The Jurchens in the north are ready to move, starting from the Yalu River in the south, the area around the Changbai Mountain, reaching the middle reaches of the Heilongjiang River in the north, and reaching the Sea of Japan in the east. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the Liao State divided and ruled it, it did not have much effect, and the border soldiers still bullied it too much after all, causing a backlash, and the Great Liao was like Qianyang, after a hundred years of rise and fall, after all, it was still a method of governing the country by emphasizing literature and suppressing military force.

That is to say, the power of the court is mostly on the literati, except for a few generals who hold military power, they are all controlled by the literati, there are many people in the rivers and lakes of Liao, and there are some masters, but war is never a matter of one person, or a few people.

Now there is a female Jin leader named Wanyan Aguta, who is unifying the Jurchen tribes, intending to unite the Jurchens with some ethnic minorities to resist the oppression of the Liao.

But the Liao people didn't take the Jurchens to heart after all, after all, a few small tribes, when they were cleaned up, not only the Liao people, even Qianyang, the rising Mongols also didn't take it seriously, but Fang Yun understood that the Jurchens in this poor country and bad water land were about to have a miracle.

That legend is that the Jurchen is full of invincible legends.

"Invincible?" Fang Yun touched his chin, after all, it was the history of the Song Dynasty, not the history of this Qianyang, if it didn't really appear, His Royal Highness the Prince still didn't believe it, the Jurchens here were also so violent.

The current Qianyang is still very stable, but there are some internal contradictions, as long as Tong Guan guards Yanjing, everything is fine.

But Tong Guan in history is really a bit of a pit, but at that time there were not so many veterans who could fight well, this time there were more than 100,000 soldiers in the sixteen states of Yanyun, if he couldn't hold it, it could only be said that where Qianyang's corruption system really went, it would collapse.

From the day Fang Yun held the sword, it has been a while now, and the Dragon Boat Festival is about to begin, and his injuries have long been healed, and what makes His Royal Highness the Prince happy is that there is no scar on his body.

Fang Yun's plan is to be a beautiful man quietly on the edge of the West Lake, during this time, the climate is getting warmer and warmer, and there are many beautiful ladies and talented women who come here to play, and many women have come a few times, all of them are going to His Royal Highness the Prince by the lake.

Recently, it has been rumored in Yuhang that there seems to be a demon spirit in the lake, turning into a handsome man, often dancing swords by the lake, like a fairy descending to earth, which makes many rich ladies think about it.

The output of refined salt was beyond ordinary people's expectations, and even King Yan and Zhuge Wuhou felt that Fang Yun's methods this time had become incredible, and they really didn't know where he got the secret recipe for refined salt.

Fang Yun's refined salt has two kinds, one is pure fine salt, which is much better looking and much finer than the fine salt on the market, and the other is much finer than coarse salt, but it is not refined salt.

So the refined salt of Yanwangfu opened the market very simply, the coarse salt is not coarse, but it is cheaper than the coarse salt on the market, and the fine salt is the same price as the fine salt on the market.

Fang Yun pursues the needs of ordinary people, don't think that coarse salt is sold cheaply, and the profit is less, with Fang Yun's production method, these coarse salt is simply no cost, and it makes much more than other salt merchants.

The people of Qianyang are not stupid, they naturally know which one is good and which one is bad, Fang Yun asked him to do a series of publicity, on the day of the opening of the salt shop, lion dances, firecrackers, and all kinds of juggling, which made people stunned.

Subsequently, a series of branches opened, which made the salt merchants in Hangzhou miserable, and the business came step by step, and the next step was to impact the salt merchant market in Zhejiang.

If ordinary businessmen dare to do this, it can only be said that their business is done, the energy of this group of salt merchants is definitely not small, everyone has some official background behind them, but if Yanwangfu does the business of salt merchants, they can endure it, anyway, although the output of people is not low, it does not occupy all the market, and there is a soup to drink.

Fang Yun also knew that although his background was big, he couldn't go too far, there were already many enemies in the Yan Wangfu, and if he sold some salt, wouldn't he invite a group of wolf cubs hidden in the shadows.

The dark silver sword in his hand, engraved with a large seal, has been recovered by himself, but Fang Yun's swordsmanship is not so outstanding, His Royal Highness the Prince found that he was not a genius in sword practice, and he has been a little depressed recently, but it is a pity that this good sword is gone.

But the old monk told him that although he didn't know how you realized the mystery of yin and yang, or who gave it to you, as long as you have perseverance in practicing swords, it won't be too bad.

Fang Yun also understood that practicing sword by himself was actually quite fast, but with only one month, it was still impossible to compare it with Taijiquan, which he had practiced for more than ten years.

During this period of time, in addition to playing swordsmanship, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is simply swinging the sword, stabbing the sword, practicing quasi-basic sword moves, practice makes perfect, day after day, year after year, even if it is a pig practicing for a thousand years, it will become fine.

It is conceivable how happy it is for a pig who can hold a sword, who has practiced swordsmanship for a thousand years, and then stands on the top of the mountain with a lonely and invincible face.

"Your Highness, why don't you practice swords today?" Xiao Yuwen was a little puzzled at Fang Yun, who was sitting under the tree, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is very diligent, why didn't he bring a sword today, just facing the West Lake, closing his eyes and meditating.

"Feel nature."

"What do you feel about nature?"

"Nature is the avenue of heaven and earth."

"Then what avenue did Your Highness perceive?"

His Royal Highness, who clenched his fists, opened his eyes and looked at the little bald donkey angrily: "Lao Tzu is really going to realize it, and he still needs to sit here, I just want to calm my mind, and I have been a little eager to practice swords recently." ”

"Hehe, Your Highness, I heard that the yin and yang mysteries of Taijiquan are very powerful, my master has said it, you teach me." Xiao Yuwen touched his bald head, it was very slippery and comfortable, no wonder others always touched it.

"No, I will realize it myself, this world will consolidate my cultivation today, and I don't have time to teach you."

"Cut, realize it yourself, and realize it yourself." Xiao Yuwen picked up the bamboo rod and went fishing, Xiaohong's size has increased recently, one and a half meters, whenever the little monk fishes, he will help him catch some fish.

Fang Yun's eyes were slightly closed and he glanced at him, his mood was a little unbeautiful, this little bald donkey didn't practice Buddhism very well, but Tai Chi was practiced very fast, and his cultivation speed was almost catching up with His Royal Highness the genius.

His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is also a little indignant, Lao Tzu practiced his sword so slowly, why are you so fast, Fang Yun has not practiced the Yijin Sutra yet, the main thing is that he can't chew too much, Fang Yun plans to study it again after a while, after all, the old monk said that you don't have any Buddha nature, and if you want to practice the Yijin Sutra, it is also a fool's dream, and you will definitely go crazy.

As for the marrow washing sutra that I have heard of, it is only a side copy of the Yijin Sutra, mainly for the cultivation of the Yijin Sutra to play an auxiliary role.

The old monk will naturally teach him, but although Fang Yun has a relationship with the Buddha, he is not proficient in Buddhism, his Taijiquan comprehends yin and yang, which is more like a Taoist inheritance, but Fang Yun doesn't care much about Buddhism, after all, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World said that Lao Tzu only believes in heaven and Taoism, and you have the ability to pop out one.

Fang Yun, who has a deep understanding of nature, knows that there is great power between heaven and earth, and all kinds of natural disasters are all falling apart and falling apart, as small as a person, even if he can cultivate a little, why not learn it by understanding nature?

Against the sky, cutting the ground and the like, Fang Yun didn't have that much resentment, after all, he lived well in this land, even if he crossed it, it was an opportunity given by heaven and earth, and then he had to kill people, isn't this full of food.

As long as you feel nature and follow the trend, no matter how far and bumpy the road is, you will inevitably move forward.

The yin and yang mystery of Taijiquan has reached a certain level, there is already a bottleneck, and it is difficult for him to move forward, the old monk said, although I don't know what adventures you have, but it is good to understand here, and then you have to take advantage of the general trend of heaven and earth, but also said: "Your current cultivation is still too poor, it's useless to think too much, practice slowly, there is still more time." ”

In his previous life, Fang Yun thought that Taijiquan had come to an end, but the old monk's words made him feel the hope of moving forward.

"Childe, Childe!"

Hearing someone calling him, he turned around and saw one or two people, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World flashed surprise in his eyes, and swept the chest of one of them lightly: "This girl is the young lady who is in the sunset?" ”

As soon as she heard this, Yan Shihan was a little embarrassed, you touched your chest that day, this is a clear memory, and you still look at yourself like this.

"It's the concubine, the person is so eager to go, I don't know the name of Engong, and I ask Engong to know." Yan Shihan only knew that this person's character was Wenmo, and she didn't know anything else, but her handwriting, poems, and appearance all made her remember him.

On that day, the sun accidentally set in the water of West Lake, and it was fate to think about it.

"In the clouds below, Fang Wenmo." Fang Yun sat up.

"Concubine Yan Shihan, the grace of saving her life, there is no way to repay it, if the son needs anything, please let me know." Yan Shihan can see that Fang Yun is a rich and noble child, and she will not be short of money, but in addition to money, she can only sing a few songs, but this is not a way to repay her life-saving benefactor.

Fang Yun asked the little monk to fish honestly, and the maid beside Yan Shihan was also thrown down, although he looked reluctant, but there was no way.

"Girl, don't you know that after being saved by a young talent like me, you can make a promise?" Fang Yun has seen a lot of this kind of routine, why is there no such thing as a hero saving the United States?

"Huh?" Yan Shihan blushed, this person is still not a scholar, how can he be so unserious.

"Haha, just kidding, I guess Miss Yan has already taken a crush." Fang Yun smiled.

"No, no, it's just that the little woman is a clear woman, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to get into the eyes of my son." Yan Shihan's expression was gloomy, after all, she was in the Qinglou, even if she was a clean man, no matter how innocent her body was, it would still be bad after all, no man would marry her back as a wife, she only hoped that when she abdicated, it would be enough to meet a man who was good to her, how could she dare to ask too much.

Fang Yun shook his head and said with a light smile: "The girl doesn't have to be like this, being able to meet Miss Yan would be enviable, how could she not put the girl in her eyes." ”

"Young Master Fang, it's a joke."

The two of them walked around the West Lake, Fang Yun didn't say anything frivolous, mainly because the woman's identity was embarrassing, and she was talking nonsense, wouldn't it make people feel sad, if it was an ordinary woman, His Royal Highness the Prince didn't care.

The two met by fate, and an hour later, Yan Shihan happily left with the maid.

"Miss, so happy, did you two do something." The little girl smiled and gestured with her fingers, and the angry Yan Shihan wanted to reach out and hit it.

The maid smiled and hurriedly said, "Don't dare, don't dare, even if you two do something, I won't tell others." ”

"You didn't do anything, what are you doing here?" Yan Shihan had a smile on her eyebrows and didn't want to talk to her.

"Since you didn't do it, why are you so happy?"

"What are you talking about, do you have to do something to be happy, I think you are thinking about men, I'll go to my mother and say goodbye, marry you off."

"Don't, don't, miss, spare me, I don't want to get married."

Yan Shihan sat in the carriage and looked out the window and thought to herself, the little maid was still rendered by this colorful world after all, a talented man, a noble son, how could he find an ordinary man to marry.

Yan Shihan, who suddenly laughed at herself, thought about it, isn't it the same for herself, but Fang Yun really promised to participate in the poetry meeting of the Dragon Boat Festival, thinking that it would be a lot of fun.

It's just that I don't know if Fang Wenmo will be a blockbuster again that day, so that all the talented people who have belittled him during this period of time will look at it, so that they can raise their eyebrows.