Yang God

The son is back, and the slave is safe. ”

These came out to meet the embarrassment, after the maid stood in good team, they were neatly squatted, and after the mouth was finished, Yan Yanyan said, and stood up again, Hong Yi gave a slight glance, these ones are all awkward, although they look I can't say that it's beautiful, but it's very beautiful, not too old, only between the ages of fifteen and twenty, obviously it has been carefully selected.

"Cultivating the family, although it can not be too cold, but so many gimmicks, maids, and slaves, it is too wasteful. To know that among the Wuwen Houfu, the seven or eight hundred people are simply in the capital. The annual expenses also cost two to three hundred thousand two dollars."

When Hong Yi thought about it, he was holding a big iron pipe, his waist was quite straight, he was dressed brightly, and he was full of blushing light. The old man who had no old-fashioned came out.

This old man is Shen Tianyang.

"Oh." After seeing Shen Tianyang coming out, Shen Tiezhu screamed with joy.

"Xiao Mu, the son has nothing to do? I heard that I have made a contribution in the naval battle. I read the name of the son of the son in the report of the Ministry of Military Affairs."

Shen Tianyang saw that there was nothing in Shen Tiezhu. He just nodded. He asked Xiaomu, and looked at Xiaomu’s temper. His face showed a happy smile. Then he said, “Gongzi, let’s enter the villa, Miss Murong just got from the city. Not long after coming back, I heard that the son is coming back and is dressing up."

"Good! Tian Yang, you commanded people, arrange more rooms. These are my cronies. Later in the mountains, there are people with identity." Hong Yi nodded and ordered: "Iron column You prepared some precious herbs for Tian Yang for me to get inside the room."

"Okay, you, you, each of the past two shackles, help the son's cronies clean the room, clean up the clothes, prepare things, tell the kitchen, open a banquet, and wash the dust for the son."

Shen Tianyang’s stewardship seems to have done a good job. Commanded. The dripping water does not leak. Seeing Hong Yi’s heart nodded secretly.

Shen Tianyang is old. Hong Yi did not take him to the battlefield. It is because he has been on the rivers and lakes for most of his life. Also changed to rest and raised. It seems that Rong is well raised. This is the case. Hong Yidi’s heart is also very gratifying.

Now. Mr. Zhou Da. Lei Lie. The text is not smoke. The hills and others have to rest. They lived the night these days. Use a tent. Although there is no shortage of materials. But it is not convenient to take a bath. It’s hard to go back to Green Willow Village now. It is also necessary to adjust the adjustment. Restore the spirit of tension.

Even though they are innate masters. Many days have run long distances. Also tired enough.

Although these people are both Hong Yi's place to accept and the Prince's land. But now it has been deadly to follow Hong Yi. Originally they betrayed and prince. There is still some anxiety in my heart. However, with Hongyi's strength every day. It is beyond the ghosts of life and death. They are not afraid of being with the Prince.

The sky is falling. There is Hong Yi, the big ghost fairy. Still afraid of what?

The Green Willow Mountain Villa really changed its appearance, and the expansion was doubled. Inside, there are good cedar wood houses, carved railings, and all the accounts on the ground. The yards on the ground are also clean bluestone boards, while the corridors of the yards are painted wood floors, and the floors are covered with white carpets. Although it is not the kind of extremely expensive "alpaca" hair, it is also the sheep wool in the Western Region.

It is a three-step pavilion, five steps and one floor. The room is twisted and twisted.

In every corner, there is also a standing slave.

It is quiet and full of popularity. In some corners, it also burns Dading. Inside the Ding is charcoal, which is looked after by the servants, so standing on the servant is not cold at all. It is not like the Governor of Shuiyang Province, who wants the soldiers to stand in the cold wind and rain.

"Tian Yang, this expansion, how much did Murong Yan spend?" Hong Yi looked at all this and asked Shen Tianyang next to him. If Shen Tianyang led the way, he almost never knew his own home.

"About 130,000 two silver." Shen Tianyang honestly.

"So much? Now, we are in the Green Willow Village, so many slaves, family, servants, maids, how much is the monthly expenses?" Hong Yi asked again.

"Let's Green Liuzhuang now, there are two hundred and fifty-three scorpions, fifty Zhuangding guardian warriors, and two hundred and twenty-three omnipotent servants, a total of five hundred and twenty-six people, one for each person. On the second day of the month, the calendar of the two silvers, in addition to the rewards of the holidays, sacrifices, entertaining guests, eating and drinking, etc., for the winter, more than 500 people of cotton, charcoal, also spent a lot, one month is about overhead four Five thousand two, one year 50,000. "Shen Tianyang is not a man who has been a steward for a long time, and the detailed account is clear and clear.

"One year, 50,000? Hey, this is really unimaginable. If I had the huge wealth in the bag of the Great Zen Temple, I would probably have to sell the three peach **** ships in a short time."

I heard that at least 50,000 yuan was spent in a year, and Hong Yi felt a bit stunned.

When he left the Green Willow Mountain Village last year, the annual income of the entire mountain village was only about 7,000. It is also said that the income of the entire mountain village cannot withstand the huge expenses.

"Isn't it all going to be Murong Yan? I remember she is a financial fan? It's a haircut."

However, Hong Yi took the soldiers to fight, knowing that the family is difficult, the bigger the family, the greater the cost. It is not the money here, but the money.

Even the characters like Hong Xuanji, the vast Wuwen Houfu, need the money of Mrs. Zhao’s family, in order to spend the money, and the income of Hong Xuanji and the income of the manor can’t be maintained.

With his own arms, Hong Yi walked through a long corridor and several portals into the south wing.

As soon as I entered the wing, a warm atmosphere came.

Among the cabins, among the white copper pots that are superbly cast, there is burning beast charcoal without a little smoke. The large bronze dings on all sides are burning with spices. The carpet on the ground is white and flat, and there is a kind of exotic palace weather.

Murong Yan is sitting in a large mahogany carved chair in the middle of the big wing room. He is wearing a white dress and a ribbon on his head. He has a special exotic style.

By her side, standing an old man, white beard, white hair, a ponytail whip behind, a large dress covered in the whole body, eye-catching light, full of restraint, obviously a master of boxing, and is a spirit The same kind of meat.

Hong Yi also recognized this person, who is the master of the red chasing yang, called the uncle.

"Hung Yi, you are back! What about our transactions? I also saw the report, in the court," Murong Yan saw Hong Yi walk in, and the big hand was stretched out, or the original pride, greedy appearance.

"Good to say." Hung Yi raised his hand, a long line of blood red

Murong Yan was caught by Murong Yan.

"Well. This business, I earned it. Blood-stained steel, blood-stained steel." I got a blood-stained steel needle, and Murong Yan looked at it with joy and joy, and put the spirit into it. Try to use blood-stained steel needles. Go away.

However, the martial arts master of the uncle, who is next to Murong Yan, is a movement of eyelids, and then seems to be thinking about something.

"Hey, Miss just, just his thoughts, it’s a pure yang, not that deep. What is going on?"

As a master of martial arts, he is very sensitive to the surrounding air, the wind, the warm wind, and the feeling.

"Yes, hey? Your thoughts, how can it be so warm! It’s not overcast! It’s impossible! How could you get through the thunder? How could it be? You made a ghost? Have you thundered? ”

Murong Yan is a high-ranking person in the Xuantian Pavilion. The Taoist cultivation has reached a state of morphing, and it is quite deep. Moreover, she has a deep understanding of Taoism. She just immersed herself in the joy of getting blood-stained steel and did not pay attention to it. Now, after paying attention, I suddenly remembered it. The soul immediately returned to the position, controlled the body, and then looked at Hong Yi, as if I saw the ghost, stuttering.

"Well, chasing Yang? You actually cultivated into the realm of the master! Good guy, what kind of kung fu do you practice, blood is so rich! What medicine did you take?"

Later, the uncle saw the red chasing yang standing at the door.

"Master, miss."

Red Chasing Yang came in quickly, his body bowed, and then looked at Hong Yi, Hong Yi nodded slightly, he said: "The son is now a thunder master, mana is thorough, beyond life and death, I It is the gift of the son, taking the Yuanzhu Dzizhu, there are many elixir, and even practicing the dragon elephant method to seal the secrets of the marrow, and then cultivated into the realm of the great master."

"impossible!"

Dry uncle's hair shook a little, and his eyes stared at Hong Yi: "The robbery master! Even the three national teachers of Yunmengguo and the two lobby owners of Xuantian Pavilion did not reach this realm. Even the Marshal of Tiefu Tu, Bi Weicang did not reach this realm! We are the whole cloud, reach this realm, no more than five people! If you have reached this realm, you have already been proud of the world."

The robbery master is already the existence of the proud world.

"Oh? Yunmeng Empire, there are five thunderbolt masters? I thought that only the peacock Wang Xingxuan, the Heavenly Snake King Star, the Xuantian Pavilion main couple three. Actually there are other? The world master, really a lot."

Hung Yi smiled slightly, and took a hand and shook it to cover the uncle.

Bang!

Uncle Gan only felt that Hong Yi was in the moment of this hand, a sweeping pressure, wrapped up from the sky and underground, wrapped him into an eggshell!

Then, his body flew out of the air, and in the invisible eggshell, he violently punched and punched, and it didn't work.

Hung Yi’s handle is loose and smashed! Uncle Shu turned a little in the air, steadily landed on the ground, and the body moved, and at a speed that was incredibly fast, he rushed over to Hong Yi.

"Well, close to fight?" Hung Yi talked, the wrist moved, the electric light stone-like display of the "lei ray arc", a move to retreat the dry uncle.

"Thunder Prison Sword? Zhenwu Holy Body! Real Wushu! Why, why you are a master of Taoism, but also condensed the martial arts boxing! Could it be that you have realized the realm of unspeakable."

"Oh? You know the realm that you can't miss?" Hung Yi was surprised. He didn't think that this uncle knew quite a lot.

"Miss, you are the right treasure! With the help of Hong Yigong, hey! Murong family, the old guys of the whole family, and those who are jealous, can only be allocated to Miss 舔 boots!" Dry uncle knees down, To Murong Yandao: "Miss, Hong Yigong, I thought about playing with me in the palm of my hand. My blood is not moving a little bit of soul. Hong Yigong is the ghost of the thunder. There are countless peers in this world!"

"Is it true?" Murong Yan opened his mouth, as if the fish from the water, a glimpse.

"How is this going?" Hong Yi heard the clues in the words and asked, the strength he showed this time, on the one hand, to shock Murong Yan, after all, the other is a cloud-monged person, the situation is a bit complicated. It shows that the super strength can shock everyone who can't shake.

"There is no big deal. Miss Ben has sentenced the family. Hey, the old things in the family have defeated you. I will send me out and say to the champion who is the maid and sent to the army. Spying on intelligence, who knows what is going on? This lady naturally can't stand it, and quietly rolled up the private house money, living in the Green Willow Mountain Village, not going back!" Murong Yan snorted: "Otherwise, how do I Will it use more than 100,000 huge sums to repair the house of Zhuangzi?"

"Is it a champion?" Hong Yi frowned.

However, the champion Hou in the frontiers to fight Yunmeng, actually beat the group of aristocratic family to give a family woman to reconcile ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ it is very fierce.

However, as the woman of Murong Yan, was sent to the army, it must be a miserable end. I don’t have to think about this. Although she has a good track, how can she spy on the side of the champion? I am afraid that it is also the result of being played.

"Hong Yi, I look at this Green Willow Mountain Villa, just give me a good deal. You actually practiced it as a thunder and a ghost! This is simply the supremacy, even our Yunmeng emperor can not look at it. In the middle, Miss Miss wants to climb you up.” Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi, convinced some pride, and silenced for a while before he spoke.

Hong Yi listened to his brow and was wrinkled. He thought about it in his heart. He couldn’t help but ask: “How can I climb the law?” When I spoke, I suddenly felt a bit abrupt, so I changed my mind: “You are taking care of it anyway. Green Willow Mountain Villa is not bad. I am going back to Yujing at the moment, there are still many things to do, right, since you are out of the family, how many people and money are available to you? What is the form of Yujing City? Listen?"

Between the words, Hong Yi's gaze was placed on the table, a pile of thick newspapers, at the same time, his thoughts, into the Xiaokun world of Qiankun cloth bag.

"How can these newspapers be engraved? I remember that some of the court’s reports were handwritten. Who spent so much effort to engrave a piece of wood to print the newspaper?"

I have been playing killing and killing. Now I write about the length of my family. On the one hand, I have paved the way. The second is the few chapters of Run Run, and Hong Yi will ask him to meet with Hong Xuanji. What kind of plot will happen? Let's vote for it! Monthly ticket, monthly ticket! Don't let the back catch up. }