Don’t mention Hong Pi’s self-care practice.

In the mansion of Marquis Wu Wen.

Jing Hongpi thought that the gods were causing a scene, and everyone in the Hou Mansion was alarmed and on alert.

In the inner courtyard, Mrs. Zhao had just ordered someone to send a message to Nanzhou, and dispatched experts from her natal family and the Daluo sect, which had a close relationship with the Zhao family, to guard the Hou Mansion.

"Madam, it's better to rest first,"

"This time, the master's family and the Daluo faction will send experts together. They will arrive in Yujing in the near future. There are elites left by the marquis in the mansion. No matter how powerful the thief is, he will not be able to be more vicious. Madam, there is no need to worry.

.”

An old lady bowed and stood aside, carefully admonishing.

Mrs. Zhao had an expressionless face, still holding a white cat in her arms with shiny hair.

He ignored his sister-in-law's persuasion and said quietly: "I heard that the master who sneaked into the house was found outside Hong Yi's courtyard?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The old lady responded and then said in surprise: "Madam, do you think... how is that possible? I heard that Housekeeper Wu had fought with that man and was seriously injured by him. He escaped calmly among the heavy soldiers,"

"Such a person is probably not weaker than the masters of several major sects, and can be ranked alongside the eight great demon immortals in the world. How can that little bitch be able to reach such a high level?"

"Don't forget that bitch's origins."

Mrs. Zhao looked cold.

There was no one around her, but she didn't need to hide her hatred for Meng Bingyun and Hong Yi.

The old lady was shocked: "Madam, what you mean is... Taishangdao? Yes, that little bitch is a saint of Taishangdao. I heard that her brother is the best Taoist master in the world..."

Mrs. Zhao's face was so cold that frost seemed to form on her face: "Humph, Holy Maiden? She's just a bitch in a brothel. She can't rest in peace even if she dies. That little bitch can't rest in peace either. It's hateful. Why don't you let the wolves eat him with his brother?"

Now, don’t let me be left alone.”

"Madam, do you want me to find someone..."

The old lady's eyes showed fierce murderous intent, and she raised her hand and made a slight cutting motion.

Mrs. Zhao's eyes flashed coldly, but she finally suppressed it: "That's all, a bastard just died. If this one dies again, it's hard to explain to the Marquis."

"Just ask the people below to pay more attention. I hope he is smart and can be a useless person in peace, otherwise... hum."

Mrs. Zhao snorted softly, her face cold and restrained, and she could not tell what she was thinking.

He said softly: "Butler Wu has sent a letter to the Marquis?"

The old lady said: "Yes, but I heard that the war in the south is now tense, and those remnants of the previous dynasty are dying to fight back. I don't know if the Marquis can rush back."

"The War in the South..."

Mrs. Zhao seemed to have remembered something. She rolled her eyelids and looked at the old lady: "Did that person Yazi come just now?"

The old lady's expression changed slightly: "This... is, madam, she just left not long ago."

Mrs. Zhao said calmly: "Did I say that the Hou Mansion should not be involved in this matter?"

The old lady knelt down with a plop: "Madam, I am guilty!"

"Next time, watch your skin carefully."

Mrs. Zhao just said expressionlessly, and then added: "Now that the people are here, have you sent the money? How is the harvest of 'Southern Animals' this year?"

"Back to Madam..."

The old lady replied with a cold sweat.

For those who don't know, even if they hear what the two are saying, they may not be able to understand it.

Not to mention that the Hou Mansion was in turmoil for a while.

Hong Yi, who was not welcomed in the house, was ignored by no one.

Alone, staying in his own courtyard.

His little face was full of excitement.

"Martial arts, Taoism..."

He had just peeked inside the house, feeling frightened and excited about the fight.

Although he was young, he had read many stories in many books about heroes and celebrities who came from poor and humble backgrounds but were able to become marquises and prime ministers with their martial arts and virtues.

After becoming successful and famous, everyone in the family also became prosperous and became richer and richer.

If he can perform outstanding martial arts in the future, be granted the title of general, or take part in the imperial examination and become the top scholar in high school, he will be able to obtain posthumous titles for his mother and eldest brother, be respected by the world, and be worshiped in his family temple.

It's a pity that Mrs. Zhao doesn't allow him to practice martial arts, his father is not in the house, and he is not welcomed. He just wants to study, and he has to work hard.

Fortunately, a year ago he accidentally encountered a strange thing and met an old fox who looked like a human. He invited him to a deep valley to be a mentor to a group of human foxes.

Only then did you realize that the world is so vast and full of wonders.

To his surprise, the old fox not only gave him a generous salary, but also allowed him to get rid of the tight life in the past.

Moreover, there are countless classics and history books in the valley for him to read.

Mother, eldest brother, you spirits in heaven must be watching. Hong Yi will study the articles and principles diligently. In the future, he will be the top scholar in high school and ask for a posthumous title for his mother and eldest brother, so that everyone can respect him.

Xiao Hongyi looked at the night sky outside the window, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, then picked up the book next to him and read hard by the weak light.

…

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

Although the strange incident in Yujing City where hundreds of saints resonated and emitted the light of the Holy Way that night has gradually subsided on the surface.

But secretly, there is an undercurrent surging.

The appearance of a literary saint is a major event that can change the structure of the court and even affect the entire world.

Although articles and principles are not like Taoism and martial arts, which can convince people by force, literary and Taoist saints cannot be like ghosts and immortals, overwhelming the world, or even being unable to tie a chicken with their hands.

But he can write down principles, educate the world, guide people's hearts to rectify, and make people in the world happy and sincerely convinced. His influence is comparable to that of ghosts, immortals, and immortals, or even exceeds it.

Scholars naturally look forward to it.

But no warrior would want this to happen.

That is to say, the new saint of literature and art who resonated with the hundreds of saints in the legend has not yet had a clue, so the situation is temporarily calm.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly! Open the middle door!"

On this day, Wu Wenhou's mansion, which had been in a state of solemnity and silence due to the infiltration of thieves, suddenly seemed to be ignited by a fire.

"Master Hou is back!"

"The rebels in the south have been pacified! Lord Marquis returns victoriously!"

"Hurry! Come to the door to greet us!"

The door is open, and the whole house is full of excitement.

Early in the morning, led by Mrs. Zhao, they gathered in front of the majestic main entrance of the Hou Mansion.

Hong Yi, an unpopular little transparent person, was also driven out early and stood in the corner of the crowd.

Standing behind a group of young masters and ladies, closely followed by a group of domestic servants.

After a while, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and two teams of fully armed knights were seen approaching.

The armored knights are all majestic and majestic, their armor glowing with a cold light, their blood and evil energy intertwined, faintly twisting the surrounding void.

Two columns of knights passed by, lined up on both sides, and the entire street was tightly guarded.

A horse riding a divine horse came slowly, its whole body red as fire, and its four hooves stepped down, and each time they stepped on it, it seemed to faintly shake the ground.

On the back of the divine horse, a person sits high. Although he is wearing strong armor, his hair is tied up with a high crown.

His face was stern, but his demeanor was dignified, somewhat like a scholar or general.

Just looking at the light in the blink of an eye made one's heart feel cold and his soul shaken, and he knew that this person's martial arts cultivation had reached an incredible level.

"Greetings to the Marquis!"

"Welcome the Marquis back home after a great victory!"

Mrs. Zhao led the crowd to pray in unison without daring to be disrespectful.

This is Wu Wenhou and Hong Xuanji of Daqian.

Hong Xuanji didn't look sideways. He got off his horse and glanced at the crowd.

Hong Yi was in the corner of the crowd.

When he saw his father's eyes glancing at him, he straightened his chest immediately.

Unexpectedly, Hong Xuanji's eyes swept past him without stopping at all.

Hong Yi's heart was shocked, and he felt a strong sense of disappointment and resentment.

It’s just that he is no longer in your eyes, but even the eldest brother is gone, and you don’t even have the slightest intention to ask about it?
To be continued...