[Comprehensive Martial Arts] The Road to Powerful Ministers

"Hong Zhu, where are you from?" Yu Tianbao asked softly. Now he has driven everyone out of the room. The doors and windows are wide open. They are sitting at the low table in the middle of the room, surrounded by flowers There are veils flying.If there is someone in the dark, he can easily spot it; even people in the world of martial arts have good ears, but they can't hear words from such a long distance in such a big house; if there is someone who can speak with lips, there are flowers and light veils to cover them.For a conversation, Yu Tianbao also took great pains.

"Master Hui, the maidservant is the daughter of an ordinary farmer at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain." Hongzhu also replied softly. The two had communicated in the small flower house, and their first impressions of each other were not bad at that time.

"Really? Your family should be a flower farmer. Otherwise, where did you come from such a skill of tending flowers and plants, and this flower arrangement, which must be learned by everyone." Yu Tianbao did not pretend to be ignorant and chaotic at all, and asked in question .

"Master Hui Shao, it is true that Hua Nong was born, but his father was seriously ill, his uncle took over his mother's will, and his aunt decided to vote for me. This is the saying of everyone's lady..." Hongzhu laughed, and said: "If everyone is a lady, It is good to pass the time by learning such small ways. For poor people like slaves, it is a craft of survival and a good way to save their lives. The reason why slaves can survive this time is that the skill of Quannai was cast in the eyes of the young master. ?”

Hong Zhu is a young girl who is not more than cardamom, but when she speaks, she is thoughtful and witty.Yu Tianbao admired her very much, and felt that it was worthwhile to observe her for a year.

"Yes, you can stay by my side in the future, as a second-class maid. You usually take care of flowers and plants, and teach me how to arrange flowers when you are free."

"Yes." Hong Zhu leaned over to salute, and the two of them finished a simple vase decoration with the fresh flowers beside the low table.Yu Tianbao didn't intimidate, beat and raised anything, and Hong Zhu didn't ask the Young Leader what he was doing with him.

In two quarters of an hour, Yu Tianbao finished his work, and shouted: "Furong, Osmanthus."

The two maidservants entered in response, and Yu Tianbao pointed to the autumn chrysanthemum arrangement he had inserted, and said, "Fu Rong, go and give this flower arrangement to father, saying that I honor my father. Osmanthus, take the red beads down." placement."

"Yes." The two replied in unison.

Yu Tianbao waved away a few people, took the remaining flowers and fiddled with them at will, and the three of them retreated calmly.

Fu Rong lifted the flower arrangement to the level of her eyes, and carefully delivered the flowers to the leader's courtyard. This was her privilege as the young leader's maid, and only high-level leaders and elders in the church usually had the privilege. Qualified to come to the courtyard of the Taoist master.

Lan Yi guards the door, Fu Rong is not qualified to meet the leader, so she has to give the flowers to Lan Yi, and after a long time of instructions, she leaves.

Lan Yi knew the inside story and thought about the leader's temper, so he didn't intend to send the flowers to the leader, but just took them and put them on the low table in the outer hall.

Yu Luocha's martial arts is very strong, and the mist that lingers around his body on weekdays is caused by the externalization of internal force. Even if he is in the inner room, he can hear clearly even if he is in the inner room, separated by several walls, doors and windows.At dinner in the evening, when I passed by the front hall, I glanced at the flourishing chrysanthemum, and said: "I lost it, I only love the pride of plums in my life."

"Yes." Lan Yi immediately evaded the eyes of others and threw away the chrysanthemum, regretting that he had made his own decision. It seems that in the future, there is no need to present the things sent by the young leader.

Yu Tianbao, who is addicted to flower arrangement, doesn't know about all this.

Yu Tianbao has harmed all the flowers in the garden, and his enthusiasm for flower arrangement has finally subsided. Now he loves to listen to some old stories and allusions, and often grabs the senior elders in the church and tells about the past in the church.Of course, the people he's looking for are not the core group of people, and martial arts are also common, they are civil servants who are in charge of internal affairs and scriptures on weekdays.The Western Devil's Cult is named after the word "jiao", so it naturally has its own classic documents, after all, it is a religious organization.

Yu Tianbao was busy here, so his enthusiasm for Hongzhu naturally subsided, making the people in his courtyard think that Hongzhu had lost the eyes of the young leader, and they were not as polite to her as before.

Fu Rong was a bit uncomfortable with Hongzhu just dropping down from the air, and caught the young leader's eyes out of thin air. Seeing the young leader's attention shifted, she couldn't help but sneer at Hongzhu.

But Hongzhu is actually a cotton-natured person, and she can't be hammered or crushed. Fu Rong wanted to vent her anger, but ended up getting mad at herself.Mu Xi couldn't see it, so she took her away.

"What do you stop me from doing? The Young Master is still young and has a restless mind. Look, in just two months, he has completely forgotten about the flower arrangement. The red bead is useless. What's wrong with talking about her? Could it be that the young leader would embarrass us for a person who has only been together for two months." Fu Rong shook off Mu Xi and took her hand.

Mu Xi smiled helplessly, pulled her into the room, poured a cup of tea for her, and said, "You, you are still so competitive, what are you doing with all this idleness? I teach martial arts to make the world, you and I are both Weak women who don't understand martial arts survive in the sect by being meticulous, patient, good-tempered, and able to serve others. If you lose these fundamentals, how can you live? If you have no place in the heart of the young leader, how can you My god, the elders and helmsmen don't like you, what would they be jealous of if they beat you to death with one palm?"

"I..." Furong still wanted to hold on to defend herself, but she couldn't say anything after looking at Mu Xi's gentle eyebrows and eyes. She just sighed and said, "What you said is true, it's just me I can't change my temper. I just can't get used to Hongzhu's appearance. She usually lowers her brows and is pleasing to the eye, but she gets the young leader's favor without saying a word. I have been serving the young leader since he was born, and I have never been treated like this Rely on it! This is a biting dog, don’t bark, this naive!”

"Puff..." Osmanthus burst out laughing seeing Fu Rong's eyes bulging with anger.

"Why are you laughing!" Fu Rong was upset.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Mu Xi waved his hands, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe, "I'm just laughing at you, I'm always worrying about it."

"How can this be Xianxin? If that Hongzhu is promoted by the Young Master, it will take your place." Furong said with a serious sense of crisis.

"Oh, really, let me ask you, how old are you and me this year?" Mu Xi calmly said.

"Eighteen..." Just as Furong said that, she came to her senses and laughed out loud.

"Yeah, we are all people. We have decided on marriage early. Your family has some foundations in the family. You have already settled your future. It is nothing more than gold plating by the young master's side. This year at the earliest, and the year after the latest at the latest, we will Married. Who will take over next to the young leader, and what is hindering us. Seeing that the young leader is still passionate about Hong Zhu, why do you want to be such a villain? It will take seven or eight years, maybe there will be places to ask her in the future, you can't be confused." Mu Xi analyzed carefully.

"It's still Muxi, you can see it clearly, alas, I'm just such a short-sighted person, thank you so much. I'll go to Hongzhu tomorrow to apologize." Furong laughed.

"Thank you, we are all sisters. Three generations and five servants of our family are all members of the holy religion, so we naturally have to watch over and help each other. You and I are the ones the leader personally gave to the young leader. Among the maids, you have the most face, so why should you belittle yourself? , Self-disruption."

"Mushi, you are right. Don't worry, I will feel at ease after hearing what you said. In the future, I will not only be kind to Hongzhu, but also rely more on her, and give her more experience in matters around the young leader. "

"That's right." Mu Xi nodded and smiled softly.Both of them are about to leave. It is better not to participate in the lawsuits of those who serve people around the young leader. If there is a big trouble, the leader will kill people for no reason. Slaves also have the way of survival of slaves.

Furong went to Hongzhu to apologize the next day, Hongzhu blushed and dared not take it, she just said it was just a quarrel between sisters and there was no need to be so formal.In the future, he will still act with respect to Furong and Osmanthus, and he will not steal credit, and he will not like to join the young leader.Only then did Fu Rong calm down, she only felt that what Mu Xi said made sense, and Hong Zhu was also a good one.

Yu Tianbao doesn't care about the small lawsuits of the maids. Now he is concerned about the origin and development history of the Western Demon Cult on a whim, and he is clamoring to hear stories everywhere.

Many civil servants also sold his face as the young leader, telling him some old stories to him.Today, Yu Tianbao visited the old man who was in charge of the file in the church.

"The young master is so interested in the origin of my holy religion, and this old man is also very pleased. It's just that they are all old things. The young master has heard a lot this month, and the old man has nothing new to say. "The old man with a goatee said that most of the civil servants are people who don't know martial arts or have low martial arts skills. .

"Hey, I'm tired of hearing about killing people and hunting treasures. Tell me about how my Holy Cult came about and how it is passed on." Yu Tianbao carelessly half-lyed and half-sat on a chair, motioning for the old man to start speaking.

"My holy religion originated from Persia, and later spread to the middle land. The people in the Central Plains are cunning and insidious, and the holy religion does not tolerate it. Since then, it has been established in the Western Regions, and it has been passed down to the leader. It is the No. 12 generation. In the past, most of the leaders were stable people. , Only the leader who is talented, wise and decisive can make the Holy Cult famous. Now the Holy Cult has unified all the countries in the Western Regions, and it is a well-deserved Western Holy Cult!" When the old man talked about Yu Luocha, his admiration and admiration were beyond words.

"Of course, father is the most powerful, what else?"

"Today, there are as many as 26 countries in the Western Regions under the jurisdiction of the Holy Church. Although they are small countries, they are connected together and have great power. Last year, even Persia invaded, and they were easily beaten back!" The old man stroked his beard.

"Didn't you say that my religion originated from Persia? How did you fight with them?"

"It's just an origin. My Holy Cult broke away from Persia in the fifth generation. At that time, there was no objection. It is delusional to see the leader of the Holy Cult and want to get a share of it. What is the leader? You are wise and martial, with high martial arts skills, how can you be afraid of an outdated head teacher..."

"Okay, okay, my father is naturally good, let's not talk about Persia, anyway, I can't make any big waves. Tell me more about my father, my father will not be so powerful from birth, right? He is like me. What was it like when you were growing up?" Yu Tianbao, like every son who worships his father, wants to hear about his father's deeds and find traces of the past.

"When the leader was young..." the old man looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, pondered for a while, and said carefully.