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In the twelfth year of the Marquis of Wei (the eighth year of King Zhao of Zhou), the eighteenth day of August, outside the city of Wu'an. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wei Hou was about to return, and the entire Wu'an City was alarmed, and the most prominent performance was the officials in Wu'an City.

No, they arranged manpower early, and at a place thirty miles east of Wu'an City from the city, they used yellow sand to pad the road and decorate all the way.

Even the big tree that has been on the road twice is also wrapped with ribbons, which are silk made by Wei.

When the king returned to the dynasty in victory, he naturally wanted to make it more festive and lively, which was not only to cater to the Marquis of Wei, but also to political needs.

This kind of great victory, which is related to the fortunes of the country, naturally needs to be written in a big way.

This is not only for the people to show them and make them full of confidence in their country, but also to show the princes and let them understand the strength of the Wei State.

Anyway, as far as Wei Wuji is concerned, this is too luxurious along the way, and the luxury is a bit wasteful.

It was still morning, the sun had just come out, and the weather was not very hot.

Standing on this small hill, Wei Wuji had been there for nearly an hour.

As the son of Wei, he was also asked to come here to welcome the return of his father.

Wei Wuji had been standing for a long time, and his legs had begun to get sore, but when he saw Wei Jingrong next to him with an uncomfortable face, he couldn't help but feel much better.

"I don't know when my father will arrive!" Wei Jingrong sighed and said, on weekdays, he stood like this for nearly two hours, and few people could withstand it.

Wei Wuji, these young people are okay, and those elderly officials have already asked for a slight support at this time.

But Wei Wuji will not have any sympathy for these people, because it is those old things that cause all this.

It would have been possible to arrive late, but they had to rush early and stand here.

After scolding in his heart, Wei Wuji said to Wei Jingrong on the side, "Fourth brother, don't worry, my father may be here soon!" ”

Hearing this, Wei Jingrong almost didn't faint, but he didn't have a good breath, "Old Five, you've said this three times, but my father still hasn't shown up." ”

Wei Wuji was speechless for a moment, how could this guy be more serious, and he casually said it to comfort him.

"Fourth brother, then what do you want me to say!" Wei Wuji spread his hands and said helplessly.

Wei Jingrong was also stunned, he also said casually, this guy can't be more serious.

"Alas! Do you think my father will be kept by the county guard again, and then he will have to delay for a long time! Wei Jingrong sighed, his legs were really a little sore, but he couldn't sit down.

"How is this possible, all the princes of the court are waiting here, there won't be such a thing!" Wei Wuji said in a deep voice.

At this time, his eyes were looking at the center of the entire team, where were the prime minister, Tingwei and other senior officials, and of course, the senior military attachés who stayed behind, such as Xu Anhong.

Wei Wuji and the others are now standing in the sect's train, but they are on the side of the courtiers.

"You guys, shut your mouths!"

Just as Wei Jingrong was about to speak, another young man standing with them opened his mouth and scolded.

"Third brother, let's talk to the two brothers, what's the matter with you?" Wei Jingrong looked dissatisfied and scolded the person beside him.

Being confronted by his younger brother, the young man's anger suddenly surged, and his eyes turned cold.

Wei Wuji shook his head slightly, this special way is rare and quiet.

Standing next to Wei Wuji and the others was Wei Jianlin, the third son of Wei, who was also his elder brother.

The entire clan team was most respected by the three Wei Wuji brothers, and the three of them were respected by Wei Jianlin.

Being confronted by someone in such a situation, the anger in Wei Jianlin's heart can be imagined.

"Fourth, don't be too crazy, don't think I can't clean you up!" Wei Jianlin's tone was cold, and he threatened in a low voice.

Seeing this scene, Wei Wuji couldn't help laughing, it was really Gong Dou's routine!

Seeing Wei Wuji laughing, Wei Jianlin's anger became even worse. It's no wonder that he is angry, and if he is ignored by his younger brother, no one will be in a good mood.

"Old Five, what are you laughing at, do you think that you have made some contributions, and I don't even care about my brother!" Wei Jianlin said coldly, he wants to maintain his brother's majesty.

"What the third brother said, how dare the younger brother be disrespectful to the third brother." Wei Wuji said in a calm tone.

This third child's background is extremely extraordinary, his mother is the daughter of the Wu'an family, and his background is not even worse than Mrs. Wei, but there is a difference between the front and the side.

So Wei Wuji didn't want to be too offended, because it was really unnecessary, but he was definitely not afraid of him, he didn't even frighten Wei Chengze.

"Humph!" Wei Jianlin snorted coldly, and then stopped talking. His anger was also targeted, he really scolded Wei Jingrong, but it was a temptation for Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji, who was unknown before, now has a great reputation in Wu'an City, from the princes and nobles to the peddlers and pawns, as if they all knew him at once.

In particular, those classic battles are the most talked about by the people in the market.

In the upper echelons of Wu'an City, Wei Wuji's short-tempered personality was better known, and his behavior of drawing his sword at the slightest disagreement made them shake their heads even more.

And now, according to Wei Jianlin's observation, his younger brother is really not simple, he should be hard or hard, and he should be soft when he is soft, and he is by no means a reckless man.

This judgment made Wei Jianlin feel vigilant, and he made Wei Wuji's weight a little heavier in his heart.

For Wei Jianlin, the previous opponent was only Wei Chengze.

The rest, the eldest is far away in Qi country, and he doesn't know if he can come back alive, and the fourth is drunk on pleasure and has nothing to fear.

But now, Wei Wuji suddenly appeared, giving him a sense of crisis.

But in the same way, Wei Jianlin also saw this as an opportunity in his heart, an opportunity to completely defeat Wei Chengze, and Wei Wuji would become a knife for him.

Just when the three of them were thinking differently, there was a commotion among the officials who greeted them again, and at the same time, smoke and dust billowed on the official road not far away.

"Jun Shang is back!" I don't know who roared somewhere, causing everyone to look sideways.

So Wei Jingrong, who had just quieted down, couldn't sit still, and shouted again, "It's finally here!" ”

Wei Wuji looked into the distance, and saw that the team in front of him was like a long dragon, crooking towards the welcoming team.

In anticipation, Wei Hou's team was getting closer and closer, and Wei Wuji had even seen Wei Hou's chariot and the majestic figure on the chariot.

"Playing music!"

The ceremonial officer shouted loudly, and suddenly the bells and drums rang out in unison, and the majestic and magnificent music rang out.

Wei Hou's team slowly approached, and around the chariot was a cavalry team of nearly a thousand people.

They are well-armored and gorgeous, and all of them are heroic and extraordinary, like heavenly soldiers in the divine realm.

It was the Prince's Guard, the most elite defense force in the Forbidden City, one of the sharpest swords in the hands of the Marquis of Wei.

At the beginning, Wei Hu led a small team of Junhou guards and arrested the two Wei Wuji brothers.

Seeing this team full of local tyrants, Wei Wuji couldn't help but smack his tongue, raising such a team, this is a lot of money!

But soon, Wei Wuji's eyes were drawn to another team.

There were a lot more of them, and Wei Wuji roughly estimated that it would be at least tens of thousands.

They were dressed in black armor, and their appearance was inferior to that of the Prince's Guard.

And when it comes to action, they are not as high-profile as before, except for the sound of neat steps, they do not say a word.

Based on their unique signs, Wei Wuji could easily tell who they were.

They are Wei Wushu!