[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

On the ninth day of the fifth lunar month, it is advisable to get married, ask for an heir, go to school, accept a lottery, avoid setting up a door, break ground, and move.

Ye Gucheng was dressed in a complicated dress with a silver medal on the black bottom. He paid homage to the ancestral temple first, and then went through other trivial etiquettes.

As for the guests, many of them came early, and they all sat upright, as if they were about to attend the coronation ceremony of the nobles, but the quack air in their bones could not be concealed no matter what kind of costumes they wore.

Yun Shu was responsible for arranging the positions of these visitors. After watching too much, he felt really funny.

Their Baiyun City is between the forces of the rivers and lakes and the aristocratic family, but because they live in the South China Sea and are too far away from the Central Plains, they have always followed the ancient rituals, and there are not many rules. Because of this, Baiyun City is more or less the same as this Many sects in the South China Sea seemed out of place.

But Yun Shu knew that most of these people started their families at sea, and their banditry hadn't changed for generations, so they naturally envied the background of the Ye family, and the fact that Baiyun City was so powerful now made them so solemn.

However, if these people knew that such nobles as Prince Pingnan wanted to worship their city lord as their teacher, then there would probably be several times more guests who wanted to pounce on him now. Yun Shu shook his head in his heart, and then continued to greet him.

Ye Gucheng is in the quiet room at the moment, and the guests who come now don't need him to entertain them in person, so they can simply hide here.

Yesterday he received Ximen Chuuxue's reply letter, knowing that the other party is fine, he felt relieved, Yu Luocha is indeed a terrible person, although Ye Gucheng knew about the relationship between Ximen and the other party, the problem should not be serious.

And the final signature on the letter paper was an unexpected surprise.

Cheng Jin... In the past 30 years, he has only crowned and taken the title for one person.

Among his intentions, Ye Gucheng knows more or less now, it is not that he has never been tempted by others, and he also admired Ai when he was young, but the girl died young after all, he did not fully understand the word love at that time, so he received bad news.

In the following ten years, he never met a person he could admire.

Now, Ye Gucheng thinks it is absurd to despise the world and disregard the etiquette and law, but when he thinks of Ximen Chuuxue, he thinks it should be like this.

He doesn't even care much about whether Ximen Chuuxue is willing to respond to him, because compared to the love and hate in the world, there is a deeper bond between them, called the way of the sword, writing a decisive battle.

That being the case, all he needs is for him to be well.

At least at this moment, Ye Gucheng really thought this way, but the two people at that time couldn't imagine that the impermanence of the world would push them into an unimaginable huge vortex, between those plots and entanglements, The person who has never changed from the beginning to the end is Ximen Chuuxue.

Three days ago, Ximen Chuuxue opened the door to the treasure house of the Western Devil Cult. There are naturally many rare treasures in the Western Regions, and Ximen Chuuxue obviously didn't feel embarrassed at all. Just remove a wooden box from the innermost shelf and open it.

Then he took out the Ye Mingzhu that was the size of a goose egg inside, took only the box and left.

He is not buying a box to return the pearl, but since he is going to give it to Ye Gucheng, he should prepare it by himself. Ximen Chuuxue also thought about it for a long time. Finally, he spread out the paper and silently wrote down the swordsmanship he had seen in Daxue Mountain. Moves, he knows Ye Gucheng's Dao is more heavy sword moves, since this is the case, this can be regarded as a suitable congratulatory gift.

The inheritance of Daxue Mountain is very strange. It is not like those Jianghu sects that have always cherished themselves. All the martial arts treasures here can be learned as long as you can learn them. The people who wrote the secret books of martial arts were originally the disciples of this Daxue Mountain who passed the test generation after generation.

And every disciple has to leave a part of his experience in the cave before going down the mountain to guide future generations. After so many years, Daxue Mountain has a terrifying number of various cheats.

Ximen Chuuxue stayed up all night to finish writing, and immediately ordered people to send the things to Feixian Island in the South China Sea.

Only then did he have time to go back to his room to catch up on sleep, but what Ximen Chuuxue didn't expect was that Yu Tianbao would sneak to see his things and stop the two congregants who had just received the order. Yu Tianbao decorated the carvings very beautifully The jade box is opened.

Sheets of rice paper with a strong ink fragrance appeared in front of him.

Yu Tianbao was silent.

Ximen Chuuxue's handwriting is beautiful, upright yet sharp, and there are densely packed small characters next to the pattern of each move. It is very careful and careful.

But Yu Tianbao's thoughts are really different from normal people.

What he thought was that his cousin is the owner of Wanmei Mountain Villa and the holy envoy of the Western Demon Cult, with top status, power, and glory, and now it is a congratulatory gift to Baiyun City in the name of their Western Demon Cult. They also have to show the momentum of their number one teacher in the Western Regions.

Yu Tianbao closed the box, and then gave a few instructions to the two congregants, regardless of the astonished expressions of the other party, and left on his own.

It is precisely because of the intrusion of the young leader of the Western Demon Cult that Baiyun City's birthday celebration has caused a lot of trouble for no reason.

"—The prince of the Southern Prince has arrived!"

When Ye Gucheng heard this name, he frowned a little, but the guests present were shocked. This son of the Southern Prince actually came to Baiyun City. It seems that the face of this City Lord Ye is really not small!

The son of the Southern King did not cover up much along the way. The BMW fragrant car and the iron cavalry cleared the way with great momentum, attracting many passers-by without realizing it. Only in front of the city lord's mansion did Zhu Youxun slowly step on the servant's back, got out of the car.

Purple-gold robes, gold silk hatbands, black boots, followed by eight burly men, four of them carried or carried, obviously prepared a lot of things.

"My son, it's been a long time." Yun Shu held a Biluo fan and greeted him first.

Zhu Youxun naturally recognized Yun Shu, the only female steward in Baiyun City, and also Ye Gucheng's personal maid, controlling more than half of the financial cashiers in Baiyun City, and she arranged several times of cooperation with Nanwangfu.

Immediately smiled politely: "Miss Yun Shu is polite."

After a few casual words, Prince Nan quickly found his target. Ye Gucheng was standing in the middle of the hall with a blank expression on his face. Hanging down, with just a glimpse, Zhu Youxun felt that he had seen the most extreme scenery in the world.

In this world, there are always those people who, no matter how low their eyebrows are or raise their eyes, make people feel that they are a kind of magnificence that is unattainable in the world, extraordinary and refined, and cannot be profane, as if everything in the world is just floating clouds to him. There is no smoke.

Ye Gucheng is like this, the extremely lofty clouds and moon, the thrilling light and shadows, created such a person, born with arrogance and coldness like a sword.

"Chang Yu has met City Lord Ye." It was the first time that Nan Wang Shizi bowed down sincerely, and seemed to feel that only such a person was worthy of his salute.

Ye Gucheng nodded rather coldly.

"Your Majesty, you are welcome."

After the prince of the Southern King paid his respects, he laughed loudly: "Today, Chang Yu specially prepared a lot of congratulatory gifts for the city lord's birthday. Please come and present them."

The two servants behind him immediately lifted the box up.

The lid of the box was opened with a "bang bang", and it turned out to be neatly stacked pieces of wrought iron with spiral flowers on the surface.

Seeing this object, everyone sighed in their hearts about the wealth and wealth of the Nanwang Mansion. The iron comes from Xifan, which is an excellent forging material. imagine.

Ye Gucheng just glanced lightly, "Your Majesty has a heart."

…With the same words, Zhu Youxun could hardly maintain the smile on his face. He turned around reluctantly, and took another wooden box from the servant behind him.

"This is the nine-story Boshan furnace that Chang Yu specially found."

When the wooden box was opened, the base was carved in bronze, gilded with silver, with strange birds and animals engraved around it, and the furnace cover was made of cirrus clouds, which is extremely exquisite. It should be from the Han and Jin Dynasties, and it is invaluable.

No one in the room paused for breath, the value of these two treasures is really considerable, if they got it by themselves, they would probably not be willing to give it away anyway, except for Ye Gucheng, who stared at Prince Nan for a long time.

"This thing is too expensive."

"Treasures are given to heroes."

Ye Gucheng didn't speak, but just glanced at Yun Shu.

The latter immediately understood and took a step forward: "Your Majesty is tired all the way, let's take a seat first!"

As for the things, Yun Shu didn't dare to let others pick them up, Prince Nan frowned slightly: "Is it Chang Yu's gift that doesn't suit City Lord Ye's wishes?"

"The city lord may as well say it bluntly, Chang Yu will definitely find a way to find a satisfactory gift for the city lord."

Ye Gucheng began to think seriously, if he throws Prince Nan out of Feixian Island now, he will have to deal with those troubles.

But before he could take action, there was suddenly the sound of extremely heavy footsteps outside.

It was really lively today, Ye Gucheng, who was obviously a little impatient, looked out the door with a cold face.

Suddenly he stared.

Unconsciously, he murmured softly, "Western Demon Cult?"

Oncoming were eighteen strong men riding tall horses, all dressed in black with purple belts, with two scimitars on their backs, this was the customary attire of people from the Western Demon Cult, Ye Gucheng naturally knew it.

So, what are these people here for?

This problem was quickly solved.

The big black-clothed man in the lead led everyone to get off their horses when they were ten steps away from the City Lord's Mansion.

Ye Gucheng didn't let anyone stop him, and when the group of them entered the door, they all knelt down on one knee, with a loud and forceful voice, which pierced countless birds and startled them.

"The Eighteen Riders of Mosha are here to offer congratulatory gifts under the order of our Holy Envoy."

The author has something to say: Let's all show off our wealth together.

Thank you Hyun Su for the mine.