The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 348 Natural Divine Power

In Fancheng, Great Zhou, Pan Chengfeng returned with Qian'er after watching the "good show" arranged by the emperor in the capital. As Pan Chengfeng expected, the emperor did not appoint a crown prince immediately. This made those who were ready to make a move suppress their restless hearts. Although the emperor was seventy years old, he was a foundation-building cultivator and looked only forty years old. He was in his prime. It would be troublesome to appoint a crown prince too early. Zhou Shijun was a lesson learned from the past. Now that those old ministers were gone, no one could influence Zhou Zhixiong's decision.

After sending Qian'er back to the Zhong family, Pan Chengfeng took Shaqi and Shajiu directly to the border of Dazhou. They had almost finished all the things they had to do for this trip, with only one thing left. Shaqi and Shajiu had been following them around Dazhou and were quite obedient. Pan Chengfeng planned to recruit two more followers, but the cultivation of these two was too poor, so he had to observe them for a while before considering whether to give them the Poxu Pill.

Da Zhou Guan Pass, the Lord's Mansion of Zhongying City. Sun Erleng was shirtless, swinging his big axes. A few dozen meters away, a few little kids watched their father swinging the big axes, screaming with excitement. Wei Mingwan came with a big belly, followed by two maids. Seeing that Sun Erleng was still practicing, she shouted, "Erlengzi, stop practicing, come and wash up quickly, the quartermaster from Fancheng will be here soon, you have to go and take over, don't sweat all over."

After Sun Erleng finished the last few moves, the personal soldier came over and took the axe, grinning, "The general is mighty, but there is no battle to fight now." Sun Erleng laughed and scolded, "Why? Do you think being my personal soldier is unfair to you? Do you want to go to the battlefield?" The personal soldier shook his head and said, "No, I just want to go to the battlefield to test my martial arts. I have learned a lot from following the general over the years."

The personal soldiers followed Sun Erleng down the martial arts stage. Sun Erleng taught him a lesson: "Xiaocheng, what's the use of having high martial arts skills? Can you push down that city wall? Remember, if you want to learn, learn Ten Thousand Enemies! I'm still learning it now." Xiaocheng asked: "General, are you talking about the art of war?" "What do you think? Wei Qing, the military god of the Great Zhou Dynasty, my father-in-law, is a truly powerful figure. Let's learn slowly."

Wei Mingwan walked to Sun Erleng, who raised his arm. Wei Mingwan began to help him wash up. While wiping Sun Erleng's chest, she said, "Why do you want to learn from him? He's already in his seventies, and he's only been at home with my mother for the past few years. When he was young, he was on the battlefield. If you're like this, don't touch me in the future!"

Sun Erleng smiled and said, "Xiaocheng, see? Women will only affect the speed at which we men swing our axes." Xiaocheng smiled awkwardly and nodded. Although Sun Erleng said this now, in the military camp, everyone knew that their general was not afraid of anything except his wife's tears.

As they were talking, three little kids came running over. The eldest son, Sun Zhengjun, touched the axe held by Xiaocheng and asked with sparkling eyes, "Uncle Cheng, how heavy is this axe? I see your hands are shaking." Xiaocheng smiled and said, "Our general's two short axes, the right axe weighs 450 jin, and the left axe weighs 400 jin! The Xuanhua axe used by the general weighs a full 1200 jin!"

Although Sun Zhengjun was not very old, he had some idea of ​​these numbers. He knew that he weighed only 80 kilograms. A seven-year-old child, 1.4 meters tall and weighing 80 kilograms, was considered tall and mighty. Xiaocheng took the two axes to the rack beside him and put them away. He pinched his sore arms. If the general hadn't given him a family pill, he would never have been able to lift the pair of axes.

With a "puff", Xiaocheng looked back and was almost scared to death. He hurried forward to check if Sun Zhengjun was injured. He said in fear: "Little ancestor, why did you have to use your father's axes to play something else? Did you hit anyone?" Sun Erleng and his wife, who heard the noise, also looked over. Sun Erleng was stunned at first, and then asked: "Xiaocheng, what's the matter?! Is the bad boy making trouble again?" Xiaocheng said: "The young general was able to lift this left axe and almost hit himself."

孙二楞三步并作两步，一下就来到了三个孩子跟前，二女儿不到六岁，孙二楞平时最疼她，奶声奶气说道：“爹爹，你别打哥哥，是我想看斧子，哥哥才去拿斧子的。”孙二楞先抱起了女儿，笑道：“爹得不揍他，爹爹想看看你哥有多大力气，臭小子！你要是能把左斧抬起来，老子就给你打造一对小斧子！”

Wei Mingwan was shocked and said, "You are crazy! Jun'er is only seven years old!" Sun Erleng raised his hand to interrupt Wei Mingwan and said, "Do you dare? Be a man and be decisive!" Sun Zhengjun said excitedly, "Daddy, do you keep your word? If I can lift it, you will make a pair of axes for me?" Sun Erleng nodded with a smile and said, "If you can't lift it, you will stand here until dinner time. Any use of weapons will be considered a punishment for you." It was still 7 o'clock in the morning, and he had to stand until dinner time, which means he would have to stand for almost 10 hours. Sun Erleng was really cruel.

Wei Mingwan wanted to help her son, but when the head of the family was educating his children, others were not allowed to interrupt. This was the family rule. Sun Zhengjun was not afraid of his father at all, and said excitedly: "Then Daddy, watch out, the child will lift the axe now!" Sun Erleng was happy in his heart. He believed that his son should be able to lift it, but he would have to grow up a little bit before he could lift it.

Sure enough, although Sun Zhengjun could lift the axe, he couldn't lift it up. His little face turned red, and he could only turn the axe over, but couldn't lift it up. Xiaocheng's jaw dropped to the ground. It was incredible that a seven-year-old child could actually move this 400-jin axe! Sun Erleng was getting more and more excited. Although his son didn't lift the axe, it also proved that Sun Zhengjun was truly born with supernatural power. He secretly said, "You are worthy of being my son!"

Seeing his son flipping the axe over and over but unable to lift it, Sun Erleng scolded him, "Okay! You just stand here until dinner time, Xiaocheng, watch out for me. If you try to be sneaky, watch out for your butt!" Wei Mingwan was about to say, "The child hasn't even had breakfast yet!" Sun Erleng didn't give her a chance at all, and helped her walk into the house. Wei Mingwan clearly saw the excitement on Sun Erleng's face that he couldn't hide.

It was not until he returned to the house that Sun Erleng could not help laughing. He laughed loudly and said, "God is very kind to my Sun family! Hahaha, he actually sent my Sun family a son of a unicorn! Mingwan, Zhengjun was born with supernatural power, born with supernatural power! With training, he will definitely be stronger than me in the future!" Wei Mingwan was puzzled and said, "Isn't it just that he is a little stronger? Why are you so happy?" Sun Erleng calmed down and said, "Zhengjun is only seven years old, but he has more than 300 kilograms of strength! For a child of this age, it is good to have 20 to 30 kilograms of strength! Zhengjun is ten times stronger than him! And he is still so young! His future is limitless! He is worthy of being my offspring!"

Wei Mingwan was also very happy to hear what Sun Erleng said, and asked: "If that's the case, why do you still want to punish him? He is only seven years old, and he has to stand for four or five hours. Don't you feel bad?" Sun Erleng smiled and said: "That's why I let Xiaocheng watch him. Xiaocheng has watched Zhengjun grow up and will take good care of him."

Sun Erleng's old guards have all been assigned to various positions. The 100 guards around him now are partly the nephews and grandchildren of those old subordinates, partly introduced by Wei Qing, and partly the children left behind by soldiers, that is, orphans. The longest one has been with Sun Erleng for ten years, and the shortest for only a few months. Xiaocheng, whose full name is Nie Xiaocheng, is the orphan of Sun Erleng's guards. He followed Sun Erleng when he was fifteen years old, and that was the year Sun Zhengjun was born. It has been exactly seven years now.

Pan Chengfeng observed from the dark for a day and muttered, "Sun Erleng is living a very comfortable life. He already has three or four children. His son is not only born with supernatural powers, but also has bright eyes. I guess his mental strength is not weak either. He should be able to cultivate immortality. Oh, and he can also cultivate his body! Do you want to accept him as a disciple? Or should I go and ask the master?"

In the evening, Sun Erleng came to the stage and saw his son standing upright on it. He shouted, "Okay, come down, your mother is calling you for dinner." Hearing his father's words, Sun Zhengjun sat down on the ground and wailed, "Daddy, I can't feel my legs. I can't move." Sun Zhengjun had just finished shouting when a young man suddenly appeared beside him and said with a smile, "Let me rub it for you. I promise it will be healed soon." Pan Chengfeng didn't wait for Sun Zhengjun to reply and started working directly.

The magic power passed through his hands and acted on the muscles of Sun Zhengjun's legs. After a few breaths, Sun Zhengjun could feel his legs again. Sun Zhengjun shouted happily: "Daddy, it's really a god, my legs are really healed." But no matter how he shouted, he didn't see his father. Just as he was wondering where his father had gone, he hurriedly got up and found that his father was actually kneeling under the martial arts stage, with his hands on the ground and his forehead on his hands. He had only seen this posture when his father received the imperial edict.

Pan Chengfeng walked up to Sun Zhengjun and smiled, touching his head and said, "Sun Erleng, you don't have to be like this. I said you don't need to be polite to me. Hurry up and get up." Sun Erleng hurriedly bowed loudly, "Young Master's running dog, Sun Erleng, pays homage to the Young Master!"