Speed ​​Pass starts with choosing a hunter

Chapter 239: Peace every year
Spring of the 43rd year of Yuan Ding.

Xuan Yang seemed to have gotten used to the years of war in the north.

In the eyes of those people in the Central Plains, there is not much difference between the Demon Sect in the north and the Witch Clan in the south and the Western countries.

"Another year has passed."

A wisp of white smoke came out of Bai Yuan's mouth, but it was not because he had mastered martial arts, but because it was too cold.

Before he knew it, he had been in this world for many years.

"Master, your letter."

Yu Hui walked to Bai Yuan's side.

When Bai Yuan saw that the letter was sent from Linzhou, he knew it was from Qiaojie.

"Brother Yuan, my master brought me to Yanzhou in the north. I hope to meet you soon. My name is Qiao Niang."

Bai Yuan of Yanzhou muttered to himself.

Yanzhou, as the southernmost state in the northern border, is nearly three thousand miles away from Lingzhou. It is not far, but it is definitely not close either.

Bai Yuan planned to wait until Qiaojie arrived in Yanzhou before writing a letter and going to Yanzhou to meet Qiaojie.

I think Qiaojie should be on her way from Linzhou to Yanzhou now, and she can't find a place to send the letter she wants to write.

Bai Yuan put his mind at ease.

"Brother Bai, it will be the beginning of spring soon. What are your plans?"

Yang Fangyu arrived at the main peak of Shenfu Mountain without knowing when.

The prefect of Huanglong Prefecture treated Shenfu Mountain as his own back garden.

Bai Yuan: "Why would a martial artist care about festivals when he is practicing martial arts?"

Celebrating festivals was just an excuse for ordinary poor people to have a good meal. Most martial artists in the world did not have the habit of celebrating festivals, and the same was true for the Shenfu Sect.

No matter whether it is New Year's Day or Lantern Festival, it is the same to practice martial arts.

Yang Fangyu shook his head: "That won't work. Celebrating the New Year's Day can help the gods to bring down blessings, which can help to ensure your future in martial arts."

Bai Yuan rolled his eyes: "Do you still believe this?"

He didn't know whether the heavenly officials would bless him, but the devil's help was often effective.

Yang Fangyu chuckled: "I'm not going back this year anyway, why don't I invite Zhu Wu and the others to celebrate the New Year together?"

According to Xuanyang customs, people who are away from home need to return home on New Year's Day no matter how far away they are.

As a member of the Yang family in Jiangzhou, Yang Fangyu should return to Jiangzhou.

Bai Yuan: "It's up to you."

He has never celebrated the New Year since Qiaojie went to Linzhou. It would be nice to celebrate the solar term. What if gods really exist?
"Then it's settled."

Yang Fangyu laughed heartily and went down the mountain with a wave of his sleeves.

Lunar New Year's eve.

There is a festive atmosphere on the streets of Huanglongfu, with festive red lanterns hanging high.

At this time, the crops have been harvested and it is the slack season for farmers. There are many more people on the streets, and the sounds of children playing are endless, making the streets very lively.

Bai Yuan crossed Huanglong Street and came to the government office in the center of the city, or to be more precise, the Yang Mansion next to the government office.

"Master Bai."

The door of Yang's house was open. When a servant of the Yang family saw Bai Yuan, he hurried to greet him.

Bai Yuan was a familiar customer of the Yang Mansion, so of course the servant recognized him.

Without the need for a servant to lead the way, Bai Yuan walked straight into the mansion. There were still the familiar pavilions and towers, as well as flowers and plants everywhere.

When Bai Yuan arrived at the lobby, there were already several figures there.

As the host, Yang Fangyu was naturally among them.

"Brother Bai, you are here."

Bai Yuan approached and saw that they were all familiar faces.

In addition to Zhu Wu, Wang Dingming and Liang Ren, who had met before, were also there. Lu Yu was also mixed in, and Lu Shanshan also followed for some reason.

In addition, there were several faces that Bai Yuan had never seen before.

Yang Fangyu pulled Bai Yuan and said, "Since it is the New Year's Day, I will let them all bring their families."

Perhaps Yang Fangyu knew that Bai Yuan was single and had not married, so he did not tell Bai Yuan.

Wang Dingming and Liang Ren each came over with a woman.

"Brother Bai, this is my wife, Su Qing."

"This is my wife, Liu Ya."

Both of them introduced themselves to Bai Yuan.

Su Qing and Liu Yaying bowed to Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan cupped his hands: "Sister-in-law."

In ancient times, once a woman got married, she actually no longer had a name. Just like Chen Liu from Baisha Town, most of them took their husband's surname, and over time, they even forgot their own names.

Su Qing and Liu Ya should both be from wealthy families, and their backgrounds are no worse than Wang Dingming and Liang Ren, so they were able to retain their surnames.

It is not uncommon for large clans to intermarry.

At this time, a gentle woman walked out of the room. Yang Fangyu pointed at the woman and smiled: "My wife, Yan Xiuhong."

Unexpectedly, the woman changed her gentle demeanor after hearing this and kicked Yang Fangyu, causing him to stagger: "You are the cheap one."

Seeing this scene, several people decisively chose to ignore it.

Wang Dingming leaned close to Bai Yuan's ear and said, "Brother Yang, you are henpecked."

Bai Yuan deeply agreed with this.

Yang Fangyu's wife Yan Xiuhong changed her expression and returned to her gentle appearance: "Treat this place as your own home, don't be restrained. This is Brother Bai, right?"

Bai Yuan clasped his fists and said, "Bai Yuan, meet my sister-in-law."

"They're all family members, so you're welcome."

Yan Xiuhong said this with a smile, then turned and went back into the house. After a while, her voice giving orders to her servants could be heard.

Yang Fangyu seemed to be fine: "It is a blessing to have a good wife at home." "."

Everyone was indifferent.

Yang Fangyu pointed at Lu Yu again and said, "I called Brother Lu and Sister Shanshan as well. It's Chinese New Year, so it'll be more lively with more people. But Li Huan didn't come. He said he had to accompany the King of Qingzhou on New Year's Eve before coming."

Bai Yuan, Lu Yu and Lu Shanshan naturally don't need to be too polite.

Lu Shanshan called out softly, "Brother Bai."

Bai Yuan nodded. Although Lu Shanshan was not a member of the Shenfu Sect, she was better than a member of the Shenfu Sect. Yu Hui had even invited Lu Shanshan to be the staff member of the Shenfu Army.

Bai Yuan looked at Lu Yu curiously: "You're not going to Luzhou?"

Although Lu Yu looked cool, he was, after all, the son-in-law of the Fang family in Luzhou. It was obviously impolite not to go home for the New Year.

Lu Yu shrugged: "A real man stands between heaven and earth, how can he be suppressed by a woman?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they attracted unfriendly glances from Su Qing and Liu Ya.

Lu Yu coughed lightly and said no more.

In fact, it wasn't that he wouldn't go, but as a son-in-law, he had no right to sit at the table, so he simply said that he had urgent matters in Lingzhou and couldn't go back, so as to avoid being humiliated if he went.

It's not easy to be a son-in-law. The first thing is to endure the bullying.

Fortunately, as an illegitimate child, Lu Yu was used to being looked down upon, so as long as he could be of use to him, he didn't mind enduring some humiliation.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Yang Fangyu immediately changed the subject: "Brother Bai, I have prepared the spiritual vegetables and monster meat in my house. You must show us your skills and let the brothers have a taste."

Before, he and Bai Yuan hunted monsters and often made fires and cooked in the mountains.

I originally thought it would be hard work, but I didn't expect Bai Yuan's cooking skills to be unexpectedly good, even better than those chefs of the Yang family.

He still remembers it till now.

Bai Yuan was in a good mood today and immediately agreed to cook.

His legendary cooking skills would be much weaker than even the imperial chef in the palace, and he has no rival in Lingzhou.

Showing his skills once again, Bai Yuan did not feel sluggish at all. The movements of his hands were as smooth as flowing water, giving people a different kind of beauty.

Yang Fangyu and others watched from the side and nodded continuously.

Liang Ren, who graduated from Huangxia Academy, commented: "Brother Bai's cooking skills are not inferior to his knife skills."

Although he and Wang Dingming have been in Lingzhou all the time and rarely meet Bai Yuan, it does not mean that they know nothing about Bai Yuan's situation.

Bai Yuan's swordsmanship was praised by Lord Du, which was a remarkable achievement.

But now it seems that Bai Yuan's cooking skills are also superb.

Yang Fangyu has been to many places and has a wide range of knowledge. He made a final conclusion: "My brother Bai, you are the best swordsman among martial artists who can cook!"

Soon, the whole house was filled with fragrance.

There are thirteen side dishes, and there is nothing wrong with their color, aroma and taste.

Even Su Qing, who was born in a place where food is the most particular, was full of praise.

Bai Yuan raised the glass of rice wine that Liang Ren brought from Huangxia Academy and drank it in one gulp. He felt relaxed all over and praised the wine.

After meal.

Yan Xiuhong took a few girls to the backyard to have some private conversation.

The five men of Bai Yuan continued to stay in the hall drinking.

When grown men get together, there are only a few things they can talk about.

Wang Dingming: "Brother Yang, I heard that there are many beauties in Yanzhi County under your jurisdiction. When will you take us brothers to have a look?"

As soon as Su Qing left, Wang Dingming returned to his manly nature.

Yang Fangyu rolled his eyes. If he could go, he would have gone earlier. Why would he wait until now?

His wife, Yan Xiuhong, is a well-deserved daughter of a general.

Even though he had fought in the Zhenbei Army for many years, he was still completely suppressed by Yan Xiuhong when it came to marching and fighting.

The Yan family has been in the military for generations, and has produced countless great generals. They are much more powerful than the Yang family, who have been studying for generations.

People say he is henpecked.

Is that henpecked?
It's obvious that he can't beat him!
Yes, don’t be fooled by Yan Xiuhong’s weak appearance, that’s just an act. With all her military skills, even though she hasn’t yet reached the peak of her powers, it’s no problem for her to suppress Yang Fangyu and beat him.

Yang Fangyu glanced at the backyard calmly and quickly changed the subject: "You kid, don't ruin my reputation."

Liang Ren was used to the two people playing around, so he laughed and said, "Once the year is over, I will go to the south."

Yang Fangyu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Did it work?"

Liang Ren nodded: "It's done."

After the detailed explanation, Bai Yuan finally understood.

Liang Ren is a teacher at Huangxia Academy. Although Huangxia Academy is not as good as the four major academies, it is also a famous reading place in Xuanyang.

Although scholars also practiced martial arts, they were not like the people in the martial arts world. Most of them practiced martial arts in order to become officials in the court and marry into the emperor's family.

The reason why Liang Ren came to Lingzhou was to gain grassroots experience in the hope of being reused.

After some efforts on his part, he finally caught the attention of Lord Du and was recommended to be the prefect in the south.

"Congratulations."

After hearing this, Bai Yuan and the other three congratulated him.

Yang Fangyu suddenly sighed: "Brother Liang, it's a good time for you to leave. The situation in the northern border is becoming more and more chaotic. It's not a place to stay for a long time."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's brows were filled with gloom.

Not long ago, Kui Dong, the Grandmaster of the Soul-Chasing Tower, killed a highly respected elder of the sect, and everyone was in danger for a while.

Suddenly, a glass of wine fell from the table.

There was a loud crisp sound and then it broke into pieces.

Yang Fangyu habitually repeated what people said in his hometown.

"Peace in every little detail, peace every year."

(End of this chapter)