Sheng Fu

Chapter 662: The heroic spirit crosses thousands of mountains

After walking out of Bai Xiaowei's mansion, Zong Liang led thirty-six of his confidants to Yunhan Prefecture without stopping.

It is expected that we will arrive in Yunhan Prefecture at noon the next day.

However, there are many eyes in the north staring at Bai Xiaowei's mansion, and if there is the slightest sign of trouble in Bazhou, it will spread rapidly.

At night, the streets of Bazhou are brightly lit and there is no trace of decadence.

Helian family, atrium.

The young His Highness the North King has been having trouble living in peace these days.

The politics of Beihai have nothing to do with him at all, and now this work-for-relief scheme is destined to hurt the face of many people.

Fucheng stood under the eaves, looking at the quiet and brilliant night sky. In some bitter cold places in the north, snow was still falling.

When he first came to this mansion, he was not qualified to stand under the eaves of the atrium and stare into the distance. At that time, he was just one of the Eight Gus, the first of the Seven Rules, and a young man with a bright future.

Today, he is still young, but his bright future seems to be drifting away from him.

Machiavellian tactics, one wrong move, and every move is a dead end.

He is in the whirlpool of northern history and has come to the crossroads of this era.

He knew very well that the reason why the Human Emperor appointed him as the Northern King was only to check and balance Yu Wenjun. The most important thing was that he wanted Fucheng to assist the temple as the Northern King, not the north.

Even though I had already made a general judgment about these things at the moment, when they really happened, I would still be worried. The palms and backs of the aristocratic families in the north were full of flesh.

If anyone suffers a loss, it means that King Bei did not protect him; if anyone takes advantage, it means that King Bei is partial.

Outside the atrium, a slightly rough night wind blew in, and in a moment, He Lianxiong arrived.

As the elder of the family and the only remaining fruit of the previous generation, He Lianxiong is now dedicated to assisting His Highness the Northern King. He also sees many possibilities in Fucheng.

Without Fu Cheng, the Helian family would have been exterminated long ago, and now he is the Northern King appointed by His Majesty the Human Emperor. Perhaps, he can really revitalize this severely damaged family and enter unprecedented glory.

But that was much later.

"How?" Fucheng asked softly.

He Lianxiong came to Fucheng, bowed his hands slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The head of the family, Zong Liang, led thirty-six people all the way to Yunhan Prefecture."

"He even carries Bai Xiaowei's sword."

"Now, the Shentu family, the Gongsun family, the Han family, and the Ji family have all heard the news."

"I have sent people to protect Zong Liang and the others secretly, so that no accident will happen."

Fucheng nodded slightly and said: "It is right to send someone to protect him secretly. Although they all understand many truths and know that if something unexpected happens to Zong Liang, His Majesty will definitely be furious and then use thunderous methods."

"However, we cannot rule out the possibility that some good-for-nothing people may create unintended branches, or some idle clouds and wild cranes may deliberately want to embarrass the North."

He Lianxiong said: "How about Yang Yu?"

Fucheng said: "According to the files, those hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land are indeed something that cannot be explained clearly. The Prime Minister will definitely take action on this matter."

"It's a done deal, it can't be stopped."

"Even if I tell Yang Yu in a letter, it won't have any miraculous effect."

"Based on my experience, at this time, it is better to be still than to move. Let's see how the Prime Minister goes about it."

He Lianxiong said: "Those hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land are majestic. It is said that there is a blessed land hidden in the hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land. The Yang family even planted many elixirs, and even some The medicine can be called a holy medicine.”

"It's just a crop field. Yang won't take it seriously. However, Yang Yu will lose his temper after running the blessed land for many years."

"In my opinion, it would be better to inform you in advance."

But Fucheng shook his head and said: "As for what rare treasures there are in those hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land, I don't care at all. But I don't care about this matter. Even if I know it, it is meaningless." "The rest of the people must know that the Prime Minister's sword is sharp. Even I, the King of the North, cannot resist it."

"It's best to stay out of it."

"It's best not to touch the first bad thing."

He Lianxiong stopped talking. He wanted to tell Yunhan Yang about this secretly.

Even if the Yang family of Yunhan already knew the news, it would be different if Fucheng personally informed him and not informed him.

He didn't understand why Fucheng kept silent, and he didn't believe it. Fucheng just didn't want to get into trouble...

Yunhan Prefecture, Yunding Mountain.

Yunding Mountain, with its beautiful scenery, is the best Feng Shui location in Yunhan Prefecture, so it naturally became the place where the Yang family settled.

As the night got darker, a young disciple of the Yang family walked in a hurry from the front yard to the backyard and arrived outside Yang Yu's dojo.

"Grandpa, Bai Xiaowei sent someone to cause trouble for us." The young man said with a look of fear.

In the dojo, Yang Yu was sitting cross-legged. Hearing these words, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. His eyes were bright. Although there was no hope for him in this life due to cultivation, he still had the character he should have.

Seeing his young man so frightened and uneasy, he felt a little disappointed.

There are actually many young people in the aristocratic families who can stay calm in times of crisis and take the overall situation into consideration, but the Yang family of Yunhan has not yet seen such a Qilin son, and I feel a little disappointed when I think about it.

Perhaps it was at that banquet in the past that Bai Xiaowei accidentally leaked his sword energy, which really hurt the mood of many northerners.

Yang Yu stood up and asked in a deep voice: "When are you expected to arrive?"

The young man responded: "It will be noon tomorrow."

"That person is Zong Liang, Bai Xiaowei's confidant."

Yang Yu frowned slightly, Zong Liang, he had heard that Bai Xiaowei had been a cruel official for a period of time, and Zong Liang was Bai Xiaowei's most ferocious minion.

Yang Yu said: "I am anxious to return to Yunding Mountain before dawn."

After hearing this, the young man quickly went down.

Yang Yu touched his left ear. His left ear was cut off by Bai Xiaowei's sword. Thinking of this, a trace of resentment appeared in the depths of his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

On the wide post road, Zong Liang led thirty-six of his followers, riding on dragon-scaled horses, traveling at starry night. Bai Xiaowei's sword was on Zong Liang's waist. This magical weapon gave Zong Liang a lot of confidence.

In the age of great strife, he knew that every slightly bigger event would most likely affect the direction of history. He also knew very well that what he and the Prime Minister were doing now were affecting the history of the northern continent of the human race.

Thinking of this, Zong Liang felt proud.

After serving as an official for many years, only tonight, with the dragon-scaled horse on my crotch and the holy sword hanging on my waist, I can take advantage of the intoxicating spring breeze to stretch my heart's boundless pride.

"Tomorrow, we must make Yang Yu look good. You must not have stage fright. This time, we can only win, not lose!" Zong Liang shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, sir. If things don't go well, we will die or not!" Someone responded.

"So what if the family is aristocratic? They all have to bow their heads in front of the Prime Minister's sword!" Someone responded.

"..."

Tonight, the spring breeze does not stop, the horses' hooves are fast, and their heroic spirit reaches thousands of mountains.

The next day, noon.

Zong Liang led the crowd and lined up at the foot of Yunding Mountain.

This mountain is towering into the clouds, full of aura, and has nurtured behemoths like the Yang family of Yunhan.

In the field of vision, Yang Yu, who was missing his left ear, was slowly approaching Zong Liang and the others with a smile on his face, leading a group of direct descendants.