Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

In Qiongying City, in the back garden of Prince Yizhao's mansion, Hu Yanfeng was practicing sword with a young man.

The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a silver brocade shirt, with a white jade belt around his waist, and dark brown buckskin boots densely embroidered with patterns of the same color, but it was a magic weapon for lightening and strengthening the body.

Although he is not as young as a weak crown, and his appearance and demeanor, he has the demeanor of a dignified and handsome nobleman. When a silver sword is drawn in his hand, it seems that he is practicing cutting the sky, and his moves are vicious and vicious, specializing in the flaws that Hu Yanfeng deliberately exposed.

Hu Yanfeng was wearing a dark green long gown with narrow sleeves, his hair was tied up to his waist, and he only held a wax plum branch sword in his hand.

The two fought for a long time, and the young man's strength was exhausted, his fair face gradually flushed, his breath became chaotic, and his sword moves were no longer as regular and orderly as before.

From bottom to top, Hu Yanfeng picked the wintersweet branch obliquely, and with a soft clang, the silver sword came out from the young man's hand, turned into a windmill in mid-air, and finally pierced into the fake mountain in the distance with a ding.

The young man supported his knees with both hands, gasping for breath, beads of sweat oozing from his blushing cheeks, wet his bangs, he said angrily again: "No more beatings! Father won't let me either."

Hu Yanfeng put the wintersweet branch on the stone table beside him, straightened the bangs that were stained on the boy's cheek, took the brocade handkerchief from the guard, and wiped the sweat off his face carefully.

The young man's angry expression gradually improved, and Hu Yanfeng said: "If the end is as good as the beginning, there will be nothing wrong. If you don't return, you shouldn't let go."

That young man was Hu Bugui, at this moment his face showed embarrassment, and he said in a low voice: "I know I was wrong, but it's a pity that I can't inherit my father's innate martial arts, I'm afraid that I won't be able to match my father in the end of my life..."

He spoke sourly, but Hu Bugui still frowned, looked at this pampered young man, and after a while, finally let out a chuckle, raised his hand to rub his head, and said softly: "Entering the Tao with martial arts, there is no one in ten thousand, all Depends on chance. Immortal journey is difficult and dangerous, eternal life is hard to find, and you will never return. I have a monstrous ability and can protect your life smoothly. You just need to practice hard and do your best, and everything will be your father in the future."

Hu Bugui slapped away the hand he was wiping with the brocade handkerchief, and snorted coldly: "I am a majestic man, how can I live on the shadow of my ancestors, is it not to be underestimated? My father is a hero of the world, and the tiger father naturally has no dogs. , look at me in the future."

Hu Yanfeng's long and narrow eyes slowly drooped, his eyelids were half-covered, and he repeated in a low voice: "Unrivaled, hero?"

In the man's deep voice, there was endless sarcasm, endless ridicule.

After a long time, he finally laughed out loud, his eyes were as dark as mountains and rain, and he looked towards the sky.

Hu Bugui finally noticed something strange, stepped forward and took Hu Yanfeng's arm, and called out blankly: "Father, what did you say wrong?"

Before Hu Yanfeng could answer, he raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and turned his head to look at the vermilion hanging flower gate at the entrance of the back garden.

But after a while, a messenger in Qiongying's armor rushed into the Chuihua Gate, and saw Hu Yanfeng waiting for him, he was slightly taken aback, then knelt on one knee on the cobbled path, clasped his fists and said: "My lord, Mr. Mo is back, and is waiting for the prince's message in the study."

Hu Yanfeng said: "Mr. Mo is exhausted from the journey, so there is no need to bother, the king will go to see him."

Hu Bugui's eyes were also wide open, and he rushed out from behind Hu Yanfeng, and said happily, "Mr. Mo is back? Take me to see him!"

He was about to run out, but Hu Yanfeng raised his hand to stop the young man, and said: "No, I have important discussions with Mr. Mo, and I will play with you some other day."

Hu Bugui had no choice but to agree.

Hu Yanfeng led the crowd out of the back garden in strides, leaving only the silver-robed boy and a few guards and servants.

Hu Bugui was dejected, and sat on the stone bench under the wintersweet tree with his robe lifted, stepped on the edge of the stone bench with his chin resting on his knee, and said in frustration, "Uncle Liang, why does father always dislike me?"

The good uncle he called was Li Liang, the only remaining one of the four bodyguards who fought against Zhanlong in the past.

Thirteen years have passed, and the young soldiers who used to be high-spirited and vigorous, are now close to no doubt, and they were hit by the enemy's evil spell on the battlefield, which hurt their roots.Although there are immortal medicines to treat her, she appears to be harmless on the outside, but inside she is already dying and cannot stand the torture any longer.At first glance, his face is wrinkled and his hair is grizzled, and he is actually older than Hu Yanfeng.Hu Yanfeng was grateful to him for many years, so he was relieved of his military post and accepted him into the palace as a caretaker.

When Li Liang heard this, he just sighed in a low voice. General Qiongyingjiang knew that Hu Yanfeng kept Xia Yuanzhao's son by his side.

It's just that everyone has been cursed with a soul-sealing soul spell, no matter what they say or write, or hints euphemistically, if they want to tell others about it, they will immediately suffer a lot of pain and bleed to death from their seven orifices.

Therefore, in the past 13 years and seven months, Hu Bugui only regarded himself as the blood relative of the prince, and all his admiration and admiration were pinned on Hu Yanfeng.

Li Liang smiled bitterly, lowered his gray-haired head, and said in a hoarse voice: "My lord has lost all his concubines these years, and he just wants to raise his son to adulthood and succeed him as King Yizhao smoothly. After a lot of painstaking efforts, your son must not accept it." Let down."

Hu Bugui snorted and said, "I'm a legitimate son, no matter how many siblings my father has, he can't surpass me. Father... must like my mother very much."

The young man's domineering eyes darkened slightly, then he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Uncle Liang, have you ever seen my mother?"

Li Liangxin said, I've seen it before, but it's just an ordinary concubine in the palace.In fact, he didn't dare to respond, he just shook his head ambiguously, and said, "Maybe Mr. Mo has seen it."

Hu Bugui immediately sat up straight, but did not yell to see Mr. Mo, but said indifferently: "I'm tired, let's go back to the room."

Immediately, a group of servants and guards surrounded him and escorted the prince back to his room.

Hu Bugui strode into the room, but drove out all the maidservants and servants in the room, then took off his shoes and jumped on the bed, and took out a Qiankun Ring from the dark cabinet beside the bed.

After searching for a while, the boy smiled and said in a low voice, "I found it."

Then he took out a big yellow conch, and listened carefully on the conch's mouth.

This conch is a treasure used to inquire about news. Hu Bugui hid another conch in his study, so when he put his ear close to the conch, he heard the faint voices of Mr. Mo and Hu Yanfeng came.

But Mr. Mo sighed and said: "... 40 battle spirits, the gods can't control it, the prince is careful."

Hu Yanfeng sneered and said: "Do you have to let it go? Tell me, what is the current situation in Changning Prefecture?"

Mr. Mo pondered, and after a long while he said helplessly, "When the unitary hour passes, every family will close their doors."

Hu Yanfeng said in a deep voice: "As Mr. Mo saw, even though the 40 Aegis of Protecting the Nation turned into ghosts, they still kept their duties in mind. Once the unitary hour passed, they patrolled the whole city, but if there were any abnormalities, they would be killed without mercy. It's a pity— —”

It's a pity that in the eyes of War Soul, the living are threats, and living things are abnormal.

Therefore, in the past few months, the people of Changning Prefecture have suffered countless deaths and injuries. The prefect of Changning invited Yongchang Guoshi, but they were all killed by the war spirit.Although the former Aegis of Protecting the Country wholeheartedly served the people, it unexpectedly became a disaster.

The source of everything is that Mr. Mo's spiritualism is not helpful.

Hu Yan was furious, slapped the table heavily, and reprimanded: "If you hadn't boasted about it, why would you have caused so many troubles?"

There was some grievance in Mr. Mo's voice: "My lord, I have seen you thinking about it day and night for 13 years in a lowly position, but my heart aches. I just tried my best to do it... Is it a lowly position."

The room was quiet for a long time before Hu Yanfeng snorted and laughed, "I've waited for 13 years, so why not take a little longer... Forget it, take the soul-gathering banner, and I will go collect the soul."

There was a bang, as if someone had knocked over the table and chairs, and then Mr. Mo said anxiously: "My lord! No way, although you have a half-step golden core body, you are still using martial arts to enter the Tao and build a foundation with your body. You must not Fight against evil things! If you make a mistake, your soul will fly away!"

Hu Bugui was listening intently, when suddenly Hu Yanfeng let out a cold snort, which immediately exploded in his ears.

The young man knew that this small mechanism had been discovered, so he jumped off the bed, hurriedly opened the door, and shouted to the accompanying servant who was waiting outside: "Follow me to the study!"

Hu Yanfeng crushed the conch hidden under the chair and threw it away, and slowly wiped his fingers, his face cloudy and uncertain.

Standing behind him was Mr. Mo, a middle-aged scholar with an unremarkable appearance. He wore a mouse-gray gown, and his expression was neither humble nor overbearing. He just calmly said: "My lord, please think about your son. You must think twice about summoning souls."

Hu Yanfeng suddenly laughed and said: "It's simple, if ten national teachers are not enough, then arrest a hundred, if a hundred is not enough, then gather a thousand—come!" He raised his voice and called: "Bring me the Purple Crystal Order. "But he didn't want to think about it, ten continents and three kingdoms, where can there be so many national teachers at his disposal.

As soon as these words came out, the calm Mr. Mo was also moved, and hurriedly stepped forward and called out: "General! How noble is the Zijing Order, how can it be used for such trivial matters?" He was in a hurry, and called out The old name of Hu Yanfeng was changed.

Hu Yanfeng sneered and said: "This king said it's a big deal, if it's not used now, when will it be?"

The guards outside the door hesitated for a moment, and when they were about to take a step, a strong wind came over their heads, but it was the domesticated Qingpeng bird.

A silver figure leaped down from Pengniao's back, it was His Royal Highness, and said loudly, "Father, I want to go to Changning Prefecture with you!"

The guard breathed a sigh of relief, stopped in front of Hu Bugui, bowed his head and said, "My lord, the prince is discussing with Mr. Mo..."

The door opened at this moment, and Hu Yanfeng leaned on the chair of the Eight Immortals, and lazily said: "Let him in."

Hu Bugui's eyes were sharp, so he saw a pile of conch chips in the corner of the study, but he still braced himself and walked into the study, and kneeled in front of Hu Yanfeng with his clothes lifted, and said solemnly: "Father, please take the child to Changning Prefecture. "

Thousands of miles away from Qiongying, in the deep mountains and rivers, there was a young man in a black shirt like ink, who also knelt in front of Zhan Changsheng, and said stubbornly: "Daddy, if you don't take me out of the valley, I won't be able to kneel forever."

Zhan Changsheng sat in the Pixiu Fuyun chair in the meeting hall, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he only stared at him coldly.

But the young man opened his eyes wide and stared at him, refusing to back down.

Now that Xia Tongsheng is getting older, his childishness is fading away, and his face is more and more similar to his father. In a few years, he will be a handsome young man again.

Naturally, he was inferior to Zhan Long, but who in this world could stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhan Long?

When Zhan Changsheng came back to his senses, he was shocked to realize that he was comparing Zhanlong with others, he was stunned for a while, and raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Zhanlong's divine sense is so overbearing, but in just over three months, he has refined millions of souls into soul soldiers.He heard the news from Zhang Yi a few days ago, so he decided to go to Changning to take back all the 40 battle spirits. Unexpectedly, after Xia Tongsheng found out, he kept pestering him.

Presumably Xia Yuanzhao was also among those 40 battle spirits, and he wanted to let the father and son meet...

Zhan Changsheng sighed unconsciously: "Forget it...it's time, you need to make a contract with me for three chapters when you go out of the valley."

Xia Tongsheng was overjoyed immediately, stood up, and was about to throw himself into Changsheng's arms, shouting, "Daddy is the best!"

Suddenly an arm stretched out from the slanting stab, and took Zhan Changsheng away from where he was.Xia Tongsheng flinched and fell straight into the chair.

Zhan Long just showed up, and he sneered coldly: "If I don't pay attention, you will want to flirt with others."

Xia Tongsheng got up from the chair, did not complain, just stood obediently, clasped his fists, and bowed to Zhanlong, "See Master Bomo, Master Bomo wants to play a joke on this junior, and this junior is just talking to his father."

But Zhan Changsheng only felt his body soaring into the air, and being carried on Zhan Long's shoulders, feeling helpless and embarrassed for a moment, he said in a low voice: "Brother, how can you talk nonsense with Xia Tongsheng?"

Zhanlong squinted his long and narrow eyes like a knife, glanced at him coldly, and said: "In two years, this little cub will be of mating age."

After all, Magic Gun lacks human nature, and has no taboos of ethics and discipline in his heart, so he is not pleasing to anyone, and wishes to lock Zhan Chang's birthday in a cage and keep people away.

Zhan Changsheng was furious for a while, so he had to cover Zhanlong's mouth again and said angrily: "It's nonsense, how can you say this in front of Tongsheng...don't lick my palm!"

Xia Tongsheng sighed slightly, turned a blind eye to those two, and walked out of the meeting hall.