The Fan family continued to expand the several huts where he lived back then, and now it has become this manor.
Before he came back, the house was completely cleaned and repaired.
It's a pity that those huts, no matter how they are repaired, cannot survive nearly a thousand years, leaving only a dilapidated foundation.
Fan Zhenguo and Sloppy Old Hu lived here on their way back to their hometown. Sloppy Old Hu suggested "walking slowly" and taking in the scenery along the way to nourish your mind.
Fan Zhenguo did not doubt that he was there, and it took him more than ten days to return to Xihe County. He regretted it on the first day he left the capital.
The two had originally agreed to walk and ride. For a strong man in Zhenguo, the distance of thousands of miles was only three or two steps a day, a distance that could be covered in ten days.
But on the first day, they passed through a deserted area, and Sloppy Old Hu rushed in and forcibly subdued a seventh-level desolate beast, the "Dragon-Horned Demonic Ox."
This giant beast is eighteen feet long, ten feet high, and four feet wide... The reason why I want to emphasize the width is because the sloppy old Hu used this dragon-horned demon cow as a mount and caught up with Guandao.
The general's road was crowded.
Whether they are ordinary pedestrians, caravans, or court servants, if they encounter them, they can only go around the wasteland next to the road.
With such a huge creature, everyone dared not speak out about it.
That's all. When he met a pretty female cultivator on the road, the sloppy old Hu shouted from his mount with a smile: "Fairy, do you want to go together? I am the ruler of this world."
Fan Zhenguo's thousands of years of mental cultivation have become a little unstable. How majestic is a strong man who can rule the country? I'm not letting you use it to forcefully pick up girls!
He stopped him coldly, and the sloppy old Hu said confidently: "Before I left the capital, I had already spent all my family wealth and dismissed the female cultivators in my house.
When I went to Xihe County, you didn't allow me to touch your Fan family members. If I didn't prepare in advance and hooked up with some good female nuns on the way, could I go to Xihe County and have to endure the same hardships as you?"
Fan Zhenguo was speechless. But the sloppy old Hu's rough approach had no effect, because no female cultivator believed that there was such a strong Zhenguo man in the world who had no self-respect or self-love.
After three days, the sloppy old Hu became even more aggressive, using words to flirt and the aura of a strong man to suppress the country. So when he used it for the first time, he became a terrible "**" in the eyes of the female cultivators.
The female cultivator wept and fell to her knees.
The sloppy old Hu was so bored that he urged the dragon-horned demon cow to flee.
Fan Zhenguo looked at each other sideways and asked, "Why are you running?"
Sloppy old Hu said helplessly: "I still want to lose face..."
"Is this true?"
Sloppy old Hu's veins popped out: "I'll just pretend that you haven't said this, and we can still be friends." He moved closer to Fan Zhenguo with a flirtatious look: "Old Fan, to be honest, your family
Those juniors really can't strike... no, strike?"
The corners of Fan Zhenguo's eyes twitched like flying swords, and he sneered: "Yes, but you must marry the matchmaker, and meet me with the courtesy of a junior in the future.
Now these children are all the grandsons of my grandsons... In other words, I am your grandfather."
Sloppy old Hu thought about it seriously and asked, "Then can we make peace with each other in the future?"
The corners of Fan Zhenguo's eyes twitched again, and he said dissatisfiedly: "First of all, don't play tricks with me, I am also a person who has read books.
Secondly, it is inconvenient to be without backup, I am still your grandfather!"
The sloppy old Hu was dissatisfied: "I haven't done anything to you juniors of the Fan family, but you have taken advantage of me twice." He gave up his thoughts of eating on the sidelines, and used all his strength and countless dirty tricks along the way.
, when he arrived in Xihe County, he was already accompanied by seven or eight beautiful female nuns.
Recalling his experiences along the way, Fan Zhenguo felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his life...
Now, news came from the capital, and the two of them had a change of heart. The people accompanying them retreated, and the powerful people in charge of the country had important matters to discuss.
"How do you feel?" Sloppy Old Hu asked, and Fan Zhenguo asked him back: "You were only forced to stay in Longyi Guard because of a bet, why are you so concerned about this matter?"
Sloppy old Hu leaned on the soft chair, snorted comfortably, and said: "Xiao Zhen is a good person, it would be best if we could rescue him.
In addition... Long Yiwei's first-grade enshrinement is so majestic, and countless female cultivators have come to their door, which is much easier than me forcibly seducing people by using my identity as a powerful person in the country..."
Fan Zhenguo curled his lips and was too lazy to have an "in-depth" discussion with him on this issue. He just wanted to confirm that the sloppy old Hu really intended to stay in Longyiwei.
"Song Zheng was able to turn defeat into victory in such a desperate situation, and at least he was in a 'counter-offensive' situation, which has far exceeded my expectations." Fan Zhenguo said: "Originally, I planned to completely cut off contact with Long Yiwei.
I have made some arrangements, and the relationship between me and Long Yiwei is now based on the friendship between me and Xiao Zhen."
The sloppy old Hu was obviously aware of it and was not surprised to hear this. He just drank the wine indifferently.
"But now it seems that Song Zheng is worth looking forward to. I am a little hesitant about whether to do something."
The sloppy old Hu said: "You are really a mother-in-law. You don't look like a sword user at all."
Fan Zhenguo glanced at him and said: "I am a senior man, so naturally I have to be more cautious. One wrong step can lead to the end of the road!"
At their level, nothing can compare to the Great Dao.
Sloppy old Hu sat up and said: "Have you ever thought that if the two of us join together, Long Yiwei will immediately become the strongest force.
You wanted to test Song Zheng before, but now he should have shown enough ability.
He looks arrogant, but secretly he is meticulous. He looks young, but he is extremely mature. He looks reckless, but he takes retreat as a way to advance."
Fan Zhenguo shook his head: "If the two of us join, it will only make the situation more complicated." He said: "Huang Tian established the holy religion, and there is more than one Zhenguo!"
Sloppy old Hu was surprised: "Seriously?"
"It's just that their holy leader cannot take action easily due to some unknown reasons. And according to the information that Mr. Xiao and I have obtained before, the Queen Mother holds a secret method that was temporarily promoted to a senior level. However, it is said that this secret method will seriously harm Tianhe.
, the cost is huge.”
The sloppy old Hu said: "Are you worried that if the two of us join, the Queen Mother will be pushed into a panic and use the secret method at all costs?"
Fan Zhenguo nodded: "Huang Tian has been preparing to establish the Holy Cult for so many years. How can Huang Yuanhe stop them? We are in the wild and are a kind of containment. We will not force the Queen Mother to jump over the wall."
Sloppy old Hu’s eyes became blurry: “That’s a bitch too…”
Fan Zhenguo was helpless and knocked on the table: "Let's talk about business!"
The sloppy old Hu quickly regained his composure and said, "Go on. But the Queen Mother is much younger than me. If you can try the taste of Mother Yitianxia..."
Boom!
Fan Zhenguo grabbed the wine bottle and threw it at it, furious.
The sloppy old Hu ducked away and straightened his clothes: "Okay, don't think about it anymore, just go on."
Fan Zhenguo suppressed his anger and expressed his decision: "We will pay attention secretly, and if there is nothing we can do at the end, we will help him. But before that, Song Zheng can only rely on himself!"
Sloppy old Hu sighed: "Okay, I'm afraid Song Zheng may not be able to understand our hard work."
…
Song Erzheng, no, it was Zhou Sheng. He recently gave Song Zheng an idea, which was the way he deduced for Song Zheng to improve.
But even Song Erzheng Zhou Sheng could only help him deduce the step from the middle stage of Xuantong realm to the late stage. The ways of cultivation are ever-changing. As the saying goes, "there are three thousand avenues", but in this world, there are more than three thousand avenues?
How Song Zheng was promoted from the late stage to the peak can only be further deduced by Zhou Sheng when he really advanced to the late stage. Song Zheng will definitely be the fastest and gain the most if he practices according to his deduction.
As for going from the peak to the state, Zhou Sheng could not help. This was a natural chasm and Song Zheng could only cross it by himself.
The dispute between Long Yiwei and Suwei in the court was still going on. Shang Yunguang had a few "running dogs" under his sect. The daily court meetings were no longer about quarreling with the Confucian scholars, but finally there were a few supportive voices.
And the Longyi Guards are launching a campaign throughout Hongwu to search for "spies" from various countries. If they really want to do this, the real spies from various countries will be very distressed, and they will be caught one by one.
Then, following the hints given by Long Yiwei's interrogation of the captains, he randomly bit the officials of the Suwei line.
In terms of cultivation, Shentu's ghost talent is not inferior to Song Zheng's. Without Zhou Sheng, it would not be easy for Song Zheng to defeat him. But if it comes to commanding the Suwei and secretly fighting with Longyiwei, he is not Song Zheng's in any case.
opponent.
This is not only because of Song Zheng, but also because of the strength of Long Yiwei itself. The long-established secret espionage organization has not been given in vain, and the entire Suwei team is no match for them.
The ghost Shen Tu reported to his master and the Holy Mother, and had to make a painful decision. He would shrink the guards and try to avoid a head-on conflict with the Long Yi Guards for at least three months.
Because every time there is a conflict, the guards will lose part of it.
Suwei is the true foundation of Huang Tianli's holy religion. If it continues to be damaged like this, the holy leader and the Holy Mother will feel very distressed.
Ghost Shentu didn't know how long he could continue to serve as the commander of the guards. He had already seen a coldness in the eyes of the Holy Mother, a coldness that could shut him down.
So in the past few months, Song Zheng rarely had free time to concentrate on his own realm and practice.
He passed on the order, and countless precious treasures were continuously sent to the capital from all over the country and entered the Star Reaching Tower.
As expected, Lin Zhengu got a courtyard in the Star Reaching Tower. It was quite large and had extremely high standards. On the day he moved in, a group of unconvinced old monsters came over to kick the tires.
A few hours later, they left in despair. Instead, the masters of craftsmanship in the Star-Zhaing Tower became strangers to Lin Zhengu and became sympathetic to each other.