The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

In the blink of an eye, this year has come to the 60th anniversary of the founding of the Daqian Dynasty and the day of the world's first Jiazi!

In the past 60 years, the four generations of emperors have made great efforts to make the country prosperous, and it has reached a prosperous era of flowers and brocade and cooking oil with fire. It's just that below this, who knows how many bloody killings and conspiracies are hidden behind this bright and prosperous era?

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West Mountain, located outside the city of Yujing, a radius of nearly 100 miles, although not majestic, but also dense jungle, the terrain is complex, there are many mountains, there are flowing springs and waterfalls, there are also rocky mountains and forests, there are many foxes and jackals and wild beasts in the mountains, every winter, there will be some princes and nobles into the mountains to hunt.

On a trail leading to the West Mountain, Hong Yi was carrying a burden and was slowly walking forward.

I saw that he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, although he was dressed quite poorly and slightly thin, he couldn't tell at all that he was the son of Hong Xuanji, the current Taishi, "Marquis of Wuwen". But he also has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, perhaps because of his reading ambition, he does not have the vigor of his peers, but is very mature and stable.

"That Xiaoli Guogong Jing Yuxing is really generous, I heard that this person is a virtuous corporal, anxious for justice and righteousness, and often helps poor scholars, and has a good reputation in Yujing City. But I think it's not small......"

Although Hong Yi is young, he has experienced a lot since he was a child, and he naturally understands human accidents, and yesterday the Xiaoli Guogong Jing Yuxing admired his poetic talent and sent someone to send a bunch of high-end scholar's four treasures, but he decisively refused.

The so-called nothing is diligent, either treacherous or thief. How could Hong Yi not see such a simple act of buying people's hearts? He has his own arrogance, and he also believes that there will be a day when he will come out in the future, if he is so easily affected by that Jingyuxing, he will inevitably have to be a dwarf when he meets in the future, how can he accept it.

In the Hong Mansion, even the maid can look down on him at will, just because his mother is not a lady, but a concubine, and he has been dead for many years, although he is also surnamed Hong, he has no status at all. Fortunately, he is still competitive, he was admitted to Xiucai last year, and now as long as he waits until the spring of next year and is admitted to the Jinshi, everything will be very different.

At a young age, he was humiliated and bullied since he was a child, and he understood that life was dark, so he was independent, had some city government, and his mind was much more mature than his peers. This time I was arrogant together, and I was cold-eyed by the maid, so I simply brought some luggage to live in this Xishan for a while, one was too lazy to be angry in the Hou Mansion, and the other was to guard the grave of my mother, and the third was to prepare for the scientific examination quietly, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone.

Hong Yi knew very well in his heart that if he could be admitted to the Jinshi, not only would he be able to get ahead as an official from the Marquis of Wuwen's Mansion, but the most important thing was that he could add the title of "Mrs." to his mother.

The Great Qian Dynasty emphasized the imperial examination, and once the title of the gold list was inscribed, it was possible to add three generations.

The title of "Madame" is not simple, and now there are three ladies in the Hou Mansion, which is still a special gift from the imperial court due to the repeated great achievements of Wenwu Hou Hongxuanji.

Among the ordinary wealthy nobles, only the wife is a "lady".

Among the dignitaries, the court rewarded the wives of the family as wives, but it was a great honor, and it was more kind than adding officials to the knighthood.

"If I get a jinshi, the court will crown my mother as a lady, and at that time, I don't know what kind of expression the main lady Zhao should have?"

Hong Yi muttered two sentences, "Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao ......" and hatred flashed in his eyes.

He will never forget that when he was just sensible when he was seven years old, the banquet held in the Hou Mansion for the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon was gathered, and when he was together, his father and the guests chanted poems, and because his mother made a peace, he was immediately reprimanded by Mrs. Zheng in public: "Behaves frivolously, does not abide by women's morals, and does not change the habits of the Qinglou." ”

When she returned that night, her mother was so angry that she vomited blood and injured herself, and she died two months later. When she died, her mother was only twenty-five years old.

"But it's not enough to read, I have to find a way to practice martial arts, and scholars must be good at archery to be considered an authentic reader!"

Hong Yi had already moved his mind to practice martial arts, but there was really no condition.

To practice riding and archery, a good horse is worth a thousand gold, and a good bow is also worth a hundred gold. Even if he doesn't want this, he has to practice hand-to-hand combat, and even more so to hire a teacher, which he can't do.

In the Hou Mansion, there are naturally guards with strong martial arts, but who wants to touch him and touch the moldy head of that Mrs. Zhao?

"Now my hope for martial arts training is about to be placed on that father-in-law. Although I haven't seen him for so many years, I think he hasn't forgotten me, my righteous son, otherwise he wouldn't have suddenly sent someone to send a letter some time ago to let me study hard. ”

While thinking about it, Hong Yi suddenly felt a little excited in his heart: "According to the letter from my father-in-law, it shouldn't be long before I enke, he will return to Beijing." This time, I must make the most of this opportunity!"

He knew very well that his father-in-law, who was named the "Marquis of Jingbian" by the imperial court, had been guarding the border for many years and had never returned to Yujing.

Touching the jade plate on his waist that was transparent and extremely valuable at a glance, Hong Yi remembered that his mother said that this jade plate was given by his father-in-law not long after he was born. However, at that time, the other party did not accept him as a righteous son, but it was not until he was seven years old, after his mother's death, when his father-in-law returned to Beijing to visit, perhaps because of his love with his mother, he accepted him as a righteous son.

It was also the first and only time he saw his stepfather.

Although Hong Yi is not proficient in martial arts, he also knows that his father-in-law, "Jingbian Hou" Xia Yang, is a supreme master who is respected by the people of the world as the first person in the Great Dry Martial Arts, and has retreated from the 300,000 army of Yunmeng with the strength of one person, and established an immortal feat. The strength of the force is not comparable to his father Hong Xuanji, and it seems that only the legendary "Martial God" of the Martial God Sect in the Western Regions can be compared with him!

"As a stepfather, as long as I can persuade him to let me practice martial arts, I'm afraid that even my father won't be able to say anything at that time. At that time, I practiced martial arts diligently, and was proficient in bow and horse martial arts, so I could be regarded as a real reader. If you get fame in the future, you will make a war exploit and be crowned for three generations...... The imperial court will issue an edict to canonize my mother as a wife, and my mother's grave can be moved into the ancestral tomb of the Hong family, and the spiritual seat can also be enshrined in the ancestral hall. ”

Hong Yi pondered, his eyes gradually lit up.

He had a passionate thought in his heart, imagining that if he was beaten by the lifter in the future, or even won the Jinshi, he would definitely let Mrs. Zhao, who indirectly killed his mother, take a good look at it, and posthumously give his dead mother a respectful nickname, so as not to waste so many years of hard work in the cold window!

When it was dark, Hong Yi went to the foot of the West Mountain, cleaned his mother's grave, put on incense, and then settled in a small temple not far from the foot of the mountain.

This temple called Qiuyue Temple, is a dilapidated Buddhist temple, since the destruction of the Great Chan Temple, the decline of Buddhism, this Qiuyue Temple naturally followed the fall, to this day, there is no one to come to incense, plus the property in the temple has been confiscated by the Emperor Qian, there is no income, those monks are scattered, only an old monk is still guarding here in the temple.

After giving the old monk a few strings of incense money, and eating a bowl of mushroom noodles, he stayed in the side hall to rest, lit a lamp, burned a charcoal fire, and prepared to read at night.

The north wind howled, making the walls rattle on all sides. The West Mountain at night, cold and deep, look at it from a distance, the shadows of the trees are swaying, as if a ghost shadow, it makes people feel creepy, the night owl screams from time to time in the mountain, the fox wolf laughs, it is even more uneasy to feel uneasy.

But Hong Yi didn't have any fear in his heart, first, he thought that he had never done anything wrong, and second, he was familiar with the fox ghost notes, as long as the reader was upright and fearless, all ghosts and ghosts could not get close.

Wrapped up tightly, Hong Yi opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

"Huh, what's that?"

As soon as Hong Yi arrived in the courtyard, he found that in the valley about a few miles away in the distance, there were several fist-sized green flames floating up and down, which was very strange.

"This kind of ghost fire is emitted from the bones of the human body, and it is often seen in mass graves, but it is not a supernatural thing. Facing the ghost fire floating up and down, Hong Yi smiled and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a terrible cry came from the deep mountains in the distance, and a black shadow flew up in the ghost fire, and in the blink of an eye, it was in the sky, reminiscent of the old demon coming out at night and sucking people's hearts. Ordinary people are already horrified if they see such a scene.

However, Hong Yi listened to the voice and knew that this was the night owl in the mountains.

Suddenly, he came to a bit of poetry, and read aloud: "The hundred-year-old owl has become a wood charm, and the laughter rises in the nest of fire." ”

"Young man, you are not very old, but you are an elegant person. Laughter rises in the nest of ......"

Suddenly, a crisp, sweet voice came from behind him.

What happened next was a big surprise to Hong Yi, and it also broke his cognition in the past 16 years.

This mysterious woman in red who suddenly appeared wanted to hire him as a teacher to teach the children of her clan to read. And after following her to a valley, Hong Yi immediately saw a large bonfire burning in the middle of the valley, and next to the bonfire, dozens of foxes with snow-white fur sat around.

These foxes, half-squatting and half-sitting, seem to be human, especially them, holding books one by one, making strange sounds, as if they are reading, as if they are reading in a private school.

A bunch of foxes, reading like people!

Then, Hong Yi also knew the name of the woman in red, called Concubine Yuan. It turned out that she had invited herself to enlighten and teach this group of young foxes, and by the way, she sorted out their collection of pure fox families.

The book collection of the pure fox clan is in a large and wide stone cave, with a radius of five or six hundred steps, and a height of five or six people.

There are many small holes in the stone wall of the stone cave, and an oil lamp is lit on the small holes, and this oil does not know what kind of oil it is, with this fragrance, but there is no smoke. The hole is as bright as day, and the fire does not flicker at all.

And the stone cave is all surrounded by wooden bookshelves, and there are volumes of books on the shelves, all kinds, there are large books, small books, manuscripts, lithographs, woodcut books, paper is also various, there are bamboo paper, sandalwood paper, silk books, parchment rolls, and even Danshu iron coupons!

Four walls, dozens of large bookshelves, and under the corners of the four walls, there are countless books with yellow paper. There are mutilated ancient books, and there are scriptures.

Even if conservatively estimated, there are as many as 100,000 books in this stone room.

What surprised Hong Yi was that there were countless scriptures in the Great Zen Temple, which also gave him a certain understanding of the origin of this group of fox clans, and a large part of the books in this collection are martial arts and boxing, and the rest are Taoist books of cultivation, which is simply vast.

Even, among them, there are two classics about cultivation, "Wujing" and "Taojing", which have long been banned by the Daqian Dynasty, which make him like a treasure!

After a period of time, Hong Yi settled in the valley of the pure fox clan with peace of mind, taught the little fox in the valley to read, and initially carried out the most basic cultivation.

It's just that this kind of day was quickly broken by sudden changes......

"Wang, Wang, Wang!"

On this day, when Hong Yi was studying the "Martial Arts", suddenly there was a faint sound of a dog barking in the distance, and several little foxes immediately sensed in a panic that a hunter had entered the mountain, and the bark was from a mastiff.

Hong Yi also understood at once that there would never be mastiffs in the deep mountains and old forests on this snowy day, and the only explanation was that someone went into the mountains to hunt.

He was born in the Hou Mansion, although his status is low, but the mastiff still knows, the head is the size of a calf, extremely fierce, is a sacred object of the housekeeper, and this kind of thing is extremely sensitive, born with spirituality, can see invisible ghosts.

Mastiffs are mighty, comparable to lion tigers, ordinary three or four elite men are not opponents, not to mention the ability to see through the soul?

"Now that the Yuan Concubine girl is not here, the little fox and Tu Lao are only afraid that they are not the opponents of these things, so I still go out to lure them away, just say that I am a scholar who has lost his way in the mountains, and let them send them back, so that those hunters will be led away. ”

The barking of dogs is getting closer and closer, and the situation is getting more and more critical. After thinking for a moment, Hong Yi immediately slapped the table, stood up, took a few steps, and walked out of the stone room.

Immediately afterwards, Hong Yi soon found that one of the people who came on a small hillside in the valley was his half-sister, Hong Xuanji and Hong Xuejiao, the daughter of the second lady. Although he didn't know the others, he also knew that they must be the children of the princes and nobles in Yujing City, and their status was noble.

And just as he was about to go out to lure these people away, a faint smell of wine suddenly wafted in the distance, and at the same time, in the wind and snow, there was also a burst of extremely heroic singing.

"Good wine...... Good wine comes from our hands......

After drinking our wine, I didn't cough when I was ventilating up and down......

After drinking our wine, the yin and aphrodisiac mouth do not stink......

After drinking our wine, one person dares to kill the ......

After drinking our wine, I don't kowtow when I see the emperor......"

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This chapter is a transition.