I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

early morning.

Wang Sheng rode a tall horse and led the army into Jiangdu.

On both sides of the street, the people who heard that the captain had returned from suppressing bandits shouted Wang Sheng's name loudly. Many women in commoner clothes and fine hairpins mingled in the crowd, looking at their husbands in the array.

After marching less than a hundred meters, Wang Sheng saw his wife, got off his horse, and said to the officers behind him: "Disband on the spot and rest for three days. After three days, the military camp will gather and rewards will be given according to merit."

"Thank you Captain."

"Thank you, General."

The soldiers immediately cheered, and the officers still had to dismount. The soldiers without horses ran away and quickly came to one woman after another.

"Dao Zhang Lin, Dao Zhang Qin, Miss Xiao Wei, let me introduce to you. This is my wife, Pei Rong."

Wang Sheng came to his family with three people who were also holding horses, handed the reins to the servants at home, and put his arms around his wife.

"I've met Madam." The three of them took the initiative to greet her.

"You guys don't have to be polite." Pei Rong quickly returned the courtesy and looked at Wang Sheng.

"Let me introduce them to you." Wang Sheng smiled and introduced them one by one.

Pei Rong was not interested in the two Taoists, but was surprised by Xiao Wei's beauty.

This was the first time she saw someone more beautiful than herself. She didn't feel ashamed, but she felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

"Let's go home."

Wang Sheng did not see the worry in his wife's eyes, so he took the initiative to hold her hand and walked towards his mansion.

A blink of an eye.

Seven days later.

The woman with long hair shawl, wearing a set of exquisite black clothes, which highlighted her fair skin and delicate face, came to a room and knocked on the door gently: "Daozhang Qin, I made some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes." , do you want to have a taste?"

"No need." Qin Yao's voice soon came from the room.

Just like the previous times, it was still rejection.

Xiao Wei licked her dry lips, picked up the box, and left slowly.

In the corridor.

Pei Rong, who was wearing a long white dress, turned to look at her husband and said softly: "For four days in a row, Xiao Wei has been rejected four times."

Wang Sheng felt something strange in his heart. As for where the blame lies, he couldn't tell: "Taoist Qin is devoted to the Tao, but he probably doesn't have the love for his children in his heart."

Pei Rong said: "Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless, passionate people are always annoyed by ruthlessness. Brother Sheng, can I go and comfort Xiao Wei?"

"Go." Wang Sheng nodded and said, "I advise her to be more open-minded. All the generals in the Wang family's army like her. If she is interested, I can arrange a good marriage for her."

Although he would still be uncontrollably obsessed when he saw Xiao Wei's eyes, with Pei Rong by his side, he could already restrain his desire to look into Xiao Wei's eyes.

As a Confucian general, he understands that some desires need to be restrained, otherwise people will become slaves of desire, driven by desire to get more...

Exactly one month later.

Suddenly a north wind came, and snowflakes fell on the eaves along with the sunshine.

Uncle Jiu opened the window and quietly looked at the courtyard covered in snow. He saw the snowflakes reflecting the sunlight, the whiteness was dazzling, and his mind was in a trance, and his memory returned to the past.

He was already an adult when he said goodbye to his junior sisters and abandoned martial arts to follow Taoism. He was past the so-called best age for cultivation. After setting foot on Maoshan Mountain, no one was willing to accept him as a disciple, even if he knelt for three days and three nights in the heavy snow.

Even though he was already proficient in all his martial arts at that time, he still couldn't withstand the wind and cold and fell into the heavy snow.

He knew that Maoshan would not let people kneel and die in front of their mountain gate, so he had no fear of death.

The result was not what he expected. When he woke up again, he found that he had arrived at Maoshan's house.

At that time, in order to show his sincerity, he dragged his sick body and knelt down in front of Yuanfu Palace, praying for a chance, just one chance.

However, no one was willing to accept him as his disciple.

The people of Maoshan would not allow him to die here, nor would they put him in the gate just because they pitied him.

No one wants to accept trouble that is destined to be unrewarded.

Until that day, a Taoist came with a sword. When passing by him, he asked a question.

The Taoist asked: Why do you practice Taoism?

He said: I want the right to choose.

He practices martial arts and cannot change his destiny.

You can't live the life you want by revising your essays.

He has never had the right to choose his life.

In life, there were too many things he couldn't control, too many regrets and sorrows. He didn't want to accept this fate, so he tried to resist.

Because of this answer, the Taoist included it in the door wall and gave him the opportunity he had dreamed of.

And this Taoist was the most amazing swordsman in Maoshan at that time. His original name was Hong Yuanjing, but he later changed his name to Hong Shentong.

He is the youngest Celestial Master in Maoshan.

It is the rising sun in Maoshan.

Because of his existence, no one, no matter inside or outside, dares to look down on himself, who seems to be worthless.

It was also under his protection that I lived the most comfortable days in my life.

However, what Uncle Jiu never expected was that the existence that looked like the sky in his eyes would suddenly collapse one day.

And he himself is not even qualified to investigate the truth!

"Luofu Sect."

Silently clenching his fists, nails digging into his flesh, Uncle Jiu muttered to himself.

years ago.

When he was promoted to Night Travel God, he once asked the old master how his master died.

Who died at the hands of someone?

What role does Luofu Sect play in this?

At that time, the old leader still didn't reveal anything, obviously he was afraid of certain existences.

Some existences are no less than Maoshan!

He buried it all in his heart, carrying a mountain of pressure on his shoulders.

Therefore, after gaining tens of thousands of virtues in a short period of time, he lost his composure and couldn't wait to drag Qin Yao to continue reincarnation.

The light of hope is therefore a little brighter...

After a while, Uncle Jiu pushed the door open and walked out of the room. He used his hands to gather the wind and snow, and controlled the snowflakes with his spiritual thoughts. They condensed into a heroic swordsman holding a long sword, sitting in front of him.

"Master, please wait for me..." Reaching out to hold Snowman's palm, Uncle Jiu murmured: "This disciple will soon be promoted to Heavenly Master."

Not far away, in the wind and snow.

Qin Yao spread his hands to catch the falling snowflakes and quietly watched the figures in the courtyard.

"Luofu Sect?"

"Taoist Master Qin, I made a pot of heart-warming tea. Would you like to have a cup?"

At this time, Xiao Wei, dressed in black, came over with a maid and asked with a smile.

"boom."

Qin Yao was about to answer when a figure suddenly fell from the sky and fell onto the snow in the courtyard. His blood melted the surrounding snowflakes.

Wang Sheng quickly led people over, and a nurse walked out from behind him, leaned over the bloody body, and said in shock: "Brother Yong?!!"