In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed since Ying Zige obtained the silk book and started practicing martial arts.
In the past six months, Ying Zige has been practicing diligently day and night. With the help of the powerful golden body of innate martial arts, he has finally entered the realm of external transformation.
And as Ying Zige entered the Refining Gang, he gradually stopped his crazy journey of cultivation.
He knew that he could complete the practice so quickly that others would take more than ten years or even a lifetime to complete, entirely due to the innate martial arts golden body that had been transformed and fused by countless energies.
However, although the state of refining Gang is related to the strength of the body, the more important thing is to cultivate the power. Only by cultivating one's own unique power can the Gang Qi be externalized and one rider can be as powerful as a thousand.
However, momentum cannot be achieved through hard work or in a short period of time.
What's more important is that half a year has passed. According to the information from Wang Feng, Beiyuan has turned into a complete mess. All kinds of demons and monsters have taken action, almost knocking the dog's brains out.
They've seen enough drama, and it's time to put things in order.
After all, if Beiyuan was reduced to ruins by these people, it would be of no benefit to them.
But before that, the most important thing to him was that he was about to turn 20 in this life, and the most important gift for a literary man, the crowning ceremony, had to be put on the agenda.
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Winner's courtyard.
Meng Hu, who had not seen anyone for a long time, greeted them familiarly and waited for Ying Zige to arrive.
"Brother Hu, you said that the young master sent a message and asked us to come to the hall to discuss matters. Why haven't we seen the young master yet?"
It was Meng Wu who spoke. Ever since Ying Zige issued the grounding order, it had stifled his free nature.
Finally, Meng Hu came back this time and said that Ying Zi Ge was coming to the hall to discuss matters. He rushed over in a hurry, but after waiting for a long time, Ying Zi Ge didn't show up, so he asked Meng Hu impatiently.
"Haha! The young master just asked me to spread the news and ask you to come to the hall to discuss matters. I don't know much about the rest. Xiao Wuzi, why are you more impatient than me? Wait carefully, the young master should be here soon."
Meng Hu laughed, reached out and patted Meng Wu on the shoulder and said.
"Pah! Pah!"
With just two blows, Meng Wu's handsome face instantly turned into the shape of a bitter gourd. Meng Hu's hand strength was no joke. He smiled bitterly and retreated to his seat.
Wang Feng was originally planning to ask Meng Hu, but when he saw what happened to Meng Wu, he quickly held it back and waited with peace of mind.
After a while, Ying Zige walked in from outside.
As soon as he came in, before the three of them greeted him, their eyes were all fixed on the beautiful figure behind him.
That figure was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and the exposed skin was like white snow under the sun, shining brightly. Her long black hair, like satin, was draped over her shoulders and tied with a gold belt, and the sun shone brightly.
The reflection is brilliant, and the body is dressed in white clothes. Looking from a distance, it is like walking out of a painting, as ethereal as a fairy, and there is an agility between the eyebrows, which makes people intoxicated.
"Hee! Hee hee!"
As soon as the woman came in, she saw the expressions of Meng Hu and the others, and couldn't help but giggle.
"Ahem!"
Ying Zige heard this and saw the embarrassed expressions of the three people, so he couldn't help but coughed twice.
"Uh! Uh! Uh, I have met the young master, miss!"
When the three of them heard the sound, they came to their senses at the same time. They couldn't help but blush, and they quickly saluted.
"Okay, no need to be too polite! This time I asked someone to bring Ziyue quietly, mainly for the crowning ceremony of the young master. I defeated the Mongolian family, but suddenly suffered a disaster, and the only winner among me was my brother and sister. Man, there is no need to make a big fuss about the crowning ceremony, it only needs to be witnessed by Ziyue and the three of you."
After several people saw the ceremony, Ying Zige opened his mouth and said.
"Brother! But..."
When Ying Ziyue heard this, she quickly opened her mouth to say what she wanted to say!
"Okay, this matter is settled. Wang Feng, you prepare the ceremony. It will be scheduled until tomorrow. Meng Hu and Meng Wu will cooperate with Wang Feng."
Ying Zige obviously knew what his sister wanted to say, so he directly interrupted and arranged it.
"Huh, big brother!"
Ying Ziyue was still unwilling to give in, but he knew his brother's temperament. No one could influence him whenever he made up his mind, so he could only snort unwillingly. Then he felt uncomfortable in his heart, thinking about how noble his elder brother's status was. , such an important thing as the crowning ceremony has to be done in such a simple way. If mother and the others were still alive, I don't know how uncomfortable they would be. Thinking of this, Ying Ziyue couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and her smart eyes dimmed.
After all, the Meng brothers were just rude men, but they didn't think much about it. Although Wang Feng was a lot more careful, after all, he was just a soldier of the winner before, and his knowledge was still insufficient.
Although the three of them felt that something was not right between the winner's brother and sister, they did not think much about it. They agreed at the same time and went down to prepare.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, the winner's courtyard, which had been quiet for a long time, ushered in the long-lost noise.
Inside and outside, dozens of big men were running up and down under the command of Ying Ziyue, who had forcibly taken over the arrangement of the ceremony.
Before noon, the small courtyard was decorated by everyone, giving it a sense of grandeur.
Black has become the main color today, with flags and flags converging into black torrents, from the courtyard to the atrium.
In the hall of the atrium, a plaque is enshrined neatly.
In the middle of the plaque, a small seal script with the word "win" written in it stands in the middle.
win
The first dynasty of China, the supreme surname of the Qin Empire.
He represents the black torrent sweeping across the world.
In front of the winning sign, Ying Zige had already put on a black robe with the help of a maid, with his long black hair hanging casually around his body, silently adjusting his energy and spirit, waiting for the crowning ceremony. .
The entire hall was quiet, except for Ying Ziyue beside him who occasionally gave a few orders to the man who came in to report.
He looked at the hall carefully decorated by Ying Ziyue inch by inch, and the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling couldn't help but pull his thoughts into the distance.
When I was a child, my father taught me Chinese writing and literacy step by step in such a hall. From today on, I will really become an adult. Whether it is Ying Zheng in the previous life or Ying Zige in this life, they will all be wiped out. From today on Since then, the only thing left is Ying Zheng - Ying Zige.
"when!"
The crisp ringtone interrupted his thoughts. He heard the sound of soft footsteps coming from outside the hall, and then Ying Ziyue whispered in his ear: "Brother, the time has come!"
"knew!"
He responded, took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the school platform outside the hall, his clear and dark eyes becoming more determined as he walked.
Outside the hall, a group of generals and soldiers who had been waiting for a long time bowed their bodies towards him at the same time.
He walked towards the school stage step by step, with Ying Ziyue following closely behind him.
"Get up! When a man is twenty, he is crowned. This is the crowning ceremony for the elders. Unfortunately, I won the right of the family, and the elders died young, so I am doing this ceremony myself. With your witnesses, it is enough."
After Ying Zige walked onto the stage, he said calmly to everyone.
"Ziyue, comb my brother's hair and crown him."
"Brother!"
Ying Ziyue looked at her intimidating brother before her, and couldn't help but open her mouth to speak.
"Comb your hair and put on your crown!"
Ying Zige continued without looking back.
"promise!"
The jade hand is raised slightly, and the black hair is tied up in a crown.
"The ceremony is over!"
After a salute, the girl who tied up her brother's hair and crowned her brother slowly left the school platform.
Ying Zige slowly knelt down on the school platform.
He slowly let go of his thoughts, and the huge spiritual power generated by the fusion of the two lives and years of practice began to boil and fluctuate.
As time passed, as Ying Zige's mental power gradually reached a peak, countless light spots suddenly emitted from his mind, which were the military strategies he had studied for many years, and even various miscellaneous studies and literature, and even The crystallization of more than two thousand years of knowledge he knew turned into countless words and rushed towards him. As soon as the two were combined, there was a violent collision. His mind was about to explode under this violent collision. His mind was about to explode. A mysterious light floated leisurely from his consciousness, but this was the mysterious light of his literary talent.
As soon as the mysterious light appeared, all three stabilized and gradually began to flow along a strange trajectory.
I don’t know how long it took, or maybe it was just a moment, but Ying Zige suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Ascending to the crown, the three paths merge into one. The secret skills of literature and art, present!"
As the word "Zheng" came out, a smile appeared on the corner of Ying Zige's mouth.
Literary, Taoist, and secret arts vary according to one's innate character, the Tao learned, and even the strength of one's spiritual power.
It is the innate skill of every literary cultivator, and it is full of strange things.
But everyone has a unique skill.
And the secret technique to win Zige.
"Sweep Liuhe: Improve the morale of all troops under Ying Zige. Desperate situations or the aura of dominance will trigger the effect of dominating the world, and the soldiers under his command will fight to the death to increase combat effectiveness."
