I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

On the surface of the big ship that seems to be twisted and formed by vines, there are branches of vines again, extending into the sea in all directions.

At the tip of each rattan, there is a symbol, which is shining faintly.

As the brilliance flowed, there seemed to be sparkling waves of light on the sea around the big ship.

Then, there was no wind and huge waves, and the sea water kept surging.

Amidst the sound of the water flow, one after another water curtains were seen rising from the sea surface, and then gathered to protect the big ship in the center.

At this time, a sharp sword light suddenly flew up from the shore, and slashed towards the ships in the sea.

The sword light was sharp and majestic, and it produced a force as heavy as a mountain.

It hasn't completely fallen, but just getting close to the sea surface, it caused the sea water to vibrate, faintly scattered and sank.

But those heavy water curtains protecting the big ship forcibly resisted the majestic and fierce sword light.

The sword light dissipated, and the figure of Fu Jingbo, the master of the ninth realm of martial arts and the head of the Liangdi Nanshan School appeared.

Fu Jingbo and Master Huifang looked at each other through the water curtain and nodded at the same time.

The defensive power of this formation is not weak, and it can basically withstand most of the wind and waves in the deep sea and ocean.

Fu Jingbo did not continue to shoot, but quietly observed from the sidelines.

Master Huifang ordered the boatman to sail while changing his own spells.

The big ship braved the thorns and thorns in the waves and moved forward.

But Daoist Huifang and Fu Jingbo frowned at the same time.

They could clearly feel that the water curtain covering the big ship, or in other words, the magic circle with the big ship as the center of the formation, produced fluctuations between operations.

The formation was unstable and gradually became superficial.

The water curtain covering the big ship was much weaker.

Fu Jingbo is confident that she can cut it open with a single sword without using all her strength.

Daoist Huifang also looked serious.

Chen Yu, who was on the boat with him, said: "It's just the beginning. Now that the water curtain is still there, it means that we have already achieved half of the success. The rest only needs to be adjusted slowly."

"What Chen Xiaoyou said is right." Real Huifang nodded slightly: "I really can't be impatient."

In other words, what Meng Shen did was physical work, which was mainly time-consuming and labor-intensive, and he still needed a lot of skills.

Daoist Huifang calmed down, and immediately began to rethink the formation with the cooperation of Chen Yu.

Both Meng Shen and Master Huifang were on the right track, and Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace in Chang'an stopped paying attention.

At this moment, he projected Mr. Wu Yun into the Heavenly Punishment Hall.

In the Hall of Heaven's Punishment, there are different numbers of people being held in a row of cells.

Mr. Wu Yun walked over one by one.

In the first cell, there was only one elegant-looking old man.

Seeing Mr. Wu Yun coming in, the old man took a deep breath and bowed.

"Free gift."

Mr. Wu Yun's expression was flat, and he looked him up and down: "These days, you have performed well, and you have worked hard and conscientiously. Your Majesty has always been magnanimous. You can regain your freedom."

The old man said softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness, Mr. Xie for your care."

"There is no need to mention anything about taking care of it." Mr. Wu Yun said: "However, you should already know that Shuofeng Academy has become a thing of history."

The elegant old man in front of him was none other than Yan Sheng, the vice president of Shuofeng Academy in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

He was captured by Chang'an along with Prince Qi's second son Gao Zheng and others.

After that, Yan Sheng, who became a prisoner, worked honestly and performed well, and now he can finally regain his freedom.

However, Shuofeng Academy, the number one school of Confucianism in the Northern Qi Dynasty, has indeed become history now.

The academy was demolished, and most of the teachers and students in the academy were taken to Chang'an.

Hearing Mr. Wu Yun's words, Yan Sheng sighed slightly: "I implore you to allow me to rebuild the Shuofeng Academy. Of course, it is the Shuofeng of Chang'an, not the Shuofeng of Northern Qi."

"You understand the rules, so I won't talk too much anymore." Mr. Wu Yun said calmly, "Even if it's the North Qi's Shuofeng, it's nothing."

When Yan Sheng heard this, a faint chill appeared on his back.

For Chang'an City, there is another Shuofeng Academy in the former Northern Qi Dynasty,

Really nothing.

It's nothing more than destroying it again.

"Don't dare, dare not."

Yan Sheng said hastily: "The old man and others did not know the grace of God before, offended Chang'an, and went against the general trend. From now on, they will not dare to make the same mistake again."

Those who ended his prison life with him and regained his freedom, and other Shuofeng Academy students.

These people will be the foundation for Yan Sheng to rebuild Shuo Feng.

However, they were all like him, not daring to rebel against Chang'an.

As for those Shuofeng students who were determined not to submit, there was no doubt that they would continue to slowly undergo labor reform.

"Look at your performance." Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently.

"Dare not to disappoint His Majesty and Sir." Yan Sheng replied respectfully.

Mr. Wu Yun led him out of the cell together, then waved his hands casually, and Yan Sheng withdrew immediately.

The old man in black walked into the second cell.

The person inside is a middle-aged man with a serious bearing and dressed in fine clothes.

From his body, there seemed to be an extremely sharp breath like a steel gun.

Xiao Kun, who practiced the Fulong Spear, a unique skill handed down by the royal family of Nanliang in the past, has a martial arts artistic conception, which has completely integrated into his blood.

But at this moment, the straight and sharp spear seemed to be gradually bending, so that the sharpness was not as strong as before.

"I've seen Mr. Wu Yun." Xiao Kun lowered his head and said slowly.

Mr. Wu Yun came to him: "I won't mention any unnecessary words, this old man is a rare opportunity, you should grasp it carefully."

Xiao Kun said: "Please rest assured, sir, I understand."

Back then, the city lord of Chang'an took action himself, and only he and Lin Ying survived.

At that time, Tang Wang Li Xuanxin and others who accompanied him all died without a place to bury them.

That scene was forever engraved in Xiao Kun's heart, and he dared not forget it for a moment.

Since these days, it has even become a nightmare existence, making him unable to give birth to any thoughts of rebellion.

"Are you planning to return to the land of old Liang?" Mr. Wu Yun asked.

Xiao Kun shook his head lightly: "Please allow me to settle in other places and serve Chang'an."

Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently, "Yes."

Xiao Kun made the same choice as Xiao Zhaoyuan's son Xiao Hui.

In a sense, as a person of Xiao Keye's era, when he returned to Liang, he would be more eye-catching than Xiao Hui.

After all, he is a martial arts master in the eighth realm.

Moreover, the Liang clan inherited the exquisite and powerful Fulong Spear.

In the same realm, other people in Liang may not be able to match him.

At that time, everyone will definitely join hands to target him, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

Instead of this, it is better to go to other places to work hard.

If there is a chance to break through to the Ninth Realm, there is no harm in returning to Liang Land at that time.

Xiao Kun naturally has no intention of restoring the Nanliang Dynasty, but if he reaches the ninth level, he will not have to worry about the joint suppression of other people in the old Liang land.

Zhang Dongyun naturally didn't care much about this, Mr. Wuyun he projected immediately agreed to Xiao Kun's request.

Xiao Kun had already considered where to go, just waiting for Mr. Wu Yun to nod.

Now that Mr. Wu Yun has given permission, he immediately went to Jin to join Wei Chong, the Patriarch of the Wei family.

In the early years, when he left the Nanliang Dynasty to travel, he had a good friendship with Wei Chong, the head of the Wei family.

The Wei family was the first to take refuge in Chang'an, and now it is flourishing in Jin.

With Wei Chong and the Wei family taking care of him, Xiao Kun didn't have to worry that he, an outsider, would suddenly go to Jindi and cause dissatisfaction from other local people.

If that was the case, Xiao Kun would be the same as staying in Liangdi.

But now, he can sit back and relax.

Xiao Kun left, and Mr. Wu Yun went to the third cell.

This time, there were two people in the cell.

One is old and the other is middle-aged, both of them have the atmosphere of great Confucianism.

The former is Cheng Jingyuan, the elder of the Cheng family in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the latter is Cheng Luo, who is also from the Cheng family.

After Mr. Wu Yun came in, the two saluted together: "I met Mr. Wu Yun."

"The old man has seen the performance of the two of you these days, but..."

Mr. Wu Yun's eyes fell on Cheng Luo: "You, you can regain your freedom."

He turned his gaze to Cheng Jingyuan again: "But you can't."

Cheng Luo looked at his uncle in embarrassment.

On Cheng Jingyuan's old face, his expression was much calmer, as if he had expected it.

Cheng Luo, ever since he was captured in Chang'an, has been imprisoned as a coolie to atone for his sins.

And he, Cheng Jingyuan, was redeemed by the Eastern Tang Dynasty halfway through.

He reported some matters related to Chang'an City to the Eastern Tang Dynasty. As a result, when the Eastern Tang Dynasty fell, the Cheng family also suffered.

Cheng Jingyuan entered the palace for the second time and became a prisoner of Chang'an again.

In this way, he is equivalent to opposing Chang'an twice and three times, and the crime is aggravated.

Now that Cheng Luo and the others have redeemed their sins and been punished, thanks to Chang'an's grace, they can regain their freedom, but Cheng Jingyuan may not be so lucky.

"I am willing to continue to be a prisoner to atone for my sins. I only hope that Chang'an can forgive the other Cheng family children. They just obey the orders of the old man and others." Cheng Jingyuan bowed again.

"Everything is arranged by itself, and you don't need to worry about it."

Mr. Wu Yun's tone was neither salty nor weak: "For you, you should focus on yourself and sincerely repent."

Cheng Jingyuan said respectfully: "I understand, I must remember my teacher's teachings."

The Cheng family used to be very close to the Li family of the Eastern Tang royal family, so when the Eastern Tang Dynasty collapsed, they were naturally liquidated.

Many people, including Patriarch Cheng Qing, fell under the Chang'an butcher knife.

It is obviously impossible to say that the Cheng family didn't have any hatred at the beginning.

However, the life of coolies after being imprisoned continued to wear down their resentment and arrogance.

Some people just won't give in.

But some people gradually began to lower their heads.

They had to consider the issue of family survival.

Therefore, many members of the Cheng family, including Cheng Jingyuan and Cheng Luo, began to bow their heads to Chang'an City sincerely.

Even though she is still stuck and unable to be free, Cheng Jingyuan has no complaints and accepts it calmly.

Cheng Luo asked Mr. Wu Yun for instructions: "Sir, if the younger generation can strive for some meritorious service, can it be exchanged for my uncle's freedom as soon as possible?"

"It depends on your performance..." Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently: "It also depends on his own."