Chapter 360 Resentment

In winter, everything is covered in silver and withered.

This year, the snow is heavy. The decoration inside the Tianhu Cave is classical and elegant, just like a human scholarly home. A group of foxes snuggle up to each other beside the fire. The harvest on the mountain is even more bleak. For some reason, this year is not easy.

The fruit of the sacred tree helps the foxes to practice, purify their qi and blood, and shape their souls. During the winter, there is a furnace in their bodies, which emits heat so that they can live normally. With the help of severe winter practice, they may even realize that their souls can leave their bodies and become people like Grandma San, or condense their qi and blood to become powerful monsters, and there is a chance to transform.

"Grandma, I want to go out and play!"

"Don't go, people outside are coming, let's hide first!"

Grandma San said to the foxes.

This mountain is called Qinghua Mountain, named after its lush vegetation. There are two races, the fox and the snake, living on the mountain. There were constant frictions before, and with the emergence of masters from each family, the two sides shook hands and made peace.

Foxes are semi-hibernating animals. In winter, their physical functions are greatly reduced until winter is over.

Things are not in accordance with common sense, but they are spirits. The divine fruit can allow them to survive the winter against common sense. During this time, they can easily break through.

Now that the divine tree does not bear fruit, they can only spend this winter in poverty.

Wait until the ladies finish their retreat in the human world, and then report to her.

Da da da...

The divine horses galloped, and a series of traces appeared on the snow.

A group of people went up the mountain.

There were men and women in the lead. The woman was wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, and her pretty face was white. The man was wearing a summer suit, and his body was steaming, as if he was not afraid of the cold. Handsome men and beautiful women talked and laughed, and hundreds of snow-riding iron cavalry followed them.

The younger girl wearing a silver cape smiled at the more heroic-looking general on the left: "Mr. Li, why are you hunting in the snow? Are you trying to trick us?"

Li Shaoyang is the eldest son of Marquis Dingyuan. He is the leader of today's game, and the cavalry is also the personal soldiers of Marquis Dingyuan's mansion.

"The county lady is joking. In winter, most wild animals hibernate in caves. Now they come out and kill a whole nest. There are demon foxes on this mountain. If you hunt a good fox fur, you can give it to your majesty for the Thousand Years Festival next month."

Ordinary white fox fur is worth thousands of taels, and demon fox fur is even more expensive. It is invulnerable to cold and heat, and is invulnerable to swords and guns. It is qualified as a birthday gift.

"That's great!" The beautiful eyes of the Qingping County Lady lit up. The pale nobleman next to her is her brother from the same mother. They are not the emperor's children, but the legitimate children of the general Wei Guogong Yang Yi. The Qingping County Lady is very talented and has the status of the eldest daughter, so she was given the title of county lady by the emperor.

"Sister, stop talking. The prince and the princess are waiting impatiently. Let's go up now." The young man said with a cynical smile. If it weren't for the invitation from the ninth prince Liu Xuan, he wouldn't have come to this broken place.

Yang Cunxiao glanced at the red-robed young man on the back of the dragon blood horse. The young man's eyebrows and eyes were like sharp swords, piercing people's eyebrows and pain. The terrifying blood in his body made people feel like standing on Mount Tai.

This is a sign that the royal family's Huangji Jingshi magic has been cultivated to a certain level.

This person is the ninth prince Liu Xuan, who has the cultivation of a martial saint and is one of the most qualified candidates for the throne.

The woman next to Liu Xuan is his sister, Princess Jincheng, who is also the target of Yang Cunxiao's flattery.

The Princess of Qingping looked at Liu Xuan frequently, and it was obvious that she was interested in the ninth prince.

The ninth prince smiled gently and said, "It doesn't matter. Sister Qingping can stay as long as she wants."

"Then let's go up the mountain." Qingping's pretty face flushed, as if she was slightly drunk.

A group of people rode up the mountain on exotic horses.

Today's trip, the fox fur is not the key, the key is to please the Ninth Prince and establish a good relationship with him; the Ninth Prince also thought so in his heart.

As a child of aristocratic family, even Qingping is not as kind and innocent as he looks, and his mind is much more than ordinary people.

Yang Cunxiao rode his horse to catch up with the prince, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Prince, my brother's matter... I wonder how you arranged it?"

"Yang Xiao? This person's literary talent is not bad, it can be seen that he has worked hard. If he enters the palace examination, your majesty likes this style of writing recently, it is not impossible for him to be the top scholar. Are you sure to discard this person?" The Ninth Prince said with interest.

"Of course, the prince doesn't know that although this person is my brother, he was born to a slave in a brothel; it's fine if it's just like this, I'm not a heartless person, but this guy wants to move his dead mother into the ancestral tomb after high school. How can a slave be qualified to enter the ancestral temple? Where does he put the ancestors of the Yang family?"

Yang Cunxiao said dissatisfiedly.

Yang Xiao's conspiracy was an open conspiracy. The mother of a Jinshi must have an imperial edict or a memorial archway. Then the Yang family would have to let Yang Xiao's mother enter the ancestral tomb.

So they had to make moves in advance, and the Ninth Prince happened to have the power to do so.

His father didn't like this son very much, and he acquiesced to his behavior.

"Indeed, this person is too ignorant of the overall situation. Don't worry, I have made arrangements in advance, and this person will definitely not pass the exam." The Ninth Prince looked at Qingping, who was secretly listening, gently, and smiled, "Sister, are you relieved?"

Qingping's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and her ears were red.

"Let's go hunting!!"

The cavalry dispersed and drove out the hibernating beasts for the dignitaries to shoot and kill. The scene was full of laughter.

Just a few words decided a person's fate and future, but it was just a small episode.

In the back mountain, a young scholar was wearing a bamboo hat. In front of him was a lonely grave. For some reason, he was afraid of being discovered, or because of other concerns, there was no tombstone. If no one filled the soil and weeded the grave regularly, it would be lost in less than three years.

"Mother, today is your memorial day. Your son has brought you good news. Soon, you will move into the ancestral grave. I want to see the face of that vicious woman."

Yang Xiao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Everyone thought that his mother died of a sudden illness, but he knew that this was definitely not the case. It must have been the vicious woman who did it. His father was an old fool and protected the vicious woman everywhere.

"One day, I will definitely take back everything I lost with my own strength." Yang Xiao gritted his teeth secretly.

"Huh? Why are you?"

A sound of horse hooves came.

Yang Xiao turned his head and saw that his nominal brother and sister were also there.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Xiao frowned.

At this time, Yang Cunxiao saw the grave behind Yang Xiao and shouted, "Great, that bitch's grave is here, no wonder you ran out privately!"

Hearing the other party's rude words, Yang Xiao suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Say it again?"

"What's the use of saying it, bitch!"

Qingping also spoke at this time: "What are you doing? The prince is here, and you are making noise and quarreling. How can this be decent?"

Yang Xiao only noticed that there were people from the royal family at this time. Just as he was about to salute, he heard the ninth prince say lightly: "You are rude, take him down!"

The royal guards flew over like a big bird and grabbed Yang Xiao's shoulders. Yang Xiao was a weak scholar, how could he resist a warrior, and was pressed on the ice and snow.

"Haha, the prince is wise! Come on, dig up this desolate grave! You have no name, and you dare to pretend to be a member of the Yang family!" Yang Cunxiao said proudly.

"You dare!!!"

Yang Xiao's eyes were red and veins were bulging. The fierce look of this mortal made the warriors feel cold in their hearts.

"Haha, why not!!"

The soldiers followed him and dug up his mother's grave bit by bit in front of Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao struggled violently, but he was powerless. He could only watch his mother's bones being dug out and burned.

"By the way, I forgot to say something. Your fame is gone." Yang Cunxiao said softly.

Gradually, Yang Xiao stopped moving and just stared blankly ahead.

"Let's go." The ninth prince said.

Everyone left.

"Killing" a person is fine, but killing or beating a brother in front of so many people is still a bit shocking. If it gets out, it will be a shocking scandal.

Anyway, this guy has no martial arts, no fame, and is a slave-born son. He will never be able to turn over in this life.

"Why..." Yang Xiao muttered to himself.

After ten years of studying hard, he believed in the books of sages and followed the truth that reason can go anywhere. Even if he wanted to seek justice for his mother, it was within the rules.

Today, he saw that rules were no better than a piece of paper to wipe one's ass in front of some people.

His three views were shattered.

"Why!!"

Yang Xiao roared to the sky, as if a volcano was brewing in his body.

Boom!

Dark clouds rolled, and a thunderclap sounded out of nowhere, as if Yang Xiao's resentment had alarmed the world.

"Huh?" Xu Xuan woke up in shock. (End of this chapter)