Chapter 102 Greeting Post

After thinking about it, Yang Hong couldn't be too relaxed. Fang Yun found a maid and ordered, "Xiaomei, go and prepare a congratulatory post for me!"

"Congratulations?" The girl named Xiaomei blinked and said puzzledly, "Who is the young master going to congratulate?"

"Prince Shaobao, Yang Hong"

"Ah?!" Xiaomei exclaimed and quickly covered her mouth.

"Go ahead." Fang Yun waved his hand and smiled.

Back to the study, Fang Yun sharpened his ink, repaired a letter, and stuffed it into the red greeting post. On the cover, it was written "Shizi Fang Yun, He Shaobao Yang Hong, changed to delay, temporarily "deferred" the title of marquis".

"Go, send this letter to the Marquis of Yingwu"

The Marquis of Yingwu is still magnificent, but I appreciate a lot.

"This is our young master, who gave it to the young master."

A clever man in black stood at the door.

"Young master? What young master?"

After the gate, a slightly fat middle-aged greenhouse came out. He had three ps of black whiskers and wore black Confucian clothes, looking a little short and fat.

This man was on the second day of the trial of the three halls, and Yang Hong, the Marquis of Yingwu, photographed the counselor of Dali Temple.

The status of the Marquis of Yingwu is respected, but he doesn't care which young master. The middle-aged counselor just wanted to play the man in black, but he suddenly glanced at him and caught a glimpse of a line of words on the cover of the congratulatory sticker.

"Fang Yun?!" Seeing the name, the middle-aged counselor's eyelids immediately jumped.

In the capital, anyone can send congratulatory posts to the Marquis of Yingwu, but not to the Marquis of England.

"Your family is young" The middle-aged counselor just wanted to ask about it. As soon as he looked up, the man in black ran away.

"Fang Yun's son, the adult has almost been stripped of the title. It must be malicious to send a congratulatory post at this time.

The counselor held this congratulatory post in his hand, his eyes flashed, and he was about to throw it away immediately.

"Bred it here, I already know." In the depths of the Marquis's mansion, the voice of the Marquis of Yingwu came. A strong martial arts man like Marquis Yingwu can't hide anything from him inside and outside the Marquis's mansion.

"Yes, my lord!" The middle-aged counselor hesitated for a moment, turned around, grabbed the congratulatory post, and walked into Yang Hong's study.

"Put it down."

Yang Hong pointed in front of him with his right index finger and said. In the unpressed study, Yang Hong's face looked slightly white, but at least he was a little bloody. The imperial edict of the emperor has been transmitted to the Marquis of Yingwu. Yang Hong was more or less relieved by the slow resolution.

The counselor put down the congratulatory post and thought about it. He was a little worried and said:

"Your Excellency, the imperial edict has just been read. Fang Yun sent a congratulatory post, but I'm afraid it's malicious.

"I can't see his thoughts. He just wants to take the opportunity to tease me. What else can I do?"

Yang Hong said indifferently and didn't care. Just in front of this confidant, take apart the congratulatory post.

"Your Excellency, do I want to avoid it for a while?"

"No need," Yang Hong waved his hand and opened the letter in the congratulatory post at will. Inside the letter paper are small words, and on the other side, there is a picture, drawing a battle map of the two people's sand table in a concise way.

"He finally couldn't get on the stage, thinking that taking the second map would annoy me."

Yang Hong grabbed the letter paper calmly, glanced at it, and then threw it in front of the counselor in front of him.

The middle-aged counselor secretly looked at Yang Hong, and saw that Yang Hong looked majestic and magnificent. He was still the prince Shaobao who collapsed in front of Mount Tai in his impression and did not change his color.

"The adult is still smart. It's my subordinates who worry too much."

The middle-aged counselor said with sincere admiration. That's right, the identities of the two people are too different. After all, the sand table deduction doesn't represent anything. If you really go to the battlefield, with Taizi Shaobao's shocking martial arts cultivation, Wanjun can directly take Fang Yun's head from it.

Even if Fang Yun has many strategies and tactics, it is also a floating cloud in front of the 18th plan of the recruitment method to capture the thief and capture the king.

"Your Excellency. The second son of the Fang family, humiliated the adult in front of so many people this time. Shall we find a way to kill him?

The middle-aged counselor suddenly suggested.

"Fang Yun can only move his mouth and can't support the climate. -- If necessary, find an opportunity to kill him!"

Yang Hong looked calm, thought slightly and said.

"Yes, my lord. I will find a way to do this."

"Well, let's go." Yang Hong waved his hand, and the middle-aged counselor immediately retreated.

"Yes, my lord."

The middle-aged counselor slowly exited the room, closed the door, turned around and left.

"Puff!"

The middle-aged counselor just turned around and left. In the study, Yang Hong couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. The face, which had replied a little blood, became pale and bloodless again. Anyone can send a congratulatory post, no matter how sarcastically it is, he can be indifferent.

Only the congratulatory post sent by Fang Yun made him indifferent. Yang Hong has the talent of heaven and has never paid attention to anyone. Unexpectedly, it was broken. A martial arts skill was far inferior to his Fang Yun.

There is nothing, which makes him feel more humiliated than this.

Well, Yang Hong grabbed the congratulatory post sent by Fang Yun and tore it to pieces. The blue veins of his palm burst out, trembling with anger.

"Fang Yun!————"

Yang Hong's heart let out a murderous roar.

Suddenly, a mass of purple clouds appeared in Yang Hong's study. The purple cloud exploded, and a majestic voice came from the purple cloud:

"Yang Hong."

Hearing this sound, Yang Hong's mind was cold and he immediately woke up.

"Weichen, see His Majesty the Emperor."

Yang Hong suppressed all the emotions in his heart, pushed away the chair, and knelt down in the study.

"Do you know why I gave you the emperor's chariot?"

The voice of the emperor is vast, with a sense of pressure from heaven. Yang Hong's breath is strong enough, but in front of the emperor, it is still like a candlelight, which may be extinguished at any time.

"Your Majesty gave me the chariot of the Emperor of Heaven, which is the creation of Weichen, and Weichen didn't think much about it." Yang Hong said respectfully.

"I gave you the Heavenly Emperor's chariot, hoping that you can patrol on my behalf and guard the week. I don't want you to draw on a scholar Fang Yun. - I'm very disappointed in you!"

Yang Hong's body trembled, and a burst of cold sweat suddenly appeared all over his body. He was stunned. Yang Hong suddenly fell down and said, "Yang Hong is wrong. Please punish your majesty!"

"You have reached the celestial level for the first time, and your mind is unstable. Then punish you to sink into the center of the earth and face the wall for half a day!"

As soon as the sound fell, a huge purple hand suddenly poked out in the purple cloud. The giant hand went down and immediately covered Yang Hong's whole body.

"Card wipe."

Yang Hong's body fluctuated in the void. In the blink of an eye, the space within four feet around him suddenly froze and turned into an exquisite ice room.

"I will give you half a year of meticulous care. When you break out of the wall, I will title you as a hero!"

As soon as the emperor's voice fell, the purple giant hand patted down. Yang Hong was around the ground and suddenly turned into a water wave, swinging layer by layer. This exquisite ice room immediately sank into the ground and reached tens of thousands of feet of darkness.

Last night, the purple clouds dispersed. In Yang Hong's study, it is as intact as before, and there is no dilapidation at all.

"Weichen received the order!"

In the tens of thousands of feet of underground cave, Yang Hong sat on his knees, a ray of cold light flashed through the darkness, and finally returned to darkness and peace.

Sifanghoufu.

After Fang Yun sent the congratulatory post to Yingwuhou's house, he ignored it.

Da Zhou established the country with martial arts, and Yang Hong's martial arts are better than mine. So it is more valued than me. If wisdom is not set off by force, it is false. I have to practice martial arts hard!"

In the art of war, the upper party plots, and the lower party fights. When the upper party does not work, it is when the lower party is rampant. In any era, no field, there is no lack of strong force.

Fang Yun closed his eyes and sat down, his thoughts sank into Dantian, driving the clock of heaven and earth again. With a buzz, ten floating scrolls appeared in the void again. Fang Yun put all the internal forces into the clock of heaven and earth, and then spit back to Dantian. After managing the quenching of the clock of heaven and earth, the internal force of Fang Yun is obviously condensed and much more refined.

"Drink!"

Half a sound, Fang Yun suddenly exhaled and opened his voice, and his right palm stretched out. Dantian's internal forces sang, and these pale yellow internal forces immediately condensed out inscriptions and spit them out of Fang Yun's palm. The inscription is close to the palm of the hand, suspended,

When the thirty-sixty-six tadpole-like inscriptions appeared, another complex array pattern appeared. Fang Yun grabbed it with five fingers, and this exquisite array pattern immediately formed a second golden rune, which entered Fang Yun's palm.

condensed the second rune, and thin beads of sweat immediately appeared on Fang Yun's forehead. This second rune needs half more inscriptions than the first one. That is to say, the true gas consumed is more than half.

If it hadn't been discovered by Fang Yun, the role of the heaven and earth Wanhua clock in refining the true qi. I'm afraid that the second rune will not know when it can be agglutined. The golden handprints on this first pattern require a total of twelve arrays, each of which is transformed into a rune. The first array requires 24 runes, the second 36, and the third 48... The internal force consumption is so great that I don't know when I can make this big print!

Thinking about the huge internal force needed for this big handprint, Fang Yun couldn't help but darkly numb his scalp. Only then did I practice the second rune, and it was so hard. If you want to practice the twelfth way, don't you want to scare people to death! However, there is a worry and a joy. Everyone who practices martial arts knows that the more difficult it is to practice, the more powerful it will be after practice. This big seal, only the second rune, is so difficult to refine. After practice, the power is estimated to be extremely amazing. Fang Yun practiced on his knees for a while and made up for the internal strength consumed. Then I opened a brochure and read it. This pamphlet was obtained from Wei Yan.

Blue cover, no name. It is obviously a manuscript. Several skills of the Heavenly Evil Sect are recorded in it.

On the way from the Bahrain mine to the capital, Fang Yun just turned over in a hurry and hadn't looked at it carefully.

"Huh? Wang Qifa!"

When Fang Yun turned to the last page and saw the last skill, he couldn't help but move his heart and look carefully.

"Everything in heaven and earth is born with luck. If you have poor luck, you will be poor, sick and hard, and you will live a mediocre life; if you have good luck, you will come from the family of princes, which is not rich or noble!"

The first line of this Wangqi method attracted Fang Yun's attention.

"Interesting, there is such a saying."

Fang Yun continued to look down. H