"Master Marquis, King Mang's millions of troops are approaching. Emperor Jing summoned you to the palace, but he wants you to lead the northern expedition?"

In an antique study room in Yinwu Pavilion, Qiu Tianhai, the chief steward of the Hou Mansion, lowered his head, stared at the toes exposed from the bottom of his robe with cloudy eyes, and asked respectfully.

"Bei Mang is going south this time to disturb our border with the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although he is aggressive and has bad intentions, there are 800,000 border troops resisting him. The emperor has ordered the commander-in-chief of the left army, Xin Yonghou, to go to the Great Wall in the north!"

At the top of the study room, a middle-aged man wearing a gold silk python robe and a purple gold crown sat firmly behind the desk, speaking indifferently: "The emperor summoned me to the palace tonight, but there is actually another reason!"

His hair is black, his eyebrows are as thick as swords, and his face is as sharp as a knife and an axe. He has a majestic and powerful power that cannot be disobeyed.

In the long and narrow eyes, the light is flowing, as if there is a monstrous killing array composed of thousands of swords and guns.

Just sitting quietly, it gives people a feeling of oppression and calmness like Mount Tai.

This person is none other than the Great General of the Fu Kingdom of the Zhou Dynasty, Minister of the Ministry of War, Grand Scholar of Zhongji Palace, Dazhu Kingdom, Zhenwuhou, Jiang Shirong.

"Is there another reason?"

Qiu Tianhai was slightly startled. This year there is a severe cold in the northern Mang. The plains are full of hunger and death, and thousands of Mang tribes are at the end of their lives.

Millions of cavalry marched southward, just to give the old, young, wives and daughters of the Mang tribe behind them a chance to survive.

Even the Great Wall of the North, which stretches for three thousand miles in the north, can hardly stop the brave and skilled Beimang Biaohan.

At such a critical moment, Emperor Jing summoned Marquis Wu to the palace at night and did not discuss the invasion of Beimang. Is there anything more important than this?

"The remains of Pan Emperor hidden in the royal treasury were stolen last night!" Jiang Shirong said in shocking words.

"What, Emperor Pan's remains were stolen!"

Qiu Tianhai's face changed suddenly, he raised his head suddenly, and said in surprise: "Emperor Pan was the last person in the Middle Ages who was expected to reach the other side. It is said that his bones contain the true meaning of shattering the void. As long as he can comprehend it, he can transcend life and death.

,Become a god or immortal.

How could such a rare object be stolen? Who could enter the royal treasury? If the bones are stolen, the world will be in chaos again!"

"Emperor Jing already has an answer to this matter. The person who stole the remains of Emperor Pan is probably the nine-tailed fox king Yunxi, Tianhai, I will be leaving Shengjing soon. There is one thing I need from you.

Go deal with it..."

Just when Jiang Shirong was about to say something, a light and high-spirited young voice floated from outside the courtyard. The heroic spirit and vitality in the poem made him slightly stunned.

"This is Mr. Li. He has been waiting outside for a while. Would you like to meet him?"

Qiu Tianhai whispered: "He should be here for the purpose of cultivating Confucianism!"

"He wants to drive away the light cavalry, but the heavy snow covers his bow and sword. Is this a poem he composed?"

Jiang Shirong chanted a poem softly, and his calm eyes could not help but shake a little, with a hint of anger flashing.

"See what he is doing. He has read classics and classics for more than ten years, but his mind is so arrogant and blind. What does he want to say when he writes this poem? That I have trapped him? What ability does he have to lead troops to kill the enemy and show off? Grand plan! If you don’t read the scriptures of sages, learn the principles of self-cultivation, governing the country and the people, and just show off your poetry all day long, without knowing what you say, what greatness can you become in the future!"

Jiang Shirong tossed his sleeves in displeasure, and was about to order the soldiers outside to drive Jiang Li away, when his narrow eyes suddenly opened, and the light burst out, and the empty room was electrified, as bright as day.

"The little evil spirit dares to cause trouble in our Zhenwuhou Mansion. How brave you are!"

An aura as majestic as the sea burst out from Jiang Shirong's demon-god-like body. He stamped his right foot on the ground and punched out. The power of the endless fist spirit broke through the void and appeared outside the courtyard of Yinwu Pavilion in an instant.< /p>

"Hee hee, what a young man, the boys from Da Zhou Qin Tian Jian are chasing me. You and I have the same temperament, so I can lend you your body and yang energy!"

Outside the courtyard of Yinwu Pavilion, the gloomy air filled the air, and the ghost with disheveled hair flew out from the snow, let out a strange laugh, and pounced on Jiang Li.

It floated all the way, half of its body was above the snow, and the other half was still underground, but wherever it passed, the snow was smooth, leaving no trace.

"It's really a ghost!"

Jiang Li was shocked, and instinctively wanted to retreat, but after standing in the cold wind for two hours, his body was already frozen, his hands and feet didn't obey his orders at all, and he fell directly onto the snow.

I could only watch helplessly as this ghost, which looked the same as a living human body, rolled up something and pulled out its lower body from the snow, then rushed into his body and disappeared.

"Ah"

In an instant, Jiang Li felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar thousands of feet deep, or appeared on an ice field where the wind was howling. His soul was surrounded by screams and wailing sounds.

I can’t tell whether it’s the heart-rending screams and roars or the whimpering and stirring wind.

Jiang Li's eyes could still see. On both sides of the high wall and deep alley outside Yinwu Pavilion, lamps as tall as one person were filled with burning oil. They stood along the wall. They were bright and illuminated the sceneries and objects in his field of vision clearly. But he had a problem. A feeling of falling into endless darkness.

It's like drowning in water, your mind gradually blurs, and your five senses and six consciousnesses begin to fall silent.

"Hey, you are... interesting and interesting. There is actually blood of this family flowing in Zhenwuhou's mansion!

"No wonder you are so shabbily dressed, but you have no martial arts foundation in the Marquis Mansion. The descendant of Zhenwu Marquis actually has such a bloodline. It seems that the rumors seventeen years ago are true..."

Vaguely, Jiang Li heard his own voice speaking, but he clearly didn't make any sound.

"Yin Shen, get out of Mr. Jiang Li's body quickly!"

"Although he is not favored by the Marquis, after all, he has the blood of the Jiang family flowing in him and cannot be desecrated by ghosts!"

Outside the courtyard of Yinwu Pavilion, four soldiers in heavy silver armor stood with swords in their hands. They were immediately alert when the ghost appeared, but before he could take action, Jiang Li was already possessed by the ghost.

They held knives and shouted, but they did not dare to take action easily for fear of hurting Jiang Li's body.

"Hehe, although you have a low status, you are the heir of Zhenwu Marquis after all. No matter what, if they throw a trap, I will have a better chance of winning if I want to escape from Shengjing City."

"Jiang Li" let out bursts of strange laughter, and his body actually floated up from the snow. He glanced disdainfully at the four late-stage soldiers of the fifth-level martial arts giant, and was about to fly up.

"Ah..."

The next moment, an unexpected scream suddenly came from "Jiang Li"'s mouth, and the ghost that had just entered his body fell out for no apparent reason.

"What's in your body actually swallowed up all my spiritual thoughts!"

The Yin Hun fell out of Jiang Li's body, horrified and frightened. The originally solid Yin Hun body was now as transparent as mist, floating, and could be blown away by a gust of wind.

It opened its mouth and wanted to scream, but Jiang Shirong, who was sitting in the study room hundreds of meters away, punched through the void and hit Yin Hun directly.

Just hearing a loud bang, the snow on the ground was shaken away within a few hundred meters, and half of the Zhenwu Marquis' mansion trembled.

After a short pause, when the snowflakes fall again, there is still half a shadow of the ghost.

"What happened!"

Jiang Li sat up from the ground with difficulty. He had a splitting headache. It seemed as if a lot of things had been stuffed into his head, which made it swollen badly.

He shook his head vigorously, and when the feeling of dizziness disappeared, he opened his eyes and saw only snowflakes swirling in the sky.

The ghost that wanted to take over his body has long since disappeared.

"Master Li, are you okay?"

A sudden voice sounded behind him, and Jiang Li looked back, only to see a thin and short old man standing in the snow, looking at him expressionlessly.

This old man is thin and thin, but he wears an extremely loose black robe, which is empty and quite strange, especially his silver hair, which is whiter than the falling snowflakes in the world.

"Mr. Qiu, I'm fine. Where is that ghost just now?"

Jiang Li stood up from the ground. He recognized the old man in front of him. He was the chief steward of Zhenwuhou Mansion. He had been with Jiang Shirong for decades, and he gained deep trust and high status. Even Jiang Shirong's descendants were surprised when they saw Qiu Tianhai.

Be polite and courteous.

And unlike other housekeepers in the house, Qiu Tianhai always had the same expression no matter who he was dealing with, and he never showed any impatience or contempt towards Jiang Li.

"That thing is not a ghost, it's just the ghost of a cultivator. He thinks that if he reaches the state of seizing the body, he can dominate the world and break into the Hou Mansion where the bloody masculine energy gathers.

"But under the spirit of Hou Ye's fist, unless it is a ghost who transcends life and death, any ghost will be scattered!"

Qiu Tianhai said: "The Marquis already knows your purpose of coming, but he doesn't want to see you now. He just wants you to study in peace. When can you really cultivate your mind well, it won't be too late to talk about other things!"

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Li, whose cotton-padded clothes were soaked with snow water, frowned slightly and said, "Half a year ago, the Marquis went hunting in the Western Mountains with His Majesty, and brought back fine snow deer skins, and ordered the garment workshop in the mansion to make them for everyone.

A young lady is making a leather coat to keep out the cold... It must be that the garment workshop has been negligent, and the old slave has gone to help the young master!"

As Qiu Tianhai spoke, he slowly turned around and walked in one direction. An old voice drifted back: "Old slave, send the young master back to the hospital!"

"You know why I'm here, but you don't want to see me!"

Jiang Li didn't hear what Qiu Tianhai said behind him. He stared blankly at the majestic cornices of Yinwu Pavilion behind the towering green wall. He didn't expect that after standing all night in the cold winter, what he waited for was Jiang Shirong's scolding and scolding!

Cultivation of mind?

No matter in his previous life or after his rebirth, he was treated coldly by his father, and was deliberately targeted by the Helou family for more than ten years. Even a saint cannot be calm!

It’s not too late?

Regardless of martial arts, Qi, or Confucianism and Taoism, the sooner the better.

After a certain age, even your talents will be buried.

It’s never too late to tell you when!

Since it's not too late, why did Jiang Shirong's dozens of other heirs, regardless of their gender, character, or qualifications, hire famous teachers and Confucians to teach them reading, martial arts, and cultivate their health since they were two or three years old!

But I can only hold on to a pile of old books and suffer in a simple courtyard!

Even if you don’t have any shame, you can still say something so upright and full of truth!

"That's fine, I only have my mother's love in my memory. Today Jiang Shirong has cut off my last thoughts. In the future, whether I am powerful or fall into dust, I will have nothing to do with this Marquis Mansion or you, Jiang Shirong!"
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