Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 2
"Lord Hou, King Mang's army of millions is approaching, and Emperor Jing summoned you into the palace, but wants you to lead the army in the Northern Expedition?"

In Yinwu Pavilion, in an antique study room, Qiu Tianhai, the chief steward of the Hou Mansion, lowered his head, fixed his cloudy eyes on the toes protruding from the bottom of his robe, and asked respectfully.

"Bei Mang went south to harass our Dazhou border this time. Although the arrogance and unkindness came, there were 80 frontier troops to resist. The emperor has ordered the left army governor Fu Xinyong to go to the Great Wall in the north!"

At the top of the study, a middle-aged man dressed in a golden python robe and a purple gold crown sat firmly behind the desk, his tone indifferent: "The emperor called me into the palace tonight, actually there is another reason!"

He has jet-black hair, thick eyebrows like swords, and sharp-edged face like knives and axes. He has a majestic and mighty power that cannot be disobeyed.

In the long and narrow eyes, there is a flash of light, as if there is a monstrous killing array composed of thousands of swords and guns.

Just sitting quietly, but it gives people a kind of oppression and calmness of Mount Tai.

This person is the Great General of the Fu Kingdom of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Minister of the Ministry of War, Grand Master of Zhongji Temple, Dazhu Kingdom, Marquis of Zhenwu, and Jiang Shirong.

"Another reason?"

Qiu Tianhai was slightly taken aback, this year, the northern mang is very cold, the mang plain is full of starvation, and thousands of tribes of the mang tribe are at the end of their rope.

Millions of cavalry headed south fiercely, just to give the mang clan's old, young, wives and daughters a chance to survive.

Even the Great Wall of the North, which spreads three thousand miles to the north, can hardly hold back the brave and fierce men of the Northern Mang.

At such a critical juncture, Emperor Jing summoned Zhen Wuhou to enter the palace at night, and did not discuss the invasion of Beimang. Could there be anything more important than this?

"Pandi's remains hidden in the imperial treasure house were stolen last night!" Jiang Shirong said in shocking words.

"What, Pandi's remains were stolen!"

Qiu Tianhai's face changed suddenly, he raised his head suddenly, and said in surprise: "Pandi is the last person who is expected to reach the other shore in the Middle Ages. It is said that his bones hide the true meaning of shattering the void. As long as you can understand it, you can transcend life and death. , into a deity.

How could such a strange object be stolen? Who could enter the royal treasure house?The bones are stolen, and the world will be in chaos again! "

"This matter, Emperor Jing already has the answer in his heart. The person who stole the bones of Emperor Pan is probably the nine-tailed fox king Yunxi, one of the twelve great demon kings in the world. Tianhai, I will leave Shengjing soon, and I need you to to deal with..."

Just as Jiang Shirong was about to say something, a bright and high-spirited youthful voice wafted from outside the courtyard, and the gallantry and vigor in the poems made him slightly taken aback.

"It's Mr. Li, he's been waiting outside for a while, do you want to see Lord Hou?"

Qiu Tianhai said in a low voice: "He should have come here to cultivate Confucianism!"

"If you want to chase Qingqi away, the bow and knives will be covered with snow. Is this his poem?"

Jiang Shirong recited a poem lightly, his calm eyes could not help but shake a little, with a hint of anger flickering.

"What is he doing to see him? After reading classics and classics for more than ten years, his mind is so arrogant and blind. What did he want to say when he wrote this poem? Said that I trapped him? What ability does he have to lead troops to kill the enemy and show off Great plan! If you don’t read the scriptures of the sages, learn the principles of self-cultivation, self-cultivation, and governance of the country and the people, and show off poetry all day without knowing what it means, what great things can you become in the future!”

Jiang Shirong flicked his sleeves in displeasure, and was about to order the soldiers outside the door to expel Jiang Li, when the long and narrow eyes that were originally half-closed suddenly opened, and the light burst out, and the room was filled with electricity, as bright as day.

"Little Yin God, you dare to make trouble in Wuhou's Mansion in my town, how brave you are!"

A majestic aura like the sea erupted from Jiang Shirong's demon-like body. He stomped his right foot on the ground and punched out. The power combined with the endless fist spirit directly broke through the void and appeared outside the courtyard of Yinwu Pavilion in an instant.

"Hee hee, what a young man, the little bastards of the Great Zhou Qin Tianjian are chasing me closely, you and I have a good temper, let me use your body and yang energy!"

Outside the courtyard of the Yinwu Pavilion, there was a cloudy atmosphere, and a ghost with disheveled hair flew out of the snow, made a strange smile, and rushed towards Jiang Li.

It floated all the way, half of its body was above the snow, and the other half of its body was still underground, but where it passed, the snow was flat, leaving no trace.

"It's really a ghost!"

Jiang Li was shocked, and instinctively wanted to back away, but he stood in the cold wind for two hours, his body was already frozen stiff, his hands and feet couldn't be controlled at all, and he fell directly on the snow.

He could only watch helplessly as this ghost, which looked no different from the flesh of a living person, pulled out his lower body from the snow, rushed into his body with a whoosh, and disappeared.

"what"

In an instant, Jiang Li felt as if he had fallen into a deep ice cellar, or appeared on an ice field where the wind was howling, and his soul was surrounded by hissing and wailing voices.

I couldn't tell if it was the heart-piercing screams or the whimpering wind.

Jiang Li's eyes can still see. On both sides of the high wall and deep alley outside Yinwu Pavilion, lamps one person tall are full of oil and stand along the wall, shining brightly, illuminating the scene and things in his field of vision clearly, but he has a A feeling of falling into endless darkness.

Like drowning in water, my mind gradually blurred, and my five senses and six senses began to fall into silence.

"Hey, you are...interesting and interesting, the mansion of Marquis Wu in Zhenwu actually has the blood of this family flowing!
"No wonder you are dressed in such shabby clothes, but you have no foundation in martial arts in the Marquis' mansion. The heirs of Marquis Zhenwu actually have such a bloodline. It seems that the rumors 17 years ago are actually true..."

Vaguely, Jiang Li heard his own voice talking, but he obviously didn't make any sound.

"Yin God, get out of Young Master Jiang Li's body!"

"Although he is not loved by the Marquis, the blood of the Jiang family flows through his body after all, and he cannot be desecrated by ghosts!"

Outside the courtyard of Yinwu Pavilion, four soldiers in silver heavy armor stood with knives in their hands. They were immediately alert when the ghost appeared, but before they could act, Jiang Li's body was already taken over by the ghost.

They shouted with knives, but they didn't dare to strike lightly, for fear of hurting Jiang Li's body.

"Hee hee, although you have a low status, you are the heir of Marquis Zhenwu after all, so it doesn't matter what they do, I have a little more chance of winning if I want to escape from Shengjing City."

"Jiang Li" let out a burst of strange laughter, and his body floated from the snow. He glanced disdainfully at the four late-stage soldiers of the fifth-level giant of the martial arts, and wanted to fly up.

"Oh……"

The next moment, an unexpected scream came from "Jiang Li", and the ghost that had just penetrated into his body fell out for some reason.

"What's in your body that swallowed up all my spiritual thoughts!"

The ghost fell out of Jiang Li's body, terrified, the originally solid body of the ghost was now as transparent as a mist, vain and fluffy, and could be blown away by a gust of wind.

It opened its mouth to scream, but Jiang Shirong's punch also broke through the space in the study room hundreds of meters away, and directly hit Yin Hun's body.

There was a loud bang, within a radius of several hundred meters, the snow on the ground was blown away, and half of the town's Wuhou mansion trembled.

After a breath, when the snowflakes fall again, there is still half a shadow of the ghost.

"What happened!"

Jiang Li struggled to sit up from the ground, and his headache was about to split, as if a lot of things had been stuffed into his head, it swelled violently.

He shook his head vigorously, and when the feeling of dizziness disappeared, he opened his eyes, only to see snowflakes whirling in the air.

The ghost that was going to occupy his physical body has long since disappeared.

"Young Master Li, are you alright?"

An abrupt voice sounded from behind, and Jiang Li looked back, but there was a thin and short old man standing in the snow, looking at him expressionlessly.

The old man was thin and small, but he wore an extremely large black robe, which was empty and strange, especially his silver hair, which was whiter than the snowflakes falling from the sky.

"Boss Qiu, I'm fine, where's that ghost just now?"

Jiang Li stood up from the ground. He recognized the old man in front of him. He was the chief steward of Marquis Zhenwu Mansion. He had been with Jiang Shirong for decades. He was trusted and had a high status. Even Jiang Shirong's descendants saw Qiu Tianhai Be polite.

Moreover, unlike other housekeepers in the mansion, Qiu Tianhai always had the same expression on everyone, and he never showed any impatience or contempt towards Jiang Li.

"That thing is not a ghost, it's just the yin spirit of a cultivator, who thought that he would be able to rule the world when he reached the Duoshe state, and break into the Hou's mansion where the bloody masculinity gathers.

"But under Lord Hou's boxing spirit, unless it is a ghost fairy who transcends life and death, any ghost will be scattered!"

Qiu Tianhai said: "Master Hou already knows your reason for coming, but he doesn't want to see you right now, he just wants you to study at ease. When can you really cultivate your mind, it won't be too late to talk about other things!"

As he said that, he looked at Jiang Li whose cotton coat was soaked in snow water, frowned slightly and said, "Half a year ago, Lord Hou went hunting with His Majesty in the west mountains and brought back the best snow deerskin. A young lady made a leather jacket to keep out the cold... It must be that the garment workshop was negligent, and the old slave went to remind the young master!"

As Qiu Tianhai spoke, he turned around slowly and walked in one direction, when an old voice floated backwards: "This old slave sends you back to the courtyard!"

"You know why I'm here, but you don't want to see me!"

Jiang Li didn't hear what Qiu Tianhai said behind him. He stared blankly at the majestic eaves of the Yinwu Pavilion behind the towering blue wall. He didn't expect that after standing all night in the cold winter, what he was waiting for was Jiang Shirong's scolding and scolding!

Cultivate your mind?
No matter in his previous life or after his rebirth, he was treated indifferently by his father, and he was deliberately targeted by He Lou for more than ten years. Even a saint can't be calm!

It's not too late?

Regardless of martial arteries, qi arteries, or Confucianism and Taoism, the earlier the better.

After the corresponding age, even the talents of heaven will be buried.

It's not too late to say when!
Since it's not too late, why did Jiang Shirong's other dozens of descendants, regardless of gender, character, or qualifications, hire famous teachers and Confucians since they were two or three years old to teach them to read, pass on martial arts and cultivate themselves!
And I can only guard a pile of old books and suffer in the simple courtyard!
If you don't want face, you can say it so righteously and full of reason!
"That's fine, I only remember my mother's kindness. Today, Jiang Shirong broke my last thought. In the future, whether I am powerful or fall into the dust, it has nothing to do with this Marquis Mansion and you, Jiang Shirong!"

Jiang Li took a deep breath, straightened his back, and strode away without looking back.

(End of this chapter)