Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 683 Yun Mian
"So you are a disciple of Bixia Jun of Wudang. I have long admired you. Please come into my residence for a chat."

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yun accepted the letter of recommendation and returned the ordination certificate. At the same time, a nimble servant took the luggage from Qin Wen and attended to him.

"Young Master Chen, when shall we depart for Songjiang?"

Too lazy to play along with these rich and powerful playboys, Qin Wen had barely stepped into the corridor when she parted her cherry lips and went straight to the point.

"Just call me Yuncong, sir. As for when we will set off, it will probably be another two days, after my elder brother leads his troops back."

Chen Yun, who had been intentionally or unintentionally observing Qin Wen, trying to see the face hidden under his clothes, did not react when he suddenly heard the question, and immediately answered calmly.

"Leading troops? I wonder what your esteemed brother is like?"

Upon hearing the words "set off," Qin Wen's heart stirred, and he asked the question.

"Mr. Miaoxuan is from Xunyang. You may not know this, but the Chen family of Haining has a long tradition of morality and has studied military strategy for generations. Every generation has had members who join the army to serve the country. My eldest brother, Jing, courtesy name Mingyuan, is a cavalry captain in the Right Army Commander's Office, commanding the Tiger Guard Right Guard. He is currently acting as the deputy commander. A few days ago, he was transferred by the court to the southwestern front to carry out military operations, but for some reason, he switched from offense to defense and has not made any moves. I am not capable enough to be confident enough to slay the snake and retrieve the treasure, so the old master used his influence in the pavilion to send the Leopard Guard to exchange for my eldest brother."

When introducing his family background, Chen Yuncong was clearly proud and felt very emotional about his origins.

"Which Grand Secretary is this old man?"

Qin Wen raised an eyebrow.

"That Second Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, Grand Secretary of the Wenyuan Pavilion, and Jade Yang Immortal Historian Chen Guangye is none other than Yun Cong's grandfather."

Seemingly feeling that this was not enough, Chen Yun added, "My father, Chen Shuda, is the current Minister of War. That's why we were able to recall the 800 Tiger Warriors to protect us during this demon-slaying mission."

As they spoke, the two walked through the covered walkway into the garden, where they encountered several people from all walks of life competing in the martial arts arena.

“Young Master Yun Cong, since you already have military strategists to pave the way, why do you still need to seek help from these rogue cultivators? With their petty and insignificant tricks, they'll probably be devoured whole by that ancient serpent monster before they even have a chance to make a move.”

Glancing at the few oddballs in the room, Qin Wen, feigning arrogance, rolled his eyes and spoke sarcastically.

"Mr. Miaoxuan."

Before Chen Yun could explain, a hot-tempered thug was provoked and raised his large, fan-like hand. A meteor hammer, bigger than a human head, came crashing down on Qin Wen with a whooshing sound.

"You little wench, this isn't your Taoist temple. Speak to me properly."

call! !

The dazzling sword light sliced ​​through the long, continuous curtain of water, blasting the falling rain into a misty spray. At the same time, the upper body of the burly man was also blasted open.

Flesh and blood exploded, and the remaining sword light swept them up, burning them into countless tiny ashes that drifted away in the wind.

Bang~
The heavy bronze hammer, cleaved in two by the sharp sword light, fell to the ground, cracking the bluestone slab. Chen Yun caught a few pebbles that were flying toward his face, glanced at the two perfectly smooth halves of the bronze hammer, and was secretly alarmed. With a shout, he jumped into the center of the two sides that were about to fight.

"stop!"

At the same time, a black phantom, whose shape was difficult to discern, appeared behind Chen Yun. The billions of raindrops falling from the sky and earth seemed to freeze, converging into a surging waterspout.

The flowers and leaves rustled, the grass and trees grew lush. Qin Wen watched the strange shadow of Chen Yun that flashed by behind him, and nodded thoughtfully, putting down his left hand that was about to draw the incantation.

'That shouldn't be the case. Since Master Mei intends to take Chen Yuncong into his sect, he shouldn't be some kind of mixed cultivator. But this power...' Thinking of Master Mei's words last night, which implied a denigration of other sects and lineages, Qin Wen frowned. He could only guess that this might be related to the Dragon Qi Restriction of the Southern Ming Dynasty. Chen Yuncong held an official position, so he was able to use its power to defeat enemies and protect himself.

Seeing Qin Wen remain silent, the quick-witted servant assumed he was harboring resentment and cautiously said, "Please don't be offended, sir. The young master is using a family tradition and has no intention of offending the Mysterious Female Venerable."

Qin Wen gave an "oh" and stopped talking, but he was thinking about what the strange shadow he had just seen was.

“Mr. Miaoxuan, you come from a noble family, why bother to lower yourself to the level of these unfortunate people?”

It is unknown what Chen Yun said to those strange cultivators, but he soon returned to comfort Qin Wen.

"This scoundrel is foul-mouthed and offends the Mysterious Female. I only drew my sword once, which is already giving Yun Cong a lot of face."

Despite this, Qin Wen's tone softened considerably, clearly indicating that he intended to let the matter drop.

"Sir, you are so magnanimous. I am deeply grateful."

Chen Yun nodded and stepped aside: "In that case, please take your seat, Mr. Miaoxuan."

Seeing that Chen Yun had prepared a feast in just a short while, Qin Wen, who was already eager to gather intelligence, naturally did not refuse.

After the two drank tea instead of wine and chatted about local customs and traditions, Qin Wencai brought up the methods Chen Yuncong had used earlier.

"Just now I saw that Yun Cong was very agile and could control the wind and rain. He also seemed to know some magical arts. I wonder which master he is a disciple of?"

"Haha, sir, you jest. My little tricks are all made by offering incense money to the Dengzhen Pagoda to obtain countless talismans. How can they compare to your profound and mysterious arts?"

As he spoke, Chen Yun rolled up his sleeves, revealing the incantation written on his wrist with cinnabar.

Qin Wen looked down and found that the form of the incantation was almost identical to the secret talisman that Zixu Jun had carved for him before. They were basically from the same lineage and were indeed talismans used by countless Taoist priests to amass wealth.

"Not this one, it's that one."

Qin Wen put down his chopsticks, pointed at Chen Yun's back, and asked.

"Oh, so what you wanted to ask about is my clan's family secret technique, the 'Cloud Sleeping Thousand Autumns Secret'."

Chen Yun was not offended at all, and smiled sincerely: "The strange shadow you just saw was just a manifestation of evil energy, and it also used some of the magical power of the official body. It was not an evil spirit. To be honest, I am just a civil official and cannot exert the full power of the clan school. When my elder brother returns to the mansion tomorrow, if you are willing to compete, you can have a match with it to learn about its full potential."

Qin Wen raised an eyebrow after hearing this: "No wonder Yun Cong said earlier that the Chen family of Haining is a family that values ​​morality and has been practicing military strategy for generations. I was too presumptuous, please forgive me."

"It's alright, it's alright. My family's affairs are not a secret in Jinling City. You haven't been in the capital for long, so you're not guilty of ignorance."

Chen Yun waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned about the matter.

Qin Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, comparing Chen Yun's military strategy with that of the Western Army he had encountered, and felt that something was amiss.

"A minister of the Wenyuan Pavilion, Minister of War, with power, troops, and money, plus the abundance of talented people, the Chen family of Haining is truly a remarkable family."

(End of this chapter)