Sheng Fu

Chapter 409
On the fifth day, the wind and snow fluttered from the Tianhai snowfield to the southern land, and some places in Henglong Mountain also had light snowfall.

In recent days, many couples have traveled with their companions, admiring the snow scenery, reciting poems and making love in deserted places.

Due to the communication between the two races, after the beginning of winter this year, there is not much depression. Many people's hearts are hot, and the mountains and rivers in their hearts are much wider than before.

The trade exchange has also brought good revenue to many small businesses and hawkers, and they can generally have a good year.

Hengchang Academy opened all the way to the north, and there are many children from poor families who have books to read. The people in the four cities of Henglong know that Yuwenjun is a descendant of the dragon clan, and there are many Wuji powerhouses around him, and their confidence also rises.

However, there are also many places of suffering. Even the first snowfall cannot hide the pain in people's hearts.

The border fortress in the North Sea is still under construction, and the seafood trade has not yet officially started.

A very interesting thing happened, the Helian family and the Guo family opened porridge to help the poor in many places in the northern land, and the rest of the family couldn't bear the face, so they had to follow suit.

The taste of the new year is floating, and the number of people suffering has not decreased sharply. The big battle is coming, and the temples have increased taxes. Many people have suffered a lot, but there are indeed a lot fewer people who can't eat enough.

Everything is due to the outstanding results of appeasing the refugees in the past, and the people in that city of Hao'an will also have a fairly warm New Year.

Outside the Hall of Hengchang, the snow dances lightly.

Standing in the square outside the main hall, Jing Peiyao looked at the snow in the distant mountains. On a whim, she pulled out the snowflakes, and while dancing slightly, crystal snowflakes fell from the sky. The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. omen.

Yu Wenjun recovered a lot of energy and blood, looked at his wife's charming demeanor when she danced the sword gently, and said with a soft smile: "It's so beautiful."

Jing Peiyao put Liuxue back into its sheath gracefully, and said with a slight smile, "It's also our first year."

During the words, a gust of wind came blowing, and Wu Mi wrote a letter.

Yu Wenjun took a slight look and nodded towards the distance.

"That friend is coming." Yuwen Jun said.

The husband and wife entered the hall, and Jing Peiyao began to make tea. In winter, Wannianchun tea is more nourishing for the heart and stomach.

The person who came was the illegitimate son of His Majesty Lingdi, and he also had royal blood, so he was worthy of the couple's personal hospitality.

Not long after, a gust of wind arrived, and Zhong Yi stood outside the hall.

Looking up at this Hengchang Palace, it is grand and elegant, elegant and exquisite, and the texture is clear in the subtleties. The elder Keqing of the Yixi Sect is also a careful person.

The guards at the side didn't disturb Zhong Yi's elegant mood. After stopping for a while, he slowly entered the hall, and a burst of tea fragrance wafted over, which made the young man's fatigue from south to north dissipate by [-]%.

Zhong Yi clasped his hands together, bowed slightly and said, "I have seen Your Highness."

Yu Wenjun waved his hand slightly, and said with a soft smile, "I'm a guest from afar, so there's no need for such red tape, just come and drink tea."

Zhong Yi walked slowly to the tea table and took a seat. Jing Peiyao gently added a cup of tea for him, and said gently: "I wanted to entertain you with Qianqiu Baishui, but after thinking about it, since I came here, I naturally want to taste it." The ten thousand year spring tea of ​​the human race."

Zhong Yi bowed his head and knocked on the corner of the table and politely replied: "Thank you, I am also yearning for human tea."

Raise your glass, take your mouth lightly, there is a faint warm current in your internal organs, and the fatigue from the journey north slowly disappears.

Yuwen Jundao: "In the previous martial arts contest to recruit relatives, with your strength, you could have fought against Wei Mo, why did you let go?"

Some people, if they do something sincerely, even if that thing is not good, he can still do it.

For some answers, it is better to hear them from my own mouth.

Zhong Yi said softly: "In the past, the emperor ordered him to join him, but what he saw in his eyes was a couple with deep affection, so he took a step back, even if he took that step, so what can he do."

Yuwen Junji praised: "Having courage, living in the court for a long time, the vitality of the body is still pure and clear, which is also very valuable. In the future, with the help of a handsome man like you, it can be said that the icing on the cake will not forget the icing on the cake."

In the first official meeting, Yu Wenjun had a good impression of Zhong Yi.

Having a sword and not using it is two different things from not having a sword in hand.

Since he is the illegitimate son of Emperor Ling, his cultivation level, the skills he practiced, and the fighting sword in his hand are naturally superior to Wei Mo's.

There are very few people in the world who can refuse to be the son-in-law of King Zhen'an, the powerful prince.

Yu Wenjun said: "There is no need to worry about the trade for the time being. Murong Qiushui and Yan Beiyou are still in preparation. Since we are here, I will do my best to show you around as a landlord."

"There is nothing that can be done in the imperial capital for the time being, as you know, I am at odds with His Majesty the Emperor."

Zhong Yi smiled implicitly and said, "His Royal Highness is indeed very good at writing. He has been working in the court in the early years, but now he is free. He really wants to travel the mountains and rivers."

"As for where to go, it's up to His Highness."

Yu Wenjun thought for a while and said: "The national teacher Li Hongshan went to the Yaoyu and has not returned yet. I think this winter is not considered Ruidong for the Yaoyu. After a few days, we will go to the Yaoyu for a while. You can relax, and secondly, you can hear the wind and know the situation."

Zhong Yi replied softly: "Okay, the tea is very good."

A distinguished guest has arrived, and preparations for the banquet have already begun in the small kitchen.

Yu Wenjun signaled the guards to bring Yan Beiyou and Murong Qiushui over.

Thinking about it carefully, Yu Wenjun really couldn't figure out how many things Li Hongshan had tossed about in the Demon Realm, let alone whether the news of the death of many people reached the ears of the Master.

These things must be observed.

Not long after, Murong Qiushui and Yan Beiyou came over on a whim.

Seeing this, Zhong Yi subconsciously got up and saluted: "I have seen the two seniors."

Murong Qiushui is wearing a slim long jacket today, with graceful curves, and the red bird embroidery on his shoulders is very eye-catching.

Glancing at this handsome young man with blue eyes, Murong Qiushui praised from the bottom of his heart: "I thought there would be a middle-aged man with a lifeless spirit, but I didn't think it was a handsome man, it's all because the Suzerain didn't make it clear in advance. "

Zhong Yi was slightly taken aback, and then responded gently: "My sister is too good."

"Most people in the Spirit Race are beautiful, but I'm just an ordinary person among all living beings."

Murong Qiushui smiled happily and said: "Then I would like to visit the land of the Spirit Race even more. Even if I can't make money, it would be a good thing to see more people."

Yan Beiyou coughed slightly, and said bluntly: "Although you are past the age of hiding and shy, this little brother is still in his prime, don't scare others."

Murong Qiushui pretended to smile gracefully and said, "Understood."

Yu Wenjun moved the teacup silently, Jing Peiyao poured water from the teapot with his hand, the water was gurgling, and the aroma of the tea became more mellow.

The snow color outside the main hall is also getting clearer and more moving.

Yu Wenjun took out a piece of Hengchang Token from the magic weapon of space and handed it to Zhong Yi, saying: "Hold this token, if you see me in person, if you want to come to His Majesty Lingdi, I have given you a lot of explanations."

Zhong Yi took the token with both hands, lowered his head slightly and said, "Your Highness's guess is correct."

Murong Qiushui laughed cheerfully at the side: "This relationship is good, now Ruixue will go straight to the next year."

Yu Wenjun paused and said: "Today we don't talk about official business, we only talk about old friends, you can make jokes as you like, but you can't scare this Paozhe."

Murong Qiushui grinned and said meaningfully: "Understood, suzerain."

Unknowingly, the small kitchen has started to serve food.

A few people changed tables and sat around the table. Yan Beiyou was quite curious about many things about the Spirit Race, so he asked Yu Zhongyi for advice carefully. Some literati taste tea and discuss Taoism.

Murong Qiushui joked occasionally, and did not have a deep chat with Zhong Yi. She knew very well that men know men best, and women know women best. As a businessman, Murong Qiushui understands the tacit understanding and rules of these details.

At the banquet, several people chatted happily. Yu Wenjun, like Murong Qiushui, occasionally joked a little bit, and gave Zhong Yi enough trust and sense of security. Although it was a bit deliberate, but the first formal meeting, there is nothing to lose up.

Jing Peiyao was quiet and speechless, silently pouring tea and wine, the hostess' demeanor was impeccable.

Perhaps because of the sword energy of flowing snow, Hengchangzong's snow is continuous today, and all places near and far are covered with a thin layer of silver clothes.

After the banquet, Yan Beiyou wanted to talk with Zhong Yi on a whim. What the latter came here was to have a hand-to-hand talk with His Royal Highness the Dragon Clan. The spread of the spirit race spread from all over the world, and it became a good talk for a while.

Zhong Yi knew that hand talking was not Yu Wenjun's enemy, but he still wanted to try it.

Yu Wenjun naturally saw what Zhong Yi was thinking, so he took advantage of the situation and went down the donkey, fulfilling Yan Beiyou and Zhong Yi, and did not forget to say: "Many things will last forever."

Zhong Yi understood it, like drinking nectar.

Murong Qiushui's chess skills are also good, and he became interested, so the three of them became acquainted like this.

Yu Wenjun and Jing Peiyao did not disturb the interest of these three people, and left here silently.

Crossing the void, came to a peak to enjoy the snow scenery.

"What if there is a heavy snowfall?" Jing Peiyao asked softly.

With the current snow color, I always feel that I lack some confidence.

Yu Wenjun thought about it: "The sword energy has moved, so let it be, maybe this snow will fall more and more."

Jing Peiyao thought about it for a while, and felt that it made some sense.

This place is not far from North Hengchang Pavilion, Hengchang Pavilion guards each other from the south to the north, and a young man in plain clothes appeared in Yu Wenjun's vision.

The young man was practicing kung fu alone in the snow. Although he was only in the middle of his downfall, his boxing skills had become a little more advanced. One punch after another, he rushed into the void. Character.

The body is nimble and ethereal, within eight feet, the teleportation is swift, and there is a tendency to step on the snow without a trace.

Jing Peiyao also looked at this person, and commented: "You are full of energy, but the training time is short and you have no actual combat experience, but this move is in line with your heart and coincides with the Dao."

"Although I don't know what Zhang Benchu ​​was like in the past, this young man has a certain style, delicate and tough."

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "In terms of boxing skills alone, it is not as good as Zhang Benchu, but in terms of body skills, it is worse than Zhang Benchu ​​in the past. The talent is not bad, and he barely enters the stream. In the future, the limit will be broken. If you are lucky, you can go to Guiyuan."

"His name is Chengcai, Zhang Benchu ​​was born as a child, and the two are like blood relatives."

Jing Peiyao suddenly realized: "So that's the case. No wonder he knows how to shoot hammers and cloud dragon steps. If he joins the army, he can make great achievements in the future. I really don't know what Zhang Benchu ​​is thinking."

Yu Wenjun pondered slightly: "At first it was to avoid suspicion, but now that he has gradually grasped the real power, there are still many things that need to be treated with caution. Although being a talent is good, joining the army will inevitably be a trouble for many people."

"After coming here, he is still wearing plain clothes and no brocade clothes and jade belts. This is originally wrong."

Yu Wenjun stretched out his hand, Zhang Chengcai, who was practicing kung fu, suddenly felt the gravity increased, his fists became much more solid, but his steps slowed down, but there seemed to be a furnace burning in his body, gushing out a steady stream of strength.

The momentum has risen, and Chengcai quickly swings his fists, punch after punch, punch waves, although not as fierce as Zhang Benchu, but better than Zhang Benchu's clear route, with a point to break the surface, there is still a bit of momentum to control the crane and capture the dragon in a trance.

The pace under his feet slowed down, but he took root on the spot, his strength surged up, and the trickles converged into a long river.

Although Chengcai didn't know who was helping in the dark, he knew very well that no one dared to make trouble in Henglong Mountain, which was thousands of miles away.

Let's practice boxing first, and if you are grateful, you can say it after seeing the real master.

Jing Peiyao commented: "That's right, I noticed the change, but I can still stick to my heart like this."

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "Anyway, he was also kidnapped by Linghe Wang. It was a big storm, and it invisibly solidified his determination."

Only then did Jing Peiyao come to her senses, she had never met Zhang Benchu's family elders.

Chengcai rides the wind, moves and flips, and throws out ten punches one after another. Although the strength of the punches is not superimposed, the strength of each punch is almost the same, and the lines are clear.

So far, Yu Wenjun has also seen the talent revealed by Chengcai.

Nanjiang Paohammer and Yunlongbu are not suitable for him.

"The grasp of true energy and strength is very good, and the distance is still a little far away, but it does not prevent him from being a good seedling for sword practice." Yu Wenjun said.

Jing Peiyao smiled knowingly: "Today do you want to be beautiful as an adult?"

Yuwen Jundao: "Looking at his face, he is a gentleman, suitable for walking the way of kingly swords."

Jing Peiyao didn't say anything anymore, no one could stop her occasional whim, and she was also happy to see good things happen.

Gravity gradually disappeared, and Chengcai was sweating profusely. Because he didn't know where the master was, he simply bowed to the southeast, northwest, and bowed his hands.

"My next Zhang Chengcai, I am grateful for the teachings of my seniors."

Yu Wenjun stepped forward and came to Chengcai.

Cheng Cai was slightly startled, then hurriedly lowered his head and cupped his fists and said, "I've met you, do you dare to ask me your name?"

After coming here, he has not yet entered the depths of Hengchang Sect, and he does not know what honor Yu Wenjun is, but he only heard that he is unparalleled in the world.

Yuwenjun said peacefully: "I am Yuwenjun, you don't need to be polite, I have seen you in the Lingyun Mountains before."

Zhang Chengcai's heart exploded with thunder, he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Although he spent some time in Zhang Benchu's mansion and cultivated well, he also has the demeanor of a rich boy, but the pure eyes have not changed, this is a very nostalgic person.

"I've met the suzerain!" Cheng Cai hastily bowed down to salute.

A gentle force lifted Chengcai's upper body slightly, and Yu Wenjun said kindly, "It happened on a whim, and I went out to enjoy the snow, just in time for you to practice here."

"You were not allowed to enlist in the army at first?"

Chengcai sorted out his words, and replied honestly: "Brother is a general, so he wanted me to stay at home and take good care of the village chief and the four elders, and he didn't want me to ride horses into battle."

"I think so, but I can't hold back my brother."

Yu Wenjun looked at Siye. This place is still some distance away from Hengchang Pavilion. There are no horseshoe marks. After Chengcai came here, he has never ridden a war horse. If he thinks about it, he also knows that Hengchangzong has magical mounts such as Feihuang and Yinlang. .

As a man, it is impossible not to have such thoughts in my heart. I was a little harsh at first...

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "Your elder brother is very strict with you."

Chengcai replied honestly: "It's not that the family tradition is strict, and I can't cause trouble for eldest brother."

After Yu Wenjun heard about it, he couldn't guess what Zhang Benchu ​​thought about Chengcai, so he opened the space magic weapon, took out a scroll and handed it to Chengcai.

"Literate?" Yu Wenjun asked cautiously.

Cheng Cai nodded slightly, a little at a loss.

Yu Wenjun smiled lightly and said: "Southern Xinjiang Paohammer is not suitable for you. This is a private practice in the "Tai'a Sword Classic". After you reach the peak of Suiguang, you can go to Hengchang Hall to find me."

"This matter has nothing to do with the beginning, it's only between you and me."

Chengcai was terrified, and quickly bowed deeply: "Thank you for your enlightenment, my lord!"

Yu Wenjun laughed it off, and stretched out his right hand casually, a pine tree rose from the ground in the distance, and the strong wind blew violently, cut it into a pine sword in an instant, and flew to Chengcai's chest in an instant.

"This sword is called Qingsong, your sword should also be like pine and cypress."

(End of this chapter)