No wonder Zhuo Bufan wanted to talk about family self-discipline. Thinking of what the old man said before, the family of the Five Dynasties has begun to gradually withdraw from some economic fields. All this shows that the Five Dynasties is setting a benchmark, just as he said, he cannot do it himself and does not require others to do it!

You Zhuo Bufan, you are worthy of being called a monster who can see through people’s hearts!

In today's view, there are still many similarities in the governance of Wen and Emperor Jing, the problems encountered by Emperor Wen and Emperor Jing, the extravagant style during the reign of Emperor Wen and the struggle between central and local power between Emperor Wen and Jing, and the Huns faced by external conditions.

However, there are many differences, so we need to solve the same problem and treat it differently. We cannot simply copy history to solve it.

Thinking about the role of this bun in the fields of morality and consciousness, Huang Zhengdong couldn't help but take a breath. This move was indeed amazing!

It's a killing of multiple goals in one go!

No wonder it is said that the Five Dynasties are the most powerful one since Taizu and the Second Generation.

Thinking of this, Huang Zhengdong couldn't help but smile. He thought that he was really simple at the time. He thought that the Five Dynasties abolished the labor education system because his old man had suffered from that system. However, he did not expect that the Five Dynasties' idea was actually like Emperor Wen, who wanted to abolish corporal punishment, start judicial reform, and then pave the way for comprehensive reform.

This is the historical position he set for himself!

But I actually thought it was to commemorate my ancestors, and it was suspected of being used by public instruments for personal use.

It's true that the state determines the vision.

Of course, whether things are as expected by the Five Generations still need to be tested in practice.

...

Winter is coming, in the afternoon, in a certain community.

In the middle of the community is a pool. The sun shines in winter, making the pool shine coldly. Occasionally, there are one or two golden carp draped in the water waves, wandering in the pool water.

A middle-aged man in blue clothes stood on the balcony, looking lonely in the distance, holding a bright mirror in his hand, and suddenly the mirror flashed and a figure appeared on it.

"Boss!" Qingyi said respectfully, lowering her head.

"Huh? Have you made progress again?" A young man with a buzz cut came across from the mirror with a shocked voice. Qingyi could finally see his head. Although she couldn't see clearly, it was already very good.

"Yes, boss." Qingyi didn't dare to say much. She originally wanted to flatter her, but for some reason, when she could see her boss's young buzz cut, she couldn't say a word.

"Very good!" The young man with a buzz cut seemed very happy and then asked, "How is the matter going?"

"The people who came from the beach have already started to put pressure on Tianleiyin Temple. I believe that soon, the little bald donkey Fan Yun will ask Zhuo Bufan for help." Qingyi replied.

"It's done well. Youlongmen is a good shield. They don't like monks the most. It just so happens that I don't like it either." The boss seemed very satisfied with everything he did. In fact, he hated the temple in the sky.

"It's all the credit of the Blood Messenger. If he hadn't taken action to hold Tianqing Sect and Shushan, Fan Yun might not have asked Zhuo Bufan for help." Qingyi was a little humble.

"Haha..." The boss didn't say anything. What was Tianqing Sect and Shushan? As long as they casually waved Yan Chizun and the demon king Yu Henshui into front of them, they would have to think for a long time. When they figured it out, the matter was over. Otherwise, how could he attack the demon corpse?

The young man with a buzz cut smiled and touched his head. What made him feel the most headache was the fox and the old thing hiding on Lao Wu. The little fox was really a bastard. He actually took advantage of his attack while he was fighting with the demon corpse!

Alas! Only the fox can see through his deployment.

Damn! Although you squeezed a ** of my Mirror Flower Shuiyue, I also cut off one of your tails! Even if your tails come back in the future, I am afraid that your strength may not easily reach its peak. However, it is only a matter of re-training my Mirror Flower Shuiyue that can be practiced again in minutes, and its power is even better than before. You are the one who suffers! The young man secretly said.

The most important thing now is how to pinch the old guy in Lao Wu's body, otherwise Lao Wu's speed would be too fast and it would be easy to get into trouble!

But that old guy is very difficult to pinch! The young man with a buzz cut frowned and thought.

"No matter what, I will beat that old guy!" The young man made up his mind, and then the mirror flashed and his figure disappeared into the mirror.

After Qingyi returned to calm in the mirror, she reached out and touched the sweat on her head gently. Then she spread her hands and saw that in the sun, the sweat shone like pearls.

...

It was also on the balcony, winter came. Looking at the lawn in the distance, there were many children playing. Zhuo Bufan looked at the scene like an oil painting and his mood gradually became warmer. Although the sun was not strong in winter, he thought that the year was approaching and his parents who were far away in Europe would soon come back. He was in a very good mood.

However, at this moment, he saw Jiuwei waving his tail and jumping up to the skylight, muttering: "Damn it, I hate baldness the most. Why is there a little bald man? He sings to the West without any trouble. When he sang, he was so ugly that he was dying. I really don't know why so many people are willing to listen!"

After saying that, Jiuwei jumped off the skylight.

"You! Don't be tall—" Before Zhuo Bufan could finish his words, the Nine Tails had already jumped down from a high altitude.

"Damn!" Zhuo Bufan was so angry that he had to swallow the four words "falling objects from high altitude" behind him.

"What's going on!" Zhuo Bufan cursed.

"Haha, you're in trouble. The little monk Fanyun came to the door." Old Xu said with a smile. Jiuwei hated two kinds of people the most in his life, one is a Taoist priest, and the other is a monk. They are both experts in catching monsters. They suffered a lot when they were young.

"Damn it! It turns out that what it said just now was singing to the West, and what it said was chanting scriptures!" Zhuo Bufan suddenly realized, but then he changed his mind and said bitterly: "You said, the old monk Fanyun came to the door? What did he want to do?"

Zhuo Bufan also doesn't catch a cold for the monk.

"What do you want to do? You are still thinking about your hair, wanting to shave them, and take you into a bowl!" Mr. Xu sneered. He had seen Fan Yun's plan a long time ago, and the little monk was nervous!

"Yes! It's the nerve!" Nureng agreed happily, and there was another fellow Taoist in this world.

"Or, let's go quietly like Jiuwei!" Mo Xiaoye gave Zhuo Bufan an idea.

Zhuo Bufan thought for a while and was about to nod, he heard the ringtone coming from outside. At the same time, the old monk Fan Yun's annoying voice also sounded: "Little donor, is Zhuo Xiao donor here? I know you are here, and the positioning of your mobile phone shows that you are at home!"

"Damn!" Zhuo Bufan couldn't help rolling his eyes and almost fainted. He was about to turn off the fence on the balcony and could only take it back in disappointment.

The dead monk is really annoying! What is bad to learn? Learn from others to do high-tech! Do your master know that you are not doing your job properly? No wonder your life is in the late stage of foundation building! You have wasted time! Zhuo Bufan cursed in his heart, but he still walked towards the door of the hall and opened the door for Fan Yun’s bald donkey.

The old monk Fanyun said this to this point, so he must have something to look for him.

When he opened the door, he saw the bitter face of the old bald donkey Fan Yun exposed behind the door. Zhuo Bufan was shocked.

"Master? What's wrong? What happened?" Zhuo Bufan felt that the Great Wall had been lost, and did the Big Yamatian launch another attack?

But have you received the news that the Great Yamashiro Sky suffered heavy losses in the Great Wall and has stopped?

Besides, small organizations like Da Ye Motian should not be taken into consideration by Xuanmen cultivators. If the power of the cultivation family in Beijing is not enough, wouldn’t they ask Xuanmen for help?

Unlike Mr. Xu’s guess, Fan Yun came this time not because he was thinking about Zhuo Bufan’s hair, but because he asked Zhuo Bufan for help.

However, Zhuo Bufan was not right. Master Fanyun asked him for help because the Great Wall was lost, but because someone wanted to kick the Tianleiyin Temple, so he came to ask Zhuo Bufan for help.

"You mean, your Tianleiyin Temple has opened a branch temple in Beijing. Now someone is going to play the game?" Zhuo Bufan poured Fan Yun a cup of clear water, and he picked up a cup of yogurt and asked while drinking it.

"Haha, little donor, it's not that someone is coming to play, but that someone is coming to our temple for exchanges. Our new temple opens, of course, we have to open a convenient door, which is not easy to refuse." Fan Yun still had a smile on his face. After seeing Zhuo Bufan, he began to smile, as if Zhuo Bufan was his savior.

However, in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, this smile looked like Ji Xiao.

"Communicate? I don't know how to do Buddhist scriptures. Why do you ask me to do it?" Zhuo Bufan simply refused.

"Isn't this a temple opened? Donor Zhuo Xiao and I have a fate with him, so of course I have to invite him. However, when the temple was opened, there was a friend from Taiwan, which was very difficult to deal with, so please help me deal with it." Old Monk Fan Yun was as thick-skinned as a car tire, and it couldn't be broken at all.

"I refuse!" Zhuo Bufan said, "What's the joke? I'm going to marry a few wives!" It's easy to spread.

"Ho hoho, Afan, you finally revealed your fox tail and want to marry a few wives? Who else is there except Liu Dan and Su Xuehua? Come on the truth!" Mo Xiaoye smiled strangely.

Who else?...

sweat!

Zhuo Bufan couldn't understand Mo Xiaoye's jumping surname thinking. Is that just a metaphor?

"You can't refuse." Old Monk Fanyun smiled seriously, as if he was stealing a chicken.

"Why?" Zhuo Bufan felt strange. Some people eat the King's meal, and some people protect the venue?
Chapter completed!