Nangong Lu's eyes shone with envy: "Of course, being promoted from an ordinary palace guard to a one-star palace guard is definitely one of the best among the palace guards! Many people can't do it in their lifetime."
"No wonder that guy is so humiliating." Yang Huang said coldly.
Nangong Lu helplessly shook his head: "What can I do? Who calls people with the surname Hua? From now on, when you meet someone with the surname Hua, do whatever they want you to do, and don't say anything!"
"Just like just now, if he asked me to wipe it, it was considered good. If he asked me to lick it with my tongue, I would have to lick it too..."
"Hmph!" Yang Huang couldn't help snorting from his nostrils.
Even though he knows that people have to be resilient in adversity, he will never tolerate such an insult again.
"Ying'er, I know you feel aggrieved. But this is not a semi-immortal world. If you don't want to be angry with others, you have to work harder on your own. If you can become a palace guard, at least many people will not be able to and will not dare to bully you anymore.
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Nangong Lu's eyes flashed with longing: "This way your Grandpa Zeng and I can benefit from you. Alas, I have no ability and no hope!"
"Uncle, don't worry, I will work hard!" Yang Huang said through gritted teeth.
While the two were talking, they had already reached the second door.
Compared with the first level, this door was slightly smaller. There were also samurai guarding the door, and the atmosphere was tense. Fortunately, the guards did not check their badges and let them in after a brief interrogation.
"Strange, why is the mansion so tightly guarded?" Yang Huang asked curiously.
Nangong Lu shook his head: "We are not being forced by the Pi family, but our Hua family is really scared by them!"
From Nangong Lu's words, Yang Huang learned that Pifu was also one of the famous mansions, and it was the feud of Huafu. It was a close neighbor of the Huaqing Mountains and the overlord of Piyang Peak Forest.
For hundreds of years, Washington and the Pifu have been at war with each other. In the past decade or two, the relationship between the two sides has continued to be tense, with conflicts breaking out almost every few months. Once, the Pifu even organized an elite force to raid Washington.
Although that raid was successfully put out by Washington, the price was too high. From then on, Washington's nerves were tightened, and strict precautions were taken to avoid being caught off guard again.
While they were talking, a person in front suddenly came in a hurry. Seeing Yang Huang and the others, he was overjoyed and waved.
Hand: "Great, how did you get in?"
"It was Mr. Hua Tian who asked us to come in. Dad, why did you stay there for so long? What happened to your face..." Nangong Lu looked at his father in confusion. Yang Huang was also stunned and noticed that the left side of Nangong Jiu's cheek was swollen.
There was frustration in his eyebrows.
"It's okay. We came back late. Many things were left behind. Hua Chi gave us a warning."
Nangong Jiu touched his swollen face covertly and forced a smile: "However, Manager Hua Chi still showed mercy and gave me a handwritten note allowing Ying'er to come in, and he also agreed to give Ying'er an errand to do."
"Really? What kind of errand?" Nangong Lu said excitedly.
Nangongjiu glanced at Yang Huang, hesitated for a moment and then said: "I'm in the Liuma barn, responsible for the daily cleaning of Liufeng's horse utensils..." At this point, he seemed to be unable to bear to continue.
No wonder, in his opinion, such an errand would be an insult to someone like Yang Huang who was accustomed to being a young sect leader.
Nangong Lu also looked at Yang Huang hesitantly. Why didn't he understand his father's worries?
Yang Huang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Grandpa Zeng, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's already great that I have an errand to do when I first come here. It's not too late for me to be happy! I should thank the manager of Hua Chi when I get the chance."
Nangong Jiu couldn't help but smile: "Very good! That's right!" In the huge Washington DC and even Huaqing Town, there was no real horse, and all the horses used to pull the carriage were Liufeng horse tools.
Of course, these horses do not need stables, but in order to facilitate management, the Washington government built a huge warehouse in a remote place on the east side of the mansion gate to store Liufeng horse equipment.
There were three to four hundred horses inside, and next to the warehouse was a vast open space with hundreds of cars parked on it.
The man in charge of these fashionable horses and carriages, whose surname was Cao and whose name was He, was a rigid and stern old man. Many people called him Cao Tou.
There are more than 20 people under him, who are responsible for the management and daily maintenance of horse equipment. Among these people, Yang Huang's job is the most humble and the most difficult.
Washington is so big, there are many places where Liufeng horse tools are used, so horse tools come in and out of the warehouse frequently.
As a result, Yang Huang had to wet the rag all day long and clean the horse utensils that were returned and covered with dust.
Moreover, it must be washed spotlessly, otherwise not only Cao Tou will cause trouble for him, even those who use horse equipment will complain that the horse equipment is not tidy enough.
Huafu is the overlord of the Huaqing Mountains, and everything is about pomp and face. Even the horse equipment must be clean and tidy when going out, so as to fit the image of the government. Therefore, although the things you do are simple, the relationship is important.
Fortunately, Yang Huang's Yuan Jin cultivation was sufficient, and he also combined the matter of wiping horse implements with the practice of Silkworm Yin Magic, wiping, wiping and washing, and every movement was experienced and practiced in secret.
But how many people in the barn know what they are doing? In their eyes, this new guy is very hard-working, and they are a fool who can pass the work to him.
Therefore, many people would just push it to Yang Huang if they could handle it. He didn't care about accepting everything, anyway, he still had to go a long way to master the Silkworm Art.
This kind of "diligence" also has benefits. For example, Cao Tou, who is always stern to everyone, is surprisingly kind to Yang Huang, because he hopes that everyone under him can be as hard-working and uncomplaining as Yang Huang, so that he can save money.
A lot of trouble.
In addition to practicing, Yang Huang also took this opportunity to figure out many things.
For example, how does the Liufeng horse move?
This horse-centered weapon seems to be of the same origin as the Kaitian Huawu Sacred Artifact in Piaomiao Palace. Not only is the material the same, but the principle seems to be the same.
There is a small hatch on the belly of each Liufeng horse. After opening it, you can find that its belly is actually hollow, with a large hole into which a black substance can be placed.
It is said that this black thing, called the "Vulcan Stone", will release huge heat when placed in the special space in the horse's belly, which can be absorbed by the Liufeng Horse. This is how the Liufeng Horse gains strength.
However, the Liufeng horse weapon cannot be controlled by just anyone. One must practice a "horse control technique" to be able to control it.
Therefore, if you want to be a groom in Washington, you must first have good cultivation skills.
After several days of observation, Yang Huang had to sigh, the world of martial arts is the world of martial arts, and here is an ordinary palace guard with a higher level of cultivation than the master of Daozhong Sect.
Because no matter how high the sect master's cultivation level is, his Yuan Ti level will only stay in the semi-martial realm.