After thinking about it, he couldn't let Yang Hong take it easy. Fang Yun found a maid and ordered: "Xiaomei, go and prepare a congratulatory note for me!"
"Congratulations?" The pretty girl named Xiaomei blinked and said with a puzzled look on her face: "Who do you want to congratulate, young master?"
"Prince Shaobao Yang Hong."
"Ah?!" Xiaomei exclaimed and quickly covered her mouth.
"Go." Fang Yun waved his hand and said with a smile.
Returning to the study, Fang Yun polished the ink with his own hands, edited a letter, and stuffed it into a red congratulatory post. On the cover, he wrote: "Scholar Fang Yun, congratulations to Shaobao Yang Hong, changed to "suspension", "suspension" for the time being.
"Female Marquis".
"Go and deliver this letter to the Yingwu Marquis Mansion."
…
Yingwuhou Mansion is still grand, but much deserted.
"This is what our young master gave to Mr. Shaobao."
A well-behaved young man in black stood at the door and said.
"Master? What master?"
Behind the gate, a slightly stout middle-aged scribe came out. He had three strands of black beard and was wearing black Confucian clothes. He looked a little short and fat.
This person was the counselor sent to Dali Temple by Yang Hong, the Marquis of Yingwu, on the second day of the three halls' joint trial.
Marquis Yingwu's status was respected, and he didn't care which young master he belonged to. The middle-aged counselor was just about to dismiss the young man in black, when he suddenly glanced around and caught a glimpse of a line of words on the cover of the congratulatory card.
"Fang Yun?!" Upon seeing this name, the middle-aged counselor's eyelids immediately jumped.
Anyone in Shangjing City can send gifts to the Yingwu Marquis Mansion, but the Sifang Marquis cannot.
"Young Master..." The middle-aged counselor was about to ask, but when he looked up, the young man in black had already run away.
"This son, Fang Yun, almost caused your lord to lose his title. At this time, sending a congratulatory note must have bad intentions."
The counselor held this congratulatory card in his hand, his eyes flashed, and he was about to throw the congratulatory card away immediately.
"Bring it here, I already know it." The voice of Marquis Yingwu came from the depths of the Marquis Mansion. For a strong martial artist like Marquis Yingwu, no movement inside or outside the Marquis Mansion could be hidden from him.
"Yes, sir!" The middle-aged counselor hesitated for a moment, turned around, grabbed the congratulatory note, and walked into Yang Hong's study.
"let it go."
Yang Hong pointed his right index finger in front of him and said. In the dark study room, Yang Hong's face looked pale, but at least there was blood. The Emperor's imperial edict has been transmitted to the Yingwu Marquis Mansion. The decision to change the reduction to a slowdown,
This somewhat made Yang Hong breathe a sigh of relief.
The counselor put down the congratulatory note, thought about it, and said with some worry:
"Sir, not long after the imperial edict was read out, Fang Yun sent a congratulatory note. I'm afraid he has ill intentions."
"How could I not see what he was thinking? He just wanted to take the opportunity to ridicule me. What other intentions could he have?"
Yang Hong said calmly, not caring. In front of this confidant, he opened the greeting card.
"Sir, should I avoid it?"
"No need," Yang Hong waved his hand and casually opened the letter inside the greeting card. On one side of the letter, there were small characters on the rope, and on the other side, there was a painting. In a concise way, it showed a sandbox battle between two people.
map.
"He finally couldn't get on the stage. He thought he could anger me by getting a map."
Yang Hong calmly grabbed the letter, glanced at it, and then threw it in front of the counselor in front of him.
The middle-aged counselor glanced at Yang Hong secretly, and saw that Yang Hong looked majestic and magnificent. He was still the prince Shaobao who he remembered, but his expression remained unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain.
"Your Excellency is wise, but my subordinates are too worried."
The middle-aged counselor said with sincere admiration. To be honest, the identity difference between the two people is too big. After all, the sand table deduction means nothing. If he really goes to the battlefield, with the shocking martial arts cultivation of Prince Shaobao, he can directly swarm the army.
He took Fang Yun's head.
No matter how many strategies and tactics Fang Yun had, they were still nothing compared to the Eighteenth Strategy of Recruitment to Capture the Thief and Capture the King.
"Sir, the second son of the Fang family has humiliated you in front of so many people this time. Should we find a way to kill him?"
The middle-aged counselor suddenly suggested.
"Fang Yun can only talk about it, but it won't make a difference. - If necessary, find an opportunity to kill him!"
Yang Hong looked calm, thought for a moment, and said.
"Yes, sir. I will find a way to do this."
"Well, go ahead." Yang Hong waved his hand, and the middle-aged counselor immediately withdrew.
"Yes, sir."
The middle-aged counselor slowly exited the room, closed the door, turned around and left.
"puff!"
The middle-aged counselor just turned around and left. In the study, Yang Hong couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. His face, which had regained a little color, became pale and bloodless again. Any congratulatory note sent by anyone, no matter how clever it is.
He can also be indifferent to sarcasm.
Only the congratulatory note sent by Fang Yun made him unable to remain indifferent. He, Yang Hong, was so talented that he never put anyone in his eyes. Unexpectedly, he was defeated by a Fang who was far inferior to him in martial arts.
Cloud in hand.
Nothing made him feel more humiliated than this.
Oh, Yang Hong grabbed the congratulatory note sent by Fang Yun and tore it into pieces. Veins popped up in his palms, trembling with anger.
"Fang Yun!——"
Yang Hong let out a roar filled with murderous intent from the bottom of his heart.
boom!
Suddenly, a purple cloud appeared in Yang Hong's study. The purple cloud exploded, and a majestic voice came from the purple cloud:
"Yang Hong."
Hearing this voice, Yang Hong's mind went cold and he immediately woke up.
"Weak minister, please see His Majesty the Human Emperor."
Yang Hong suppressed all the emotions in his heart, pushed away the chair, and knelt down in the study.
"Do you know why I gave you the Emperor's chariot?"
The Human Emperor's voice was loud and powerful, carrying an aura of heavenly pressure. Yang Hong's aura was already powerful enough, but in front of the Human Emperor, it was still like a candle that could be extinguished at any time.
"Your Majesty gave me the Heavenly Emperor's chariot, which is the gift of Wei Chen! Wei Chen didn't think much about it," Yang Hong said respectfully.
"I gave you the Heavenly Emperor's chariot because I hope you will patrol hunting on my behalf and protect the Great Zhou Dynasty. I don't want you to be obsessed with Fang Yun, a scholar. - I am very disappointed in you!"
Yang Hong's body trembled, and a burst of cold sweat broke out all over his body. After being stunned for a while, Yang Hong suddenly leaned down and said, "Yang Hong is wrong, please punish me!"
"You have just reached the celestial level, and your state of mind is unstable. I will punish you by sinking into the center of the earth and facing the wall for half a year!"
As soon as the voice fell, a huge purple hand suddenly appeared from the purple cloud. This giant hand went down and immediately covered Yang Hong's whole body.
"Crack!"
The void around Yang Hong fluctuated, and in the blink of an eye, the space within four feet around him suddenly froze and turned into an exquisite ice room.
"I will give you half a year of meditation. When will you break out of the wall? When will I make you the Marquis of Yingwu?"
As soon as the Human Emperor's voice fell, his giant purple hand smacked down. The ground around Yang Hong suddenly turned into water waves, swaying layer by layer. This exquisite ice room immediately sank into the ground, reaching to the dark underground tens of thousands of feet away.
After doing this, the purple clouds dispersed. Yang Hong's study was intact as before, with no signs of damage.
"Wei Chen, take the edict!"
In the underground cave tens of thousands of feet away, Yang Hong sat cross-legged with his knees closed, his eyelids blinking, a ray of cold light flashed through the darkness, and finally it returned to darkness and calm.
…
Sifanghou Mansion.
After Fang Yun sent the congratulatory note to Yingwuhou's mansion, he ignored it.
"The Great Zhou Dynasty relied on force to establish the country, and Yang Hong's martial arts are better than mine. Therefore, he is more valued than me. Intelligence is vain if it is not supported by force. I must practice martial arts hard!"
In the art of war, it is said that the upper party attacks the strategy, and the lower party fights the troops. When the upper party cannot work, it is the time when the lower party is rampant. In any era and in any field, strong force is indispensable.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, his mind sank into his Dantian, and drove the Heaven and Earth Universal Bell again. Hearing only a buzzing sound, ten floating scrolls appeared in the void again. Fang Yun incorporated all his internal energy into the Heaven and Earth Universal Bell, and then
Spitting back to Dantian. After being tempered by the Heaven and Earth Ten Thousand Transformations Bell, Fang Yun's internal energy was obviously condensed and refined.
"drink!"
After a while, Fang Yun suddenly exhaled and stretched out his right palm. The internal energy in his Dantian surged, and these pale yellow internal forces immediately condensed into inscriptions one after another, and spat out from Fang Yun's palm. The inscriptions were close to the palm of his hand, suspended in motion.
.
When the thirty-sixth tadpole-like inscription appeared, another complex formation pattern appeared. Fang Yun grabbed it with five fingers, and this exquisite formation pattern immediately formed a second golden talisman and sank into the square.
Cloud palm.
Condensing the second talisman, thin beads of sweat immediately appeared on Fang Yun's forehead. This second talisman required half as many inscriptions as the first one. In other words, it consumed enough infuriating energy.
More than half.
If Fang Yun hadn't discovered the role of the Heaven and Earth Ten Thousand Transformations Bell in tempering the true energy, I'm afraid I don't know when the second talisman would be able to be condensed.
"The golden big handprint on this first pattern requires a total of twelve formations, and each formation is turned into a talisman. The first formation requires twenty-four talismans, and the second formation requires thirty-six.
The third path is forty-eight... The internal energy consumption is so great, I don’t know when I will be able to complete this big hand seal!"
Thinking about the huge internal force required for this big hand seal, Fang Yun couldn't help but secretly feel numb. It was so difficult to practice the second talisman just now. To practice to the twelfth one, wouldn't it be scary to death!
But there is a worry, and there is also a joy. People who practice martial arts know that the more difficult the technique is to practice, the more powerful it will be after it is practiced. This big mudra is only the second talisman and it is so difficult to practice. After it is difficult to practice, the power will be
It is estimated to be extremely amazing.
Fang Yun practiced cross-legged for a while, replenishing the internal energy he had consumed. Then he opened the book and looked at it. This booklet was obtained from Wei Yan. The green cover had no name. It was obviously
A manuscript that records several techniques of the Tianxie Sect.
On the way from the Bahrain mine to the capital city, Fang Yun only glanced through it in a hurry without taking a closer look.
"Huh? Qi-gazing method!"
Fang Yun turned to the last page and when he saw the last technique, he couldn't help but look carefully.
"All things in the world are born according to the luck of Qi. If you have poor Qi, you will be poor, sick and miserable, and you will live a mediocre life. If you have good Qi, you will be born in a prince's family, and you will either be rich or noble!"
The first line of this Qi-gazing method attracted Fang Yun's attention.