Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    Wen family, clan hall.

     "Brother, the news just came that Su Yi's waste was taken to Juxianlou by the Huang family."

    Wen Changqing hurriedly walked into the hall with a smile on her face, "No accident, this kid must be cleaned up to the death!"

    He has a white face and no beard, and his eyes are dark. He is Wen Lingxue's second uncle.

    "A few days ago, he made a lot of nonsense and made Mr. Wei Zhengyang very angry. He should have taught him a good lesson."

    The patriarch Wen Changjing's expression was flat, "Who would have thought that before we could make a move, this kid would provoke Huang Qianjun's head, I have never seen such a dead person!"

    Wen Changqing frowned suddenly and said: "I have something puzzled, it's not that Su Yi's cultivation base was abolished as early as a year ago, why he was able to defeat Huang Qianjun and those entourage yesterday. ?"

    After a pause, he sneered: "Anyway, I don't believe that a crippled person can make a storm!"

    Wen Changqing also laughed and said, "I think so too."

    When Su Yi was in Qinghe Sword Mansion, he had the third stage of 'strengthening tendons' in the blood-moving realm.

    But because of an accident, his cultivation base dissipated, his qi and blood were weak, and his foundation collapsed. At that time, some big figures in Qinghe Sword Mansion offered to help, but to no avail.

    Since then, Su Yi has been reduced to a waste and abandoned by the Qinghe Sword House.

    This matter is not only clear to Wen Changjing and Wen Changqing, but also known to the entire Guangling City.

    Under these circumstances, Wen Changjing did not believe that Su Yi still had the possibility of re-cultivating martial arts.

     "Don't mention this son, tomorrow at the old lady's birthday banquet, Huang Yunchong, the head of the Huang family, will also come to celebrate his birthday. If you ask him at that time, you will know the truth of what happened in Juxianlou."

    Wen Changjing said casually.

    An insignificant son-in-law, not worthy of their too much attention.

    "Speaking of tomorrow's birthday banquet, Wen Qing, are you ready?"

    Wen Changjing asked.

    Wen Changqing nodded, "Some clans and forces that are close to our Wen family have indicated that they will definitely come to the birthday banquet tomorrow. It's just..."

    He hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Brother, you also know that in recent years, the situation of our Wen family has not been as good as before. Among the three major clans in Guangling City, we are already in the bottom position. Under such circumstances, it is not easy to invite some important and powerful people to participate in the birthday banquet..."

    Wen Changjing frowned and said, "Where is the problem?"

    Wen Changqing said bitterly, "It's the City Lord's Mansion."

    City Lord's Mansion!

    Wen Changjing sank in his heart and realized the seriousness of the problem.

    In the past few years, the power of the writers has been declining and not as good as before.

    On the contrary, the Huang family and the Li family, who are also the three major clans in Guangling City, are thriving and their power is becoming more and more prosperous.

    Such a comparison makes the Dewen home more and more unbearable.

     Recently, there have been many rumors in Guangling City, saying that within ten years, the Wen family will be removed from the "three Guangling clans"!

    This has become a heart disease of the great man of the Wen family.

    Therefore, the 80th birthday of the old lady of the Wen family is regarded as a top priority by the Wen family.

    The purpose is to use this birthday banquet to show the muscles to the outside world, and tell everyone in Guangling City that the heritage of the Wen family is still there and cannot be slandered!

    The more great people there are, the more they will prove it.

    In short, it is to invite some big people to help the Wen family "support the scene"!

    In the Wen family's plan, if the city lord "Fu Shan" can be invited to attend the birthday banquet tomorrow, it is like inviting a pillar, which can easily support the Wen family's scene.

    When the news spreads, who in the world would dare to say that the Wen family is not as strong as before?

    "If Mr. Fu doesn't come, the big people who came to the birthday banquet will think that now our Wen family... can't invite Mr. Fu, the great god..."

    Wen Changjing's face darkened a little.

     Immediately, he took a deep breath, stared at Wen Changqing, and said word by word:

    "You will go to the City Lord's Mansion later. In any case, please invite Mr. Fu to attend the birthday banquet tomorrow!"

    Wen Changqing froze all over, his lips murmured: "Brother, these days, I have personally visited the city lord's mansion three times, and every time I was turned away, even the city lord's face didn't see..."

    Wen Changjing gritted his teeth and said: "If you go again, Mr. Fu will not agree, you will spend it in the City Lord's Mansion, I don't believe it, based on the friendship between our Wen family and him over the years, he still I can always refuse."

    Wen Changqing nodded with a heavy heart and sighed: "If the old lady was in Yujing City, who would dare to underestimate our Wen family in Guangling City?"

    Wen Changjing was silent and his mind was tumbling.

    At this time, a squire came in a hurry and reported something—

    Su Yi returned to Wen's house!

    "Are you sure he wasn't hurt at all?"

    Wen Changqing couldn't help asking, a look of astonishment.

    Hu Cong thought about it seriously, and said, "From the outside, it looks unscathed."

    Wen Changqing was stunned, how is this possible?

    Huang Qianjun was so humiliated, how could the Huang family let Su Yi go so easily?

    There must be something wrong!

     "Brother, what do you think?"

    Wen Changqing couldn't help but look at Wen Changjing.

    Wen Changjing said impatiently: "Compared to the old lady's birthday banquet tomorrow, whether he Su Yi is alive or dead is a fart!"

    Wen Changqing was at a loss for words.

    …

    The afternoon sun shines through the window lattice, casting a spot of light all over the place.

    Su Yi's figure was immersed in the wooden barrel, his eyes were closed, he breathed, and his clean face was full of tranquility.

    "Starting tomorrow, a new body quenching prescription will be used."

    For a long time, Su Yi exhaled a long breath, his breath was like an arrow piercing the air, strong and long, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

    At present, his cultivation has reached the level of "skin refining" in the early stage of moving blood.

    The next level is "refined meat"!

    Cultivation of this situation to the extreme, when the flesh and blood is relaxed, it is as soft as jade, and when it is tight, it is as strong as fine iron, which can withstand the wounds of ordinary weapons!

    "When tempering the skin, the value of medicinal materials consumed by the daily medicinal bath is five hundred taels."

    "But if you temper the flesh and blood, you will consume about 1,500 taels worth of medicinal materials every day. Only in this way can I cooperate with the Songhe Body Exercise, allowing me to temper the most powerful and powerful flesh and blood. Power…"

    Su Yi got up from the barrel, put on his clothes, and sat in meditation by the window.

    It has only been six days since he started to practice again. Although he has reached the perfection of the skin refining stage in one fell swoop, it has cost a full three thousand taels of silver!

    At the moment, the 10,000 taels of silver donated by Zijin have only 7,000 taels left.

    According to Su Yi's estimate, if you start to practice at the level of meat refining, these seven thousand taels of silver can only support four or five days!

    As a normal person, you can't afford such amazing expenses.

    "Take the time to go to Yuncang Mountain. If you can find some elixir, it will be even better."

    Su Yi pondered in his heart,

    Different from ordinary herbs, elixir is born by bathing in spiritual energy.

    In the Great Wilderness Kyushu, in addition to those "Heavenly Materials and Earth Treasures" grade elixir, other elixir can be easily purchased.

    But in this great Zhou territory, let alone the treasures of heaven and earth, ordinary elixir can be called "rare", each of which is extremely precious and difficult to exchange.

    For Su Yi, this is nothing.

    In the blood-moving realm, there is no elixir, and ordinary medicinal materials can be used instead. It just takes more time and money.

    After a while, Su Yi got up and came to the courtyard, as before, began to practice the pine crane body forging technique.

    In this way, it is possible!

    What's more, if you want to surpass yourself in your previous life, naturally you can't be slack.

    …

    The next morning.

    Before dawn, the Wen family was busy.

    Today is the 80th birthday of the old lady, and there will be many great people coming. This incident has already spread all over Guangling City and attracted a lot of attention, and no one dares to neglect it.

    It's just that these excitements have nothing to do with Su Yi.

    In Wen's family, he is just an insignificant son-in-law.

    When others were busy, he walked out of the house like in the past days, walked leisurely outside the city, and walked along the Dacang River.

    In the distance, Su Yi saw two figures waiting near the mulberry forest.

    It is Xiao Tianque and Zijin.

    "The old man has seen Mr. Su!"

    And when he saw Su Yi, Xiao Tianque was refreshed, laughed and stepped forward, bowing his hands.

    Compared to the first time we met, he looked much better.

    "Purple Viola has seen Mr. Su!"

    Purple Viola stepped forward with a respectful look.

    She is wearing a green dress today, her skin is better than snow, her eyebrows and almond eyes, she is beautiful and beautiful.

    "The two of you must already know my identity, so there is no doubt about it?"

    Su Yi said with great interest.

    Xiao Tianque said solemnly: "Secular people often like to judge people by their appearance and their status, but they don't know that existences like Mr. Su are the real masters!"

    Su Yi smiled and shook his head, "There is no need to say polite words."

    Zi Jin hesitated for a moment, and then apologized: "Mr. Su, I sent someone to inquire about your identity before, and I also let people pay attention to your movements secretly, but I dare to face the sky. I swear, I will never have any other thoughts, and if I make you unhappy, I hope to atone for it."

    Speaking, she lowered her head and bowed.

    "It's not an example."

    Su Yi nodded.

    Purple Viola let out a sigh of relief before she dared to straighten her body.

    "Mr. Su, look at my injury..."

    Xiao Tianque couldn't help but speak.

    "Wait a moment, I will heal you after I practice."

    Su Yi said, he has come straight to an open space in this mulberry forest, holding his breath, his mind is emptied, and slowly performing the pine crane body forging technique.

    In the adjacent area, there are two eyes watching.