In the royal annex.

A day of hustle and bustle, after nightfall it becomes more and more silent, can not see the lively scene in the daytime, this courtyard is very large, even a little deserted, with the officials and warriors, each resting in the small courtyard.

The Great Qin guards in armor, holding blades everywhere, looked cold, like statues carved from bluestone, without the slightest change in their faces, let alone talking to each other.

Occasionally, a delicate maid carrying a lantern walked briskly on tiptoe, her skirt rubbing against each other, making a small and soft sound.

Calm and ordinary.

In a quieter courtyard, there are lights that never go out.

A man in his 40s in the room was in a hurry to write a book, his eyes slightly open, obviously preoccupied, and he had no intention of anything else, or because he was too focused, some pen and ink spilled on the table, staining his robe, somewhat embarrassed.

After writing a few more lines, the man hung his wrist and held the pen, looking at what he had written on the file, his face gradually became satisfied, he suddenly laughed twice, threw the pen away, threw it aside, turned around and threw himself directly on the bed, and before long, there was already a sound of snoring.

The candle flame flickered, and the man was in a frenzied manner, as if he was drunk, but the text on the file was written in a strict and meticulous manner, full of hundreds of words, all of them were like armor soldiers arrayed, and there was no irregularity in the slightest.

In the third year of Dayuan, the emperor's eldest grandson, Changxing, was ordered to inspect and help the wind.

From time to time, high rollers come with swords.

Plain neon, walking in the sky............

The snoring became heavier, and he first drank three minutes of spirits by candlelight, and waited until the wine smelled strong, his body was hot, and a pride rose between his chest and abdomen.

At last the candlelight shook again as if it had returned, and the room was darkened.

came from Tianjing City, and the historian who served the emperor's eldest grandson personally wrote it.

After accumulating in one day, the Fufeng collection of books and guarding the 100 floors of the building and the stone carving work was finally written, and it will soon spread to every corner of the seventy-two counties of the entire Great Qin world.

As long as there are traces of the rivers and lakes, there will be people in the rivers and lakes, as long as there are people, they will definitely know that in this year's Fufeng, there is a young man who broke into the building with a sword.

And long before this, this shocking news had been accompanied by the caravans walking all over the world, accompanied by the warrior rangers fighting swords, and with the noisy voices in the restaurant and the crisp sound of the cups, the aroma in the teahouse, at a speed that was not fast but never slow, centered on Fufeng County, and spread out in all directions.

……………………………………

The sun is shining.

Fufeng Xidingzhou City.

The sharp spear suddenly appeared, and then shook off the morning star in the blink of an eye, only breaking through the opponent's defense in an instant, but at the same time, the middle-aged man who should have admitted defeat showed a trace of madness in his eyes, and took a step to the left, his left hand was raised suddenly, and he held the spear in his hand.

The wrist of the right hand shook slightly, and the bright silver dotted steel spear stabbed out instantly, hiding four changes, but the power was not inferior to the past, but it became more and more vast and fierce, like a dragon breaking through the water.

A hint of appreciation appeared in Fei Poyue's eyes, and he said:

"Not bad."

As soon as the palm of his hand moved, the spear that seemed to be held by Gongsun Jing suddenly trembled slightly, and the energy infused into it shook in a special way, instantly tearing apart the heavy energy contained in Gongsun Jing's palm, and then his footsteps retreated slightly, and the spear in his hand came first, deflecting the bright silver spear and losing its original strength.

Gongsun Jing held the spear, staggered two steps to the side, the momentum on his body had been lost, his breathing was slightly short, he stood still in place with the spear, and used his internal force to calm his breathing, and in his mind, he re-evolved the situation that had just been fought again, and a look of chagrin appeared on his face.

In the many days after Wang Anfeng left, he came here almost every day to fight with the ancestor of the Fei family.

Today, he supported Shihe to defeat the battle, which is already considered to be full play, unless he relies on his youth and strength, if he only talks about marksmanship, this is already the limit of what he can do at this time.

Fei Poyue threw it casually, and the spear in his hand flew out upside down, and happened to land on the weapon rack.

After moving his muscles a little, the old man's face returned to its original cold and uprightness, and his light gray eyes glanced at Gongsun Jing, who was annoyed next to him, and said lightly:

"Make a fire and make a meal."

Gongsun Jing came back to his senses from his contemplation, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he did not disobey the old man's familiar command, raised his hand to disassemble the spear in his hand into two, carried it behind his back, and honestly went back to get the axe to chop wood.

He was born in a military family, and he has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he is not stupid, so he naturally knows how terrifying this old man with a face as cold as a lonely peak mountain rock is in the martial arts.

It's serendipity.

He couldn't have let it go.

Holding the axe in his hand, Gongsun Jing sat on the stake, raised his hand and took a few round firewoods, and chopped them down heavily, and his mind was still constantly recalling the time when he had just fought before, after splitting several times, his wrist subconsciously shook slightly, and the sound of the axe breaking through the air was suddenly subtle, and when it fell, the strength suddenly rose.

Fei Poyue sat alone in the room drinking tea, his ears moved slightly, he heard the change in the sound of breaking the air outside, he bowed his head slightly, his expression changed slightly, and his wrinkles seemed to stretch slightly.

He is extremely talented, upright, and powerful, and easily does not have any mood swings.

This is extremely satisfying.

The old man raised his hand and took a sip of tea.

He was just going to meet Gongsun Jing, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, but at this time he had some other ideas, since this Gongsun was still talented and had suffered hardships, then it was okay to spend a few days in this Xidingzhou City and teach him some marksmanship.

In the courtyard, Gongsun Jing raised his hand to chop wood.

The gate of this ancestral house was not closed, and a small martial arts hall had been opened diagonally opposite in the past two days, and it was the time for the apprentices to practice in the morning.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys lined up to play the Bone Forging Fist, each punch, the mouth shouted loudly, neatly aligned, but also had two parts of power, after the Bone Forging Fist, when he rested on the spot, he watched Gongsun Jing being ravaged by Fei Poyue.

This is the only pleasure they have in their penance these days.

Those who suffer can only find pleasure from those who are more miserable.

When Gongsun Jing and Fei Poyue fought, because the latter was old and his strength was not as good as usual, he only fought with marksmanship, and his strength was controlled so that it would not trigger a vision and threaten the level of this ancestral mansion building.

At this time, the young people who studied martial arts on the opposite side saw that Gongsun Jing, a strong man, was beaten like a grandson by an old man, and after the beating, he had to honestly go to chop wood and make rice, and he felt that the pain on his body was nothing, and he chuckled.

Gongsun Jing noticed the movement on the other side, but he didn't care, and still chopped wood unhurriedly, paying full attention.

The axe in his hand had almost turned into a short spear in his perception.

The subtleties of the force are becoming more and more skillful.

After a while, Gongsun Jing suddenly heard a clear cry in his ears, the movements of his hands paused slightly, and when he raised his eyes to look, he saw a goshawk with an extremely divine horse passing through the sky.

Its speed was so fast that even with his eyesight, it was difficult to see clearly, only casting an afterimage on the iris, his expression couldn't help but change slightly, and he subconsciously stood up.

He was born in the court, and he was naturally no stranger to several exotic beasts and spirit birds exclusive to the Great Qin Imperial Court.

Daqin's wind-chasing eagle?

What happened?

The man's eyes narrowed slightly.

There was a person in the martial arts hall who was pointing at Gongsun Jing and laughing in a low voice, but at this time he saw the latter stand up, and saw the body of the man who had just been beaten like his grandson straight, and an indescribable momentum naturally appeared on his body, like a tiger walking on the earth, arrogant and staring, his voice couldn't help but stop abruptly, and his face was pale.

Stunned, almost instinctively, he pulled his fingers back.

Seeing this, the surrounding people were curious, made fun of their companions, and subconsciously raised their eyes to look in the direction of the old mansion, and also noticed the unintentional momentum on Gongsun's body, and a sluggish look appeared on his face.

The entire martial arts hall was instantly shrouded in dead silence.

Gongsun Jing was thinking about what was going on in his heart, the speed of the Wind Chasing Eagle was extremely fast, comparable to that of a four-rank martial artist, it was not an extremely important thing, it was impossible to release it, at this time, he noticed the changes in the surrounding qi, and subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at the martial arts hall.

Everyone's hearts trembled violently, especially the young man who had spoken the most cheerfully, his legs trembled instantly, thinking that he had angered the terrifying man, his martial arts were not high, and he couldn't say anything.

But the owner of the pavilion who was attracted by this change could barely feel it, looking at Gongsun Jing, who was 'standing indifferently', he felt the unfathomable momentum, and his heart almost stopped.

He is a martial artist of about eight grades, his internal strength has become stronger, and he can kill bears and tigers, and he is not inferior to galloping horses when he runs wildly.

He considered himself already a master.

But at this time, he looked at the man with the blade on his back over there, but he couldn't raise the slightest battle intent in his mind, and could only think of words such as fierce, majestic, unfathomable, unprovoked, untouchable, and dying if he didn't do it, and his face became more and more pale.

At this time, an old voice came from the Fei family's old house, which seemed to be slightly dissatisfied, and said:

"Be sharp, don't rub ......"

"Hey, okay."

So under the stunned gaze of those martial arts apprentices, Fang Cai was like a tiger out of the box, and the martial artist with extraordinary courage used his own strength to suppress the master of the entire martial arts hall, just like a grandson, sighed, with a smile, without the demeanor of a master, holding a pile of firewood and walking briskly towards the kitchen.

"Do you want to eat something light today? Senior ......"

A hearty smile appeared on Gongsun Jing's face, and he put down his thoughts.

It has nothing to do with him anyway.

PS; Today's first update is presented............