I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

early morning.

Wang Sheng rode a tall horse and led the army into Jiangdu.

On both sides of the street, the people who heard that the captain returned from suppressing the bandits called Wang Sheng's name loudly, and many women in plain clothes mixed in the crowd, looking at the husband-in-law in the formation.

After walking only a hundred meters, Wang Sheng saw his wife, got off his horse, and said to the officers behind him, "disband on the spot and rest for three days. After three days, the barracks will gather and rewards will be given according to merit."

"Thank you, Captain."

"Thank you, General."

The soldiers immediately cheered, the officers still had to dismount, and the soldiers without horses ran away and quickly came to a famous woman.

"Lin Daochang, Qin Daochang, Miss Xiaowei, let me introduce you. This is my wife, Pei Rong."

Wang Sheng came to his family with three people who were also leading the horses, handed over the reins to the family servants, and stretched out his arms to embrace his wife.

"I've seen Madam." The three offered to salute.

"You don't need to be too polite." Pei Rong hurriedly returned the gift, looking at Wang Sheng.

"Let me introduce you." Wang Sheng smiled and introduced them one by one.

Pei Rong is not interested in the two Taoists, but is amazed by Xiao Wei's beauty.

This was the first time she saw someone prettier than herself, so she didn't feel ashamed, but she felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

"Let's go, let's go home."

Wang Sheng didn't see the worry in his wife's eyes, so he took the other's hand and walked towards his mansion.

In a blink of an eye.

Seven days later.

The long-haired shawl, wearing a set of exquisite black long clothes, even more set off the white and delicate skin, the woman with a beautiful face came to a room and knocked on the door lightly: "Qin Daochang, I made some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes , would you like to have a taste?"

"No need." Qin Yao's voice quickly came from the room.

Like the previous few times, it was still a refusal.

Xiao Wei licked her dry lips, carried the box, and left slowly.

Inside the corridor.

Wearing a long white dress, Pei Rong turned her head to look at her husband, and said softly, "It's been four days in a row, and Xiao Wei has been rejected four times."

Wang Sheng felt strange in his heart, and he couldn't tell what the reason was: "Qin Daochang is devoted to Taoism, and I'm afraid he doesn't have any love for children in his heart."

Pei Rong said: "Luohua is intentional, flowing water is ruthless, passionate is always annoyed by ruthless. Brother Sheng, may I comfort Xiaowei?"

"Let's go." Wang Sheng nodded, and said: "I advise her to be more open. All the generals in the Wang family army like her. If she is interested, I can arrange a good marriage for her."

Even though he could not control his fascination after seeing Xiao Wei's eyes, but with Pei Rong by his side, he could already restrain the desire to look into Xiao Wei's eyes.

As a Confucian general, he understands that some desires need to be restrained, otherwise people will become slaves of desires, driven by desires to get more...

A whole month later.

Suddenly a gust of north wind came, and the snowflakes fell on the eaves along with the sun.

Uncle Jiu opened the window and quietly looked at the silver-covered courtyard, but seeing the snowflakes refracting the sun, the white was dazzling, and he couldn't help being in a trance for a while, and his memory returned to the past.

He bid farewell to his junior sister and was already an adult when he abandoned martial arts to follow the Tao. After he passed the so-called best age for cultivation, no one would accept him as a disciple after he set foot on Mount Mao, even if he knelt in the snow for three days and three nights.

Even though he had already perfected his internal skills at that time, he still couldn't withstand the wind and cold erosion, and fell into the heavy snow.

He knew that Maoshan would not allow people to kneel and die in front of his own mountain gate, so he had no fear of death.

And the result was not as he expected, when he woke up again, he found that he had come to Maoshan's house.

At that time, in order to show his sincerity, he dragged his sick body and knelt down in front of the Yuanfu Palace, praying for a chance, and only one chance.

However, no one is willing to accept him as a disciple.

The people in Maoshan would not allow him to die here, nor would they put him in the gate just because they felt sorry for him.

No one wants to accept a trouble, and it is still a trouble that is destined to see no return.

Until that day, a Taoist came with a sword, and when passing by him, he asked a question.

The Taoist asked: What is the purpose of your cultivation?
He said: I want the right to choose.

He practiced martial arts, but he couldn't change his own destiny.

Xiuwen couldn't live the life he wanted.

He never had the right to choose his life.

In life, there are too many involuntary, too many regrets and sorrows, he is unwilling to accept this fate, so he tries to resist.

Because of this answer, the Taoist included it in the door wall, giving him the opportunity he dreamed of.

And this Taoist was the most amazing peerless swordsman in Maoshan at that time, originally named Hong Yuanjing, but later changed his name to Hong Shentong.

He is the youngest celestial master in Maoshan.

It is the rising sun in Maoshan.

Because of his existence, no one dares to underestimate himself who seems to be worthless no matter what he is inside or outside.

It was also under his blessing that I lived the most comfortable days in my life.

However, what Uncle Jiu never expected was that the sky-like existence in his eyes suddenly collapsed one day.

And he himself is not even qualified to investigate the truth!

"Luo Fuzong."

Silently clenched his fists, nails piercing his flesh, Uncle Jiu muttered to himself.

Years ago.

When he was promoted to the God of Night Tour, he once asked the old master how the master died.

Who died at the hands of.

What role does Luo Fuzong play in this?

At that time, the old head still didn't reveal anything, obviously he was afraid of some existence.

Some existences are no less than Maoshan!

He buried all of this in his heart, with a mountain of pressure on his shoulders.

Therefore, after gaining tens of thousands of yin virtues in a short period of time, he lost his composure, and couldn't wait to drag Qin Yao to continue his reincarnation.

The light of hope became more blazing because of this...

After a while, Uncle Jiu opened the door and walked out of the room. He used his hands to move the wind and snow together, controlled the snowflakes with his spiritual thoughts, and formed a heroic swordsman with a long sword in his hand, sitting in front of him.

"Master, wait for me..." Stretching out his hand to hold Snowman's palm, Uncle Jiu murmured, "This disciple will be promoted to Heavenly Master soon."

Not far away, in the snow.

Qin Yao spread his hands to catch the falling snowflakes, and quietly watched the figures in the courtyard.

"Is it Luofu sect?"

"Qin Daochang, I made a pot of heart-warming tea, would you like to have a cup?"

At this time, Xiao Wei, who was dressed in black, came over with a maid and asked with a smile.

"boom."

Just as Qin Yao was about to answer, a figure suddenly fell from a high altitude and fell on the snow in the courtyard, blood melting the surrounding snowflakes.

Wang Sheng quickly rushed over with people, and a nurse came out from behind him, leaned over the bloody body, and said in astonishment: "Brother Yong?!"