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

Huishan.

A complex of buildings with carved beams and painted rafters.

The scenery may not be as good as that on the hillside, but there are many strange rocks standing there, and you can fish by the river in a quiet and secluded environment.

The newly developed martial arts field is called Qingcaoping. It is the place where the Xuanyuan family of all generations held martial arts competitions and drills. After repeated destruction and filling, the ground has long become as hard as iron.

On the green lawn, two people were fighting each other.

The Xuanyuan family has a long history, a profound foundation in martial arts, and extensive influence. Under the pressure of profit and power, they have recruited hundreds of martial arts masters. There are more than a hundred people in the third rank alone. Once you reach the third rank, you can become a guest official. To date, there are five second-rank great officials in the Worship Hall.

Two first-rank officials, five great priests, hundreds of martial arts masters, hundreds of secret assassins, and two hundred heavy cavalry. Huishan, as a martial arts force, is undoubtedly far superior to the so-called first-class sects.

The fight ended at the third move.

A small word "诛" flew out from the sleeve of the young man in Confucian robe, and turned into a half-meter-long pale white short spear that flew into the air and instantly killed the fourth priest of Huishan.

Instead, the fastest way to advance through the rankings is to serve as a guest official, with different rankings representing different treatments.

"Second rank, I am Yin Jiang from the Liaodong Confucian school, nice to meet you all."

The ordinary-looking young man clasped his fists indifferently.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Killing people was nothing. Patriarch Xuanyuan was such a wicked man and he couldn't ask others to do that. But such a strange scholar was really unheard of.

"Brother Yin Jiang is a relative of mine, Hong. He saved my whole family in the past. Anyone who makes things difficult for him is making things difficult for me!" Hong Piao shouted loudly.

The chief worshipper Huang Fangfo said nothing. Among the more than a thousand people in Huishan, including the three descendants of the Xuanyuan family, he was the closest to the Vajra Fairyland and had the capital to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers.

"That's all for today."

An old steward who was directly under the head of the family walked towards someone and allocated the resources of the fourth offering.

A first-class house, a monthly salary of thirty taels of silver, a bottle of Longhu Mountain Water-Transporting Pill, a jade token each for Wending Pavilion and Armory, which can be entered once a year, ten maid tokens, a first-class warhorse, and three death warriors.

Jiang Yuan left the lawn holding a bunch of signs.

"What should we do next?" Crow asked in a low voice.

"I won't do anything. I just need to stand on Huishan Mountain. Within seven days, Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Dapan will have a battle."

Crow: “Ah?”

Jiang Yuan came to the construction area and chose a house closest to the river. He had promised Yuan Benxi three times, two of which were used on Wudang Mountain, and the last one was to ensure Xu Zhihu's safety.

As for the current situation, because of the incarnation of Confucian general's hard work, his Confucian and Taoist cultivation is continuously improving every moment. Within half a month, the scholar Xuanyuan Jingcheng will have nothing to hide, and will be completely promoted to a land immortal by luck and destiny.

The same goes for martial arts cultivation. Xuanyuan Dapan takes the path of dual cultivation of martial arts. Once the progress is too fast and the masculinity is too strong, he will have to use yin to supplement yang.

If nothing unexpected happens, the eldest daughter of the royal family, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, should have been targeted. She is the reincarnation of an ancient person, and her essence Yin is even more precious and effective.

Jiang Yuan stopped in the yard and frowned slightly.

The sixth-rank knife-wielding guard behind him felt something was wrong.

"I'll leave all the chores to you from now on." Jiang Yuan threw out thirty taels of silver. His current focus was on building five cities and twelve towers. The best way to practice was to go into seclusion for half a year, but he couldn't give up his power and go to a Taoist sect to practice solitary meditation. After all, he still had to plunder the national oak.

Pei Nanwei caught it in a panic. She now had the face of a young woman with an ordinary appearance.

“I can’t cook.”

"Then just starve." Jiang Yuan came to the wall, where the word "炸" (fried) was printed one by one, as big as chess pieces.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of even smaller "兵" characters flew out of the sleeves and landed on the ground like ants. They left the house in hundreds of groups to look for the eldest daughter of the King of Beiliang. Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Baijie was referring to Xuanjing. The two were currently being held near Guniu Dagang in Xuanyuan Dapan.

Pei Nanwei cleaned the yard. The main house was in the north, with the wing rooms on the right. There was a small rockery in the middle of the yard, and the front and back were covered with pebbles. The wing room on the left was filled with common martial arts tools and a stove. There was no firewood, rice, oil or salt, but the iron pot was very clean.

"How about we raise some chickens?"

Pei Nanwei looked at the empty corner and said, this is a good place to build a chicken coop.

"You can make your own decisions on such trivial matters. Remember to get a set of stationery."

Jiang Yuan used a trace of Mingyue Fist spirit to write a big "藤" character. After the weaving was completed, it could barely serve as a recliner. And the moment he turned around and lay down, the Qi flowed to its peak, the third building was completed, and the Qi circulated for 1,600 miles.

Opening the Martial Arts Records, he is still consolidating his Vajra Realm.

Pei Nanwei went out to buy things with a knife. She was a sixth-rank warrior and could defeat the elite of the six classes. A third-rank master was also the backbone of Huishan and would not be troubled by villains.

In the county town at the foot of the mountain, there is a population of more than 100,000 people, and there is a market specially opened for the masters of Huishan and Longhushan.

……

night.

There are lights everywhere at the foot of the mountain.

After two hundred heavy cavalrymen defeated the rebels, the area became a refuge for refugees.

Pei Nanwei climbed the mountain road carrying large and small bags, with an old hen in her arms. She looked left and right, but unfortunately it was time to go home, and nothing unexpected happened.

Occasionally, she would see a few martial artists passing by, but these guys had no interest in an ordinary farm girl. Besides, even if there were any, they might not be a match for a sixth-rank warrior. Therefore, she was not afraid. If she couldn't beat them, she could just shout for help. That guy would definitely be able to hear her.

Pei Nanwei returned to the house, first settled the old hen, then gently placed the four treasures of the study that he had spent twelve silver coins on next to someone, and went to the left wing with the package.

Rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. She doesn't like tea very much, honey water is more delicious, and that guy is addicted to alcohol, so there is no need to buy it.

Pei Nanwei remembered something and looked towards the yard.

"Master... would you like to chop some firewood tomorrow?"

"Chop it up, and then weave a rattan chair."

Pei Nanwei: "Ah?"

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows. "Why should I keep a parasite like you? Of course you have to serve me. Before, Wu Huoyue could at least be a door god when she stood at the door. Now that she is gone, you have to take over from now on."

Pei Nanwei thought about it seriously. She and Wu Huoyue had met before. She had the impression that she was a girl who was not very good-looking, with heroic eyes and eyebrows. She was probably similar to the female heroes described by storytellers.

She sighed softly. Although the girl was not outstanding, she was young after all. She was already an old girl of 36. In another ten years, even if she was on the top ten rouge lists, she would inevitably look ugly. It was a good thing that she didn't have wrinkles. However, she should be different from normal people of the same age. She had not been out of the prison much, so she could not make an accurate judgment.

"Sir, what should we do if we don't have firewood to cook?"

Jiang Yuan got up and went to kill the old hen.

"I'm going to chop it right now, don't kill it!"

(End of this chapter)