Uncrowned Evil Emperor

It was night in Qinghou Manor, the first candle lamp was lit in the old man's study for the first time in several years, and the person sitting in the room was Feng Jueyu.

Every time the servants and servants in the village passed by, they would stop and look at it for a while. It has been more than eight years, and Qinghou has not been in the village for more than eight years. The candle light brought back infinite memories of the servants in the village.

In the study room, on the table under the lamp, there is a thick stack of volumes piled high, all of which are temporarily new. These volumes have collected all the major events that have happened in the southern green forest and the world in the past few years, and were collected by the members of the alliance. The eyeliner was collected and sent to the old man's study one by one. Even if the old man hadn't appeared in eight years, it would still be like a day in ten years. This act represented Qinghou Zhuang's loyalty to the old man.

In addition, there are all the detailed information related to the Black Armored Guard. Feng Jueyu was bored looking through it, and the more he read it, the more interesting he found it.

The major events that have happened in Tiannan in the past eight years are so many that they can't be counted in three days and three nights...

At this time, Feng Jueyu was holding a volume of collection in his hand, reading it with great interest...

"In the 235th year of the Tiannan calendar, Huang Fufan, the old owner of Wuyun Villa in Xilulin, retired behind the scenes, and the power in the village was handed over to his adopted son, Hen Wuji."

"Hen Wuji, the adopted son of Huangfu Fan, the second head of the Xilulin family, the former head of the Loyal Hall, followed Huangfu Fan for 22 years, the Xuan Gong practiced the Earth's Yin Meridian, the cold and ice strength, and the martial arts transformed into a Yin knife. It is suspected that there is a Tianwu middle-level cultivator who is a top master..."

"Chi!" Feng Jueyu couldn't help laughing halfway through, and flipped through the other collections to search carefully. Huangfu Fanyi's family background was all recorded one by one.

"Huangfufan had a son and a daughter in his life, but they all died. The Huangfu family had no descendants, only the youngest daughter, the eldest daughter of the Jin family of Qinzhou. She doted on her very much and became the ruler of the three prefectures. In addition, what Huangfufan valued the most was this. This adopted son hates Wuji, this person is highly cultivated and scheming, he has great prestige among the hall masters in the West Green Forest, and he has the potential to replace Huangfu Fan."

After seeing Huangfu Fanyi's family background in Wuyun Mountain Villa, Feng Jueyu probably had an idea in his mind, but the practice of Xuangong that hated Wuji reminded him of something.

The ghostly presence in the study was Gongyang Yu who came after the afternoon. Hearing Feng Jueyu talking to himself there, the old man pinched the black hair on his chin, his eyes flickered and said: "Hate Wuji, it's he……"

"He hurt you? You must know this person very well." Feng Jueyu asked with a smile.

Speaking of hating Wuji, Gongyang Yu gritted his teeth. After many years, there was still a knot in his heart that could not be solved: "I don't know much about it, but I know a little bit. The old man's bone village used to be in Xilulin. Back then, he was one of the most famous thieves in the Kugu Mountain. The hateful Hen Wuji, in order to accept the Kugu Village and join the West Green Forest, talked with the old man many times, but the old man never agreed, so one night, Hen Wuji Ji led people to kill Kuguzhai, wiped out my village 210, and washed Kugushan with blood. Only then did I know that the owner of the Loyalty Hall in West Green Forest was a master of the Heavenly Martial Realm..."

It's not hard to hear that Gong Yangyu had subtle surprises in the resentment in his tone towards Hen Wuji. Presumably, Gong Yangyu didn't pay attention to others at all at the beginning. From this point of view, this Hen Wuji should be regarded as fond of hiding himself that kind of person.

"You didn't know he was at the Heavenly Martial Realm before?"

Gong Yangyu closed his eyes, his mind was full of the tragic scene when the blood was all over the Kugu Mountain many years ago, he said with hatred: "The year when the Kugu Mountain accident happened, Huangfu Fanyi was still sitting in the West Green Forest, hate Wuji The hall masters of Loyalty Hall and all the hall masters in West Green Forest are Xuanwu Realm. Once they become Tianwu Realm, they will be promoted to Elders. It is well known in the world. I don’t want to hate that bastard Wuji for not even looking at the position of Elders, and has always regarded himself as an elder. It's hidden very deep. Not only that, but I suspect that someone drugged the water in the Kugu Village back then, which led to the destruction of the whole village."

Feng Jueyu nodded irrefutably: "Hen Wuji is a scheming person. He can sit in the position of an elder but hide his strength. That's why he is where he is today. Huangfufan has no children at all, only one grandson." , it is not accidental to think highly of him, if I do the same."

Casually inferring, Feng Jueyu has already deeply remembered the person Hen Wuji, and as soon as Huangfu Fan of Xilulin retreated behind the scenes, Hen Wuji took it for granted that he became the chief executive of Xilulin, and he would contact him in the future This opportunity is indispensable, Killer Fengda will naturally pay more attention to this person.

Huangfu Fan harvested the mountain in one year, and Hen Wuji took over the West Green Forest three years ago, and the wings are already full, so the West Green Forest is almost in the hands of Hen Wuji. Only orders can make him sit firmly in the position of West Green Forest.

Looking at it now, Young Master Feng knows that he is not only facing the treacherous and cunning Huangfu Fanyi, but it is difficult to only hate Wuji.

"Go back and ask Ma Chengyun about this person."

Feng Jueyu put down the collection case book, picked up another one, and said with a trembling smile: "The old man has been a soldier all his life, and he is as shrewd as a fellow when he gets old. These black armored guards all chose the warriors of the Earth Yang Meridian Art. , old man, what do you think is the best way to train them?"

Gong Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you ask me when you know what you're doing?"

"Give me some advice." Feng Jueyu laughed, aiming to adjust the atmosphere.

Gongyang Yu said: "The private army should look like a private army. Since the black armor is made, the good horses are mated, and the warriors who choose the earth-yang meridian method are selected, Shangguan Lingyun must have paved the way for these people. By the way, didn’t you just hold a book of Nine Dragon Spear Art? He is the way these people will go in the future.”

"It's the same as I think." Feng Jueyu was full of admiration, whether to say it or not, the old man Gongyang is really well-informed.

"Nine-way marksmanship is simple and straightforward, suitable for immediate combat, but what worries me now is that the thirty horses treading snow can move the black armored guards wearing black armor and holding black spears. After all, the combined load is nearly five It's a hundred catties."

The black armor guards selected by Shangguan Lingyun were all about the same size and weighed close to [-]. With the addition of black armor and black spears, [-] catties was really not something a good horse could carry.

When going into battle to kill the enemy, the BMW horse is also the top priority. Feng Jueyu is now worried about whether the Snow-Treading Horse can carry these people and become a fierce fighting force.

In fact, since time travelling, what Feng Jueyu wonders most is that this world seems to be different from what he imagined.

It's nothing more than practicing martial arts in aristocratic families. Every family prepares private soldiers, and each of them dresses up as if they are about to raise a pole. Should they be so formal?

Every family has a private army, but the scale is different...

Just as he was thinking, Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun knocked on the door and walked in, and Gong Yang disappeared in the corner at the right time.

Opening the door, Ma Chengyun walked into the room in a hurry, and said anxiously: "Master, the black armored guards are already very tired, should we let them rest for a while?"

"Rest?" Feng Jueyu looked at the sky, with a look of irrelevance on his face: "It's not yet midnight, isn't it agreed to be seven hours?"

Wang Tong couldn't help it anymore. The training task given by Feng Jueyu was too heavy, so he didn't have a good rest today. He would observe for a while from time to time, and then found that when it just fell into the night, the black armored guards began to be a little unable to hold on. It stopped, and now, more than half of the thirty men fell down, and they were basically exhausted and collapsed, and some even fell into a coma.

"Twenty-two of the thirty black armored guards have been lying down. Twelve and Thirteen have been staring at them all the time, and no one has moved. Young master, if it is possible, let's forget about it today."

The two of them knew that Feng Jueyu's training method was good for the future of the black armored guards, but they also felt that this practice contained some selfishness. It seems too cruel to bear such a heavy training task.

I don't know if Feng Jueyu was listening, but after the two finished speaking, he showed a surprised expression, touched his chin with his fingers, and muttered to himself: "There are eight more, not bad, not bad, quite a few, Since there are still eight, let's stand."

After finishing speaking, Feng Jueyu continued to look through the volume...

Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun sighed at the same time, stuck in the room for a long time speechless.

The so-called people can't stand if they don't have faith, and it's hard to lead an army if they don't have power. It's a truth. Feng Jueyu's strict orders cannot be changed. Seven hours are seven hours, unless everyone is tired and paralyzed If you fall to the ground and can't stand up, otherwise you won't withdraw the order.

The two of you look at me, I look at you, I am quite worried about those black armored guards...

Another half an hour later, Yan Shisan ran back, bowed his body and saluted as soon as he entered the room, and then said with joy, "My lord, I'm exhausted."

"All down?" Feng Jueyu raised his head, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Yan Shisan excitedly said: "Well, it's all down, no one is pretending, they are all very tired..."

"Great." Feng Jueyu patted the table and stood up, looking a little gleeful, Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun were speechless.

But in the next moment, they realized that what they just saw was just the tip of the iceberg of Mr. Feng's dark belly, not all of it.

Feng Jueyu stood up, walked around from behind the table, and ordered with a happy face: "Put the banquet on the table, good wine and good meat are waiting for you, everyone has to eat for me, hehe, stand up when you are full." Now, this young master has to get rid of their bad temper..."

"Still standing?" Yan Shisan said in shock with a heavy Dongzhou accent: "I'm tired..."

Unexpectedly, Killer Feng didn't take it seriously at all, frowned and said: "Go as soon as I tell you, what's the point."

"Okay, I'll go there now, but son, how can you eat when you're so tired?" Yan Shisan's boss was puzzled, anyway, if it was him, let alone eat, he would feel too tired to open his mouth.

Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun also nodded vigorously like chickens pecking at rice.

Feng Jueyu said confidently: "Go, eat what you can eat, definitely eat what you can..."

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ps: The first update on the 31th.