Two figures were flying over the martial arts arena.
Li Mochou wore a purple-black dress with fluttering skirts, and her exaggerated curves were looming under the outline of the wind.
Ancient Tomb Qinggong was originally one of the best in the world. Under Yang Qingyuan's training and deduction, Li Mochou's Qinggong has now reached a higher level.
In terms of lightness kung fu alone, even Liu Wangshu today is only slightly better than Li Mochou.
However, the person who took action against Li Mochou was none other than Yang Qingyuan.
Qinggong is the most proud of Yang Qingyuan's many martial arts. It even has the tendency to become a unique style based on his swordsmanship and innate Wuji Kung Fu.
No matter how Li Mochou's figure changed, she couldn't get within three feet of Yang Qingyuan.
In embarrassment, Li Mochou waved her hand and shot out three blue ice needles.
Yang Qingyuan casually launched a sword energy, smashing all the ice needles sent by Li Mochou into pieces.
Then the figure gracefully landed on the ground.
"snort!"
Li Mochou let out a cold snort and fell to the ground.
"Your Ancient Tomb Sect's Qing Gong foundation is pretty good! Coupled with what I taught you, your Qing Gong has improved by leaps and bounds in the past half month! Not bad, not bad! You can teach it to a kid!"
Li Mochou hated Yang Qingyuan's attitude very much. She was two years older than Yang Qingyuan in terms of age, but she never took advantage of Yang Qingyuan. Instead, she was often scolded.
"There is also a new version of Ice Soul Silver Needle, which is also good! It is much stronger than your original one!"
With Li Mochou's original internal strength, it is not difficult to condense the ice needles, but in the process of fighting with others, it is not easy to condense the ice needles with her internal strength.
So although the original Ice Soul Silver Needle was named Bing Soul, it was actually still a Silver Needle.
But during this period of time, Yang Qingyuan, based on the Ancient Tomb Heart Method, combined some of the essence of the Innate Wuji Kung Fu and some of the Nine Yin Divine Kung Fu, and reversed the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, transforming pure Yang into pure Yin, and created
A new set of exercises.
Although it has only been deduced to the extreme of Yuanhua, it is still enough for the current Li Mochou.
At least it’s much better than the ancient tomb mind technique she originally practiced!?
In fact, martial arts are also divided into different categories. For example, "Xiantian Gong" was originally derived from the most basic Taoist breathing technique, but in the hands of Wang Chongyang and Yang Qingyuan, it became an innate magical skill with astonishing power.
For example, Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi magic was originally just a fragment of the Nine Suns Scripture.
However, under Zhang Sanfeng's deduction, the "Nine Yang Gong" was transformed into the "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", and then the anode gave rise to yin, the pure yang was transformed into the Wuji, and the yin and yang were combined into Tai Chi.
It can be seen that the simplicity of martial arts mental methods does not affect its deduction and power.
As for the Ancient Tomb Mind Technique, in the hands of Lin Chaoying, although he was not as good as the supernatural power king Chongyang, he was still a rare master in the world, but in the hands of Li Mochou, it was nothing more.
Sex is not different, it varies from person to person.
The technique that Yang Qingyuan and Li Mochou deduced together was the most suitable secret skill for Li Mochou. Someone narcissistically named it "Mochou's Heart Technique".
Under the blessing of this "Mochou Heart Technique", the Ice Soul Silver Needle also changed from a silver needle to an Ice Soul.
Shoot the water vapor and ice-condensing needle in the air. After hitting the enemy, the cold air attached to the needle will immediately invade the enemy's meridians and block the flow of his true energy.
Although not as vicious as the original one, it beats the original Ice Soul Silver Needle in every other aspect.
Li Mochou looked at Yang Qingyuan, who was smiling slightly at the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help feeling irritated.
Yang Qingyuan's expression of being in control really deserves a beating! But there was nothing she could do! She could only ignore Yang Qingyuan.
"Your "Mo Chou Heart Technique" has also made great progress! In Dali Temple today, although Wang Shu and Jian Han are not rivals yet, there is a big gap between Ji Yaohua, Li Xuan and Wang Zhenwei and you!"
After all, Li Mochou is a veteran master in the world, but she has never had advanced martial arts to practice.
"They are just juniors! When I was walking around the world, you people didn't know where you were?! Even you should have called me 'sister'!"
While Li Mochou was traveling around the world and gaining fame, Yang Qingyuan was still studying in the Hanlin Academy!?
After the competition, Yang Qingyuan was about to leave and go to the cabinet for duty, but was stopped by Li Mochou.
"Yang Qingyuan! Where is my antidote!?"
"Antidote!?"
Yang Qingyuan was startled for a moment, then realized that he had taken advantage of Li Mochou's serious injury and gave her hawthorn pills soaked in Coptis chinensis water, and used sword energy to travel through her meridians, making Li Mochou believe it.
Yang Qingyuan felt a trace of apology in his heart, which was indeed a bit hurtful, but then he threw this apology out of his mind.
Although this method has some pitfalls, it is not much better than direct poisoning?!
"Don't worry! The poison won't take effect in a short time! I will naturally give you the antidote when the time comes."
Yang Qingyuan was afraid that he would not be able to make it up, so he disappeared into Dali Temple.
Li Mochou was so angry that she stamped her feet, but after a moment, Li Mochou's face turned into a shy smile.
Then he disappeared into the martial arts arena.
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In the Cultural Hall today, Yang Qingyuan is on duty.
Yang Qingyuan's official position is not only the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, but also the positions of bachelor of Hanlin Academy and bachelor of Wenhua Palace.
Being a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy is just an honorary official position and has no real job.
But the Bachelor of Wenhua Palace is different!
This is equivalent to the deputy of the Wenhua Palace Archbishop. In theory, he is supposed to assist the Wenhua Palace Archbishop in handling daily affairs. However, because Yang Qingyuan’s official duties in Dali Temple are not easy, Yang Qingyuan usually only comes to the Wenhua Palace’s errands on the eighth day.
once.
"Qingyuan is here!"
"I've met Lord Changsun!"
In the Cultural Hall, a chubby man who looked like Maitreya Buddha was sitting in front of the desk.
This person is none other than the Grand Scholar of Wenhua Palace and Yang Qingyuan’s immediate boss, Changsun Fuji.
The daily affairs of the imperial court were handled by the cabinet to assist the emperor.
Wenyuan Pavilion, East Pavilion, Wenhua Hall, Wuying Hall, Jianji Hall, Zhongji Hall, the four halls and two pavilions take turns to be on duty to handle the daily affairs of the court.
Among them, the Grand Bachelor of Zhongji Palace is the chief assistant of the cabinet, but Fan Xiwen, the Grand Bachelor of Zhongji Palace, has been vacant since he resigned and returned to his hometown. The cabinet is temporarily headed by Sun Fuji, the chief scholar of Wenhua Palace University.
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Kong Qinli, a great scholar in Dongge, was not favored by the emperor and did not participate in political affairs, so Dongge became a decoration.
Nowadays, there are only four pavilions that are actually in operation. Each pavilion handles various government affairs on the day of duty, taking turns. When not on duty, the other pavilions assist the on-duty pavilion in handling government affairs. In case of major national affairs, the cabinet and
The emperor discussed together.
Today happens to be the Wenhua Hall on duty.
"Qingyuan, I will leave these government affairs to you for approval!"
Changsun Fuji gestured to the memorials piled aside, then continued to lean over and read the memorials in his hand.
Yang Qingyuan looked bitter and could only sit down at the desk helplessly and draft the memorial.
After processing seventeen letters in a row, Yang Qingyuan opened the next memorial.
