Ye Heng really didn't like Ying Zijin at all. He even hated her a little.
If Ying Zijin didn't come today, he could go to the ancient medicine world and watch Lin Qingjia refine pills.
Just as Master Ye said, there were many opportunities. Every week, Lin Qingjia would refine pills in the ancient medicine world's public pill refining hall for beginners to learn.
But Ye Heng didn't want to give up any chance to meet Lin Qingjia, even if it was just a glance from afar.
He also knew that with his identity, it was impossible to have anything to do with Lin Qingjia.
Lin Qingjia practiced both ancient medicine and ancient martial arts. She was a rare genius. Many people in the ancient medicine world and ancient martial arts world wanted to marry her.
People in the ancient martial arts world either married early or late.
Lin Qingjia was only 22 years old this year, and the Lin family was reluctant to let her go.
Ye Heng really couldn't understand.
Why would an ordinary person like her be treated so well by these ancient warriors?
Wasn't it a waste of his time to follow her?
If he had time, he might as well go to the ancient medicine world and get to know more ancient doctors. His life and ancient martial arts cultivation would be guaranteed in the future.
As for the number one ancient warrior?
Not to mention the Ye Clan, even if the Lin Clan and the other three top ancient martial arts clans were combined, they would still have to be respectful.
The number one ancient warrior represented the pinnacle of the ancient martial arts world.
No one knew his specific age, and no one knew whether he was a man or a woman.
However, the number one ancient warrior hadn't appeared for a long time. Maybe he had died of old age.
The younger generation of the Ancient Martial Arts World would at most listen to this title. They did not have much of a reaction to it.
But they had to admit that until now, there was no second ancient warrior in the ancient martial arts world who could surpass the number one ancient warrior.
It was as if something was missing, and there was an insurmountable gap. Just a little bit more.
Ye Heng said coldly, "If you tell her, she can practice ancient martial arts? Can you hurry up? I still have to go to the ancient medicine world. "
Ye Ling's face changed, "Ye Heng, Miss Ying is a VIP. How can you say that?!"
"Why do you care what I say?" Ye Heng sneered, "Then tell me, if you waste your time taking care of an ordinary person, what will you get in the end —"
Before he could finish his words, his forehead was pressed against a cold iron object.
Ye Heng's body stiffened, and he stopped talking.
"Your family lives by the sea. Why don't you go to the beach and dance in a bikini?" Yunshan held the gun and aimed it at Ye Heng's forehead. He sneered, "Miss Ying is an ordinary person. She is also an ordinary person that you can't afford to offend."
After a pause, his voice became even colder. "Ye Heng, you better understand this. Even if I kill you today, the Hall of Justice won't look for me."
This was the ancient martial arts world. Killing people was not against the law. After all, there were fights every day, and many ancient martial artists died.
Since they were in the ancient martial arts world, they had to follow the rules of the ancient martial arts world.
Ye Heng pursed his lips and looked at Yunshan fearfully. As expected, Yunshan stopped talking.
He could feel that Yunshan's internal force was stronger than his.
But at the same time, Ye Heng looked down on Ying Zijin even more.
She had no cultivation and only relied on her bodyguards. What was the use?
Ying Zijin ignored Ye Heng. She was still looking at the portrait with a serious expression.
In ancient times, there was martial arts. There were also many martial arts sects, but they were not as magical as ancient martial arts.
They could turn the power in the human body into their own and strengthen the body.
She was the one who brought ancient martial arts to Earth. At first, it was just an experiment.
She simply used the cultivation system she learned from the Spiritual Cultivation World and fused it with ancient martial arts.
She also wrote some cultivation methods and gave them to one of her disciples.
After that, there were ancient martial artists.
They could develop the limits of the human body and their martial arts value was also increased.
But at the very most, only this disciple of hers was taught ancient martial arts by her.
She actually went to Hua several times, but except for the last time, she didn't stay for long.
The most important three times were when she accepted a disciple.
The first time, she accepted Feng Xiu as her disciple.
The second time, she accepted Fu Xi as her disciple, and the field of ancient medicine was opened.
The third time, she accepted Diwu Shaoxuan as her disciple, and the field of divination developed rapidly.
Although the person in the portrait was blurry, Ying Zijin knew that it was her disciple, Feng Xiu.
Most of the powerful ancient martial artists had a lifespan of more than three hundred years. The strong ones could live up to five hundred years.
Feng Xiu might still be alive.
Ying Zijin looked away and said, "Let's go."
"Miss Ying, don't take it to heart. Just ignore him," Ye Ling said in a low voice. "Many ancient martial artists more or less have this problem. They don't care about the outside world."
"It's all caused by the environment, but it's much better now."
Hearing this, Ying Zijin tilted her head thoughtfully and suddenly said, "Do you still want to learn ancient medicine?"
Ye Ling was stunned. She pursed her lips and smiled bitterly. "I'm not even talented in ancient martial arts. How can I have time to learn ancient medicine?"
Ye Ling knew that although she was talented in both ancient medicine and ancient martial arts, she and Lin Qingjia were not the same kind of people.
She happened to be the kind of person who was mediocre in both aspects.
She was not good at ancient martial arts, and she was also bad at ancient medicine.
Ying Zijin looked up and said calmly, "If you're not talented in ancient martial arts, it will affect your study of ancient medicine? Is there such a thing? "
Ancient medicine and ancient martial arts did not conflict with each other. They even complemented each other.
However, such a thing had been going on for a long time, and no one in the ancient medicine and ancient martial arts world knew about it.
"Yes, ancient martial arts and ancient medicine both require inner strength," Ye Ling explained. "Although they are both inner strength, these two types of inner strength are completely different. Ancient medicine is gentler, and ancient martial arts is more domineering."
"That's why very few people can combine these two completely different types of inner strength."
If an ancient doctor accidentally used the more domineering inner strength when refining pills or performing acupuncture on a patient, the consequences would be an explosion of the medicine furnace and the patient's blood vessels.
Ying Zijin pressed her head and said, "I've never heard of such a thing. I think ancient medicine and ancient martial arts have the same roots, so it shouldn't be difficult for them to dual cultivate."
"Miss Ying's point of view is the same as the First Elder of the Fu Family, but he hasn't found a way yet." Ye Ling smiled. "If Miss Ying is interested in ancient martial arts, the Ye Family has a tool to test her talent."
Ye Heng laughed. "She has the talent for ancient martial arts? I …"
Yunshan raised his gun again.
Ye Heng could only swallow his words, but his expression was still sarcastic.
Dual cultivating ancient medicine and ancient martial arts was easy?
Did they really think that everyone was like Lin Qingjia?
Could they compare?
Ye Heng really did not want to listen to this nonsense anymore. He did not even say goodbye and walked away with a cold face.
Ye Ling could not stop him. Her expression changed. "Miss Ying, he …"
Ying Zijin did not look at Ye Heng. She only said, "Please, I want to take a look at your school."
Ye Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. "Okay, Miss Ying, we'll just take a look at the side. There are many people practicing martial arts there, and I'm afraid they might hurt you."
The three of them turned around and went to the school.
The school was very big, and there were all kinds of cold weapons around.
Most ancient martial artists did not care about the advanced technology of the outside world, and they did not know how to use guns. They believed that external forces could not compare to their own strength.
Ye Ling brought Ying Zijin in and heard the sound of wind breaking through the air.
"Swish —"
A javelin flew straight out from the center of the drill ground, coming from Ying Zijin's direction.
Yunshan's ears twitched. He raised his head and his expression changed. "Miss Ying, be careful!"
He immediately raised his gun and fired a bullet at the javelin.
"Crack!" The javelin broke from the middle and fell to the ground.
The javelin was so close to piercing through her body.
It was obviously intentional.
Yunshan's expression was very cold. He stood in front of the girl and looked coldly at the young men walking out of the school.
At the same time, Ying Zijin released her hand from Ye Ling's shoulder. She raised her chin slightly and looked indifferent. "Who are they?"
Ye Ling's face was still a little pale. Her body trembled. "The person who threw the javelin is called Ye Lang. He's from my second uncle's family. In this generation, his ancient martial arts talent is second only to my eldest brother. Even Ye Heng is not his opponent. He has always been arrogant."
When Ye Xin threw the javelin, he used a lot of inner strength.
Her cultivation was not high, and all the inner strength in her body was suppressed. There was no way she could escape from the javelin.
How did she avoid it?
"Still using a gun?" One of the young men looked at Yunshan with a mocking expression. "So useless?"
Ye Lang did not speak, but he used his inner 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 the inner strength, the gun broke and fell to the ground, turning into scrap metal.
Only then did Ye Lang speak. "Don't let me see this kind of thing."
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