Wei Yuan walked out of the room in the morning light, and was greeted by the chilly autumn air.
The guards outside the post house have all prepared to follow Wei Yuan to Xiyuan to participate in the autumn hunt. Wei Yuan looked up at the sky, and there was a layer of clouds in the sky, not thick but not thin either, which made people feel gloomy just looking at it.
It's getting cold, but I don't know if it will snow today...
Wei Yuan felt inexplicably emotional, then looked away, and suddenly stopped.
In the courtyard of the post house, an old servant was sweeping the fallen leaves. His movements were slow, but he seemed to be integrated with the whole world, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground to the edge one by one.
In an instant, this courtyard seemed to turn into heaven and earth, and the fallen leaves turned into figures of the past, children of fate. However, the time has come, and they can only wither helplessly and be swept into the remnants of history.
Wei Yuan's heart was shaken, but when he looked at the old servant again, all the strange things disappeared. The old servant's movements became old-fashioned, and the vitality in his body was like a candle in the wind, which might be extinguished at any time.
Wei Yuan did not go over, but waved to call the post office official and asked, "Who is he?"
The officer suddenly turned pale and broke into a cold sweat.
The handyman in the posthouse suddenly fell ill two days ago and was bedridden at home. The official thought that there was nothing wrong with him, so he randomly found a shabby old man to top up his salary. He just gave him two cakes a day, and the wages naturally fell into his own pocket.
, I didn’t expect that on the first day of work, I was asked by Master Jiedushi!
Seeing the official's appearance, Wei Yuan had an idea of ​​what he was doing, so he stopped asking. His mind was racing, and without disturbing the old servant, he walked out of the courtyard, mounted his horse, and galloped towards the city gate.
But Wei Yuan still felt a little emotional.
The post house is the face of the Jin Dynasty. In addition to the diplomatic missions from various countries, those who can stay must be at least third-level governors and admirals. For a place like this to be greedy for money, it is like squeezing oil out of stones.
Wei Yuan was too lazy to take care of it, and he didn't want to take care of it. No matter whether it was a small official or a high official, if he caught one, there would still be a bunch of them, and there was no end. He suddenly thought, would the realm be like this in the future?
Hundreds of cavalrymen left the city gate, joined the four hundred cavalrymen who were already waiting outside the city, and then ran towards Xiyuan under the guidance of a small group of forbidden troops.
Autumn hunting is in Xiyuan, which is a hunting ground exclusively for the royal family of the Western Jin Dynasty. It stretches for 500 miles and includes mountains, forests and rivers.
Autumn hunting will officially start at noon. Wei Yuan arrived an hour early and was introduced to the martial arts field by the internal officials. His cavalry went to the designated military camp to garrison.
As usual, the Autumn Hunt is divided into two parts. In the first martial arts performance, warriors from all forces are selected to compete in front of the emperor to determine the top spot. Participants in the martial arts performance are limited to those below the Dharma Prime Minister. After all, Dharma Prime Minister monks will be reused by all forces, so let them participate.
This kind of competition can easily arouse public anger and is difficult to control.
For Qiu Shou's martial arts performance, the arena is a thousand feet long. Pergola stands have been set up on both sides, with special positions for senior officials. Wei Yuan also has a small area on the side stand where he can bring ten personal guards.
After Wei Yuan sat down in the stands, several internal officials came to him carrying a bronze mirror. One of the internal officials said: "Master Wei, please check your appearance in the mirror to avoid being rude."
This bronze mirror is really a treasure. It can shed its disguise and reveal its true self. No one below the Immortal Lord can avoid it. Although the bronze mirror is not fully activated, ghosts and evil spirits cannot escape and will disappear as soon as it is shined upon.
Looking in the mirror and grooming yourself is a fixed procedure to prevent someone from sneaking in with a disguised identity or secretly carrying evil objects. Wei Yuan was not afraid, so he calmly stood in front of the copper realm.
A heroic face is reflected in the bronze mirror. The eyebrows are like swords, but they are not always sharp. They are convergent at the extreme. The nose is high and thin, and the shape is like a sword. The lips are red but not demonic. As for a pair of
The eyes are naturally beautiful. At first, Grandmaster Fen Hai liked Xiao Weiyuan's eyes and thought they were prettier than Zhang Sheng, which made Zhang angry to death.
The person in the mirror was wearing a purple-gold hair crown, and his long hair was tied up casually, fluttering wildly in the wind.
It seems that I am doing well... Wei Yuan wanted to watch for a while, but when he saw sweat on the foreheads of the two young chamberlain officers, it was very difficult to lift the mirror, so he had no choice but to give up and asked the chamberlain next to him: "Is it okay?"
Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Wei Yuan's body, the official said hurriedly: "Master Wei is born with a talent, so naturally he can..."
His last note suddenly lengthened, and the whole world turned into black and white in Wei Yuan's eyes, and everyone's movements slowed down ten times.
There is still one last bit of color in the whole world. That is myself in the bronze mirror. One of the pupils of my left eye has turned into cyan!
In Wei Yuan's ears, there was a vague voice echoing: "The donor is destined to be my Buddha..."
Wei Yuan relaxed his mind and suppressed the three immortal plants to prevent any breath from leaking out. He quietly watched the world return to its original state and the inner officer's voice returned to normal.
The officials carried the bronze mirror down and headed to the stand next door.
Wei Yuan sat still, and there was nothing strange on his face. Just now, the White Lotus on the Earth made some movements, which seemed to be arousing, but was suppressed by Wei Yuan. Just looking at the internal officials who were getting away, Wei Yuan
If you think about it, even the bronze mirror that holds the country is abnormal?
Did something happen to the magic weapon, or did something happen to the country?
It seems that the King of England's reminder was not without purpose. Qiu Shou's fruit is indeed very deep. Wei Yuan has made up his mind that he will not mess around this time. He will shrink back when encountering difficulties and only take his own share. If it doesn't work, don't take that share.
Although the King of England believes that Qiu Shou should have Wei Yuan's share, Wei Yuan is now very understanding of human nature and knows that some people don't think so. They only think that everything should be theirs by nature. Some people may originally think that
This share should belong to Wei Yuan, but he felt that his share was not enough, so he changed his mind.
Thinking of the inexplicably changed color of his eyes in the mirror, Wei Yuan pretended to touch his left eye casually, but fortunately there was nothing abnormal.
His mind suddenly wandered, and he had a strange idea: If he didn't succeed in life and became down and out in the future, wouldn't he be able to eat a few bites with this face?
Wei Yuan then thought of a certain little monk who was inexplicable. Although the little monk had some problems with his head, he really didn't say that if the apocalypse came, he would not have to worry about having a bite to eat.
Perhaps it was because the little monk was born well that Wei Yuan was very clever that day and slapped him in the face frequently.
In the blink of an eye, noon has arrived, and all kinds of demons, demons and gods have gathered together. King Jin is sitting on a high platform in the middle, high up, but his face is still hidden in the shadows and cannot be seen clearly.
"Noon has arrived, and the autumn hunt has begun!" The voice of Liu Quangong, the chief eunuch who presided over the ceremony, echoed throughout the audience and lingered for a long time.
Wei Yuan immediately felt several eyes falling on him, and they were unscrupulous and not covered at all. Wei Yuan looked back and saw that one was a rough and violent man, and the other was a man with eyes like an eagle, and his eyebrows seemed to be wandering.
Diffuse shadow.
These two people, like Wei Yuan, were both military envoys. One was Xu Tongshou, the military governor of Anbei in the north, and the other was Lu Wenbai, the military governor of Yunxiang who bordered Tangshi in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
At this time, the internal officials continued to roll call, and each warrior came onto the martial arts field, divided into six pairs, and began to catch and fight. After a while, there were winners and losers. The winners were led aside to rest, and most of the losers were carried off. After a while, the martial arts performance
There were six more pairs of newcomers competing on the field.
This martial arts performance is completely different from the King of Wei's dinner. This is a martial arts performance in front of the emperor. The warriors on stage are all warriors who have been recruited with great effort by princes and ministers from all walks of life. Each of them has strong cultivation and profound Taoism, and they are fighting to the death in the blink of an eye.
Three lives were lost in a short period of time. The body parts of the dead bodies were immediately collected by the officials, and the large blood stains left behind were slowly absorbed by the martial arts field.
Compared with Qiu Shou's martial arts performance, the King of Wei's night banquet was simply like children playing house.
Cui Yuxuyi stood behind Wei Yuan, and after only watching two rounds, his color changed slightly. Those who ended up were all good players, and the two of them had no advantage in entering, and the two of them were not as fierce as the competitors at all.
Those people would kill each other whenever they met, no matter how underhanded and deadly they were. Not to mention killer methods, even some street gangsters used methods, just to win.
At this time, screams suddenly sounded in the field. A male swordsman faced the female swordsman. He had already cut off the female swordsman's arm and leg. At this time, he was stepping on the female swordsman's chest and slowly twisting it. Listening
The ribs under my feet made crunching sounds.
Unexpectedly, the female swordsman's only remaining arm suddenly grew a foot longer. She grabbed the swordsman's crotch, crushed all the cumbersome things, and then dug her five fingers into the flesh to dig out the lump!
The male swordsman screamed in agony, raised his sword and cut off his opponent's head. He himself did not last long before he fell to the ground and died.
This game was just beginning. The following rounds of competition became more and more cruel and bloody, and the strength of the contestants became stronger and stronger. However, the princes and nobles watching the battle became more and more excited, placing bets and spending money like water.
The internal official standing in the stands asked enthusiastically: "Master Wei, don't you want to play with both hands?"
Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said: "I have no luck in gambling, so I might as well forget it."
"What a pity. This year's martial arts performance was more exciting than before..." The official kept shaking his head, as if he was regretting the missed several hundred million immortal silver for Wei Yuan.
At this time, a female swordsman in the field cut off the opponent's earth shield and the heavy shield in her hand with one sword, and cut him diagonally into two pieces. She stood in the enemy's blood and said loudly: "Beijing San
I would like to ask Mr. Wei Yuanwei for advice on repairing Jiang Yao!"
It's still here... Wei Yuan already knew it in his heart. Looking towards the main stage, King Jin was sitting high in the shadow, motionless.
Wei Yuan stood up, picked up the Pure Land, and walked into the martial arts arena. The surrounding stands were silent, and all the big shots were examining Wei Yuan, but from their faces, it was impossible to tell what was going on in their hearts.
Now that we have come to Autumn Hunting, we cannot escape this level. Looking at it from another perspective, only by showing something can we be eligible to take one.
The other couples in the field had already decided the winner, so they all retreated, leaving only Wei Yuan and the female swordsman. The female swordsman has short hair, is of medium height, and the magic sword in her hand is four feet long and one palm wide.
A big sword, but not a giant sword. She was wearing a white warrior uniform, which should be a good robe. There were cloth strips wrapped around her forearms. The cloth strips had various effects such as strength, speed, and breaking magic.
There were still a few fresh scars on her originally delicate face. Her sword skills were simple and practical, and matched perfectly with Taoism. The sword skills were full of ruthlessness but lacked roundness. They should have been polished and molded in life-and-death fights.
Wei Yuan stood still in front of her and asked: "I am the Dingxi Jiedu envoy of the imperial court, with a second-rank official position. What qualifications do you have to challenge me?"
The female swordsman was startled and didn't know how to answer.
Although she has little experience, she also knows that this question is difficult to answer. If the answer is wrong and the King of Jin agrees, then for what reason can she challenge Wei Yuan? Wei Yuan can send someone to challenge her mastermind behind the scenes for the same reason. On the one-on-one challenge
In terms of fighting skills, Taichu Palace has never been afraid of anyone.
The female swordsman's ears twitched, her expression changed, she suddenly clenched her left hand, but then slowly loosened it, and said: "After this battle, no matter I win or lose, I will cut off one of my arms to atone for the offense!"
Wei Yuan said calmly: "Which hand should be cut off?"
The female swordsman's face was a little pale, she suddenly raised her left hand and said: "The hand holding the sword!"
Wei Yuan finally nodded and said, "Okay."
On the high platform, several people seemed to be relieved.
Wei Yuan and the female swordsman distanced themselves, and the officials quickly cleaned up the blood stains and remnants on the ground, reestablished the formation, and then retreated to the outside.
Wei Yuan felt a faint gaze falling on him on the central high platform, and his heart moved. King Jin would not humiliate him for no reason, so what was the meaning of this? Or was it, what did he want to see?
Wei Yuan's thoughts were whirling, and a pale red petal suddenly appeared on his fingertips. The pure and authentic aura of the fairy spirit immediately caused some commotion on the high platform.
At this time, Wei Yuan already understood that he was most famous for the Immortal Laurel Tree. Although he showed Zhao Tong the Feiye Immortal Sword, King Jin was obviously not satisfied. He wanted to see the essence of the Immortal Laurel Tree again.
See if this fairy tree has the effect of prolonging life and reviving life.
When Zhao Tong came to the realm to announce the decree that day, he repeatedly emphasized the longevity thing. Wei Yuan presented so much immortal silver, so Zhao Tong naturally made the point very well. So at this time, Wei Yuan understood that King Jin did not care about immortal trees and had no shortage of them.
Immortal trees, only those that can prolong life are lacking.
Since King Jin must see it clearly, Wei Yuan asked him to see it clearly, so what he took out was not Fei Ye's Immortal Killing Sword, but the petals of the Laurel Immortal Tree.
The pale red petals turned into a wisp of sword energy, disappearing and coming back in an instant.
The female swordsman tried her best to dodge, but she only managed to avoid the critical point in her heart, and a clear hole was punched out on her left shoulder.
Chapter completed!