Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is half a year.

In the past six months, Li Zicheng defeated Sun Chuanting in Jiaxian, and then led his army south, captured Xiangyang, proclaimed himself the king of Xinshun, and renamed Xiangyang as Xiangjing.

If Emperor Chongzhen can make a decision and move the capital to Nanjing, he may be able to keep the southern half of the wall, and reproduce the situation of the Southern Song Dynasty and the Northern Jin Dynasty.

It's a pity that Emperor Chongzhen was stubborn and self-serving, paying attention to face, and counting on the ministers in the court to ask three or four times, so that he could find a step and push the black pot that lost the capital and the north on these ministers.

It's just that over the years, Emperor Chongzhen has killed ministers at every turn, and the officials in the capital have been centrifuged, just waiting for the change of dynasty to be loyal to the new master. No one wants to bear the blame for the emperor.

At this time, it was February of the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, the weather was cold, there were snowflakes faintly floating in the air, even at noon, there was not much temperature, and several maids wrapped in thick cotton clothes shuttled in the pavilion.

Two teams of elite armor soldiers acted as escorts, constantly patrolling the mansion. The originally empty mansion is now more solemn. Several servants walked towards a room carrying a wooden barrel, and there was a faint smell of spicy medicinal herbs from the barrel.

When the men put the barrels away, two more maids brought hot water, which quickly filled most of the barrels, and the misty heat spread out in all directions.

Call!

Feng Yuan was wearing a strong suit, his forehead was sweaty, his face was ruddy, and his complexion was many times better than half a year ago, and he strode over, and the maid and servant hurriedly bowed his head and saluted.

"Change!"

Throwing the sweat towel in his hand aside, Feng Yuan came to the side of the wooden barrel, stretched out his hands, and the two maids who were quite pretty hurriedly stepped forward, their pretty faces were slightly red, and they served Feng Yuan in a wide coat.

Habits are slowly formed, from the world of gods to now, it has been more than half a year, Feng Yuan has long been accustomed to the life of brocade clothes and jade food, and people serve.

However, Feng Yuan did not immerse himself in it, and he did not forget the purpose of his coming to this world.

In the past six months or so, in addition to directing Jiang Yingjie, Gu Rujin and others to recruit people to train soldiers, he has spent most of his time on practice.

Every day, a large amount of money was spent, and a large amount of medicinal materials to replenish qi, blood and vitality were bought to assist in cultivation, and after practicing, he also practiced his body according to the prescription offered by a master who was proficient in external skills.

With these, Feng Yuan's Heavenly Xuangong is also a thousand miles in a day, his qi and blood are becoming more and more vigorous, and his qi strength is also several times stronger than before.

Now with his own strength, coupled with his constant practice of knife skills, he can easily deal with a few good players like Zhang Dahong.

Thump!

Feng Yuan burrowed into the bathtub, and immediately felt numb all over his body, and the medicinal power in the hot water was like a tiny electric current, constantly swimming throughout his body, and every time he walked, his muscles were slightly strengthened.

In the world of the gods, there are three great realms for mortal generals, and when they cultivate to the third level, they can become heavenly realm generals who compete with immortals.

However, the division of these three great realms is too crude, and Hun Tian Xuangong has made a subdivision in the three major realms.

Starting from the first level, step by step, as long as you continue to cultivate according to the method of Xuan Gong, plus enough elixir supplements, even if you are an average person with average qualifications, you can always cultivate to the seventh level and step into the level of a heavenly realm god general.

The first three aspects of Xuan Gong are to use the ground carrying boxing method, a method of exercising and strengthening the body, and constantly temper the muscles, bones, qi and blood in all parts of the body, so that people have the power to carry the tripod.

Train muscles, strengthen bones, and quench internal organs. Among them, practicing muscles and muscles is the first weight of Xuangong.

As the medicinal power continued to absorb, Feng Yuan's skin became red. About an hour later, the muscles and muscles all over his body suddenly jumped, and a wave of qi and blood filled his body.

Rumble!

Feng Yuan was like a furnace at this time, he suddenly got up, the water splashed, his face showed a hint of joy, clenched his right fist, and swung forward, suddenly making a dull whistling sound.

"After half a year, I finally came back from practicing the first level of the Heavenly Xuangong!"

The muscles and muscles of the whole body are strengthened, and at least hundreds of catties of strength are the signs of the first level of Xuangong's cultivation, and only by exercising the body to this extent can you withstand the next step of cultivation. Avoid the occurrence of things that hurt the body if you fail to practice.

After the breakthrough of cultivation, Feng Yuan wiped his body casually, put on a cold-proof suit, and immediately ran towards the martial arts training ground opened up in the backyard. Be prepared to see how much strength you have enhanced.

At this time, it happened that Gu Rujin came with Zhang Dahong and a few people.

Now the few people around Feng Yuan, Jiang Yingjie is specially responsible for training the family Ding Shishu, and most of the time he stays in the Zhuangzi bought outside the city.

In the process of constantly training according to Qi Jiguang's military book, Jiang Yingjie has also grown from a guard leader to a general who can train and go into battle.

Although it can't be compared with those famous generals who are proficient in strategy and good at amazing skills, in the era of the late Ming Dynasty, it can come in handy.

And Gu Rujin became the chief administrator of the county king's mansion. is responsible for all kinds of miscellaneous affairs in the house, among which the good hands in the rivers and lakes recruited by Feng Yuan are all under his command.

Counting up, there are now more than a dozen Jianghu masters who have taken refuge in the Junwangfu, but most of them are ordinary experts, and there is only one person who can be called a master of the Jianghu.

"Little Prince......"

Gu Rujin seemed to have something to report, and after seeing Feng Yuan, he immediately brought Zhang Dahong and Sun Qi over.

"Haha, a few of you came just in time!"

Feng Yuan had just broken through the first level of Xuan Gong, and he was in a good mood, so he hurriedly beckoned everyone to follow him.

"My kung fu has made a little progress today, and I am looking for a few practitioners, Brother Gu, if it is not an urgent matter, I will wait until I have a few hands!"

Hearing this, Gu Rujin groaned, stopped talking, and followed Feng Yuan to the martial arts training ground with everyone.

"I don't know if the little prince wants to practice fists and feet or swordsmanship?"

After coming to the martial arts training ground, Zhang Dahong stepped forward and asked.

After taking refuge in Feng Yuan for more than half a year, Feng Yuan did not shy away from it when he practiced martial arts, and they all knew that Feng Yuan liked to practice martial arts, and he was proficient in fists and feet. That's why I asked.

"Try your fists and kicks first!"

Feng Yuan walked to the middle of the martial arts training ground, Zhang Dahong was more outstanding in fist and foot kung fu among these people, and he was not polite at the moment, he stepped forward directly and came to the opposite side.

"The villain is offended!"

After Zhang Dahong bowed his hand, he let out a low shout, and made a move "Spirit Ape Offering Fruit", his body was smart, and his right fist bombarded Feng Yuan's body with a strong wind sound.

After serving in Fengyuan Mansion for more than half a year, Zhang Dahong has made many moves with other good players in the rivers and lakes who have taken refuge, and after some tempering, his arm fist has become more and more powerful. The strength has increased by at least two percent compared to before.

"Good!"

Feng Yuan left a part of his strength, and also used a move to meet the arm fist, and between the flow of qi and blood, a strong and incomparable vigorous force surged, and with a bang, Zhang Dahong's fist was swinged, and then turned the fist into a palm and pressed it on the opponent's chest.

Disheveled!

With a muffled sound, Zhang Dahong didn't expect that the little prince in front of him actually had such divine power, and he was suddenly pushed back more than a dozen steps by a palm, and almost rolled to the ground.

This is also thanks to Feng Yuan's observation of the boxing skills of these martial artists in the courtyard, and he has a lot of understanding of fist and foot kung fu, and he can stop his strength at a critical time, otherwise, Feng Yuan's palm can break his two rows of ribs.

"What a lot of strength!"

Several masters of the rivers and lakes watching the battle next to them saw this scene and immediately showed a few drops of cold sweat. They knew Zhang Dahong's strength, and secretly thought that even if they fought with the little prince, they were afraid that it would be the result of defeat in one move.

"It's not enough!

Feng Yuan wanted to experience the power of new growth, so he kept moving, and with a circle of his hand, he circled Sun Qi and Cui Wanfu into the moves.

Several people glanced at each other, and they all let out a low shout, and each used their best kung fu to besiege Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan laughed, his fists were like halberd axes, his strength was strong, and any move could tear the air, so that several good players in the rivers and lakes did not dare to dodge it hard.

"Sure enough, officially stepping into the first level of Xuangong will at least increase my strength by fifty percent!"

Before stepping into the first level of Xuangong, Feng Yuan could deal with several good players with his strength and sword skills, but it was not so easy to defeat or kill the opponent.

Now, he can easily beat these good players to death with a random move. Fifty percent of his strength doesn't seem to have risen much, but in fact, his strength has increased by more than five times compared to before.