Yongcheng is a city located in the western part of New Tang Dynasty, about three to four hundred miles away from Chang'an. After leaving Yongcheng, you will walk east along the Wei River. In just a few days, you will be able to reach the prosperous Tang capital Chang'an.

A carriage was walking slowly on the road to Yongcheng.

On the edge of the carriage were Yi Hongyan and the Young Master Qingyi. Yi Hongyan was driving the horse forward with a whip, while the Young Master Qingyi was holding a book in his hand, regardless of the bumps in the carriage, and was stunning. Inside the carriage were Yingping and sisters and Ye Changshan.

It turned out that after leaving Panxian Village, the group walked all the way to the northeast, planning to rest in Yongcheng first. When they arrived in Yongcheng, they would be able to arrive in Chang'an in just two days at most.

As he walked along the way, Ye Changshan felt novel. After all, he had been to the town at the farthest time before. So he opened the curtains from time to time and looked out the windows to experience this unheard of "flower world".

However, Yingping changed his previous liveliness and activity. Since he got on the car, he was surprisingly quiet. He spent most of the time stunned and sometimes even grinned. Looking at his brother's stupid look, Yi Yi was a little worried. Could this brother who entered a poor family have become a fool, right?

Just when Yi Yi was extremely worried, Yingping suddenly patted Ye Changshan and said—

"Hey, long gown, do you think this poor family really has such great magic? It attracted people from all over the Central Plains to come, regardless of gender, age, and even cut their heads and wanted to squeeze in."

Ye Changshan couldn't help but feel speechless, thinking to himself that this is not nonsense? Look at how happy you are? Why do you ask such a childish question instead?

Although Ye Changshan felt funny in his heart, he still answered seriously, saying, "That's natural. Even my country kids have heard of the deeds of poor families, let alone those literati and heroes."

"Well... this is, after all, the leader of a poor sect is a genius that is rare in a thousand years, and may be more than a thousand years. I think that from ancient times to the present, I am afraid that one of him can only be found like this!"

Ye Changshan no longer paid attention to the proud Yingping and continued to appreciate the scenery outside the window.

Seeing that the chat ended with him, Yingping said again: "Hey! Have you heard of it? Some admirers from poor families cannot even join the poor families after taking the cold exam five times in a row. This year, many people are still indomitable and even go to take the exam."

"This spirit is also admirable." Ye Changshan responded without looking back.

"Admiration? I think I'm stupid. I don't know how much I weigh? I'll know the depth of this cold test after taking it once, and I'm trying to pass it by luck. I don't even look at whoever passed the cold test!"

"Who?"

"That's naturally the most proud man from heaven, like me!" Yingping put his waist on his waist and pointed his thumb at him with his other hand, and boasted shamelessly. Then, he smiled and said, "Hey! Long gown, you said that the old man who is such a heroic figure in the sect leader will definitely not accept me as his disciple just because of my father's face, right? Hey! I guess I must have some characteristics that make him think I am a plastic material, so he made an exception to accept me as his disciple, right?"

Characteristics? I'm afraid that you don't have any characteristics except for your mysterious confidence, right?

Ye Changshan said funny, but before he could speak, he heard Yi Yi say—

"Brother, you are bragging again!"

Although Yi Yi was ignorant, as long as she saw Yingping showing her arrogant smile habitually, she knew that her brother was bragging.

"Go and go, what do children know at home?" Seeing that the cowhide was pointed out by her sister, Yingping couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and then he imitated the rebel father's daily excuses. Then, he found another topic to divert the conversation and said-

"Longyun, what is the origin of my biological father?"

How could Ye Changshan know? He had to guess randomly: "I don't know, maybe he is a high-ranking official in Chang'an."

"Well...it's very likely..."

Ying Ping touched his chin and thought, then his eyes suddenly narrowed into thin slits, as if he had discovered something amazing, and said to Ye Changshan mysteriously—

"Can't it...my biological father...is the leader of a poor sect!?"

'hiss--'

The carriage and horses seemed to be subjected to some resistance and suddenly stopped, and a neighing sound was heard. At the same time, the carriage suddenly stopped. The three people in the carriage were caught off guard by the sudden situation and fell into the carriage.

After a while, Yi Hongyan pulled up the curtain and said with a serious expression: "What do children know at home? What are they talking nonsense here!"

After saying that, he dropped the curtain and comforted the frightened horse.

Ye Changshan and the other two were confused and didn't know what was going on, so they had to get up and sit down, waiting for the carriage to get on the road again.

At this time, Yingping was much more awake. He sorted out his somewhat messy collar and said to Ye Changshan: "It is rumored that the leader of the sect took the Central Plains to drive away the barbarians. In this way... he is nearly two hundred years old, so it is impossible..."

"Cough! Cough!"

The sound of Yi Hongyan clearing her throat came from outside the curtain, and Yingping shut up obediently after hearing this.

After a while, Yingping suddenly poked his head out of the wing and looked up and down at the young master in Qing who was concentrating on reading. The young master didn't know whether he was reading too seriously and didn't notice Yingping who only poked his head out or he didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and continued to look at the book in his hand.

"This person...well...what should I call him?"

Because the young man in Qing never introduced himself and his adoptive father did not mention the identity of this person, Yi Yingping had never been able to determine what to call him.

The young master in Qingyi seemed to have been too involved and did not hear Yingping's words, and did not respond to Yingping's question.

However, Yingping was thick-skinned. He disagreed with the silence of the young master in blue. Instead, he said with a smile: "Brother! Otherwise, I will call you brother, you are not a few years older than me anyway."

The young master in Qing's eyes still did not leave the book in his hand, as if the book in his hand had great attraction.

Yingping finally felt a little embarrassed, but he still didn't intend to shut up and continued with a thick face: "Brother, I'll ask you, you come from Chang'an, you must know the situation there better than me. Hehe, this... among this poor family, which senior brother is the most powerful?

Seeing Yingping ask about the poor family, the young master in Qing finally responded. He looked through the book and asked, "Which aspect do you mean?"

"That naturally refers to the aspect of cultivation!" Seeing that the young master in Qingyi finally spoke, Yingping suddenly felt excited and asked while the iron was hot.

In the Central Plains, 'Cultivation' refers to the practice of martial arts. Practitioners refer to those who practice martial arts. For thousands of years, the Central Plains have been in a chaotic state of disputes among the nations and the heroes competing for a long time. Martial arts practice is naturally prevalent in this environment. Martial arts practice is not just about practicing the body and practicing some external skills, but about 'internal and external cultivation'. What is the cultivation of both inside and outside? The easy to understand is the body, body, and 'internal' refers to "internal strength". Practitioners feel the spiritual energy of the sun and the moon between the mountains and rivers, absorb the essence of the heaven and earth, cultivate the natural energy of the world in the body, sink it into the dantian, and then become "internal strength". Practitioners call this "internal strength" "breath of heaven and earth". The internal strength cultivated in the "inside" is released through the body, and the "outside" of the body is released. This is where the practitioners are stronger than ordinary people.

Hearing this question, the young master in Qing put down the book in his hand. He supported his elbow and cheeks, frowned slightly, as if he was in deep thought. After a comprehensive comparison, he said slightly solemnly: "If you say the most powerful person in poor cultivation, then... it should still be... well... the third brother."

The young master in Qing's tone was a little uncertain, but Yingping didn't care about that much, but asked curiously: "What kind of ability does this third brother have?"

Seeing him asking this, the young master of Qingyi simply closed the book and introduced the third senior brother with a serious expression. He said, "In terms of talent, this third senior brother is indeed a 'genius talent'. He is a strong man at the peak of Tianji at a young age. What is even more amazing is that he has only been in martial arts for ten years. The third senior brother started practicing at the age of ten and entered the Kaiyang realm within one year. At the age of fourteen, he broke through Xiaoman, Jingzhe and Daman realm. This practice

The speed is unprecedented and never comes. He even entered the Tianji realm at the age of twenty. Then, when he was twenty, he created the "Yang and Sword Technique" and was unique in the world. In just ten years, he completed the path that millions of practitioners could not finish in their lifetime. Such a stunning and beautiful talent is amazing. To this day, this third senior brother has achieved great success in the Tianji realm. In time, he will definitely enter the Tianshu realm, become a master, and look down on the heroes of the world."

"Twenty years old? Great success in the Tianji realm?" Yingping seemed to not believe in his ears.

The Central Plains practitioners divide the realms of martial arts into six types: Kaiyang, Xiaoman, Jingzhe, Daman, Tianji, and Tianshu. The entry-level realm is called the "Kaiyang" realm, followed by the "Xiaoman" realm, and further up there are three realms of "Jingzhe", "Daman" and "Tianji". The top is the "Tianshu" realm that all practitioners in the world yearn for. People in martial arts, if they enter "Kaiyang", they will become a "cultivator", and "Xiaoman" means a slight success. If they reach "Jingzhe", they can enter the palace to be a guard next to the emperor. If they reach "Daman" realm

The realm can be opened and established. And the powerful people in the "Tianji" realm are rare. The number of powerful people in the Tianji realm can even directly determine the strength of a country, and it can also be seen from this. As for the "Tianshu" realm, if you reach this realm, you can be respected as a great master. According to legend, there are no more than a dozen great masters who have entered the Tianshu realm for thousands of years. There are only three poor sect leaders, Caotang Hall and Yunyue Pavilion Pavilion Master. Therefore, it is no wonder that Yingping felt it was incredible when he heard that the third brother of the poor sect entered Tianji at the age of 20.

There are such a talented person in this world, which is amazing!

Yingping was shocked by the deeds of these three senior brothers and could not speak for a long time. Seeing this, Young Master Qingyi no longer paid too much attention and picked up the book and read it intently.

Yingping finally came back from his amazement. Then he changed into the smile he had before, licked his face and asked, "Hehe! Brother, look at me...hehe! Can you reach the level of the third senior brother in the future?"

After saying that, Yingping widened his eyes and looked at the young master in Qingyi with anticipation.

The young master in Qingyi did not put down the book in his hand, but looked at Yingping slightly with his eyes squinted, then moved his eyes back to the book and gently spit out two words-

"cannot."

Yingping was stunned, and then asked unwillingly: "If I forget to eat and practice hard, can I achieve it?"

The young master in Qing glanced at him again, then shook his head.

"Then...it doesn't matter if you're late! Thirty years old? Forty years old? Or... fifty years old!"

The young man in Qing seemed a little impatient. He turned his back to him and went to study on his own.

Seeing this, Yingping couldn't ask questions anymore. He hung his head and returned to the carriage and stopped talking.

[I, Yingping, is going to enter Chang'an!]
Chapter completed!