Self-cultivation of the villain prince

In the tone, it was clear that he wanted to see off the guests.

As everyone knows, Xie Yu is a thin-skinned man. He was treated like this and naturally had to turn around and leave.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he heard a click. Su Qingqian swiped a palm in the air and closed the door. The cold and gloomy vigor overflowed, and he exploded an inch behind Xie Yu. The rain shivered.

Xie Yu snorted in his heart, but in reality he quickened his pace and quickly slipped away.

"Su Qingqian, it's too difficult to deal with..."

"Listening to her mother-in-law, Su Qingqian doesn't like men at all. Even if I grasp the flaws in her heart, it is impossible to capture her."

"Yes, it is very difficult to attack her as me..."

"But let Hua Yidie, the original protagonist, come out with his hands? After all, Su Qingqian is probably one of her harems."

"When Hua Yidie's strategy is over, I'll come to plug it in again, no, plug in a stick, beautiful, wonderful!"

As the saying goes, the harem of my harem is still my harem.

Thinking of this, Xie Yu suddenly became energetic, and had the same sense of strategizing that he had used to deal with Tang Muxue.

"Although I have added some strength and physique now, I am actually a soldier-type character..." he thought shamelessly.

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

Xie Yu is fighting for a better future, and Han Xiuming is also working hard.

Not long after getting up early in the morning, he rode a carriage to the resident of the Sanjiang Gang.

The main source of income of the Sanjiang Gang lies in the canal, so its headquarters is located in Hongfeng County.

Compared with most sects that can only "occupy the mountain as king", the Sanjiang Gang has obtained permission from the imperial court, and over the years, its reputation in Hongfeng County even exceeds that of the government.

Because it is in charge of the canal, the Sanjiang Gang also has a sub-station in Le'an County next door, and has been able to operate there for a long time.

But in recent years, their actions have become bigger and bigger, and they have aroused the vigilance of many forces. Even Xia Yuqing, who first arrived in Le'an County, discovered the problem.

Joining the Sanjiang Gang at this time will inevitably have a feeling of joining the National Army in 49 years.

The Han family of Han Xiuming didn't know it. Like the Worry-Free King, they usually only pay attention to the intelligence of the upper class or some major events in the world, and have no interest in the lives of the people at the bottom.

For example, the head of the Han family, Han Ruo's father, Han Lin, almost passed away happily when he heard that his son was invited to the Sanjiang Gang by Jingtao Sword.

In contrast, sects like Tianyin Sect and Bailian Sect, which have been mingling with the people for many years, know better what the mass line is, and know that the starting point and end of work are the people.Many of their talented disciples are the children of these masses, which is equivalent to an additional pool of talents.

In the carriage, Han Xiuming closed his eyes and settled, and he felt a sense of indifferent indifference. This kind of grandmaster of Yue Zhiyuan was hard to believe that it would appear in a young man about twenty years old.

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

The servant sitting across from him dared to speak: "My son, I heard that the Sanjiang Gang usually invites people to divide the rudder. Only a genius like you can be personally interviewed by the master."

Han Xiuming snorted coldly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, being able to be personally received by Grand Master Ning Shen is a great honor, but he himself is a Grand Master, and now he is reborn, so naturally he does not pay attention to the dead old man like Jing Tao Sword.

'Maybe he is counting on accepting me as a disciple and inheriting the Sanjiang Gang...'

The more Han Xiuming thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. He struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally decided to put aside the pride of the master and go to apprentice.

'The old man is dying anyway, it is better to let me inherit the Sanjiang Gang, so in ten years, no, maybe I can be promoted to Master of Concentration in seven or eight years.'

After meditating for a long time, he opened his eyes, and the servant beside him handed over the jerky that was already prepared.

After Han Xiuming finished eating the jerky and drinking a pot of water, the carriage stopped.

He stepped out of the carriage, his eyes were instantly attracted by the magnificent waves in front of him, as if the boundless river.

Here is the intersection of the Feiyun River, Jiaolong River, Shensha River, and the three major rivers. Looking far away, you can see countless boats of various sizes slowly advancing on the river, and the people on the pier on the shore are like a large group of dense black The point is moving.

Cangyun County runs from north to south and has always been a water and land transportation hub. The watercraft from all counties stayed here, indirectly driving the development of the local economy. The worry-free palace has so much money and is inseparable from the canal.

Han Xiuming and his servants walked to the station together. There was a yard with continuous houses. On the open space outside, hundreds of naked-chested men were practicing martial arts, and the loud shouts were deafening.

'It's a hard way...' Han Xiuming quickly judged.

These sturdy big guys ignored him, probably because they thought it was impossible for the two of them to come to the Sanjiang Gang to make trouble, and let him walk into the resident.

Han Xiuming found a middle-aged scribe who was about forty years old, wearing a Confucian costume and a brocade robe. He took out a letter from the Sanjiang Gang to explain his intentions.

The middle-aged scribe was shocked. He looked at Han Xiuming with a youthful and tender face. No matter how he observed it, he could not see a trace of cultivation.

But he is a normal person. Since the leader has an order, he will be questioned by a middle-level cadre from him in which round. Only cerebral palsy will suddenly attack him at this time and ask the other party to pretend to slap him in the face.

The three walked through the house, and after turning a few turns, they came to a separate exquisite small courtyard.

As soon as Han Xiuming walked into the yard, he saw a middle-aged man with raised cheekbones and eagle-like eyes in a black outfit.

The middle-aged scribe on the side hurriedly said in a low voice: "This is the elder Feng of our Sanjiang Gang, nicknamed the Golden Eye Eagle."

Han Xiuming hadn't heard of it, staring straight at the old man in Jinyi who was leaning on the couch with white beard and hair.

Just looking at the other party directly, a picture of dark clouds and billowing roars rose in his mind. If there was a real sense of mental pressure, it was enough to scare ordinary people away.

This is a way of using the power of the soul of Concentration Master to interfere with the opponent's mental state and let the battle enter its own rhythm.

At this moment, Han Xiuming's soul was severely damaged. If he really tried hard, the dilapidated Yin God might disintegrate instantly, causing his realm to fall.

Fortunately, Ye Yaxi seemed to be just testing his junior. He didn't use much effort. Han Xiuming shook his head a little and returned to normal.

Elder Feng, who was standing on the side, took a step forward and punched with his five fingers together. There was a sharp neighing sound in the courtyard, as if a golden eagle's shadow pounced.

Han Xiuming suddenly felt the strong wind blowing against his face, but he didn't evade, his five fingers forming claws directly greeted him.

The palms of the two of them swayed like wind and rain, a series of rapid attacks, the overflowing infuriating energy exploded everywhere in the courtyard, pitting the delicate and clean walls into pits, full of cracks of different sizes.

Bang bang bang!

They fought each other a few times like lightning, and then retreated to each side.

"Young Master Han is a great effort!" Elder Feng stood with his hands in his hand and praised loudly.

His hands hidden behind his back were trembling slightly, obviously he suffered a small loss for a while.

"Elder Feng is worthy of being a master of the innate realm, and the younger generations are impressed by his powerful strength!" Han Xiuming also sighed and said something.

There is nothing wrong with his tone, but everyone present felt a strange smell of yin and yang, and could not help but whispered an old yin and yang in his heart.

Elder Feng blushed, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable on his face, and with a cold snort, he retreated behind Ye Yaxi.