I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

The surface of a large ship formed by twisting trees and vines again has rattan branches extending into the sea in all directions.

At the tip of each rattan, there is a sign that faintly flashes.

As the brilliance flowed, there seemed to be shining waves on the sea around the big ship.

Then, there was no wind and huge waves, and the sea kept surging.

Amidst the sound of the current, a series of water curtains were seen rising from the sea, and then gathered to protect the big ship in the center.

At this moment, a sharp sword light flew up from the shore, slashing towards the ship in the sea.

Jian Guang was fierce and vigorous, and he actually gave birth to a mountain of heavy power.

It hasn't completely fallen, just being close to the surface of the sea, causing the sea to vibrate and sink in all directions.

But those heavy water curtains that protected the big ship abruptly resisted the powerful sword light.

The sword light dissipated, and the figure of Fu Jingbo, a master of the ninth state of martial arts and the head of the Liangdi Nanshan School, appeared.

Fu Jingbo and Real Huifang looked at each other across the water curtain and nodded at the same time.

The defensive power of this formation is really not weak, and it can basically withstand most of the wind and waves on the deep sea.

Fu Jingbo did not continue to take action, but quietly observed from the side.

Zhen Huifang, while changing his tactics, ordered the boatman to sail.

The big ship hurried forward in the waves.

But the brows of Zhenren Huifang and Fu Jingbo frowned at the same time.

They can clearly feel that the water curtain covering the big ship, or the magic circle centered on the big ship, fluctuates between operations.

The formation is unstable and gradually becomes vain.

The water curtain covering the big ship is much weaker.

Fu Jingbo is confident that he can cut it away with a single sword without all his strength.

Real Huifang is also serious.

Chen Yu, who was on the boat with him, said, "Everything is just the beginning. Now that the water curtain doesn't disperse, it means that we are halfway through first, and the rest only needs to be adjusted slowly."

"Chen Xiaoyou is right." Real Huifang nodded slightly: "I really can't be impatient."

How about Meng Shen's physical work, which is mainly time-consuming and laborious, and he still needs a lot of skills.

The real person Huifang calmed down, and immediately began to rethink the formation with Chen Yu's cooperation.

Both Meng Shen and Huifang were on the right track, and Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace in Chang'an City stopped paying attention.

At this moment, he projected Mr. Wuyun into the Palace of Heaven Punishment.

In the Palace of Heaven Punishment, at this moment, a row of cells were detained in varying numbers.

Mr. Wuyun walked over one by one.

In the first cell, there was only one old man with a refined appearance.

Seeing Mr. Wuyun coming in, the old man took a deep breath and bowed.

"Free gift."

Mr. Wuyun looked flat and looked at the other side up and down: "These days, you have performed well, and you work hard. Your Majesty has always been generous. You can regain your freedom."

The old man whispered: "Thank you for your grace, Mr. Xie for your care."

"You don't need to mention anything about it." Mr. Wu Yun said: "However, you should already know that Shuofeng Academy has become a matter of history."

The elegant old man in front of him was Yan Sheng, the former deputy dean of Shuofeng Academy of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

He was captured by Chang'an together with Gao Zheng, the second son of King Qi, and others.

After that, Yan Sheng, who became a prisoner, worked honestly and performed well. Now he can finally regain his freedom.

However, the Shuofeng Academy, the first Confucian institution of the Northern Qi Dynasty, has indeed become history.

The college was demolished and most of the teachers and students in the academy were captured and taken to Chang'an.

Hearing what Mr. Wu Yun said, Yan Sheng sighed slightly: "Please allow the old man to rebuild Shuofeng Academy. Of course, it is the Shuofeng of Chang'an, not the Shuofeng of Northern Qi."

"You know the rules, and the old man won't say much anymore." Mr. Wu Yun said calmly: "Even the Shuofeng of Northern Qi is nothing."

Yan Sheng heard the words, and a faint chill came out in his back.

For Chang'an City, a visit to the Shuofeng Academy in the former Northern Qi Dynasty is really nothing.

It's nothing more than destroying it again.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Yan Sheng hurriedly said: "Before the old man and others did not know God's grace, offended Chang'an, and went against the general trend. From now on, I dare not make the same mistake again."

Those who end their life as a prisoner with him and regain their freedom, as well as other students from Shuofeng Academy.

These people will be the foundation for Yan Sheng to rebuild Shuofeng.

However, just like him, he didn't dare to disobey Changan again.

And those new-style students who insist on refusing to submit, undoubtedly, naturally continue to slowly reform through labor.

"Look at what you did." Mr. Wu Yun said calmly.

"Don't dare to lose the high hopes of your majesty and gentleman." Yan Sheng replied respectfully.

Mr. Wu Yun took him out of this cell together, then waved his hand casually, and Yan Sheng immediately retreated.

The old man in black walked into the second cell.

The person inside is a serious, middle-aged man in a Chinese suit.

From his body, there seemed to be an extremely sharp, steel gun-like breath.

Xiao Kun, who has practiced the legendary Fulong spear of the former Nanliang royal family, has a martial art mood and has been completely integrated into his blood.

But at this moment, this straight and sharp spear seemed to gradually bend, so that the sharpness was not as strong as before.

"I have seen Mr. Wuyun." Xiao Kun said slowly, bowing his head.

Mr. Wuyun came to him: "If there are extra words, the old man will not mention it. The opportunity is rare. You must carefully grasp it yourself."

Xiao Kun said: "Please don't worry, sir, I understand."

At the time, the Chang'an City Lord made the shot himself, and only he and Lin Ying were able to save their lives.

Tang Wang Li Xuanxin and others who were with him at that time were all dead without a place to be buried.

That scene, eternally engraved in Xiao Kun's heart, dare not forget it for a moment.

During this period of time, he has even become a nightmare existence, so that he can't give birth to any rebellious thoughts.

"Are you going to return to the place of the old beam?" Mr. Wu Yun asked.

Xiao Kun shook his head slightly: "Please allow your husband to settle down in other places and work for Chang'an."

Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently: "Yes."

Xiao Kun made the same choice as Xiao Zhaoyuan's son Xiao Hui.

In a sense, as a person from Xiao Keye's era, returning to Liangdi would be even more eye-catching than Xiao Hui.

After all, he is a martial arts master in the eighth stage.

Moreover, the Liang family inherited the Fulong spear exquisite and powerful.

Under the same realm, the rest of Liang Di may not be able to rival him.

By then, everyone will definitely join hands to target him, making it difficult for him to move.

Instead of doing this, it's better to go elsewhere and work hard.

If there is a chance to break through to the ninth stage, it will be fine to return to Liangdi at that time.

Xiao Kun naturally did not have the intention of restoring the Southern Liang Dynasty, but if he cultivated to the ninth stage, he would not have to worry about the joint suppression of other people in the land of Guliang.

Zhang Dongyun naturally didn't care much about it, and Mr. Wu Yun he projected immediately allowed Xiao Kun's request.

Xiao Kun had already considered a good place to go, only waiting for Mr. Wu Yun to nod.

Now that Mr. Wu Yun allowed him, he went to Jindi as soon as possible and went to Wei Chong, the head of the Wei family.

In the early years, when he left the Southern Liang Dynasty to travel, he had a good friendship with Wei Chong, the head of the Wei family.

The Wei family was the first to seek refuge in Chang'an, and it is now in the Jin region.

With Wei Chong and the Wei family taking care of him, Xiao Kun did not have to worry that he, an outsider, suddenly ran to the Jin area and caused dissatisfaction from other locals.

If that were the case, Xiao Kun would be the same as staying in Liangdi.

And now, he can sit back and relax.

Xiao Kun left, and Mr. Wu Yun went to the third cell.

There were two people in the cell this time.

An old person, a middle-aged person, both have a great Confucian atmosphere.

The former is Cheng Jingyuan, the old man of the Cheng family in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the latter is Cheng Luo, who is also the Cheng family.

After Mr. Wuyun came in, the two saluted together: "I have seen Mr. Wuyun."

"The performance of the two of you these days, the old man can see it, but..."

Mr. Wu Yun's sight fell on Cheng Luo: "You can restore your free body."

He turned his gaze to Cheng Jingyuan again: "But you can't."

Cheng Luo looked at his family uncle embarrassedly.

On Cheng Jingyuan's own old face, the expression was much calmer and seemed to be expected.

Cheng Luo has been imprisoned since he was captured in Chang'an, doing coolies atonement.

And he Cheng Jingyuan was redeemed by the Eastern Tang Dynasty midway.

He reported some matters related to the city of Chang'an to the Eastern Tang Dynasty. Later, when the Eastern Tang Dynasty fell, the Cheng family also suffered.

Cheng Jingyuan entered the palace for the second time and became a prisoner of Chang'an again.

In this way, he is equivalent to fighting against Chang'an twice and three times, adding one more crime.

Now Cheng Luo and others have paid for their sins, have been punished, and they can regain their freedom with Chang'an, but Cheng Jingyuan may not have such good luck.

"The old man is willing to continue to atone for his sins as a prisoner. I only hope that Changan can forgive the other Cheng family children. They just obey the orders of the old man and others." Cheng Jingyuan saluted again.

"Everything has its own arrangements, no need to worry about you."

Mr. Wu Yun's tone is neither salty nor light: "For you, focus on yourself and sincerely regret it."

Cheng Jingyuan said respectfully: "The old man understands, you must remember what Mr. teaches you."

The Cheng family used to be very close to the Li family of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, so when the Eastern Tang Dynasty was destroyed, it was naturally liquidated.

Many people, including Patriarch Cheng Qing, fell under the Chang'an Butcher Sword.

It is obviously impossible to say that the Cheng family did not have any hatred at first.

But the coolie career after being imprisoned has constantly consumed their resentment and arrogance.

Some people refused to give in.

But some people gradually started to lower their heads.

They have to consider the issue of family survival.

Therefore, many Cheng family members, including Cheng Jingyuan and Cheng Luo, began to bow their heads to Chang'an City sincerely.

Even if she is still stuck and cannot be free, Cheng Jingyuan has no complaints and bears it safely.

Cheng Luo asked Mr. Wu Yun for instructions: "Sir, if the younger generation can strive to make some merits, can they get his uncle's freedom soon?"

"It depends on your performance..." Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently: "It also depends on his own."