Song Xuan looked at Zhou Dawei, who was complaining and had a few tears at the same time, and couldn't help but wave his hand.

"Alright, don't sell miserably here!"

Zhou Dawei has been aggrieved all these years, speaking of which, this pot has to be carried by the emperor.

Zhao Dezhu told him about this matter, the Son of Heaven was afraid that Xuanyiwei's power was too big, and he relied on the command of Xuanyiwei to make Ye Tian a friendship since childhood, and frequently interfered in Xuanyiwei's affairs.

On the surface, he was a person who was sympathetic to the Xuanyi Wei family, and he couldn't bear to take risks with the first-class Xuanyiwei, but in fact, he was worried that the first-class Xuanyiwei would go to Songzhou and completely control the situation in Songzhou.

Sometimes, Song Xuan didn't understand what was going on in the head of the Son of Heaven.

Even if Xuan Yiwei controls the Jianghu forces in Songzhou, at least Xuan Yiwei is loyal to the Great Zhou and shares weal and woe with the Great Zhou, at least there is no need to worry about rebellion, right?

But he had to weaken Xuanyiwei, and the result was that the state capitals including Songzhou and Tangzhou had become more powerful, and the state pastor had real power at the local level.

The situation has been rotten to such an extent, but the Son of Heaven is still complacent, thinking that he has done a good job.

In this regard, Song Xuan can only say that in this kind of high-martial arts world, rookies are really not suitable for the position of the Son of Heaven.

If your own strength is not enough, the amount of equipment is too small, and people will instinctively lack a sense of security.

The local forces in the rivers and lakes and the state pastor have become bigger, which is too far away for the Son of Heaven, and it cannot endanger his safety.

And Xuanyiwei is in the imperial capital, and he has no strength to control such a powerful force, so he will naturally have a feeling of jealousy.

Song Xuan estimated that the time for his three flowers to give birth to the Yuan Shen was about two or three years away.

Forget it, he didn't bother to care about the mental health of the Son of Heaven, and when he stepped into the realm of the grandmaster, he would go back to the imperial capital to meet the sixth prince.

If you can, help the new emperor ascend the throne as soon as possible.

After pondering for a while, Song Xuan asked, "In addition to Xingyun Villa, what other big forces are there in the rivers and lakes of the Southern Song Dynasty?" ”

"Lord Hui, in addition to the force hidden behind the scenes in Xingyun Villa, there are also the more powerful beggars in the rivers and lakes, the Quanzhen Sect, Peach Blossom Island, White Camel Villa, Shaolin, Tianlong Temple, Shenjian Villa, etc.

In addition to these sects, there are also some large gangs, such as the Iron Palm Gang, the Cao Gang, etc.

There are also some masters who have no sects, but are extremely famous in the rivers and lakes.

For example, Yan Shisan, Donghai Ziyi Hou, Baishui Niangniang, etc., their strength should not be underestimated! ”

Song Xuan nodded, and slowly spoke in Zhou Dawei's expectant gaze.

"Give you half a month to gather all the Xuanyi guards under the jurisdiction of the thousand households!"

Zhou Dawei swallowed his saliva, he knew that the inspector was going to make some big moves, and said nervously: "My lord, are you too anxious?"

Why don't you bring in some more masters from the imperial capital? ”

Song Xuan shook his head, glanced at Song Qian, who was playing with the dagger, and said with a light smile: "No need, half a month is enough!" ”

......

Zhou Dawei's new home, which he had just prepared, temporarily became the temporary residence of Song Qian's brother and sister.

It was early autumn now, and Song Xuan was standing in the backyard, looking at the maple leaves that had turned red, and the brilliant autumn chrysanthemums around the courtyard wall.

Autumn is crisp and breezy and very comfortable.

The fat and thin head Tuo commanded several Xuanyi guards and Xiaoqi to set up a barbecue grill in the courtyard.

Zhang Yurou, who was almost given as a gift to Zhou Dawei as a housewarming, was honestly holding a plate of fruit at the moment, standing behind Song Qian like a maid.

Song Qian was painting, painting those golden autumn chrysanthemums in the courtyard.

After Zhang Yurou watched it for a long time, she suddenly lost interest in the painting skills of this Miss Song, who forced herself to be a maid.

Song Qian noticed her expression and licked her lips, "What, is it because I don't look good?" ”

Zhang Yurou hurriedly said: "Miss misunderstood, it was Qiu Ju who was not beautiful enough at this time, and in a few days, when the hairy crabs from Yangcheng Lake were delivered, it was the most beautiful moment for Qiu Ju, and it was beautiful."

If the young lady had been painting at that time, she would have been even more skilled! ”

Song Qian glanced at her in surprise, "I thought you had a simple mind and couldn't speak, but now it seems that you are quite good at talking!" ”

Zhang Yurou smiled awkwardly, "People, they are all forced!" ”

Song Xuan glanced sideways at the other party and said with a smile: "This is not necessarily. ”

"Huh?" Zhang Yurou was puzzled, "My lord, what is not necessarily?" ”

Song Xuan smiled, didn't mean to explain, but stretched and patted Song Qian's shoulder.

"Okay, how long are you going to delay? You can go to practice, right? ”

Next, he wants to step on the rivers and lakes, so that the martial arts people in the Southern Song Dynasty can understand who is the real master of the world.

For the sake of insurance, Song Erni must be allowed to condense the third flower as soon as possible.

With this little girl's qualifications, it is estimated that it can be completed after a few days of serious practice, as long as she has the practice method and has a clear direction of cultivation.

It's a pity that Song Erni has a serious procrastination in her practice, she wants to go shopping for a while, and then she says that she has inspiration and wants to paint, Song Xuan endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help it and began to urge.

"Oh!"

Song Qian got up slowly and began to pack up the paintbrushes, instructing Zhang Yurou while cleaning up, "You have to keep these things properly, I still have to use them when I think about them in the future."

By the way, the osmanthus cake I bought when I went shopping before, remember to cut it smaller,

Also, now that it's autumn, the weather is starting to get colder, don't prepare watermelon or something, eating too much hurts your stomach......"

After muttering for a long time, Song Xuan couldn't bear it, grabbed her neck from behind, and threw her into a side room.

"When will the flower of condensed essence come out!"

After understanding the old brother's determination, at this point, Song Erni was honest, nibbled on an apple in the room, and then reluctantly began to cultivate.

Then, the next day, a purple lotus flower vanished in the sky above the wing, and then the girl went out.

In this regard, Song Xuan just sighed, the daughter of destiny who got serious was really terrifying!

In the next few days, Song Xuan closed his door and continued to practice the method of refining the knots.

There are more than 300 acupuncture points recorded on the Nameless Body Refining Technique, and he has only opened up more than 100 now, which is still very early before Dacheng.

As for what Xia Hou guessed, the situation of using his own acupuncture to reflect the stars and condense the god of the stars in the acupuncture is even more unattainable.

As for Song Qian, he is too lazy to care, so he can do whatever he likes.

As the daughter of luck, Sanhua is congenital, refining acupoints internally, and cultivating Yuan Shen outside, and her strength is second only to him, even if she encounters a Shuanghua Grandmaster, she can easily deal with it.

In this Southern Song Dynasty realm, she has no natural enemies!