Zongwu: The Rise of the Little People

How can I borrow the autumn wind? My thoughts are already depressed.

Jingcheng should have been in a furnace in June, but these two days were a little different, with sweet rain falling from the sky.

Summer rain is often followed by heavy fog.

The Jinsha Tower was shrouded in thick fog in the early morning. Not far from the Jinsha Tower, four figures were saying goodbye.

Ren Xin was accompanying Jin Meiniang and saying some parting words to Zhao Xu, while Sha Xing was standing guard nearby.

It was spring in March when they set out, but now it was summer in June. Zhao Xu had been in Anguo for more than two months.

Two months is neither long nor short.

For Zhao Xu, these two months were exciting and fruitful, especially his participation in the battle for the leader of the Jinsha Gang.

Influenced by Sha Huanjin's death, Zhao Xu changed his itinerary and decided not to travel with Wang's Trading Company's team, but to travel alone to reap the adventures in his memory.

Of course, most of these opportunities are in Western countries.

Fortunately, the land of the Nine Kingdoms is originally located in the southwest of the Eastern Continent.

With this idea in mind, Zhao Xu messaged Wang Quanlin early on.

He said that after the Jinsha Gang incident, he would end his trip to the south and would travel west for the next two years to gain experience.

Of course, when it comes to letters, Zhao Xu would naturally not forget his childhood sweetheart Wang Dongchu.

Wang Quanlin had no objection to Zhao Xu's request. The main purpose of his trip south this time was to help his good brother Sha Huanjin.

Now the affairs of the Jinsha Gang have come to a successful conclusion.

Nothing major happened in Wang's Trading Company in other southern countries, so the housekeeper Wang Zhong just needed to take people to make a visit.

However, the position of Zhao Xuwang's Trading Company's Southern Manager was not abolished but was retained.

More than half a month ago, Wang Zhong and others set off for other places after sorting out the distribution of interests between the Wang family and other parties and the Jinsha Gang.

Jia Ling was also recalled to Andu shortly after receiving a reply from her superiors agreeing to the cooperation plan she had temporarily reached.

Now Jingcheng and the Right Envoy's direct line of Zhuyiwei have been controlled by the "Twelve Hours", and the "Clothing Change Plan" is proceeding in an orderly manner.

During this period, Zhao Xu spent most of his energy on the Shichen Iron Cavalry.

The complexity involved in building an elite army is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Zhao Xu used his photographic memory to take on these tasks.

At the same time, he selected a group of people from the Jinsha Gang to assist him in completing these tasks (these people were naturally completely trustworthy and could be controlled).

After about a month of auxiliary work, this group of people were ready for use, and Zhao Xu handed over this initially usable team to Ren Xin and Jin Meiniang.

The initial operation of "Twelve Hours" was on track. As for the specific framework, Zhao Xu and the three women had not yet figured it out. They would complete the structure of this organization after completely annexing the Zhuyi Guard.

There were bursts of summer thunder and heavy rain. Two consecutive days of heavy rain cleansed the air, reduced the heat, and brought coolness, creating an opportunity for Zhao Xu to hurry on his journey.

"Xu Lang is traveling west alone, so be careful along the way!"

The care from his beloved made Zhao Xu's heart as sweet as honey. He touched Jin Meiniang's nose.

"You, stay at home and practice well. Don't forget to meditate every morning."

"Miss Ren, you must supervise her well. The morning sun purple energy is very beneficial to our cultivation."

Ren Xin looked at Zhao Xu and Jin Meiniang, the couple, who were showing off their love here without caring about who was around, and felt inexplicably sad.

Zhao Xu suddenly turned the conversation to himself, and Ren Xin felt a little happy.

"Don't worry, I will keep a close eye on Linlang's cultivation."

Ren Xin has been with Zhao Xu for more than a month. It has to be said that Zhao Xu, who has modern thinking, has a great killing power on women of this era.

Like Jin Meiniang, Zhao Xu also has a different image in Ren Xin's mind.

In Ren Xin's mind, he is now the first choice for the future father of her child.

However, compared to Jin Meiniang, although Ren Xin is much more heroic and free-spirited, she also bears more responsibilities.

In particular, the matter of Empress Zhaojie was a thorn in Ren Xin's heart. Until it was resolved, she could not be sure of her own fate.

At the end of the conversation, Zhao Xu was sentenced to death.

"Sha Xing, train the Time Cavalry well, protect your master, and break through to the Second Level as soon as possible. These are the three most important things for you in the next two years."

"I will come back to inspect it in two years."

Sha Xing now respected Zhao Xu very much. After hearing Zhao Xu's instructions, he immediately clasped his hands together.

There are thousands of flying petals everywhere, so many tears and endless hatred.

Zhao Xu, sitting on horseback, looked at the pink bundle in his hand and felt a sense of déjà vu.

In the lakeside courtyard in the spring rain of March, a young girl also presented a pink bundle.

I have two pink ones in my hands.

"Zhao Xu, Zhao Xu, you have to work hard and not let the beauty down." The pink bag reappeared, and Zhao Xu felt a sense of self-motivation in his heart.

"Zhao Xu, I changed my name. Next time you see me, call me Ruyi or Ren Ruyi."

Just as Zhao Xu was looking at the pink bundle, he heard another voice behind him. He knew it was Ren Xin's.

"As you wish. As you wish." He repeated to himself twice.

"Hahaha, Ren Ruyi, Ruyi, what a good name. It looks like my journey ahead will be safe and smooth."

Zhao Xu smiled and waved to the people behind him, then he whipped the horse with the whip in his hand and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

Jin Meiniang stayed where she was and leaned her head on the shoulder of Ren Xin, no, now called Ren Ruyi.

"Your Majesty, he is really gone."

Ren Ruyi looked at Jin Meiniang with red eyes and felt a little sad.

"Linlang, he will come back in two years. In these two years, we will take the business he left behind to a higher level."

Jin Meiniang didn't say much, just nodded.

Not aware of the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the sound of autumn leaves before the steps.

September, Ming Dynasty, Emei Mountain in Shu.

Mount Emei, magnificent and beautiful, has been a sacred mountain in the world since ancient times and a place where Buddhism and Taoism flourished.

Buddhism spreads in prosperous times, and Taoists come down from the mountains in troubled times. Now the Ming Dynasty is in the Zhengde period. Although it cannot be said to be a prosperous time, the world is generally stable.

The Emei Sect has been tolerant of Buddhism and Taoism since ancient times.

Nowadays, Buddhism is very powerful, so the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain is guarded by the Buddhist sect headed by Master Miejue, while the Taoist sect has built temples around it, among which Fupeng Peak is the largest.

Dugu Yihe, the master of Xuanzhen Temple on Fupeng Peak, is the best swordsman in the world. He has three heroes and four beauties under his command, and his seven disciples are also famous new talents in the martial arts world.

Dugu Yihe's reputation spread far and wide, and Xuanzhen Temple was regarded as the leader of the Emei Taoist sect by many Taoist temples.

Both Buddhism and Taoism exist in Mount Emei, and the Emei School is famous throughout the world.

Therefore, there is always a constant flow of people here, and the incense is very popular, especially for people from Sichuan. If they have not been to Emei to burn incense, they would be embarrassed to talk about it.

Today, a special person came down from Mount Emei.