The strongest urban comprehension

Beijing, the capital of China, is a city with a long history. It embodies the essence of thousands of years of Chinese civilization. It has a splendid culture, a long history, and rich historical sites. Its cultural connotation is broad and profound, and its cultural phenomena are colorful. It is like a rich city.

The treasures are endless.

In the early morning, in a courtyard far away from the city, winter has entered. The winter jujube trees in the courtyard are full of fruits, which will soon be sweet.

An old man with gray hair and simple clothes stood under the tree and looked at Dongzao in a daze, the years leaving heavy traces on his face.

The warm sun shines on the courtyard, which is indescribably comfortable. There is a cup of freshly brewed tea on the stone platform under the tree, which is still steaming.

At this time, the courtyard door opened and a middle-aged man walked in. He respectfully saluted the old man with a military salute.

"How's the check going?" the old man asked without looking back.

"Chief, this is all the information that can be received so far." The middle-aged soldier respectfully handed over a document marked as top secret. The golden branches and leaves on his shoulders and the two gold stars sparkled in the early morning sun. It was impressive.

A lieutenant general!

The old man took the document and opened it slowly, reading it carefully word by word. After a while, he understood all the information in his mind.

"That's all?" The old man closed the document in disappointment.

"Yes, that's all." The lieutenant general said respectfully.

"Hua Jin, who is only eighteen years old, has not appeared for many years...but it seems that his identity is too confusing." The old man murmured to himself, and the lieutenant general stood aside silently.

"Zhengxing, the old leader's 100th birthday is in two days, right?"

"Yes, chief." The two chiefs one after the other are clearly called two different people.

"You go to congratulate the old chief on his birthday instead of me, and bring Xiaorou with you, and then..." When the word Xiaorou was mentioned, a trace of kindness flashed across the old man's face, and his voice became lower and lower as he spoke.

After the old man gave the instructions, the lieutenant general left the courtyard and calm returned to the courtyard. Only the old man was left lying on the rocking chair and taking a nap.

It’s another new week, and studying is no longer necessary for Zhou Yang. While most of his classmates are still working hard to get into a good university, Zhou Yang has no worries in this regard at all. He is now a top student in the world.

The role model pursued by his classmates is a well-known academic leader in the whole school, but most of them are a little shy to take the initiative to contact Zhou Yang because of their previous indifference or ridicule to him.

Suddenly, he felt Zhao Chuan on the side poke him with his arm, and said with a mysterious expression, "Hey, do you know that the day after tomorrow is the 100th birthday of Mr. Jiang's family?"

"Yeah, I know, what's wrong?" Zhou Yang said nonchalantly.

"Did Jiang Tianming invite you over?" Zhao Chuan asked again.

"Yes, yes." Zhou Yang was thinking about the magic weapon. Mr. Jiang's birthday is the day after tomorrow, and he hasn't figured out what to make yet.

"What! He actually invited you over?" Zhao Chuan suddenly looked shocked and his voice was a little louder, which made the students around him look at him angrily. It seemed that he had disturbed others' studies.

"Shh, keep your voice down, you want to go to the office again?" Zhou Yang glared at Zhao Chuan.

Zhao Chuan looked at Zhou Yang's nonchalant expression and said with jealousy, "Why are you so calm? You are so unconcerned about a banquet that no one else can even break their scalps to get into..."

"Eh? By the way, can you please invite Young Master Jiang to invite me over?" Zhao Chuan thought again and looked at Zhou Yang expectantly.

"Isn't that right? It stands to reason that your father should be among those invited, but he won't take you there?" Zhou Yang asked doubtfully. Since the last time he introduced Zhao Chuan and Jiang Tianming to each other, Zhou Yang knew a little bit about Zhao Chuan's family background.

Given his father's status, he should be invited.

"Hey, don't mention it. The old man always said that I should study hard and not let me participate in these. But if Young Master Jiang asks me to go, then the old man can't do anything, hehe." Zhao Chuan had a bad smile on his face, he was eager now

He wanted to integrate into some circles as soon as possible. This was also what happened to him in the imperial capital last time that made him think this way.

If he had his own connections, even early connections, he wouldn't be as passive as last time and could only watch things develop to the bad side.

"How about I give it a try?" Zhou Yang said a little uncertainly.

"Please..." Zhao Chuan's hopeful gaze made Zhou Yang get goosebumps.

Finally, when class was over, Zhou Yang, who was urged to do nothing by Zhao Chuan, ran outside and called Jiang Tianming to explain the matter. Jiang Tianming was happy when he heard this. To be honest, not everyone can do this level of banquet.

Participate, and as long as those who can participate will bring their children along to experience it, and make some connections with young people.

Zhao Chuan's father, Zhao Yunhong, is indeed a bit old-fashioned in this regard. He has always believed that as a student, you should do student things. In his eyes, those so-called young people in the network are like playing house, and he treats them with disdain. In addition to letting his children

Apart from being a bit abnormally precocious, he has almost no merit.

"How to say it, how to say it." Zhao Chuan asked Zhou Yang anxiously after he finished the phone call.

"Brother Jiang said there is no problem." Zhou Yang looked at the other party helplessly.

"Haha, long live, I love you to death." Zhao Chuan was so excited that he hugged Zhou Yang and tried to kiss her, but Zhou Yang quickly avoided it. "Go away, go away, you're such a pervert."

Zhao Chuan was excited for a whole day after receiving such a reply.

After returning home from school, Zhou Yang first completed the day's homework, which was the thing that bothered him the most at the moment, and then continued to pick out the largest piece of jade and began to make a magic weapon. Making a magic weapon every day has become a compulsory task for Zhou Yang

homework.

The formation depicted this time is called Fortune Gathering Formation, which is the most complicated among the mortal weapon formations.

The Fortune Gathering Array brings many benefits to the user. As long as the magic weapon is not damaged, it can continue to operate on its own, protecting the wearer from cold and heat, and from ghosts and evil spirits. At the same time, it has the functions of gathering energy and defense. However,

Each effect is somewhat inferior to that of a single formation, but even so, any mortal weapon with a blessing formation is the best among mortal weapons.

Zhou Yang was not very sure that he could make it. The reason why he chose the Fortune Gathering Formation was entirely because Jiang Tianming had always been very good to him and treated him like a brother. The gift he gave must be the best and most precious one he could get at the moment.

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As time passed bit by bit, dense sweat appeared on Zhou Yang's forehead. The Fortune Gathering Formation was different from other formations. Not to mention the complex lines, it required continuous infusion of spiritual energy while carving it, and eventually it needed to penetrate the refiner.

The formation can only be activated by the divine consciousness. But once the formation is activated, it will continue to operate autonomously.

"I advise you not to portray the Fortune Gathering Formation. With your current strength, the possibility of failure is very high." Aguai's words appeared in Zhou Yang's ears, but what he said was rather vague. According to his knowledge, the Fortune Gathering Formation is

A magic circle that integrates spiritual power, mind and consciousness, it is difficult to succeed with Zhou Yang's eighth level of spiritual power alone, and there is a certain chance of failure even with the ninth level of spiritual power.

"How will you know if you don't try." Zhou Yang shook his head. He is a person who refuses to admit defeat. This magical instrument represents not only a gift, but a testimony of his friendship with Jiang Tianming.

A quarter of an hour, a half hour, an hour.

Gradually, Zhou Yang felt that he could no longer hold up, and his figure began to falter. Every time he felt that his mind was on the verge of collapse, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.

"tick"

"Tick-tock" is the sound of sweat dripping.

It's almost done, there are still a few strokes to go.

After two hours, my weak hands carved the final stroke.

"Condensation!" Zhou Yang used his last bit of strength to penetrate a ray of spiritual consciousness. The jade piece in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and the windows of the entire villa shot out streaks of golden light, which dispersed after a long time.

A happy smile appeared on Zhou Yang's pale face, "It finally worked." He meditated quickly and recovered. Now was his weakest moment. Even a person with no strength could kill him.

Aguai also appeared at this time, guarding Zhou Yang.

Looking at the Fortune Gathering Formation taking shape in front of him, Aguai was very surprised. It is not surprising to refine an ordinary weapon in the spiritual stage, but the best mortal weapons cannot be refined in the ordinary spiritual stage. Not to mention the consumption of spiritual energy, just the mental expenditure.

It's not something Zhou Yang can bear at the moment.

However, he did not stop Zhou Yang too much. Zhou Yang was often in a state of "freezing". As long as there was no great danger, Aguai would let him experience it personally. Moreover, extreme consumption would have great benefits for cultivation. He was completely

Be sure to protect the opponent's consciousness when Zhou Yang can't support it.

After meditating until late at night, Zhou Yang was able to recover. Looking at the top-quality mortal weapon in his hand, he felt excited. This was simply a perfect piece of jade, and it could no longer be measured by money.

The word "reciprocate favor" is no longer enough to describe Zhou Yang's actions.

Time flies by like a flash, and two days pass in the blink of an eye.

Wednesday is a normal day for ordinary people, but it is a big day that alarms the entire Nanzhou and even the top officials of Jiangnan Province.

The 100th birthday of the old general of the Jiang family!

The Jiang family's old house is located in a remote rural area of ​​Nanzhou City. It is said to be a rural area, but in fact it has already been modernized, with cement roads crisscrossing the village.

Starting from early in the morning, the villagers spontaneously organized teams to hang lanterns along the entrance of the village to the door of the Jiang family's old house. Everyone had a heartfelt smile on their face.

There are always people who say that one should dedicate one's youth to the motherland. General Jiang spent his entire life in the military and dedicated more than his youth to China. He also dedicated his middle-aged and later years to himself and his descendants. He is the pride of the whole village.

, and is the pride of Nanzhou people.

The old general did not like luxury. He has been living in his ancestral home since returning to Nanzhou. Although he is no longer in charge of the army, he always strictly demands himself and his descendants according to the rules of the army. One thing he often says is, "Your

This is what I fought for with my life, and it was also a gift from the people. As a human being, you must never forget your roots. If I find out who of you is preying on the common people, don't blame me for shooting you."

Early in the morning, when the sky was slightly bright, the sound of horns sounded in the house. The descendants of the Jiang family quickly gathered in the inner courtyard, and the door in the middle of the inner courtyard of the old house opened with a "squeak".

The old general appeared in the eyes of everyone with the support of his eldest daughter Jiang Sulan.