"I yearn for it?" Yang Tai was confused.

Yang Xin rubbed his chin and did not answer the other party's doubts, but looked thoughtful.

He was also very careful about the major families.

As a liberal arts dog, Yang Xin read the Twenty-Four Histories very early. Although he was just a quick look, he understood a simple truth.

——The world belongs to ours and to our sons, but in the final analysis, it belongs to the grandsons of the aristocratic family.

The imperial power will change, dynasties will change, and even culture will be dynasties. Only the aristocratic families are outside the affairs and laugh at the storm, and live longer than the thousand-year-old turtle, and more immortal than the salted fish hanging on the southeast branches.

The Pei family in Hedong is still one of the best among many clans.

The Pei family rose in this dynasty and did not have a long history, but in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, they could actually be as prosperous as the "king and horses to share the world" with the "king and horses". They were known as the "Eight Peis and Eight Kings". In the Tang Dynasty, the Pei family in Hedong was even more prominent. In the Tang Dynasty, the prime minister alone had 17, almost gathering the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin.

"If you really have luck, the Pei family in Hedong can be called "Qizi**" and "amazing milk volume." Yang Xin said intimately.

He felt aroused in his heart, and he wanted to see if the ancestral tomb of Pei's family in Hedong was emitting blue smoke.

Dangdangdangdangdang~~

The golden swords echoed in the forest, and Yang Xin came to his senses and turned to watch.

Among the shadows of the trees, two figures intersected back and forth, and suddenly, they were waving a long-handled weapon, colliding with countless lights and shadows and firecrackers.

One is Bao Chu, a long weapon with two blades, and its shape is like a long handle for the giant sword with both hands; the other is Zhang Meng, who is a long moon-curved sword in his hand, which is also rotating like flying, and the tiger carries the wind.

"It's hard to tell the difference..." Yang Xin nodded with a hesitant expression.

He is training the two of them and is also testing the "modao" based on actual combat.

Although Modao is famous in history, it is a pity that it is forbidden to be buried with people in the Tang Dynasty and no map was left. So Modao was like the old monk's vajra, and everyone knew that it could eliminate demons and defend the way to suppress the 72 female fairies, but no one had seen it before, and no one knew its shape.

Yang Xin had no choice but to use the old method - double-blind experiment.

As the saying goes, black cats and white cats are good cats.

However, after a few days, it was hard to tell.

Yanyue Mo Dao is strong and domineering, and the double-blade Mo Dao is flexible and fierce. Both have their own advantages and each has their own advantages.

Of course, the greater possibility is that Bao Chu and Zhang Meng are both brave and have no match for their own strengths and can play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.

This made Yang Xin, who had analyzed himself for many days, finally found that "my own strengths are strengths, and my own strengths are strengths", felt deeply helpless.

Yes, although I am a time traveler, my parents have both died (Yang Biao, Yuanshi: Meow Meow Meow?), a childhood sweetheart, and a noble girl breaking the engagement, BUFF, has not been added. If you have outstanding talent, can you still have any ghosts?

He is very sad.

However, after a few days of self-analysis, Yang Xin found that he was still a little different.

——Modern people’s way of thinking.

He believes in double-blind experiments, believes in data that will not lie, believes in goal-oriented, has plans before doing things, and has summary afterwards, and is a scientific rationalist.

Judging from the results, this way of doing things is effective.

Yang Xin glanced at Zhang Meng, who was big and thick, and thought to himself: Just like these, in addition to their own good talents, they also rely on science to support them. Ahem, scientific training can lead to today's achievements.

However, this is not what he wants.

Yang Xin’s ideal life relies on the advantage of “foresight”. He gathered all the powerful ministers and generals. One day, he would talk about heroes by cooking green plums and wine. When others sighed, “There are so many capable people under Yang Jun’s command”, he said modestly: “It’s nothing, it’s mainly due to diligence. I don’t produce capable people, I am just a porter of history.”

Just as I was thinking about it, a clear whistle echoed in the forest.

"alert!"

Yang Xin reacted the fastest and came back to his senses first. His eyes sterned and he shouted a loud warning.

When everyone heard the sound, they also stood up and formed formations nearby to act as a warning and defense.

Bao came out, Zhang Meng separated, and he was also angry, looking in the direction of the whistle.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The forests were lush and the sight was difficult to see, but Yang Xin could clearly see that the trees collapsed one after another, outlining a straight path and were coming quickly towards him.

The visitors came straight and looked like a heavy bulldozer rushing around. The trees blocking the front could not escape the breaking ending, and the sound of cracking continued.

"Help, help..."

Accompanied by the sound of trees falling to the ground, there was a vague call for help, and the sound was terrifying.

"Huh? Listen to the sound, it seems that someone is being chased." Gao Shun frowned and whispered.

"Watch the changes." Yang Xin gave a brief command.

The sound of "click" cracking is getting closer and closer.

The grass swayed violently, and a thin figure emerged.

"Hmm?" Yang Xin was slightly stunned and frowned.

The person who came was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, covered in dust and blood, and his clothes were torn. He seemed to be scratched by a tree branch while running away, like a frightened rabbit, in great embarrassment and in vain.

When he saw everyone, he was immediately shocked and his whole body became stiff.

Yang Xin's command was full of elite soldiers and powerful generals. Just looking at the iron-blooded aura that was flowing through his eyes, it gave the young man a sense of oppression of "a group of wolves", and his whole body was stiff, as if he fell into an ice cave.

"Little guy, who are you? Sign up." Yang Xin raised his head and shouted loudly.

The boy woke up like a dream, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and hurriedly said, "In the evening of Cheng Xu, he is the legitimate son of the Wenxi Cheng family. If you can save me, my family will be rewarded."

"Wenxi Cheng's family?" Yang Xin frowned and looked at Yang Ting with inquiring eyes.

"There are many powerful surnames in Hedong County, such as Wenxi Cheng family, Fenyin Hou family, Yong'an Li family, etc.." Yang Ting turned his head and whispered, "Among them, Wenxi Cheng family is engaged in horse sales. He dare not say that Zhongming and Ding Food is also strong. It is said that the family has a million yuan in capital and thousands of servants."

"Businessman, or a rich man?" Yang Xin's eyes lit up when he heard this.

I just made a glass cup and I was short of distribution channels. This can be said to be "a pillow when I was sleepy."

What's more, among the three shortcuts in life, the latter is the only one who doesn't have to sell his body or soul if he doesn't have to sell his body or soul if he doesn't have to sell his soul if he doesn't have to sell his body.

"Who is chasing you?" Yang Xin asked again.

This time, he tried to look as kind as possible.

Before Cheng Xu could answer, the shadow of the tree behind him swayed. As the two giant trees collapsed left and right, a huge golden figure emerged, with its majestic and domineering shape and a vast atmosphere.

"Um?"

Everyone's expressions were condensed, while Yang Xin's pupils contracted.

The visitor is actually a god-like man with golden armor!

He is strong and burly, with golden talismans covered with rows of scattered bodies, and the blue light is floating up and down, shining brightly. The million talismans are written in one stroke, connected with each other, and invisibly condensed into a layer of dazzling gold film, like a golden armor of a god general, with tight barriers.

"What is this?" Yang Ying was stunned. She had an obsessive-compulsive disorder and said to herself, "There are some of the 'copper skin' that looks like 'xiqu', and some of the 's divine talisman' that looks like 'dachun', but it is clearly completely different! I think about it again, there is still... in the destiny of heaven..."

"It's not destiny!" Cheng Xu rolled and crawled behind Yang Xin.

He is very clever and knows who is the person he is talking about.

"No...destiny?" Yang Xin frowned with a suspicious look on his face.

"Yeah." Cheng Xu nodded and whispered, "Before I escape, I heard the thief say proudly, 'You have a destiny, I have a talisman, I have a talent, I have a divine enlightenment'."

"Fu Ma? Shen Qi?" Yang Xin changed color slightly.

Although there is no evidence, three words have appeared in his mind, Taipingdao.

"What do you care about so many things? I'll meet him!"
Chapter completed!