Yang God

Mrs. Zhao’s eldest son, Hou Fu’s eldest son, Hong Xi. In the future, the entire authority of the government of Houfu stood behind Hong Xuanji. The surface was calm and elegant, but the inside was mighty like a mountain.

When the eyes of the four eyes are opposite, Hong Yi’s eyes are stinging, his heart is jumping, and the soul seems to oscillate. He already understands that the strength of this “Xiaowu Wenhou” is unfathomable and far above himself.

The reason why the eyes are opposite, the heart is a jump, is the situation of the difference in strength, Hong Yi is also very clear about this snack.

"I don't know what kind of realm has been martial arts of Hong Xi? Is it a congenital master or a master?" Hong Yi slightly avoided the eyes of Hong Xi, thinking in his heart.

Hong Xi saw Hong Yi avoid his gaze, his eyes slipping, flashing a trace of disdainful ridicule, this kind of vision, it is like a fierce lion watching a little white rabbit.

Hong Yi's eyes, just sweeping into this kind of eyes, suddenly, his heart rushed into the blood, a strong anger poured into his heart. The fists were slightly gripped and the eyes were lowered.

"You can inherit the Marquis. One day, I will definitely be above you. Whether it is Wenzhi, martial arts, strength, and status, it will overwhelm you far, just like you look at me today." Hong Yi calmed down. Anger, secretly swears.

Hong Xi’s experience, Hong Yi also knows a little. As the eldest son of Hou Fuzhong, he started to learn from the martial arts when he was playing the mother's womb. It was Hong Xuan's hand-to-hand teaching, and the roots were extremely strong. It was rumored that Hong Xi was seven years old. Can play with sixty pounds of stone locks.

At the age of fourteen, he entered the army to talk about the martial arts. Later, he established the military merits and was promoted to the command. Even once, he protected the princes from inspecting the frontiers and suffered assassinations. One person killed 100 people and besieged. After returning, he was given a title called "Prison." "The ice cracked sword, while the emperor praised "the tiger father has no dogs."

Hong Xi quietly stood behind Hong Xuanji. Both father and son are generally in shape and similar in outline. They are also generally quiet and mountainous. They are not angry and self-defeating. They are unfathomable.

No matter who you are, you feel that this is a real father and son.

Hong Yi’s inner feelings also felt that the scorpions around him, even themselves, did not have the image of Hong Xuanji and Hong Xi. This kind of image is not on the lineage, but on the spiritual temperament.

"If the Wugong boxing method enters the congenital realm, the internal and external muscles and bones, the internal organs and the internal organs are all condensed into one piece. The whole human blood is extremely powerful, and the ghosts are not invading. I am even a Taoist, and I am also a person like Hong Xi. It doesn't help. It can be said that if he is doing something to me now, I have no way, no, the strength is not strong enough, and I have to work hard."

After seeing Hong Xi’s gaze, Hong Yi began to think deeply.

He read the Taoist scriptures and talked with Xuan Li, a great master like Bai Ziyue. He knew that even if he was repaired to the realm of ghosts, he could control the body of the human body, but this can only deal with people below the realm of the martial arts.

Once you have surpassed the realm of the martial arts, you will reach the congenital realm. The whole body will be iron and steel, and the body will be condensed into one piece. Even if it is a ghost, you can't take it away, possess the body, and control its soul.

Not to mention the practice of boxing to the great masters and even the realm of Wu Sheng.

After the Wusheng realm, the whole body changed blood, the blood is powerful and incredible, the radius is dozens of feet, and the ghosts are not close. Even if the flying sword is killed, it is not close to the body, it will be forced by the blood, the power is reduced by more than half, and there is no power.

"In the dynasties, in the history books, the way of ghosts and gods has always been a small technique. Even if it is a rebellion, it is only the means by which the cults confuse the peasants and the emigrants. They are steadfast and well-trained, and they are killed in the blood of the corpse. The army is elite, the blood is masculine, and even if it is a ghost, it will not be able to make any magic. So in the dynasties, there was no peasant army who had seen the path of ghosts and gods, and it often seemed like a peasant army. When I met the imperial court, I immediately collapsed. This is also the point in the history books. It seems that in addition to the cultivation of the soul, I have to make a contribution, and more importantly, martial arts."

Hung Yi made up his mind and turned a lot of thoughts in a moment, finally calming down.

He stood at the last end of the position, swept his eyes a little, and found his more than a dozen brothers and sisters, except for Hong Kong’s second son, Hong Kang, who was an official in the South, and he was unable to return. All arrived, including Hong Xuejiao on the side of Mrs. Fang, Hong Gui of the three ladies, and they all stood in a proper manner.

Among the Houfu people, Ding Xingwang, Hong Xuanji’s three wives and four sisters, almost every wife and sister gave birth to one or two children, so Hong Yi’s brothers and sisters have more than ten.

Yuan Zhen’s maiden recognizes her, and the provincial pro is a big event. It’s also a matter of Houfu’s big day. It’s more important than the New Year’s Day. It’s all necessary.

The four little baboons in the rest of the Houfu were also behind the three ladies, as if they were obedient and did not dare to overstep the show.

"The days of these mothers are not good, but in the end they are wealthy businessmen at home, and those sons have grown up, and they have to come to an end."

Hong Yi looked at the four little sisters in the government and thought silently.

At this moment, suddenly the door was screaming, and several horse-riding eunuchs rushed to the gate, and after rushing, they rushed in.

"The niece has already left the palace. If it is not half an hour, it will go to Houfu, Houye, you have to be prepared." The voice of the male duck scorpion is hard to hear. This is the **** who first came to report.

"Reward them, let them go to rest." Hong Xuan faceless expression, commanded a voice, Mrs. Zhao around him immediately noticed, let several slain slaves take the **** to rest and drink tea.

The entire Houfu people suddenly silent, quietly watching the door ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is no single voice coming out, after a long time, another **** came in: "The maiden is driving."

Then, there were a lot of incense, the **** of the umbrella, and stood in front of a street. Then, there was an eight-lifted sedan. The top was a gold-plated seven-color gemstone, a big gourd pearl, a bead curtain, and a tooth. Account, the aroma is compelling, showing the royal dynasty rich and noble.

Hong Yi sneaked away, but couldn't see the people in the car. Naturally, he couldn't see what the Lanterns looked like. It was the red lady who met in the valley that day.

However, Hong Yi had a kind of induction. He felt that the person inside the sedan chair also cast his gaze on him. The kind of gaze was very soft and it was an interest to watch.

If it weren’t for the practice of Hong Yi’s soul, it would be slightly different.

"Welcome to the emperor!"

At this moment, all the people around Houfu fell, and Hong Yi also leaned down. This is the rule.

However, Hong Xuanji, Hong Xi and his son, but they are all only in the body, and did not kneel.

But no one was surprised, because Hong Xuanji, Hong Xi, the father and son, were rewarded by the emperor for riding the imperial city, and the sword went to the temple. Except for the people, they did not deny anyone's will.

In other words, the father and son, can ride horses in the Imperial City, and even see the emperor with a sword, in addition to the emperor, met the Prince, the Queen does not have to kneel, just salute.

This is the great glory of a great minister.

"Excuse me."

The sound came out from the sedan chair.