The heavy snow had just stopped and Yujing City had regained its liveliness and prosperity. The streets were full of people and all kinds of large stores were even more lively. For example, Juyuan Building had drinks, feasts and food, Sanhua Building had girls, Songzhuxuan had brush, ink, paper and inkstone, Songjiang Shop had silk and satin, Yigu Building had antiques and old goods, Golden Hall had jewelry, and so on. These were the most lively places in Yujing City.
Patrons of these large shops included the young masters of the royal family, scholars in green robes, the rich, and a group of idle officials of the capital.
Especially when it was the twelfth lunar month and close to the end of the year. The emperor wanted to worship the heaven and receive envoys from various countries. The envoys from Chara in the Western Region, Yun Meng in the East, Yuan Tu in the North, Divine Wind in the South, Liuzhu and other island countries also stayed in the guesthouses in Yujing City. These people dressed in strange clothes often came out to see the prosperity of the largest city in Da Qian, Yujing City, which added to the liveliness of Yujing City.
Ever since 20 years ago, the Great Qian Dynasty defeated the Cloud Mist Iron Cavalry and counterattacked, the two sides made an agreement at the Green Kill Pass at the border to never fight again. The Great Qian Dynasty was in a golden age and became the largest dynasty in the entire land.
At the end of the sixtieth year, Da Qian Dynasty had also reached its heyday.
Not to mention the liveliness in Yujing City, Marquis Wu Wen's mansion was also lively. The servants began to clean up and made every corner spotless. The mansion was decorated with lanterns and colored banners for the New Year.
However, both inside and outside the mansion, Yujing City had nothing to do with Hong Yi.
Hong Yi had returned from the West Mountain, but his mind was still in the deep valley in the West Mountain.
In these ten days, he met the fox, taught, organized books, practiced martial arts, met Hakuziyue, drank and talked for four or five days. It was like a clear dream.
Now that he returned to the Marquis's mansion, he felt like it was a lifetime ago.
The House of the Marquis was still the House of the Marquis. It did not change because he left. The seven to eight hundred people in the manor were all busy preparing for the New Year. Only his little room was deserted. No one came to visit, as if he was excluded.
The servants, housekeepers, maids, and guards would all be rewarded with clothes and taels of silver during the New Year, but it was never his turn.
However, now that he had money, he didn't lack it. When Chunhu moved, he had given him ten red gold coins. Eighty percent of gold could be exchanged for fifteen, let alone one hundred percent pure gold. Ten gold coins could be exchanged for at least two hundred taels of silver in Golden Hall. It was enough for Hong Yi to spend for a long time.
"It's best if these people don't disturb me. I can close the door and practice martial arts and study. Speaking of which, my body has been very comfortable recently. I feel like my limbs are much stronger."
In the small room, Hong Yi stood with one leg in front of the other. He bent down and grabbed the tendons of his thighs with both hands. With a violent shake, he channeled his strength through his thighs. Suddenly, the two tendons of his thighs made a soft sound.
Then, he quickly changed his hand to grab his calf and belly. With the same shake, he let go and pressed on his belly to push forward and take a step.
This action of grabbing the thighs, calves, and belly was like a big bull pushing forward, but it wasn't a simple step.
This was one of the movements of the "Bull Demon Butts Horns" in the Bull Demon's Vigorous Fist.
Hong Yi made a few consecutive movements and felt the muscles on his limbs, abdomen, chest, and back clearly heating up. He felt as though he was filled with strength. Therefore, he held back his voice, curled up his tongue, held his teeth, and held his breath. He focused his mind on his arms and fists and punched forward.
"Hey!"
The large chunks of flesh on his body shook with this punch, as if some of their strength had been gathered in his fist. There was an indescribable feeling of numbness and strength.
"I'm no longer a scholar who doesn't even have the strength to truss a chicken. As long as I keep training like this, I'll get stronger and stronger. " Hong Yi felt a sense of satisfaction and joy when he felt the strength in his body. He felt more at ease.
"No wonder scholars practice archery and martial arts. A strong body can also strengthen the mind and increase one's confidence."
Hong Yi finally understood why scholars placed the importance of archery and horse riding. A strong body can also strengthen one's mind. A strong body can also strengthen one's mind. A strong body can also strengthen one's mind.
Just like sailing in the sea, if the boat is incomparably strong, one's mind will naturally be calm. No matter how strong the waves are, one can still sit on the fishing platform.
If the boat is not strong, even the most stable mind will fear the coming of the waves.
With a heart full of joy, Hong Yi sat in front of the table and flipped open a martial scripture to continue reading.
This martial scripture was part of the collection of the Daizen Temple. It had been annotated by a monk called Yin Yue. Although there were many things in it that were incomplete and could not be practiced, some of the principles were explained very clearly. It allowed Hong Yi to have a deeper understanding of the "Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength".
Moreover, Hong Yi was an astute scholar. He was best at figuring out the author's meaning from the text.
"I wonder if I've reached the level of a martial scholar? But I'm afraid not. I've only practiced for half a month. Although I have Ziyue's "Ambrosia" wine to nourish my body for four to five days and his careful guidance, I'm still lacking some experience. "
Hong Yi wondered if he had already trained to the point where the large chunks of flesh on his body were firm and plump. Had he reached the level of a martial scholar set by the military's "Martial Lecture Hall"?
Suddenly, the sound of steady footsteps came from the entrance of the small courtyard.
"Who would come to my small courtyard? Could it be that servant girl Xiao Ning again? "Hong Yi pushed open the paper-covered window and looked over. He was immediately shocked.
"Old butler?"
The person who came was a white-haired old man dressed in black.
Hong Yi recognized him. This old man was the chief butler of the entire manor. He was neither on the side of the first branch's Madam Zhao, nor on the side of the second branch's "Yunting House", nor was he on the side of the third madam. He was the chief butler who was directly responsible to his father, Marquis Wu Wen.
Every time Hong Xuanji handled state affairs in the Imperial Palace of the Forbidden City until very late, it was this man who delivered clothes and food to him.
When Hong Yi opened the window with a creak, the old butler's eyes instantly looked over. It seemed that he was synchronized with the time when Hong Yi opened the window, as if he had foresight.
Seeing Hong Yi, the old butler stopped in his tracks. He nodded and revealed a smile, "Young Master Yi, Marquis is back and wants you to go over. He has something to say. "
In the entire manor, there was only one person who was polite to him, and that was this old butler.
Of course, the old butler was polite to everyone. It was rumored that no one had ever seen him angry for so many years.
"What? Father is back? Why me? What do you want to say? "
Hong Yi was very shocked. Although Marquis Wu Wen was his father, he had only seen him a few times. Moreover, he had more than ten brothers and sisters, and he was the most inconspicuous one with the lowest status. How could it be possible for Hong Xuanji to ask him to speak?
Hong Yi sometimes even suspected that Hong Xuanji didn't know he had such a son.
"Damn, the martial scripture is a forbidden book. Moreover, it is the seal of the Daizen Temple. If my father knows … Fortunately, the other books are well collected, but it is too late to collect this one. "
Hong Yi suddenly thought of something and made a prompt decision. He threw the martial scripture into the brazier and burned it.
He didn't feel safe leaving this book in the study. If he went out and someone came in and found this forbidden book, it would be very troublesome.
And it was too late to collect it now.
Marquis Wu Wen and Hong Xuanji governed the family with strict etiquette. The rules were very strict. If someone was called, they must be there immediately. Otherwise, they would be punished by the family.
Hong Yi knew that once, the third madam's son, Hong Gui, was drunk. Coincidentally, Hong Xuanji came back to test him on his homework, so he sent someone to call him. He was late for a long time. In the end, he was punished by the family and his leg was broken. He was bedridden for half a year before he recovered.
Hong Yi saw the book burn in the brazier. He put down his thoughts and straightened his clothes. He opened the door and followed behind the old butler to see his father.
Just as he was about to go out, a piece of dark golden paper suddenly appeared from the ashes of the martial scripture in the brazier. It was densely packed with small characters and pictures. It seemed to be gold leaf, but it was not burned by the fire.
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