You Just Like Eating Grass Near Your Nest

"Bingbing, that little poisonous woman, just asked me about the identity of that Dragon Guard. The Poison Sting organization probably thinks he's at Jiangling University."

Ye Rou usually focuses on practicing her martial arts and doesn't understand or care much about these things.

"Sister Jing, you should know something, right?"

"The Dragon Guard of Jinglong Royal City only has 60,000 soldiers. With the addition of the eight Grandmasters, they hold all the Queen's power. The lowest-ranking soldiers among these soldiers are at least fifth-rank, so it's impossible for them to openly send instructors to universities."

"But half of the instructors in Jiangling City were transferred from the other three major city-states. Their identities are verifiable through the system, which is controlled by the empire and can be falsified."

"In other words, there's no way to investigate at all," Yang Ding asked.

Fang Jing nodded. "They might not be martial arts instructors. They could be the cleaners in this building, the vegetable cutters in the cafeteria, or even pig farmers. There might be more than one of them. A sixth-rank expert can't stand up to the powerful families of Jiangling City."

"That makes sense. Let's see if he can get out next time I'm in trouble."

Ye Rou stopped what she was doing and asked happily, "Honey, does this mean I don't have to worry about your safety anymore? With the Queen's prophetic abilities and power, protecting you would be a piece of cake for her."

Yang Ding touched his wife's belly.

"That's true. You went to rescue me with such a big belly, jumping over a thousand meters every now and then, fighting and killing. Your husband wouldn't feel at ease."

Fang Jing, who was eating, suddenly realized something and turned to look at Yang Ding.

"Did you guys drag me into this?"

These familiar words startled Ye Rou, causing her to accidentally poke Yang Ding, who let out a howl.

She planned to keep her scheme against her best friend a secret forever.

"Sister Jing, what are you saying? We're family, and we have the Queen's expert guards protecting us. What's there to be afraid of?"

"I can live and die with you, but not Dalong and the child. They have to be sent to Donghai City by the end of the year."

"If my sister were here, she would definitely investigate all the instructors day and night, and find them in just a few days."

"Honey, you know, my sister-in-law is so beautiful and smart, who do you think she'll marry?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Rou forcefully twisted his ear.

"What are you thinking about? What are you thinking about?"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. I was just asking, I wasn't thinking anything."

Fang Jing added fuel to the fire, saying, "You just like to eat the grass near your own nest, you like to take them all at once."

If he likes his wife's best friend, then it's not impossible that he might also like his wife's older sister.

Moreover, Ye Ke's aloof and cool type is also a favorite among men.

"Nonsense." Yang Ding quickly changed the subject. "First wife, you saw Huang Bingbing make a move, what are your thoughts?"

"I was just about to say that. She didn't put in much effort, and I can't be sure, but she attacked with both guns at the same time. It was insidious and ruthless, a bit like the 'Gypsy Gun Technique'."

"What kind of devilish marksmanship is this?"

"Invented by a woman who hates men, her twin pistols are all feints no matter where they attack you. The only ultimate target is to turn men into eunuchs."

"Holy crap, she even invented a marksmanship technique! What triggered that?"

"I don't know the specifics, but I heard she was a crazy woman who harmed many men back then, and was eventually killed by my father."

"My father-in-law dared to kill the fairy, he's definitely a good role model for me."

"Come on, my dad is a grandmaster, his punching power is 20 billion tons."

"20 billion tons?"

"Of course, a single punch could destroy Jiangling City; that's currently the ceiling of human combat power."

Yang Ding lingered until class started before reluctantly leaving his second wife's office. He decided to come here for his lunch break from now on.

A wife who is beautiful enough will not only not be boring, but will also make a man addicted.

Back in the classroom, Mao Jian leaned over and asked, "Ding-ge, where did you go?"

"I went to rest in the instructors' office building. My first wife cleaned my ears, and my second wife massaged my legs."

"Really? Even Instructor Fang has been subdued?"

Yang Ding slapped him on the head, "None of your business."

Mao Jian scratched his head and asked in a low voice, "Do you know, Bingbing's move today almost killed Sergeant Ma's manhood?"

"She's a mad dog; we can't let her out to bite people anymore."

"Yes, now I tremble when I see her, and I don't dare to sit in front of her, for fear that she will attack me."

"Being afraid is a good thing, but never follow Xiang Tianyou's example."

While other martial arts teachers were giving lectures, Yang Ding was practicing the Void Rift Technique.

According to the second wife, as long as one's cultivation level reaches D-level and one's technique reaches the second level, one can begin to use close-range spatial escape.

During his free time, Yang Ding would practice his sweeping sword technique like crazy.

The training for the sweeping sword style is even more tedious than the swinging sword style. It involves constantly sweeping the sword, both forward and backward, thousands and thousands of times.

If you lack comprehension and don't understand luck, no matter how much you practice, it will be in vain, and you'll want to give up after a few tries.

Yang Ding, however, was practicing high-frequency true qi pulses, following the advice of his instructor Zhang Peng.

The reason for using high-frequency pulses is that a single pulse is linear, somewhat like a sniper rifle, suitable for point kills, but also easy for the opponent to dodge.

Sword energy, on the other hand, is slicing, somewhat like sweeping fire.

If one can cultivate this skill, even within a range of only 20 or 30 centimeters, one can easily behead an opponent.

His current punching power is 19000 jin, and it is estimated that he will soon break through to the lower third rank.

He's not far from having the strength of 30,000 jin, so the probability of him developing low-level sword energy is quite high.

Huang Bingbing leaned closer and said, "Yang Ding, you're not really practicing some kind of true qi pulse, are you?"

"You practice yours, I'll practice mine."

"At the mid-stage of the first rank, with a strength of just over a thousand jin, what's the point of talking about true qi? It's utterly useless."

Why do you talk so much nonsense?

Yang Ding swept his sword toward her head, but Huang Bingbing easily dodged it.

If he were to unleash a burst of true energy, the unsuspecting Huang Bingbing would think she had dodged the sword's edge, but the released true energy would have already severed her neck.

She leaned close to Yang Ding's ear again and whispered, "Do you think the counselor might be one of those Imperial Guards?"

"Are you blind? Instructor Zhang has been at Jiangling University for over ten years and is still only at the mid-stage of the third rank. How could he be a member of the Royal Guard?"

Huang Bingbing nodded. "That makes some sense."

Why do you keep asking about this?

"I just thought that person was so awesome, and I wanted to curry favor with them."

Yang Ding knew that once Poison Sting found him, that expert would have no chance of survival.

While a sixth-grade expert is certainly formidable, they are far from qualified to contend with the powerful figures from the elite families of Jiangling City.

As a pawn caught in the middle, Yang Ding had already formulated a strategic plan.

In addition to rapidly improving his own cultivation, he also needed to learn to move left and right, balance the forces on both sides, and protect his wife and children as much as possible.

When I finally achieve mastery of my cultivation, I will kick the city lord, punch the queen, and establish my own power.

"Tell me if you find out, I want to curry favor with you too."

Finally, school was over. Ye Rou was waiting for him outside the classroom. The two of them were going to pick up Fang Jing and go to the maternal and child health hospital for a prenatal checkup.

At Ye Rou's pace, her pregnancy is equivalent to five months for an average person.

Recently, she can clearly feel her child growing while sleeping.