Sheng Fu

149 Kneel down
Wu Mi put down his chopsticks, still chewing on the dumplings, and instantly approached the middle-aged general.

The general was angry from the heart, rushed over with a punch, and angrily said: "How courageous!"

Wu Mi also punched away with one punch, and his fists surged together in an instant. Compared with the general's fist, Wu Mi's fist was too delicate.

But I saw the middle-aged general's arm spiraling slowly, his clothes and armor cracked, his whole arm exploded, blood spilled on the spot, and his figure retreated to the outside of the dumpling restaurant. He fell to the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose, bared his teeth, and let out a shrill roar that spread throughout the street.

The shopkeeper of the dumpling restaurant squatted inside the counter in fright, not daring to raise his head.

Seeing this, the city defense army outside also trembled in fear. The generals are not a single-handed enemy, let alone these little pawns whose cultivation level is not as good as that of hanging down the glory.

With one hand on his hip, Wu Mi stared at the crowd, only finished chewing the dumplings in his mouth at this moment, and said coldly: "Young master and I are just here to eat a bowl of dumplings, you are so aggressive, dare to ask everyone, my son and I What a crime!"

The onlookers backed away consciously, the aura released from Wu Mi was extremely oppressive, and some timid people's legs started to spin.

Huang Ting's late stage cultivation was enough to crush everyone present to death.

The cultivation of local generals is usually at the Huangting level, even Jiang Zheng who is far away in Saibei City is only at the peak of Huangting, and this middle-aged general is only at the early stage of Huangting.

At this moment, his face is pale, his mind is unstable, one arm is crippled, and his future career will stop here.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Do you really think we can be bullied?"

After saying that, there was a loud sound of horseshoes in the distance. A general in chain mail appeared, holding a spear in his hand, with the momentum of a dragon.

Qingfeng County's martial arts is on the rise, and the number one guard Qian Ji has just reached the peak of Huang Ting not long ago, and now he is full of fighting spirit and wants to fight Wu Mi.

Seeing Qian Ji coming, the eyes of this middle-aged general were full of hope.

Yu Wenjun also put down his chopsticks and walked out of the dumpling restaurant slowly.

Just as Wu Mi was about to show off the bloody spear, Yu Wenjun put his hand on her shoulder, looked at Qian Ji calmly, and said slowly: "Qingfeng County's military fortune is on the rise, I don't want to break it."

"Please accept it when you see it."

Qian Ji was tall, with a sharp spear in his hand. He pointed the gun at Yu Wenjun's forehead and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Yuwen has a noble status, but he can't insult me ​​as a general of Qingfeng County at will."

"This account, dare to ask how Mr. Yuwen plans to settle it?"

"It's best to think clearly before answering, otherwise my two thousand fine riders will not agree."

A large number of cavalry appeared at the end of Yu Wenjun's field of vision. At first glance, the number of cavalry was not more than two thousand, but three to five hundred were more than enough. Galloping in the narrow streets, it really revealed a sense of majesty.

Qian Ji can't wait to leave and pierce Yu Wenjun's head with a gun and let out a bad breath. How can he not take revenge for Paoze's suffering?

Yu Wenjun raised his hand with a calm face, and Wang Ling was shining brightly in his palm.

"Kneel down."

After taking a closer look at Wang Ling, Qian Ji's heart was ashamed.

He dismounted quickly and knelt down on both knees, as did the soldiers behind him, and even the surrounding people also knelt down like a tide.

Qian Ji raised his head to look at Yu Wenjun with difficulty, and he could still see the plaque of "Blessed Dumpling Restaurant" out of the corner of his eye. The handwriting was not vigorous, but it was very eye-catching at the moment.

"I didn't know that His Highness came to visit, so I didn't say that I was far away from welcoming him, and my subordinate even bumped into His Highness. I hope His Highness will punish you severely."

Those who hold the King's Token can all be called His Highness, and they are also the King's Token, respected by noble purple.

Yu Wenjun said: "Punishment is unnecessary, Qingfeng County's military fortune is on the rise, I want to add to the cake, and reward a copy of "Scorching Sun Spear Technique"."

With a wave of his sleeve, a scroll suddenly fell in front of Qian Ji.

Qian Ji's mind was extremely complicated, and he didn't know what the leader of the Eight Gus was thinking.

Yu Wenjun said softly, "Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Qian Ji nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and replied, "Satisfied, satisfied."

"Fire Yang Spear Technique" was created by the old man Lie Yang of Nanshan. It was passed down at first, but it disappeared after three generations. The last time it reappeared in the world was when Gu Yong was wandering in the South many years ago, he accidentally discovered it from the Jinxiu School.

Of course, the Jinxiu Sect had already been wiped out.

Anyone who is a southerner knows the legend of "Scorching Sun Spear Technique", and now the legend has become a reality.

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "Touring the mountains and rivers, passing by this place, I have no other intentions. Since I happened to meet you, then prepare me two first-class war horses so that I can go elsewhere."

Qian Ji turned his head and glared at the generals, and soon the two young generals led their horses to Yu Wenjun.

Yu Wenjun said calmly: "Get up, and send my greetings to the governor of the county."

Only then did the soldiers stand up in panic, the street was silent, and a needle could be heard.

Wu Mi put both hands on the forehead of the first-class war horse. All first-class war horses will recognize their masters, and if they suddenly change their masters, they will definitely rebel in their hearts.

But after the two first-class war horses came into contact with Wu Mi, their minds gradually stabilized, and they lowered their noble heads extremely obediently.

Yu Wenjun and Wu Mi got on their horses and left the place quickly.

It took Qian Ji a long time to regain his composure, glanced at the old man with a broken arm, and said helplessly, "After all, he is the leader of the Eight Gus, so don't act rashly."

"Speaking of which, our Qingfeng County really owes favor to Chief Bagu."

The general with a broken arm had nothing to say, even if he died, it would not be worth the value of "Scorching Sun Spear".

All the scrolls of exercises that Gu Yong can collect are naturally the best choices.

On the post road in the outskirts of Qingfeng County, Yu Wenjun and Wu Mi's hoofbeats gradually slowed down.

Wu Mi said sternly: "Even if you want to give some small prizes, there is no need for such a generous gift. The officialdom of the aristocratic family will not take this kind of thing to heart, and it will only make some people do whatever they want."

Yu Wenjun said helplessly: ""Scorching Sun Spear Art" was originally from the south, and now it is just a matter of convenience to return it. I just told them that I will not offend others if they don't offend me."

"The journey to Yueming State may not be smooth, so I will leave the fighting and killing to you."

Wu Mi nodded, and then the two rode their horses all the way north.

Compared with the attitude of the southern family towards him, Yu Wenjun is more curious about whether Murong Qiushui of Guyue Pavilion has enough courage to deal with the current self, and will he have the opportunity to talk about the elegance of the tenth round?
But there is no way, he only dealt with Murong Qiushui in the south, as for Xie Yiming, Yu Wenjun was too embarrassed to bother that uncle with other matters.

At dusk, the two arrived at Qingfeng Gorge, the only way to Yueming State.

As soon as he arrived here, a black figure descended from the sky, revealing Dahuang Ting's late stage cultivation. He was thin, holding a long sword, and had red tattoos on his cheeks, exuding a sharp evil spirit.

Yu Wenjun leaned slightly on the horse, stretched out his hand to rub the forehead of the horse, and said helplessly: "You have the cultivation base of Da Huang Ting, so it is not considered a wild tour of the rivers and lakes. What sect and sect do you come from? Please report your name."

There was neither sadness nor joy in the eyes of this thin swordsman, his expression was like a pool of stagnant water, and he said hoarsely: "No need."

When the wind blows, the sword moves suddenly.

Wu Mi let out a cold snort, and then showed her blood spear.

(End of this chapter)