At the entrance, there are two braziers placed on the left and right. Perhaps it is because the owner of the house is old, and people are particularly afraid of the cold as they get older.
However, "Western Poison" Ouyang Feng clearly knew that the master's skill was truly unfathomable.
"Now that you're in, feel free to sit down."
Only then did Ouyang Feng notice that there was an empty chair on the south side of the "Shenhe Hall", but the owner's voice came from behind the screen on the left.
He hurriedly walked to the left, but stopped before he dared to cross the screen.
Seeing three futons lined up on the ground, Ouyang Feng chose the futon on the far right and sat down cross-legged.
What surprised him was that even though he knew that the master of the house was sitting behind the screen, he couldn't feel the fluctuation of his breath.
To what extent has the master's martial arts reached?
"Feng'er, you did a good job at Juyongguan this time. It's a pity that you met this Mongol Khan named Temujin, who was also a talented and strategic leader. It's a pity..."
Ouyang Feng didn't understand for a moment why the head of the family would say such things, and he didn't dare to reply, so he just sat there quietly and listened.
"Feng'er, you have been talented and intelligent since you were a child, but you were too proud when you were young. You only wanted to fight with your own strength, and it was too late to accept the martial arts passed down by your family."
"It's even later than I turned around back then. Under normal circumstances, if you want to break through your innate talent in this life, I'm afraid you have to rely on opportunities."
Ouyang Feng felt that a pair of sharp eyes were looking at him through the screen, as if he was about to see through him completely.
When talking about Temujin just now, the head of the family said "it's a pity", but in fact his tone was very calm.
Now when it comes to Ouyang Feng's hope of breaking through, although there is no word "pity" in his words, his tone is full of pity.
"Master, my grandson is stupid and doesn't know what 'innate' is?"
"Hahaha - 'Xiantian', that is the realm that martial arts students dream of. I started practicing martial arts when I was eight years old, and I am already close to the first-class realm in my weakest years."
"It's a pity that at that time, I was young and frivolous, greedy for fame and fortune, and wanted to learn from the best of others, but I ignored my own unique knowledge, and I worked hard for ten years."
"Fortunately, I was humiliated in public by several of my big enemies at the time, and my reputation was completely ruined. I actually repented, and my reputation was as beneficial to me as a cloud. So what if I win, and what if I lose?"
"After learning from the pain, if you are reborn from Nirvana, you can start over again at the age of twenty-eight and re-enter the world under a pseudonym. In a few years, you will still be famous, or even better than before."
"My life has reached its peak before I reach forty. People in the world are afraid of my martial arts and call me a 'devil'? Haha, what is a 'devil'? What is a 'Tao'? I don't know either."
"After ten years of indulgence, I simply buried myself again, stopped comparing myself to others, returned to myself, and did what I should do."
"Life is short. Others say that I am pursuing the ultimate in martial arts. Who knew that I just want to live a few more years to fulfill my ancestor's destiny."
"It's a pity that destiny is not mine. Maybe starting from the Jianghu and then the court itself is not feasible."
The head of the family may not have talked to anyone for a long time. He was chattering and talking about the past in a low voice. Ouyang Feng listened with half-understanding.
"Do you want to experience the 'innate realm'?"
Suddenly, Ouyang Feng felt a finger force coming from behind the screen.
"Shenhezhi——"
After all, he has also practiced "joining the fingers" for several years, and he can recognize at a glance that the other party is using the method of "joining the fingers".
It's just that the "joint finger" in front of me seems to be very different from the one I use.
"Shenhe Finger" pointed at his left chest, the force was quite strong, but it did not cause any harm to him.
Instead, it connected the meridians on my left chest and mobilized the true energy in my body.
Ouyang Feng didn't dare to put up any resistance, he just relaxed himself completely and let the head of the household do whatever he wanted.
The familiar exercise route, the family leader guided the Qi in Ouyang Feng's body, took a meal, and ran for a whole week before the family leader stopped.
At this time, Ouyang Feng was covered in sweat, and his entire clothes were soaked, as if he had been fished out of water.
It was not that he was scared, it was as if his body had been completely purified, and the sweat he excreted had a layer of oily black color.
Are there still impurities left in my own Qi?
For a long time, there was no sound in the "Shenhe Hall". Ouyang Feng was still thinking about the process just now, which was short but wonderful.
Every time I walked on the route, I felt so familiar, but I seemed to have no idea what was going on.
The head of the family didn't say anything, as if he intended to give Ouyang Feng time to comprehend, or maybe he also needed time to adjust his breathing after the brief operation just now.
"Haha, Feng'er, how do you feel now?"
"The head of the family has taken part in the fortune, and his grandson can never be as good as him. He seems to have been reborn."
Ouyang Feng stood on the futon, put his head on the ground, and bowed deeply.
He was not being polite this time, but was truly shocked.
Just now, the head of the family guided his true energy and circulated it in his body for a long time. The true energy that had not made an inch of progress for a long time had made significant progress.
In other words, with the same level of infuriating energy, the strength that he can exert now has increased by 20% based on the original level.
An increase of 20%! What is the concept of this?
You know, as early as more than 20 years ago, Ouyang Feng created the title of "Western Poison". As one of the "Five Experts" in the world, he was already at the level of an extremely master.
"It's a pity that although I have entered the realm of 'Xiantian' for many years and have been sitting here for twenty years, I have still been unable to create an Xiantian Kung Fu."
"In recent years, I have resorted to the next best thing and managed to improve this 'joint finger'. Its power has increased a lot, but unfortunately it is still acquired, or it can barely be regarded as 'half-step innate'."
"Take it, let's practice it hard. After you practice it, except for those old immortals, it shouldn't be easy to encounter opponents."
After saying that, a thin book flew out from behind the screen and landed squarely in front of Ouyang Feng.
"Your background determines that you cannot succeed the head of the family, nor can you act in the name of the 'Murong Family'."
"Soon, a new head of the family will be born. I hope you will assist him well in order to take care of family affairs. Don't be negligent."
"To compensate you, I will give you the position of great elder, and also send your son here to live in my courtyard for a year."
"Thanks to the family master, Ouyang Feng would rather be shattered into pieces, and he will definitely live up to the 'Murong Family' for the rest of his life, but if he violates it even slightly, he will not end up well in the face of danger."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng hurriedly stood up from the futon and respectfully kowtowed three times into the screen.
In fact, whether it is the head of the family or the hegemony, to "Western Poison", it is far less attractive than martial arts secrets.
To talk about a good name, he has always had a dream in his heart to be "number one in the world". Unfortunately, after working hard for so many years, he found that he was getting further and further away from this dream.
There are so many capable people in the world!
Not to mention others, the head of the family in front of him made Ouyang Feng unable to resist at all.
What's more, his old man just said that there are still a few "old and immortal" people.
"Do you have anything else to ask me?"
Seeing Ouyang Feng meditating there, the voice of the family head came again.
"Master, what should we do about that 'Dongxie' Huang Yaoshi?"
Ouyang Feng asked the question in his mind. In fact, he wanted to know more why the Murong family could control Huang Yaoshi?
It seems that there is absolutely no relationship between the two. It seems that there are still many things that I don't know.
"The boy named Huang was just an unintentional move by your grandmother back then. He was not even a chess piece. But I didn't expect that he would grow to this point today and even have a son-in-law who defies fate."
"However, your grandmother has passed away. This boy can barely be regarded as your grandmother's only descendant in this world. If he can cooperate with us obediently, let's keep him alive."
"I asked you to use your grandmother's name to lure him out and ask him to do three things for the 'Murong Family'. Unexpectedly, after doing one, he realized that your grandmother was someone else pretending to be someone else."
"This man has such a high level of intelligence that even you are no match for him. Fortunately, he has already been poisoned by two of your poisons, so there is no need to worry too much."
"These two poisons are also magical. Unless there is a special antidote, only an 'innate master' can resolve them."
"The bright left envoy of Mingjiao named Xiao Ju, I'm afraid his background is not simple. There might be an untouchable person hidden behind him. But what kind of person is there in the Western Regions?"
Seeing that the head of the family had already made up his mind, Ouyang Feng said nothing. If Huang Yaoshi could really stand on the same front as him, "Xi Du" would be very happy to welcome him.
Among the "Five Talents" of that year, he was the only one who was out of tune with the others, and only "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi could still speak a few words.
"I would like to report to the head of the family, this Xiao Ju has been at Guangmingding all year round, but his martial arts are extremely weird. They are not at all the way of the Central Plains martial arts. My grandson has never seen anyone use similar martial arts."
Hearing the head of the family mention Xiao Ju, Ouyang Feng hurriedly explained.
In particular, Ouyang Feng felt a chill down his back when he thought of the two poisons Xiao Ju sold him.
Fortunately, this person is not his enemy now, otherwise, he may not be able to deal with these two poisons if he is unprepared.
However, he didn't expect that Xiao Ju, who looked like an outsider, would be greedy for yellow and white things. This made Ouyang Feng very puzzled and somewhat despised.
"It's a pity that the amount of poison and antidote he gave was too small. It was only enough to deal with two or three people."
Ouyang Feng still felt a little regretful. Even if he added more chips, Xiao Ju would never let go.
"Isn't that worthless thing enough for you to deal with two or three people? How many people in the world are worth poisoning?"
"This person can be your friend or your enemy. If you have the opportunity, you can use him for your own use. You should first practice this improved 'Shenzhen Zhi' before going out to do things."
After saying this, the head of the family stopped talking.
Ouyang Feng bowed respectfully again, walked backwards out of the "Shenhe Hall", and gently closed the door.
No one saw the smile on Ouyang Feng's face after he walked out of the "Shenhe Hall". It was just a smile. After the smile, his face returned to full of loyalty.
The "Shenhe Hall" became quiet again, as if no one had ever come in in the first place.
Behind the screen, a series of coughing sounds could be heard.
"Hey, life and death are fateful. How about your innate state? So what if you live a hundred years? I can only support it for two more years at most, right?"
Ouyang Feng left, but he failed to see the head of the family behind the screen.
It was a skinny old man, dressed in silk clothes, with white beard and hair, sitting on a cloud bed similar to that of a monk.
Although he broke through the realm of innateness back then, he was inexplicably attacked by innateness.
Although his skills are still there, twenty years ago, he could no longer walk normally and had to sit here.
"Perhaps, now is the best opportunity for the Murong family, or it may be the last chance. It's a pity that I can't participate in person. Who among these juniors can take on the big responsibility?"
"Does it mean that my Murong family's centuries-old restoration of the country should really be shouldered by that girl?"
He is over one hundred and twenty years old, and he can no longer even move on his own, but he still sits in the position of the head of the family.
It's not that he is so greedy for this position, but that he really can't find a suitable successor to the family head.
His two sons have passed away before him, and the most outstanding person among his grandson's generation is actually Ouyang Feng, who has been raised outside all year round.
Although the other four grandsons named Murong are not playboys, they are all over fifty years old, and the ones with the highest martial arts skills are nothing more than ordinary first-rate masters.
Among the great-grandchildren, there was one who was smart and wise since he was a child, and had excellent bones. He had raised him by his side since he was eight years old, and he trained him personally, and also devoted a lot of resources of the Murong family.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He is only nineteen years old this year and has firmly entered the first-class realm, one year earlier than he was back then.
"Dragon City Sword Technique", "Dou Zhuan Xing Yuan", "Shenzhen Zhi" and other family-inherited secrets were all learned under his personal guidance.
Especially the "Shen He Zhi", it was the first time I taught it to my descendants after I improved it.
In just five years, "Shen He Finger" has been practiced to a small degree. The only difference is the heat and practical experience.
The only regret is that this extremely talented great-grandson is a woman.
"Guo Mo? 'King Yan'? Why is it 'King Yan'? Haha, I really want to meet this interesting little guy."
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"Ah sneeze——"
Guo Mo, who was riding on the yellow horse, sneezed three or four times in a row.
"Brother Mo, don't you have a cold?"
Huang Rong, who was standing next to her, saw Guo Mo's "awful" look and couldn't help but laugh.
Guo Mo was also a little puzzled. Although it was freezing and snowy, he had been protected from the cold and heat for a long time. He had not been sick for many years, so how could he get cold?
"How is this possible? With a body as strong as mine, there might be a beautiful woman somewhere talking about me."
Guo Mo also deliberately bent his arms, trying to make a gesture that showed he was strong.
It's a pity that he is not a tall-looking person to begin with, and he has no sense of beauty no matter how he poses.
Guo Mo said casually, but he didn't know that it was not a beautiful woman who was talking about her, but an old man who was thinking about her, an old man who was more than 120 years old.
"Let you think about beautiful women - make you think about beautiful women -"
Guo Mo's words immediately triggered a "storm" from Huang Rong.
Poor Guo Mo, a prodigy in martial arts, was beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back. He could only urge the yellow gelding and drive forward.
On this day, Guo Mo and Huang Rong arrived at Yinzhou City, which was regarded as entering the territory of Xixia.
It had been several days in a row without encountering a decent place, so the two of them had to make do with food, drink, and accommodation.
Yinzhou City was the first city entering Xixia from the west from the Kingdom of Jin.
The small town is not big, but it also has its own characteristics. Because it is located at the junction of Jin and Xia, the customs and customs are quite similar to those of Jin.
The two of them first found a decent inn to stay at, and asked the waiter to bring hot water for them to wash up before going to the lobby to dine.
In the northwest, the folk customs are strong and the only place to eat is in the lobby. Unlike in the Central Plains or Jiangnan, more people with status like to stay in private rooms.
When the two of them arrived at the lobby, most of the diners were already there, and it was difficult to find a table next to the window.
The wide long benches, the large wooden Eight Immortals table, the wooden floors and windows all show the simplicity and down-to-earth nature of the inn.
Even though the windows were wide open, there were four large fire pits burning in the four corners of the lobby for warmth.
Huang Rong, who was born in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, has a different feeling for these objects. Everything she looks at feels fresh.
Liquor is a famous local liquor. It is said that the earliest liquor in China was created by Xiliang Prefecture in Xixia. However, it was not called liquor at that time, but Shaojiu.
Guo Mo ordered a jar of soju for himself and a small jar of wine for Huang Rong.
When you arrive in Xixia, it would be unreasonable not to try the local wine.
The dishes were a bit uninteresting, so Guo Mo reluctantly chose four dishes: crispy chicken, hand-caught mutton, boiled beef and garlic-roasted Yellow River catfish.
Instead, it was the pancakes mixed with buckwheat noodles, which Guo Mo enjoyed for the first time.
Xixia is a political power established by the Dangxiang people. The only cooking options are barbecue and steaming. The Dangxiang people love wine, and can even be regarded as "alcoholic".
I like to sit around with a group of people I don’t know, drinking wine from a large bowl, and talking about state affairs.
Now in this lobby, there are several people talking loudly, speaking with a simple northwest accent, talking about the war between Mengxia and Xia.
Guo Mo and the other two were eating and listening to their discussions.
In fact, it’s not okay not to listen. The place is so big. Under the stimulation of alcohol, the other party’s voice is surprisingly loud and exciting.
Obviously they are all standing on the side of Xixia. Although as a common people, they are exploited by the government all day long, they can still share the same hatred when they encounter the invasion of foreign enemies.
From the other party's discussion, Guo Mo heard everyone's concerns about the situation in Mengxia, and was extremely unoptimistic about the future of Xixia.
This Yinzhou City is the easternmost city in Xixia.
The distribution of the cities in Xixia is very interesting. They are almost on the same horizontal line, arranged from east to west.
Yinzhou City is located to the west of Xixia, slightly north, and the closest Mongolian army is more than two hundred miles northeast.
The tough Xixia people did not show any fear.
Everyone was filled with indignation and threatened that as long as the Mongols dared to attack Yinzhou City, they would go to the top of the city to kill the enemy, even fighting in the streets to defend their homes.
"Brother Mo, these are such good people. Why do they have to endure the pain of war?"
Guo Mo didn't answer and didn't know how to answer.
"Brother, can I sit here?"
Suddenly, a young voice sounded from the opposite side.
Guo Mo saw a young man in his twenties, dressed as a young man, with a slightly sallow face, holding an antique sword in his hand, and two big bright eyes staring at Guo Mo and Huang Rong.
It turned out that while Guo Mo and the others were eating, the lobby was already full of people.
The two of them occupied a large Eight Immortals table. After placing four dishes and two jars of wine, half of the table was still free.
"Brother, please excuse me. You are away from home, so there is no need to be polite."
Guo Mo quickly stood up and said please.
The visitor also nodded slightly to thank him, and then sat opposite the two of them, placing the antique sword across the Eight Immortals table.
A waiter had already come over. He thanked Guo Mo first and then asked him what he wanted to order.
The visitor took a look at Guo Mo's food and drinks, and also ordered a crispy chicken and garlic-roasted Yellow River catfish, as well as a biscuit and a small jar of wine.
I asked for a lot of things, but I didn't eat much. I just took a few bites and stopped using my chopsticks.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I poured a bowl of wine and tasted it slowly, while my eyes were looking at Guo Mo and Huang Rong opposite.
"Brother, you two are not locals, right?"
The visitor asked about two people, but he always looked at Guo Mo.
"We are from Song Dynasty and come from Lin'an."
Guo Mo didn't hide anything and answered politely.
"Sure enough, this is a land of great power, with a lot of literary talents, and it is possible to have two such stunning people come out of it."
It was the first time for Guo Mo to be so praised by a stranger in front of his face, and he couldn't help but blush.
"How dare you praise me like this when you are a local? I wonder how you call me?"
Seeing the other party's sincerity, Guo Mo couldn't refuse him thousands of miles away.
Because the other party was a man and it was difficult for Huang Rong to answer, Guo Mo asked casually out of politeness.
"My little brother is just discussing things and expressing his feelings. I was born in Xixia, but in Xingqing Mansion. My surname is Murong, and my last name is Yan. You two are husband and wife, right? I don't know how to call them?"
"Murong Yan?"
Hearing this name, Guo Mo was slightly startled.
It's not that he knows this person, but he is familiar with the name.
It was a movie he had watched in his previous life, and the plot was purely fictitious. When he suddenly heard the name, a beautiful figure appeared in Guo Mo's mind.
That person who was once sought after by thousands of eating and drinking men and women in later generations, and was even known as the number one beauty in Chinese costumes, compared with the sallow-faced man in front of her.
Well, maybe it's just a coincidence.
"What? Do you know me, brother?"
The visitor couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that the other party was stunned when he just announced his name.
This is the first time he has traveled far in his life. No one should know him, not to mention that he gave a false name.
When I first arrived in Yinzhou City, I randomly found a restaurant to eat. I saw Guo Mo and Huang Rong's outstanding appearance, so I came up to chat with them.
"Oh, I don't know him. I just heard that Murong is a surname of Xianbei, and he was a member of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom. Suddenly I heard that my brother claimed to be surnamed Murong, and I couldn't help but be a little surprised. I hope you will forgive me for being rude."
So that was the case. Murong Yan listened to the other party’s explanation and found it reasonable.
Although the Yan Kingdom has been destroyed for hundreds of years, there should still be some memories among the learned people.
These two people came from the Song Dynasty and were also from Lin'an. Judging from their clothing and temperament, they naturally looked like people who were studying. Maybe they came to Xixia to travel.
It just came at the wrong time, Xixia was facing a disaster.
"There are thousands of descendants of Xianbei. Although Murong was the royal family back then, he has long been lost in the long river of history. I am just a commoner. I haven't reported my name yet?"
Murong Yan was chatting eloquently, but asked their names again.
"I'm Guo Mo, this is Huang Rong of Zhuo Jing. The two of us have admired the scenery of the northwest for a long time. We came here from the south of the Yangtze River to travel around. We just arrived in Yinzhou today."
Since they were strangers and they were far away in Xixia, Guo Mo felt that there was no need to lie, so he directly reported their real names.
"As expected, I came here to visit, but it's a pity that the season is wrong... Wait, he said his name is 'Guo Mo' and his wife's name is 'Huang Rong'?"
Murong Yan thought about it, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and she was stunned for a moment.
"Haha, why is it my brother's turn to be surprised this time? Could it be that he knows us?"
Guo Mo felt naughty when he saw the other party's expression, and even imitated the other party's tone and asked.
Murong Yan drank the wine in her glass unconsciously, stabilized her mind, and after thinking for a while, she decided that it would be better to tell the truth half-truly.
"I have indeed heard of the names of the two of you, but I am not sure if they are the two in the rumors. However, judging from the demeanor of the two of them, no matter how outstanding the Song Dynasty is, I don't think it will be such a coincidence that they can appear again.
Such a radiant couple, right?”
He was careless. It seemed that the other party really knew about the two of them. Guo Mo was also stunned and at a loss.
"Don't worry, I won't reveal Brother Guo's whereabouts. Just now, I was worried about the safety of the two of you walking in Xixia. After all, Xixia is in the middle of a war."
"Now that I know the identities of the two of you, there is no need to worry unfoundedly. I never thought that I, Murong Yan, could meet you two here. I am truly lucky. Come on, come on. I'd like to give you a drink."
Murong Yan experienced the initial surprise, but slowly returned to normal, and she was still a little excited inside.
It seems that I really did the right thing in escaping from marriage this time, otherwise how could I have met these two people.
As for whether these two are listed as the number one enemies by his family, that is not what he cares about.
Having been nurtured by his family for many years, he also knew that he should repay the family, but if he had to sacrifice his life-long happiness, that would be another matter.
Seeing how sincere the other party was, Guo Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the wine glass.
"Thank you, brother. I'll toast you with this cup."
He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, but was secretly kicked by Huang Rong under the table.
Just when Guo Mo felt confused, Huang Rong also picked up the wine glass.
"Since you are a local, we have to rely more on 'Master' Murong for matters in Xixia."
Huang Rong said with a smile, especially on the word "Master", she bit harder.
The atmosphere between the two parties suddenly became awkward, but Guo Mo didn't know what happened.
"Brother Murong, are you also going on a trip?"
When everyone was in silence, Guo Mo asked.
"Oh, the twin sisters in the family ran away from their marriage, and my younger brother was ordered to go out and find her."
Murong Yan accidentally told such a lie. After telling it, she secretly praised her own wit.
"I didn't expect Brother Murong to have a twin sister? I, Bucai, also have twin children, who are just over one year and four months old now."
Thinking of Guo Xiang and Guo Yi who were far away in "Peach Blossom Island", Guo Mo's heart was filled with tenderness.
"What a coincidence? I wonder what the name of Mr. Murong's twin sister is? Does he have the same charm as Mr. Murong?"
Huang Rong continued to ask from the side. There was inevitably a hint of extortion in her words, which puzzled Guo Mo.
"this..."
Murong Yan just said it casually, but she never thought that Huang Rong would want to get to the bottom of it.
"My sister's name has the same pronunciation as the next one, just different characters. Her name is 'Murong Yan'."
"Murong Yan?"
Guo Mo was surprised again, even more unbelievable than when he heard the name "Murong Yan" just now...