It was night in Qinghou Manor, and the first candle was lit in the old man's study for the first time in several years. The person sitting in the room was none other than Feng Jueyu.
Every time the servants and servants in the village passed by, they would stop and look at it for a while. It had been more than eight years, and Qinghou had not been in the village for more than eight years. That candle light brought back endless memories for the servants in the village.
In the study room, a thick stack of volumes was piled high on the table under the light. They all looked new. These volumes collected all the major events that had happened in Tiannan Green Forest and the world in the past few years. They were collected by the alliance.
The eyeliners were collected and sent to the old man's study one by one. Even if the old man did not appear for eight years, he still remained the same for ten years. This move represented Qinghouzhuang's loyalty to the old man.
In addition, there were all the detailed information related to the Black Armored Guards. Feng Jueyu looked through it boredly, and the more he read, the more interesting he found it.
There have been so many major events in Tiannan in the past eight years that I can't even count them all in three days and three nights...
At this time, Feng Jueyu was holding a volume in his hand and reading it with gusto...
"In the year 235 of the Southern Calendar, the old owner of Xilulin Wuyun Villa, Huangfu Fan, retired behind the scenes, and the power of the village was handed over to his adopted son, Hen Wuji."
"Hen Wuji, the adopted son of Huangfu Fan, the second head of the Xilvlin family, the former head of the Zhonghou Hall, has followed Huangfu Fan for twenty-two years, practiced Xuan Gong with the Earth Yin Vein Technique, Hanyou Bing Jin, and the martial arts Transformation Yin Sword, for several years
I had previously suspected that there was someone in the middle level of Tianwu who was a top master..."
"Tsk!" Feng Jueyu couldn't help but become happy after reading half of it. He flipped through several other collections and searched carefully. Huangfu Fanyi's family background was all recorded one by one.
"Huangfu Fan had a son and a daughter in his life, but they both died. The Huangfu family had no descendants, leaving only a daughter. He was the eldest son of the Jin family in Qinzhou. He doted on him and made him the hegemon of the three states. In addition, Huangfu Fan's most important thing is this
The adopted son hates Wuji. This person is extremely skilled and scheming. He has great prestige among the hall masters in the West Green Forest. He has the potential to replace Huangfufan."
After seeing Huangfu Fanyi's family background in Wuyun Villa, Feng Jueyu probably had an idea in his mind, but the Xuan Gong practice of Hen Wuji reminded him of something.
The ghostly presence in the study was none other than Gong Yang Yu who had arrived in the afternoon. When he heard Feng Jueyu talking to himself there, the old man pinched a handful of black hair on his chin and said with a twinkling look: "Hen Wuji, that's right.
he……"
"Is he the one who hurt you? You must know this person very well." Feng Jueyu asked with a smile.
Gongyang gritted his teeth when he mentioned it and hated Wuji. After many years, there was still a knot in his heart that he couldn't untie: "I can't say that I understand him, but I know a little bit about it. My Dry Bones Village used to be in the West Green Forest. I want to
At that time, he was also one of the top thieves in the group of thieves, sitting on the famous Dry Bones Mountain. The hateful Hen Wuji wanted to join the Dry Bones Village and join the West Green Forest. He approached me many times to discuss it, but I never agreed, so one night, Henwuji
Ji led his men to kill Dry Bones Stronghold, killing 212 members of my entire village, and bloodbathed Dry Bones Mountain. Only then did I know that the leader of Xilulin Zhonghou Hall turned out to be a master of the Tianwu Realm..."
It is not difficult to hear that Gongyang Yu's resentment towards Hen Wuji's tone is slightly undetectable. Presumably Gong Yang Yu didn't pay attention to him at all at the beginning. From this point of view, this Hen Wuji probably likes to hide himself.
That kind of person.
"You didn't know he was in the Tianwu realm before?"
Gongyang Yu closed his eyes, his mind filled with memories of the tragic scene when blood stained Dry Bone Mountain many years ago, and he said with hatred: "In the year of the Dry Bone Mountain accident, Huangfu Fanyi was still in charge of Xilulin, and he hated Wuji.
The master of Zhonghou Hall and the masters of all the halls in Xilulin are all in the Xuanwu realm. Once they reach the Tianwu realm, they will be promoted to elders, which is known to the world. I don’t want to hate that bastard Wuji for not even looking down on the position of elder, and always treating himself
It's very hidden. Not only that, I suspect that someone drugged the water of Dry Bones Village back then, which led to the destruction of the entire village."
Feng Jueyu nodded unequivocally: "Hen Wuji is a scheming person. He could obviously sit in the position of an elder but hid his strength to get where he is today. Huangfufan has no children and only one grandson.
, it’s not accidental that I hold him in high esteem, if I do the same.”
He casually deduced that Feng Jueyu had already memorized the person Xen Wuji deeply. Huangfu Fan of Xilvlin retreated behind the scenes. Xinwuji took it for granted that he would become the boss of Xilvlin and would contact him in the future.
The opportunity is indispensable, and Fengda Killer will naturally pay more attention to this person.
Huangfu Fan is old and closing the mountain. Hen Wuji took over the West Green Forest three years ago and has already matured. Therefore, the West Green Forest is almost in the hands of Hen Wuji. If Dong and West Green Forest were not in the right direction, Mr. Shangguan would have done it no matter what.
Only by giving orders can he secure his position as the leader of the West Green Forest.
Judging from the current situation, Feng Shao knew that he had to face more than just the cunning and cunning Huangfu Fanyi. He just hated Wuji and found it difficult to live in this life.
"Go back and ask Ma Chengyun about this person."
Feng Jueyu put down the collected case book, picked up another one, and said with a trembling smile: "The old man has been in the army all his life, and he is as shrewd as a man when he is old. These black-armored guards have chosen warriors of the Earth Yang Vein Technique.
, old man, how do you think it’s best to train them?”
Gongyang Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you asking me when you already know what I'm doing?"
"Give me some advice." Feng Jueyu chuckled, trying to adjust the atmosphere.
Gongyang Yudao: "A private army must look like a private army. Since the black armor is made, the good horses are matched, and the warriors of the Earth Yang Vein Method are chosen, Shangguan Lingyun must have paved the way for these people.
Well, didn’t you just hold a copy of Nine Dragons Spear Jue? This is the path these people will take in the future.”
"You have the same idea as me." Feng Jueyu was full of admiration. It should be said that the old man Gongyang is well-informed. This is how people become mature with age.
"The nine-way marksmanship is simple and direct, suitable for immediate combat. But what worries me now is that the thirty Taxue horses can penetrate the black armor and the black armored guards holding the black spears. After all, the combined weight of the black armored guards is nearly five
It’s a hundred pounds.”
The black-armored guards selected by Shangguan Lingyun were all about the same size and weighed close to two hundred. Plus the black armor and the black spear, five hundred kilograms was really not something that a good horse could carry.
When going into battle to kill the enemy, a good BMW horse is also a top priority. Feng Jueyu is now worried about whether the Snow-Taking Divine Horse can carry these people and become a powerful fighting force.
In fact, what Feng Jueyu has been most puzzled about since time travel is that the world seems to be different from what he imagined.
It’s just a matter of practicing martial arts for aristocratic families of all sizes. Every household prepares a private army, and each one dresses up as if he’s about to start an uprising. Should it be so formal?
There are private armies in every family, but their scales vary...
Just as he was thinking about it, Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun knocked on the door and came in. The male sheep disappeared in the corner at the right time.
Opening the door, Ma Chengyun walked into the room hurriedly and said anxiously: "Uncle, the black-armored guards are very tired. Do you want to let them rest for a while?"
"Have a rest?" Feng Jueyu looked at the sky with a look that said the matter had nothing to do with him: "It's not midnight yet, didn't we agree on seven hours?"
Wang Tong couldn't help it anymore. The training tasks given by Feng Jueyu were too heavy and he didn't have a good rest today. He would go and observe for a while from time to time. Then he found that when night fell, some of the black-armored guards began to feel a little tired.
But now, more than half of the thirty men have fallen down. Most of them are exhausted and exhausted, and some even fall into coma.
"Twenty-two of the thirty black-armored guards have already laid down. Twelve, Thirteen and the others have been watching, and no one has moved. Uncle, if you can, let's forget it for today."
The two of them knew that Feng Jueyu's training method was good for the future of the black-armored guards, but they also felt that this approach also contained some selfish motives for establishing power.
It seems too cruel to undergo such a heavy training task.
I don't know if Feng Jueyu was listening. After the two of them finished speaking, he showed a surprised expression, touched his chin with his fingers, and murmured to himself: "There are eight more, not bad, not bad, quite a few.
Since there are eight more, just stand."
After saying that, Feng Jueyu continued to look through the volume...
Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun sighed at the same time and stayed in the room speechless for a long time.
It is said that if a person has no faith, it will not be established, and if a general has no authority, it will be difficult to lead the army. This is the same truth. Feng Jueyu's strict order cannot be changed. If you say seven hours, it will be seven hours, unless everyone is paralyzed from exhaustion.
If you fall to the ground and cannot stand up, the order will not be withdrawn.
You two look at me, I look at you, I'm quite worried about those black armored guards...
After another half an hour, Yan Shisan ran back. As soon as he entered the room, he bowed and saluted, and then said with joy, "Young Master, I'm exhausted."
"All fell down?" Feng Jueyu raised his head, as if he had been looking forward to it for a long time.
Yan Shisan said excitedly: "Well, they all fell down. No one was pretending. They are all very tired..."
"That's great." Feng Jueyu patted the table and stood up, actually feeling a little gleeful about others' misfortune. Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun were speechless.
But at the next moment, they realized that what they had just seen was just the tip of the iceberg of Mr. Feng's dark side, not the whole story.
Feng Jueyu stood up, walked around from behind the table, and ordered with a cheerful look on his face: "Put the banquet on the table, and serve it with good wine and meat. Everyone has to feed me. Hehe, when you are full, stand up.
Well, I have to get rid of their bad temper..."
"Still standing?" Yan Shisan said in shock with a thick Dongzhou accent: "I'm exhausted..."
Unexpectedly, Killer Feng didn't take it seriously at all. He frowned and said, "Just go if you are told. What nonsense are you talking about."
"Okay, I'll be there soon, but sir, how can I eat when I'm so tired?" Boss Yan Shisan was confused. Anyway, if it were him, let alone eating, he would be tired even if he opened his mouth.
Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun also nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.
Feng Jueyu said confidently: "Go ahead, if you can afford it, you will definitely be able to afford it..."