristocratic families can clearly know it by looking at their muscles and bones.
Even though he is a practitioner of breath and body in the middle of the night, he still focuses on refining qi, so that the first thing that comes to his mind is the classification of qi-refining warriors. Now that all the qi machines in his body are gone, fortunately, he still has the ability to train his body horizontally. Yes, although I don’t know what the specific state is, I believe it won’t be too bad after three shifts at night.
At least in the past month or so, I have suffered so many injuries several times, and every time I can survive it forcefully and be safe and sound, it also shows that my body is extraordinary.
But as the saying goes, be careful and sail the boat for thousands of years. Even in the middle of the night, you are still cautious and overly cautious.
But no one thought that after being careful for more than half a month, they were afraid that others would discover the whereabouts of the two of them and cause trouble, but Ye Xiayou would directly disclose their identities. Is this obviously telling everyone that they have returned to Beijing?
But he thought about entering the capital quietly and handling everything quietly. This would be a good idea. I'm afraid if nothing happens, the two of them would not be allowed to enter the capital, and everyone would have to know about it.
This is obviously not what Ye Sangeng wants.
After all, I don’t even know my own cultivation level, so I have to be somewhat confident before I can try something like soft versus hard.
Ye San now knows better that when he faced enemies in the past, he relied on his aura as support, supplemented by his strong physique and many moves, to be prepared with both hands to catch him off guard.
Now I only have a skill that I don't know the details of. I don't know what to do, and I don't know what to do.
Therefore, after Ye Xieyou finished speaking these words, the already tense nerves in the middle of the night became a little lighter again.
"You are sick."
Ye Sangen lowered his voice and said, "You've been living so freely these days, what do you want to sing now?"
Several people around him have cast doubtful glances. They are all bodyguards who have been in the world of escorts for many years. They naturally know the weight of this identity. The common people who are traveling with them, except for the familiar Panshan, the third young master, the third watch of the night, etc. It's not clear.
It's just that Ye San doesn't care about these people more, he cares about another one.
The carp in the river are the candidates who came to Beijing to take the spring examination in mid-March.
Naturally, it wasn't Ye San who had better things to ask. Instead, the man who talked so much all day long that he probably chatted with people all the time besides sleeping and even eating, said it himself.
After passing Tongguan and following this slow convoy for two days, the scholar who called himself Jiang Zhongli followed the convoy when they stopped at a post house.
Because there was no set time, the convoy moved extremely slowly. It was less than two thousand miles from Qianfeng to the capital. No matter how slow the carriage was, it would only take 20 days for Xiaoxing to stay overnight. This convoy set out on the tenth day of the first lunar month, and now More than a month has passed and the scene has just entered the realm of Jingzhao Mansion. I was surprised when I heard it in the middle of the night.
I was surprised at how calm the escort was.
But this was also the reason why Ye Sangen and Ye Xie chose to follow this group of convoys at that time. After all, it took up to three days of riding from Phoenix City to the capital, and no one could have imagined that they would be so inked.
Moreover, the escort agency will rarely be interrogated along the way, so you don’t have to worry.
It stands to reason that as a candidate for the imperial examination in Chunwei, there are many candidates from poor families. Regardless of the distance, they would like to come to Beijing half a year in advance to prepare for the imperial examination in order to be able to make friends with powerful people. It goes without saying that they make friends with high-ranking officials by chance, and all their true talents and knowledge can be recommended. Being a staff member is also a good way out.
Teng Wuji, the current chief minister of the cabinet, is one of the four most important ministers in this dynasty. When he was young, he worked as an aide and gradually rose to the position where he is now in a prominent family.
Even if you can't meet these dignitaries, it would be great to know a few more test takers. No one can say whether the classmates who are currently working together all night will win three yuan in a row tomorrow, and then they will be able to feel happy and make a living. .
But this student, who should have been in a hurry to go to Beijing to find a hotel in a good location to pay a visit or make friends, instead followed the convoy patiently and unhurriedly.
This didn't attract Ye Sangeng's attention too much. Even if he talked so much, it would just make people feel noisy. The reason why Ye Sangeng was always wary of him was because of his surname.
Jiang, the queen's family, has the surname of the country.
The Jiang family has been engaged in business in Guanzhong for generations and is as rich as any country. Not to mention whether anyone will focus on fame or fame, even the empress, who is the splendid lintel of the family, will never let her family do such a thing with thousands of troops. The matter of a horse crossing a single-plank bridge.
To take a step back, if you don’t want to take advantage of this and just want to rely on your true talents and knowledge to gain a bright future, then you can’t just walk to Beijing to take the exam.
There is only one family with the surname Jiang in the entire Zhou Dynasty, just like mentioning the Ye family means Panshan, and mentioning the surname Jiang means Mingdao Tomb. No one can believe that the descendants of the Jiang family will keep such a low profile when they go to Beijing to take the exam.
Naturally, such a rigorous logic could not be what was thought in the third watch of the night, but was quietly discussed in the first few nights of the night.
At the moment, Jiang Zhongli, who was introducing the local customs of Guanzhong to an escort at the back of the motorcade, stopped and looked at the two siblings.
Naturally, Ye Sangen noticed it secretly.
Even though He Jinsuo, who knew the identities of these two people, did not show any expected surprise or other expressions, he even just glanced this way and turned back after listening to his husband's introduction.
This was unexpected at midnight.
Turning his head and looking sideways seemingly unintentionally, he could see the expressions of everyone around him. He whispered again in the middle of the night: "What do you want to do?"
"Ask them to do a small favor." Ye Xiayou, who was wearing a curtain hat just to cover his blinking white hair, did not shy away from it, and did not deliberately control his voice.
Ye San, who didn't know what was going on, said "hmm" softly, showing confusion.
Ye Xiayou said: "Let the people who are looking for us know that we are back."
In the middle of the night, he responded with two wry smiles, "When you enter Beijing, those who know will naturally know."
Naturally, Ye Xiayou, who would not let Ye Sangen guess what he was thinking, said softly: "After passing Qingniyi, we will go to Beijing early tomorrow morning."
In the middle of the night, he once again said "Hmm" in confusion, "Aren't you going home?"
"Go to the capital first."
"Why?"
"Feed the grass."
"..."
As for the fact that Ye Xiaer always pretended to be profound when talking to him during this period, Ye Sangeng naturally had no choice. He couldn't talk to her, couldn't ask her, so he simply shut up.
At this time, a bodyguard came up from behind, without riding a horse, and followed them closely in the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, they recognized that they were resting on the official road that night and the weather was cold. It was the escort who gave the siblings a pot of Zhang Gong Shaojiu bought along the way. It was a famous strong liquor in Duji Road, but it was also bad wine.
It's cheap and has high alcohol content. One sip will burn your throat and heart. The alcohol will hit your head directly, refreshing your mind.
This escort's surname was Song, and he had only the character "殳" in his name. He hadn't interacted too much in the past few days, and he could probably count the words he had said on one hand. When he saw him hurrying up, out of politeness, he decided to do it in the middle of the night. The horse will come.
"Is there something wrong with Escort Song?"
The escort, Song Shu, was in his thirties and had a simple and honest face. He took out a wine gourd from his pocket and handed it to Ye Sangen, speaking in a dialect, "Our Qianfeng roasted sweet potatoes are very delicious."
In the middle of the night, I felt disrespectful. I pulled off the faucet cap on the gourd and took a sip. It was spicy, but it was a lot worse than the Zhang Gong Shao in Duji Road. It was soft and mellow, with a strong aroma of wine.
Ye Xiayou, who was so strong that he immediately reached out his hand.
Song Shu raised his head and looked at the woman who lifted the gauze curtain and took a small sip. Only half of her face was exposed, but it made Song Shu feel embarrassed. This man, who was said to be taking advantage of others by his name, asked: "Are you really the young lady and young master from the Yewang Mansion?"
Ye San couldn't help but laugh, "Can this still be fake?"
"That's true, that's true." Song Shu chuckled, his eyes narrowed into two slits, "I was on an escort trip a few days ago, and I heard someone say that as long as I send you two back to the capital, the prince will agree. Do you mean to do one thing?"
He turned his head to look at this honest-faced man. After several days of contact, he couldn't say that he was very accurate in reading people. He didn't think this man had any evil intentions at midnight. He got up early every day to check the goods. It was also the last one in the day to rest and prepare the carriage. During each break, he was busy delivering water and food. Regardless of whether he was a fellow escort or an outsider, he was very busy, very responsible and very careful.
In the middle of the night, I listened to the conversations between these escorts and the escorts and inferred that Song Shu had been living with the old escorts in this small escort agency since he was a child. Although he had no status, he could be regarded as one of the earliest members of the He Zimen. The person who opened the door, started working as a waiter and now is an escort, can be said to be one step at a time. In all these years, no one has ever said anything bad about him. Even if other escorts and escorts often talk about human nature, no one has ever said a bad word about him in the middle of the night.
It is not difficult for a person to be praised by others, but what is difficult is that everyone can say yes, and it is even more difficult to not be able to say a single negative thing openly or secretly.
Ye San didn't even think that this person had any small thoughts.
At least for now, the man's face was a little flushed with the bronze color from the sun. He asked again, "Just now this lady also said that it would be useful to mention your name in the capital, so can you do me a favor?"
In the middle of the night, curiosity suddenly arose. Even Ye Xiayou became interested in this man who was so honest that he could make demands after just a few days of contact. He turned slightly and listened.
The honest man had a silly smile on his face.
"Can you introduce me to a wife from the capital?"
