Sheng Fu

Chapter 420

The end of the year is getting closer and closer, and the six gentlemen who traveled to the Spirit Race have also returned home.

This time, the Hengchang sect made great fanfare. Zhang Benchu, dressed in golden armor, controlled the chaos and broke through the wilderness in his hand. He and Yan Zhao personally led two thousand cavalry to the border of Langfeng Prefecture to welcome the six gentlemen.

The highlight is that Yanzhao is the king of Feihuang under his crotch, and the [-] cavalry behind him are also driving Feihuang, and there are six chariots, and Feihuang pulls a chariot at both ends, attracting a large number of people to watch wherever he goes.

Good-looking girls can be seen every year and festival, but a dragon horse with wings, speed and combat power far surpassing the first-class war horse is a rarity.

Feihuang's aura is unfolded, like a sage who can inspect the mountains and rivers of the world.

The news quickly spread to the north and south, stunning the ruling and opposition parties.

If an ordinary general is lucky, he can get a flying yellow as a mount. Now the flying yellows of Hengchangzong have formed a cavalry army, at least giving the southern army a heavy sense of oppression.

As for how the bigwigs in the temple military feel, I don't know.

This matter also dilutes all kinds of speculations about Yu Wenjun in recent days.

At the boundary road of Langfengzhou, Xie Yiming and Chen Xuan stood at the front, and the six gentlemen were behind them. The surroundings were heavily armored and majestic.

Zhang Benchu ​​stepped forward and cupped his fists and said, "Thanks to seniors who have been waiting here for a long time, Zhang Benchu ​​came here to welcome the six gentlemen into the sect."

Xie Yiming stretched his neck, glanced at Ming Huan behind Zhang Benchu, and the king of the flying yellow horse. A man has such a mount, what more can he ask for.

The southern leader laughed and said, "Your patriarch really has a big business. If you want to come to the Hengchang sect, there are still a lot of flying yellows, right?"

Zhang Benchu ​​nodded gently and said, "Senior's guess is really accurate."

Xie Yiming was slightly taken aback, stroked the hickory nuts in his hand, and couldn't help asking: "Little friend, dare to say the specific amount."

Zhang Benchu ​​said: "The combined number of Feihuang and Yinlang is more than 50,000."

Xie Yiming and Chen Xuan's hearts sank immediately.

With such a lineup of cavalry, it is bound to be as imposing as a dragon on the battlefield. Whether it is a formation or a decisive battle, it will have an absolute advantage, which makes Xie Yiming's heart very hot.

He touched his head and said: "Since you are the number one general of the Hengchang Sect, you might as well give me a hand. I came here today on foot, and the general behind me also came here on foot."

"Don't look at our soldiers riding horses, but our two Lords really came here on foot."

Chen Xuan smiled implicitly, and looked at Zhang Benchu ​​with complicated eyes.

Since he is the number one general, he can naturally make his own decisions on some matters.

Zhang Benchu ​​immediately understood and said: "This matter is easy to talk about. In the future, the two seniors can go to the Hengchang Sect to receive two Flying Yellow Kings or Silver Wolf Kings."

Xie Yiming smiled from ear to ear, stepped forward and patted Zhang Benchu ​​on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "You are indeed a general, every time I meet you, I will feel that your appearance is more handsome, and your cultivation base is getting stronger."

Zhang Benchu ​​said with a subtle smile: "Thank you for your praise, senior."

Yan Zhao at the side took a step, took out a sword box from the magic weapon of space, offered it to Xie Yiming with both hands, and said with a smile: "The last time I went to my uncle's house, I made a note of it."

"The name of this sword is Yuqing. It is three feet three feet long and two inches wide. It was forged by my father and the old man in the sword furnace."

Xie Yiming laughed heartily and said, "The young people of Hengchang Sect are always so understanding, I am very relieved."

He took the sword box with both hands, and let out a laugh like the breeze and the moon.

This winter is more and more like spring.

Xie Yiming officially recommended He Yunrui, Qin Yang, Zhong Hua, Chen Ti, Yuan Cheng, and Jiang Qian to Zhang Benchu.

The six gentlemen also looked at the chaos behind Zhang Benchu ​​curiously, as well as a large number of flying yellows, six-seater cars, each of which had two flying yellow carts. The ink in Mr.'s stomach suddenly increased.

As a pure scholar and monk, he deserves to be treated like this.

Yu Wenjun's thirst for talents is almost known to passers-by.

Zhang Benchu ​​and Yan Zhao bowed to the six and a half of He Yunrui and said, "Gentlemen, please get in the car."

The six of He Yunrui nodded slightly to the two young generals, and slowly got into the carriage.

Xie Yiming shouted angrily: "The six of you have gone to the Hengchang Sect, but you must give your money to the Hengchang students. Even the scholars of the country don't have the courtesy you have today."

The car drove out, bursts of laughter.

Xie Yiming touched his nose with a strange expression on his face.

Zhang Benchu ​​and Yan Zhao bowed deeply and bid farewell to the crowd. The cavalry and chariots gradually drifted away in the eyes of the two seniors.

Chen Xuan took a serious look at Xie Yiming's expression, and comforted in a low voice: "Don't think too much, Yu Wenjun is today because he is rebellious enough, after all, you are not ready."

Xie Yiming gave Chen Xuan a disdainful look, and said, "You are the only one who talks too much."

It is also the establishment of an academy for learning. Yuwenjun Hengchang Academy has been thriving, but Xie Yiming has lost his power over Nanling Academy, so at most he can ask a few questions.

In contrast, this tall fat man felt a little sad in his heart.

The next morning, Zhang Benchu ​​and Yan Zhao brought back the six gentlemen.

In front of the gate of Hengchang Zongshan, Yu Wenjun and Jing Peiyao, dressed in dragon clothes, led the cabinet to greet them in person.

Black unicorns and white tigers line up on the left and right sides of the avenue, adding a bit of grandeur.

He Yunrui, Qin Yang, Zhong Hua, Chen Ti, Yuan Cheng, and Jiang Qian got out of the car one after another.

Yu Wenjun joined hands with Jing Peiyao and others to bow to the six people.

"Hengchangzong, welcome to the six gentlemen."

He Yunrui suddenly felt that his eyes were moist, and so was Qin Yang, but Zhong Hua's expression was normal, but ripples appeared in his heart. Yuan Cheng and Jiang Qian looked at Henglong Mountain with a lot of feelings in their hearts.

Chen Ti, who was always moody, suddenly felt that the voice in her heart echoed clear and sweet at this moment.

There are very few people in the world who are interested in learning. No matter what the purpose of Yu Wenjun is, he has given poor students the opportunity to touch advanced knowledge and embark on the path of spiritual practice. This is an achievement.

The human race has an emperor, and the spirit race has a spirit emperor.

Yu Wenjun was struggling to survive, and most of the students of Hengchang Academy will still belong to the Human Race Temple in the future.

This matter does not have much benefit to the Dragon Clan, but has a lot of drag.

The six people bowed deeply at the same time, made a big salute, and said in unison: "He Yunrui, Qin Yang, Zhong Hua, Chen Ti, Yuan Cheng, Jiang Qian pay homage to the suzerain!"

These days, Yuwenjun's reputation has flaws, but this does not affect Yuwenjun's actions.

Yu Wenjun and Jing Peiyao smiled at each other, and the husband and wife stepped forward to help the gentlemen.

After today, Hengchang Academy will go up to the next level, increase the style of elegance, control the aura of grandeur, and do bright things!
Yu Wenjun said softly: "I went to Xie Yiming's house earlier, and at that time I thought about going to the Lingzu to have a drink with you. flattery."

"We have to wait for the gentlemen to meet after they return from their travels."

Jiang Qian was about fifty years old, with a thin body, but his complexion was rosy and his blood was vigorous. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The suzerain is as careful as a hair, and the head of Bagu really lives up to his reputation."

Yes, they were greeted by Bagu and his wife. After several years of this incident, it will surely become a good story in the literary world.

Yu Wenjun smiled softly, and his wife Jing Peiyao was introducing the details of Henglong Mountain to the gentlemen in a soft voice. Before he knew it, he crossed the mountain gate and entered the depths, and the Henglong Cultural Movement was full of vitality...

(End of this chapter)