Invincible little uncle

Chapter 231 2. Murong Xue

"What kind of wine is this for women, Lao Huang, I didn't expect you to have such a light taste? Is it such a woman? Huh?"

Xia Guang complained.

The carriage stopped under a small cluster of red maple trees, and the slightly frayed rope was tied to a slightly thicker tree and circled twice.

Under the tree, red leaves the size of chicken feet fell on the heads of the old and the young sitting on the ground.

The hand of the old servant who was pouring wine for the young man paused, "Didn't you like to drink this Mingyue wine the most before? You also praised its color as amber, its taste as sweet as mountain spring, the wine is not intoxicating, everyone gets drunk, why is it today?" "

Xia Guang didn't pick up the wine glass, and brought the pot directly, raised his head and drank, his Adam's apple rolled, and didn't stop until the whole pot was empty, "Shu Chang!"

From this timeline, he naturally saw the true identity of this old Huang.

Coincidentally, this feminine and old-fashioned silent man is Ling Juehu from his previous life.

He is still an eunuch in this life, and he should have been sent from one of the dark guards "Fenglin Volcano" to secretly protect him. However, this order may have been issued too early, and it is unknown how many dark guards are still alive. , he naturally became a loner.

Therefore, Ling Juehu could only call himself Lao Huang, came to Huangpu's house to be a servant, and did not dare to use swordsmanship, for fear of being spotted by others and causing death.

In another world, the governor of Fengchang and King Chujiang of the Underworld, who killed decisively and destroyed people like a daily routine, turned out to be such a humble and taciturn old servant.

Even Xia Guang felt a little desolate.

It doesn't matter, since I'm here, I will naturally take you to great success.

what an interesting world
And maybe because of the special structure of this world, the cultivation system and exercises are also very interesting, which are different from any previous world.

Although he already knew about it from the timeline of the past, Xia Guang suddenly lowered his voice and said to the old servant: "Old Huang, I want to learn martial arts."

The feminine servant glanced at the young master, shook his head and said, "Young master, you have already passed the best age for martial arts, the old servant advises you to start a business, the family has so many properties that need to be managed, and it may be safe and sound. Nothing better than living life licking blood on the tip of a knife."

Da Zhou has already died, and it has been ten years, and I haven't heard of any waves.

It seems that those talented masters have not been able to do anything, at most they are still living in the dark.

Even Xia Zhi, the one who created the hidden guard, must have already gone, right?

There is also the peerless genius of the royal family, the elder sister of Young Master Yi, the eldest princess Xia Jiejie. During the fire, she dragged the demon knife and slaughtered the dragon into the bloody storm. Now she is missing and has no whereabouts. not enough.

"Old Huang, I want to learn martial arts." Xia Guang repeated.

The old servant didn't intend to teach Xia Guang his kung fu, but he just said with an excuse: "Didn't you learn it before, but this martial arts practice is too difficult and tiring, and it's not like what you think, learning and doing again What's the use?
That Miss Murongxue, in fact, even if you really come in, my lord, she might not like you. "

Lao Huang is still used to hands-on, so he is not very good at talking. Once he said this, he regretted it.

But Xia Guang sneered, and leaned back against the tree, "Old Huang, do you think that I practice martial arts for that woman?"

Lao Huang hastily remedied: "The old servant didn't mean that just now."

Xia Guang shook his head: "Old Huang, I just don't want to live like this. People only have this life. If it is long, it is a hundred years. If it is short, it can't be a city. If you go to a business, you will be robbed by robbers." up.

Misfortunes come and go, and death is death. These days, if you have no strength, you are just a fish waiting to be slaughtered. "

Lao Huang said softly: "Young master is not a fish, but the youngest son of the Huangpu family who feels owed, and there is an old servant, whoever wants to touch the young master, first step over the old servant's corpse. Why do you have to be brave?"

Xia Guang stood up and patted the old servant on the shoulder, "Come on, your three-legged cat kung fu has beaten two or three local ruffians to death. If you don't teach it, don't teach it. Let's go."

Lao Huang squinted his eyes, but did not refute, and responded softly.

Looking at the back of the young master climbing into the carriage.

However, the figure suddenly paused like a stone sculpture, and there was a voice that didn't look serious, but seemed to be talking casually. "Old Huang, this is not trying to be brave, I just want to tell others that what is lost must be taken back with my own hands."

The old servant didn't ask "what did you lose, young master?" He didn't even answer the question, but just lowered his head, with a soft face, clenched fists, and a somewhat desolate look in his eyes.

Looking up again, Xia Guang had already got into the carriage.

The old servant stepped on the pedal slowly, passed the whip, and suddenly said: "The old servant can't teach you martial arts, but this Jianghu can chat with you."

"Go ahead."

"There are knight-errants everywhere in this rivers and lakes, but these are just show-offs. If you don't fight them, at most they are betting on darts, or doing some chivalrous things, looking for opportunities everywhere, but if you want to talk and improve, But it’s basically hopeless.”

"Why?"

"Warriors are divided into five ranks, and their skills are also divided into five ranks. If you practice a few ranks of kung fu, you will be a few ranks of warriors. However, even a fifth rank warrior needs to progress step by step, starting from the first rank. And that's the problem."

The boy in the carriage seemed to be listening carefully.

"Cultivation techniques need to be consistent. If you have practiced a first-rank kung fu method that has no follow-up, then you will only be a first-rank martial artist in your life, unless you get the marrow washing elixir and start over from the original kung fu. But The spirit pills are extremely precious, even the big sects don't have many."

The boy in the carriage interjected, "How could this happen?"

Lao Huang smiled wryly and said: "Young master, I want to ask, if you get a fifth-rank exercise, if you step into the peak of first-grade and get a second-rank exercise, can't you just practice it? And why can't you practice it at the same time?" Two exercises?"

Not waiting to answer, Lao Huang said directly: "I asked this question at the beginning of my martial arts practice, and even doubted it, but the fact is that if you practice against the rules, you will not be able to proceed at all. If you practice forcefully, you will only know the meridians. Confusion, madness."

There was silence in the carriage.

"Since the change of heaven ten years ago, the big merchants have dominated the continent, promulgated the military restriction order, and at the same time deployed supervision departments in various places to supervise the various sects in the Jianghu. The powerful merchants are powerful, and those who are dissatisfied in the Jianghu Killed, the rest can only obey.

The so-called military restriction order has several important regulations.

One of them is the division of forces in the Jianghu.

There are 300 people in Jianghu Dapai, and they can have one copy of the fifth-rank complete inheritance exercises, two fourth-rank complete inheritance exercises, and there is no limit to third-rank and below.

A medium sect with 120 members, who can have one or two copies of the complete inheritance exercises of the fourth rank, and there is no limit to the third rank and below.

A small sect with 30 members, who are not allowed to possess fourth-grade exercises.

But in Jianghu, the exercises that can be passed on among scattered people can only be one or two grades, and it is that kind of wild way, there is no follow-up exercise.

After practicing, that's all. "

A slightly puzzled voice came from the carriage: "Why do you want to limit it to this point?"

The old servant said softly: "My lord, you know that a martial artist of the fifth rank can be as powerful as a thousand. How could the imperial court not control such terrifying strength. As for the first rank and second rank, it is nothing to be afraid of. While running around the city, if you encounter bandits, you will be able to retreat completely."

The carriage paused for a moment, as if thinking and digesting, "Is the fifth-rank warrior the pinnacle?"

The old servant smiled lightly, "My lord, just take it as a joke. It is rumored that there is an unspecified regulation in this military restriction order, that is, no matter when and where, mind-cultivating exercises can only be kept in the imperial court. In his hands, people in the world must never have it. This is called forbidden martial arts.

In this way, the young master knows the difficulty of martial arts practice, right?
Not to mention learning, even this first step, I’m afraid you won’t even get the exercises. Of course, if you ask the Patriarch, the Patriarch will make an exception, but he will give you a copy of the exercises of the third rank to the end at the expense of the world. It's over the top.

In the Huangpu family in the south of the Yangtze River, there are 120 warriors, and there are two fourth-rank inheritance exercises. "

There was silence in the carriage, and he suddenly asked again: "Why... the imperial court is so strict about the fourth-rank and fifth-rank exercises? Although the fifth-rank powerhouse is worth a thousand horses, there should be more masters in the court, right?"

The old servant seemed to be satisfied with the young master's carefulness, and patiently explained in a low voice: "Because only the fourth rank and above have the opportunity to look for further opportunities. It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a dragon in the sky at a time of turmoil. What the imperial court is afraid of is this."

There was complete silence in the carriage.

The old servant muttered again: "The old servant said a lot to you today, I hope the young master will rot these in his stomach."

"Ah."

There was an answer from the car.

The wheels were whirling, and the carriage covered with maple leaves leisurely arrived at the pier in the east of West Lake.

From here, you can take a boat to the Huangpu family in the middle of the lake.

Lao Huang took the horse and went to his own place. The inner courtyard of the aristocratic family is not a place where old servants like him can go. If they are not summoned, the servants can only stay outside the aristocratic family.

Xia Guang stepped on the land of the inner courtyard, stepped on the fine sand by the lake, and entered from the main entrance. In front of him, there was a marble screen with illustrations of Jiangnan in ink and wash. The hall spreads out in all directions, and there are small courtyards one after another, as well as some secrets of the family.

Walking through an arch, a man and a woman are playing chess on both sides of the stone table.

The man's name is Huangpu Fang, about fifteen, a few months younger than Xia Guang, young and mature, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, full of romantic taste, according to seniority, he is Xia Guang's half brother, but...but somehow , he was abruptly regarded as the youngest son, among the four brothers and sisters, he was called the younger brother.

Huang Pu's side was born to his wife, and at this time he was holding a sunspot in his hand, and he was dropping it freely.

The woman is as beautiful as snow, beautiful and incomparable, and she is also the same age. She is the original Murong family celestial girl, Murong Snow.

Facing Huang Pu's side, the ice and snow on her body seemed to be melting, and she even brought on a smile like that of early spring. At this moment, she was holding a white piece, thinking hard.

The original Xia Guang pleaded with Murong Xue, and the latter ignored him at all, but he was very close to this Huang Pu, and even the servants were accustomed to this matter.

Huangpu has a high level of comprehension, is handsome and unrestrained, and it is said that he was able to impart one of the two four-class unique knowledge of the family.

On the other hand, Xia Guang, the mud can't support the wall, and he spends his days drinking and drinking, if he is not lucky, and was found by the owner, he might just be a peasant hunter wandering in the mountains.

What kind of mother raises what kind of son.

The mistress of the Huangpu family is indeed from a big family, but one can tell from the character and ability of the two young masters.

Seeing Xia Guang passing by the side of the corridor, Murong Xue's expression remained unchanged, that is, she didn't even raise her head, but a little disgust flashed across her eyebrows.

On the other hand, Huangpu laughed boldly, hooked his fingers, and shouted directly: "Brother, come here, I have something to tell you."

(End of this chapter)