Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Zhao Dezhu laughed and said, "When you come back from Qingzhou, the speed should be shortened."

Song Xuan looked at him puzzledly. What did he mean?

"Huang Taiji's rebellion is one thing, but severing the dragon vein is a serious cause and effect between heaven and earth. If you can get rid of these people, there is a high probability that you will have the opportunity to increase your luck and gain the favor of heaven and earth!"

"Luck?"

"Yes, it's luck!"

Zhao Dezhu explained, "To be frank, except for a few individuals, those who can go far on the road of martial arts are all favored by heaven and earth. They all have a certain amount of luck, which is what we often call a genius.

Luck is something that cannot be seen or touched, but you can feel it.

Most people in the world may not be able to obtain a martial art even after fighting for their lives, but those who are blessed with good luck may have the opportunity to inherit some powerful martial arts by falling down or jumping off a cliff.

For a normal person, a bottleneck may last a lifetime, and a lifetime of practice may not be as effective as the sudden enlightenment of those geniuses.

This time, I called you back specifically to solve the problem in Qingzhou. On the one hand, the more important thing is that you should seize this opportunity and get this fortune.

With luck, your chances of becoming a martial arts master within ten years will increase significantly."

Song Xuan digested this information for a while, and after a moment, he asked in confusion, "Uncle Zhao, why does it have to take ten years? Is there something big going to happen in ten years?"

Zhao Dezhu shook his head. "It's not a big deal. It's mainly because our Commander Ye is getting old. He will retire in ten years at most and focus on breaking through to the Grandmaster realm."

This vacant commander position... "

He looked at Song Xuan with a smile, "Don't tell me you don't want to sit."

Song Xuan rubbed his forehead and asked, "Will the commander be very busy?"

“Not busy, not busy!”

Zhao Dezhu knew what Song Xuan's temperament was like at work. He would rather sit than stand or lie down than sit, so he explained, "The Xuanyi Guard system has long been perfected, and most of the things are handled by the three agencies below.

The commander only needs to stay in the government office and maintain the normal operation of the Xuanyi Guard."

Victoria Song excitedly asked, "Is it because I've become the commander? No one dares to say anything even if I slack off at work?"

Zhao Dezhu looked at the brother and sister speechlessly, and said in a low voice: "It seems that you still don't understand the power of our Xuanyi Guards well enough.

Let’s put it this way, if you become the commander-in-chief, whoever sits on the throne of the next emperor will have to have your approval before he can sit firmly on it.

With such great power, all you want to do is slack off at work?"

Song Xuan turned his head and glanced at Song Qian.

The little girl was very excited at this moment, with an attitude of "Brother, come on, you have to protect me from now on, and I can walk around the entire imperial capital with my head held high."

Zhao Dezhu continued, "Song Xuan, there are said to be 120 of our Xuanyiwei hereditary families, but in reality, most of them have declined and haven't produced any talented people for several generations.

Currently, there are only more than 30 families in the Xuanyiwei system that can be considered as capable.

Among these more than 30 companies, there are only a few who can be called geniuses among the younger generation.

In addition to you two siblings, the Lu sisters have also been a focus of our attention.

But alas, these two sisters have chosen another path, and now all our hopes rest on you.

If you are unable to shoulder this burden, the position of commander may fall into the hands of other forces.

Those people have long coveted our power and benefits. If we let them take over, I'm afraid you won't even be able to slack off at work, and I'm afraid you won't even be able to receive your salary and benefits on time."

"Understood!"

Song Xuan took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhao, I have enjoyed the treatment of a hereditary Xuanyi Guard. If I need to step forward, I will take up this important position."

Zhao Dezhu laughed heartily. "I've known you were a sensible person since you were little. Okay, go back and spend the New Year with your family."

Don't feel any burden in your heart. At least in the next ten years, we old guys can still protect you from the wind and rain."

.....

After leaving the yamen and on the way home, Victoria Song kept thinking about a question.

"Brother, tell me, is there a Grandmaster among our hereditary Xuanyi Guard family?"

"Have!"

Song Xuan spoke without hesitation, he never doubted this.

In the world of high martial arts, strength is respected. The fact that the hereditary Xuanyiwei family has been able to stand for three hundred years speaks volumes.

Chapter 185 Song Xuan's Leisure Time

There was not much noise when Song Xuan and his sister returned to Beijing, but even so, some people still paid attention to them.

In a mansion in the south of the imperial capital, some people gathered together and were discussing something.

"Everyone, the brother and sister are back!"

At the center of the living room, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes was drinking tea and speaking calmly.

"Come back if you want. Outside, he's a dragon, but in the imperial capital, he's just a snake at best. What kind of waves can he cause?"

Someone shrugged it off, "This was just a test. Since they reacted so violently, there's no need to continue."

The man in elegant clothes nodded. "These hereditary Black Guards are really tough to deal with. The Xu family has fallen to such a low point that they have almost no connection with other families. But even so, they still don't allow outsiders to touch them."

An old man with extraordinary bearing sighed and said, "Because of Xu Ping'an, the eight major families in Yangzhou were almost wiped out, and even a prince was killed.

This is the attitude of Ye Tian and his men. Whoever moves will be annihilated!"

"Pity!"

The man in the main seat, dressed in fine clothes, sighed, "It is said that Ye Tian and his men later brought the Xu family branch to the imperial capital and preserved the Xu family's hereditary position in the Xuanyi Guard system.

Trying to eliminate them bit by bit won't work."

Everyone sighed with regret.

There are one hundred and twenty hereditary Xuanyiwei families. Some of them have long since withered and declined and have no sense of existence at all. But even so, as long as one of these families is still in power, no force will be allowed to touch them!

This was true for Ye Tian, ​​and for the previous commanders of the Xuanyi Guards.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the next generation of Xuanyiwei commanders favored by Ye Tian and his companions will be the Song Xuan brother and sister."

An old man asked tentatively, "Everyone, is there anyone who has the courage to try and see what the reaction would be if the successor of the Xuanyi Guard suddenly died?

With all your power and wealth in the court, you should have several martial arts masters available, right?"

The man in fancy clothes was stunned and his eyes met with everyone else's. Then everyone awkwardly picked up their teacups and drank the tea in silence.

Is this a question of courage?

How idiotic must one be to come up with such a suggestion?

Even the Xu family, a small and unknown family with only one descendant left, had its death wiped out all the aristocratic families in Mingzhou.

Now you want to touch the successor chosen by the hereditary Xuanyiwei family?

Are your mothers wholesalers, and can’t stop killing them?

Or do you think that your nine clans are too many and want to make room for other forces?

After finishing the tea in the cup, the man in the fine clothes stood up and said helplessly: "Everyone, let's just leave it at that. Isn't this how we have been living these years?

I thought that the current emperor wanted to weaken the power of the Xuanyi Guards, and we might be able to add fuel to the fire, but now it seems that the current emperor has no courage and doesn't have the guts to break off relations with the Xuanyi Guards.

In that case, everyone, please go back and spend the New Year peacefully first."

Someone stood up unwillingly and said, "Is this the only way?"

The man in fine clothes hummed, "It can only be this way! This generation of emperor is not suitable, so let's wait for the next generation! We can only hope that the next one will be a man of great courage.

After all, the Great Zhou is a country of martial arts, so the next prince should be chosen from among those with high martial arts skills.

Only when you are strong enough can you sit on the throne of the emperor with confidence and courage, right?"

"Alright, that's the only way." Someone agreed, "Everyone, go back and pay attention. Collect more information about the princes. Next time, you must choose a stronger one!"

I don’t ask the next emperor to disband the Xuanyi Guard, but he should at least limit their power.

I've had enough of this life of having a blade hanging over my head at any moment, with my head chopped off at any moment!"

......

"Who will wake up first from the dream? I know it myself."

In the Osmanthus Wing where Song Xuan lived in the Song family, after returning home and having dinner with his parents, Song Xuan slept until noon before getting up.

It was the first time in ten years that he slept at night.

There is no other reason, I just want to have a good sleep at home

In the yard, Father Song Yuanshan came back from the yamen after reporting for duty. He didn't have much work to do, so he lazily lay on a recliner, drinking and basking in the sun.

When it comes to slacking off, the Song family has a tradition of this.

Mother and Victoria Song were busy making dumplings. The mother and daughter were chatting about family matters with laughter. Mother Lin would occasionally hit Victoria Song with a rolling pin.

Song Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed with a smile on his face, taking in all this. Not to mention any worries, he didn't even have a single thought in his mind. He really enjoyed these peaceful days.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, Song Xuan stood up and casually looked around the room he had been away from for nearly a year.

The room was very clean. It was obvious that my mother came to clean the room often.

He stood up and picked up a clay figurine on the desk and played with it casually. This clay figurine was given to him by his fiancée when he was eleven years old.

To be precise, most of the clay figurines, porcelain and various ornaments on this desk were given by Lu Qingxue when she was young.

Song Xuan touched the ornaments with a smile on his face, recalling the scenes of his youth.

He opened a cabinet under the desk, which contained many books. Song Xuan flipped through them. Fortunately, his mother did not touch his books, and the Jin Ping Mei at the bottom was not discovered.

The unabridged version of Jin Ping Mei was an ancient book that he had Lu Xiaoliu collect at great expense, and it was of great collection value.

In another cabinet, there are various paintings, including landscape paintings, flower and bird paintings, and figure paintings. The most are figure paintings, all of which are of the friends he grew up with. These were all created in his spare time during his youth when he was practicing.

Picking up a painting at random, Lu Qingxue's slightly youthful and innocent appearance comes to life on the paper.

She looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a side ponytail. Although she was still young, she already had a stunning appearance, especially her chest, which was more than a size larger than that of girls of the same age, which attracted Song Xuan's attention.

Song Xuan smiled and unfolded the scrolls one by one.

"I drew this picture for her not long after we met. She was a little girl and she even hit me with a rock."

"Oh, this picture was drawn when she was ten years old. She went with me to collect protection money. She drew it after she came back. She was as proud as a little swan."

"This one, haha, I drew it on a whim when Victoria Song was beating up Lu Xiaoliu. Don't tell me, Victoria Song was already quite fierce when she was little."

“Hey, this one…”

Turning to the end, Song Xuan opened a portrait. In the portrait, there was a shy and gentle-looking girl with a rosy face and evasive eyes.

"Lu Qingshuang's portrait?" Song Xuan looked at it doubtfully. "This brushstroke wasn't painted by me. When did it get put in my cabinet?"

Chapter 186 Sacred Heart Technique!

Looking at the shy girl in the portrait, Song Xuan smiled.

Lu Qingshuang is actually quite pretty, but she has an older sister who is really too dazzling, so since she was a child, she has seemed a little transparent in Song Xuan’s circle of childhood friends.

In addition, she is weak and doesn't like to talk much, which makes her presence even less felt.

From childhood to adulthood, the amount of words he and Lu Qingshuang said combined was probably not as much as what he said to her sister in a day.

Song Xuan reminisced and couldn't remember when he put the painting in the bookcase. After a moment of silence, he prepared to put it away.

But when he rolled up the image, he found that there were lines of beautiful small words on the back.

"Brother Song Xuan, I originally wanted to take advantage of my sister's absence to get closer to you, but when I think about how well-matched you and my sister are, I just can't muster the courage.

I put this painting in there secretly when you were not at home and took the opportunity to come and play with Xiao Qian.

In fact, I have always envied my sister. You drew many paintings for her, but from beginning to end, there is not a single one of mine in this cabinet.

I envy her, always have.

Obviously, you and I grew up together, but she has your entire youth, and I can only watch you silently from the perspective of an observer and as a sister's little follower.

My sister wrote to me a while ago, saying that she wanted to take me to Yihua Palace to practice, and I agreed.

I can't bear to leave you, but I know that my martial arts talent is not as good as my sister and you, let alone Xiao Qian. Perhaps going to Yihua Palace will allow me to follow you on your life journey for a longer time.