From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

New Year’s Eve, Hengshui City.

Unlike the crowded streets at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the streets are very quiet today. The vendors have gone home to celebrate the New Year, and the doors and windows of the streets and alleys are also closed. The only thing that can be seen is the curling smoke rising from early in the morning.

Opposite the center of Pei Street, the gate of Ji'an Marquis's Mansion is open. This third-ranked man in the world holds high power, but it is well known that he has no servants at home, which is even worse than that of ordinary wealthy families. After he became rich, some people secretly investigated but found nothing.

The Pei compound is opposite the marquis's mansion. In the past two or three days, all the martial arts school disciples have naturally returned home to visit their families. Old man Pei just lay on the rocking chair, occasionally taking a sip of Nanjiang Yunhai tea. It is rumored that this kind of tea tree only grows on cliffs, and its branches and leaves beat against the clouds day and night. Only "tea picking masters" with second-grade or above lightness skills can pick them completely, and it is time-consuming and laborious. The price of one or two taels of tea is comparable to a thousand taels of gold. Even he, the prodigal son who ruined the Spring and Autumn wealthy family, can only afford to taste two sips during the New Year.

A little girl in a bright red cotton-padded jacket was jumping up and down nearby. Ever since Ning Shijian obtained the position of a fifth-rank guerrilla general, her symptoms of snake-entanglement had been alleviated by a large margin. After the red spots faded, her face looked regular and she had a unique vitality. Her aptitude for martial arts was similar to that of her father. She was not indistinguishable from the crowd, but she was also not eye-catching.

At the hour of Mao in the morning, the door of the main house of the marquis's mansion opened, and the young Marquis Ji'an walked into the yard, still wearing the ordinary Confucian robe he wore the day before. Because he did not deliberately cover it up, the sun and the moon followed on his shoulders. In addition, flood fish and drought fish lingered around him, and white clouds and fist intentions flowed slowly around him.

The Marquis was the only one living alone in the entire Marquis' Mansion, so the little girl Ning Hongxiu felt that the opposite side was a bit deserted. She saw her future master lying down on the rocking chair, and then began to flip through the unreasonably thick martial arts encyclopedia. If she hadn't been following him, she would probably not have noticed when there was one more person in the yard.

"Hongxiu, ask your mother and Miss Wu to prepare lunch." Old man Pei gave the order. The premise for him to let the Ning family stay was that they had to do work and they would be paid monthly wages, which was more practical than what they could get outside.

"Master, I'll go right away."

The little girl jumped down from the tree and ran towards the back house.

In the courtyard of the Marquis's Mansion, Jiang Yuan continued to flip through the book.

All in all, this martial arts record contains 111,201 martial arts secrets. After being transformed in the martial arts furnace, the essential secrets are filled into the golden body of the Great Burning Heaven Arhat. This golden body is essentially the manifestation of the warrior's soul. The stronger its quality, the stronger the warrior's soul will be, which in turn can strengthen the body.

At noon, in the Ning residence next to the Marquis' Mansion, Ning Shijian woke up hastily. He was on duty last night.

Today, Hengshui County has gathered 40,000 infantry and cavalry, as well as 7,000 soldiers. After the demise of the Han family, a large number of fields and tenant farmers have alleviated the urgent needs. The food, fodder and military equipment allocated by the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue have arrived successfully through the canal transport, but after the heads of General Zhong Shentong and a group of Beimang nobles were handed over, the court has been slow to respond.

Ning Shijian carried two jars of fine wine out of the house and turned into the marquis's mansion. There was not much to report on the military affairs of Hengshui County. The cavalry was controlled by Zu Kai and Lao Jibei, and the infantry was managed by Li Huoli and Duyan. The second in command of the county's political affairs was Guo Si, who cooperated well with the county magistrate He He. The three families of He, Wei and Li supported a group of young and strong officers. The marquis's mansion's industries spread across six counties, and there were no major problems in all aspects. In addition, the head manager of Tan Yingxuan in Dazhan City often sent a batch of affordable military equipment to accumulate incense and friendship.

"Sir, recently many martial arts heroes have entered the Hengshui area. Several of them are famous. They said they wanted to challenge you, but they were all stopped by the deputy mountain master." Ning Shijian thought about it and could only talk about martial arts. The King Kong Realm who came back from Beimang was a native of Dongyue in the Spring and Autumn Period. He never took the initiative to reveal his name, so his colleagues continued to call him the deputy mountain master.

"Kill them all." Jiang Yuan said without even looking up. "Since you are making things difficult for me, don't blame me for making things difficult for you. Give him another thousand Fiendish Soldiers."

"Yes." Ning Shijian accepted the order. In Hengshui County, the words of Marquis Ji'an were the imperial edict.

Silence returned to the courtyard.

For a moment, the retainer didn't know whether he should share his joy of breaking through to the fourth level. Ever since he practiced only that one move, many small obstacles in cultivation have been broken through one after another. For him, it was truly an unexpected change.

"Not bad." Jiang Yuan suddenly said. Ning Shijian was stunned at first, and then he was pleasantly surprised. He didn't know the specific meaning of this "not bad", but he felt that it was a good evaluation. After all, the Marquis was always a man of few words and his emotions were not revealed on his face.

Not long after, Wu Huoyue came running over wearing an apron. Compared to martial arts geniuses in the general sense, she was able to enter the Half-Step Vajra Realm at the age of eighteen, so one can imagine her aptitude.

"Master, General Ning, dinner is ready in the courtyard. Grandpa Pei wants you to come over."

"Why doesn't he just shout?" Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows. The position where he was lying was actually facing Old Man Pei.

"Thank you, Miss Wu." Ning Shijian clasped his fists.

The three of them went out and passed by the street. It can be foreseen that today and tomorrow will be a quiet time with nothing to do. It is said that the two sides on the West Chu and South Tang fronts have tacitly reached a ceasefire. Whoever provokes a war during the New Year will be cursed in the future regardless of whether he wins or loses.

But there may be extremely paranoid lunatics in the world.

In Pei's yard, a row of dirty beggars squatted under the eaves, and it was hard to tell whether they were men or women. Mrs. Ning poured a spoonful of dumplings for each of them. There was no door to enter the house, but old man Pei, as a well-known rich man, did not lack a mouthful of white flour.

"My Lord, can I join the army when I grow up?" asked a disfigured boy wearing a tattered cotton hat. Since Old Man Pei always boasted that he was the third best in the world, they must have a close relationship.

"You can't catch up."

Jiang Yuan did not stop. Calculating the time, he thought that the chaos in Beimang Liyang would last for two to three years at most.

Six people gathered around the table. Just as Old Man Pei was about to sit at the left, he was kicked back to the main seat by someone. As the host and the elder, there was no reason for him to give up his seat to others.

Jiang Yuan sat down. According to the dragon clan's age system, he was still in his childhood, not counting the dormant period. Even if he ran around a lot, he was not half as busy as old man Pei. Of course, all these were meaningless to a true god.

The table was filled with soft beef intestines, stewed lamb, roasted venison, steamed carp with wine, basil shrimp, small Tiansu, and Zhutouchun. The names were tongue-twisting, but the ingredients were very common. Mrs. Ning used to be the head chef in the kitchen and had superb skills, which was why she was able to marry the head guard instructor and still work in the master's house after giving birth to children.

"Lord Ji'an, please give an opening speech." Old man Pei cheered, and at the same time reached out and took out a jar of real fine wine from under the table.

"We will take Hezhou next year." Jiang Yuan was the first to move his chopsticks. Hezhou is located in the southern part of Jizhou, bordering the three auxiliary areas of the capital, but its terrain is extremely important. The Mingzhu Mountain in the west of the state blocks the Northern Liang, and the Wu Mountain in the east blocks the two Liao, three states and the Tai'an capital. It was the main territory of the Northern Han Dynasty in the Spring and Autumn Period and was known as the "Little Western Shu". Among them, the Xiongnan Pass faces south, like a tiger entrenched on the mountain, and the situation is very serious.

Old man Pei was prepared and was not too shocked. On the other hand, Ning Shijian dropped the bowl and chopsticks in his hands to the ground with a look of horror on his face.

Although the words of taking over Hezhou are obscure, they are actually tantamount to speaking directly of competing for the world. After all, all land under heaven belongs to the king, and there is absolutely no reason for a subject to stretch out his hand to take it.

(End of this chapter)