Jiang Xianshi traveled with Lu Jing for dozens of days.

I just feel that Mr. Lu Jing has changed a lot since he escaped from Taixuanjing.

The former Mr. Lu Jing was gentle and elegant, with a gentle smile on his face most of the time, and his body had a temperament as gentle as jade.

Looking back now, Mr. Lu Jing is wearing a sword on his waist.

The Grass-cutting Sword and the Xilou-killing Sword are both world-famous weapons. In the past, these two swords were unremarkable, but since Yinghuo Yinghuo, these two swords have often brought out wisps of cold air that seemed to be absent.

Jiang Xian knew that the cold air came from the former Duke of Jing, Lu Jing.

The strong wind blew the self-cultivation tower, and the two of them moved forward.

When encountering barren mountains and wild ridges, Lu Jing would often ride the wind and rain and go straight to Pingchuan.

Lu Jing would always land when he encountered a crowded place, and he and Jiang Xianshi would take a look at the scene of the great apocalypse.

Dafu Tianxia naturally has its prosperous places, but when you head northwest, leave Jiaoshen Mountain, pass through Xichuan Road, Huaqing Road, and Anning Road, and reach the Northwest Road, the scene has nothing to do with prosperity.

The Northwest Road is in ruins, and even the official road has been destroyed. Some of the inns along the way have been rebuilt, while others are in ruins.

Jiang Xian could occasionally sense the presence of some demons and ghosts, but those demons and ghosts were often afraid of human beings and would hide in the mountains and flowing water without ever appearing.

"Two or three years ago, all eleven chief officials of the Northwest Path, including the Imperial Envoy of the Northwest Path, were beheaded.

Later, the imperial court appointed An Huai to appoint Zhong Yubai to come to the northwest road as the chief official, and found out that the murderer was... Yinghuo."

Jiang Xianshi spoke eloquently.

Lu Jingyuan looked at the withered Northwest Road, which was still recovering and recuperating, and nodded.

He also knows what the word "firefly" represents.

King Chong'an led an army of 80,000 horsemen on tigers, armed with a heavenly halberd, and destroyed seven large and thirteen small countries in the surrounding areas, creating the vast Dafu world today.

Some people from these wiped-out countries surrendered and became obedient people, some went to sea, some went to Qi State and the Western Regions, a very few people went to Da Qin, and some people ascended to heaven or went to the Land of Hundred Ghosts.

Mountain.

But among them there are those who are strong and strong, just like Fu Wudao of Lixia Kingdom, who is always lurking in the territory of Dafu and refuses to obey Dafu Chongtian Emperor to rule the world.

Some of these people call themselves Yinghuo, and they want to burn the entire Dafu world with their weak fire.

It's just that before the great changes in the Northwest Road, these fireflies were pursued by the court and could not be gathered together. They were always a piece of scattered sand and had no climate.

But what happened on the Northwest Road shocked the world. After Zhong Yubai and Chu Shenchou went to the Northwest Road to investigate the matter, they only caught a few fireflies. The few big fireflies that actually took action had already escaped and disappeared.

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"After Mr. Zhong came to the Northwest Road, he first killed sixteen monsters in a row who called chaos a disaster for the world, and then rectified the families and merchants of the Northwest Road and punished them for hoarding goods.

The most important thing is that he was very discerning. He appointed more than ten officials who were defeated and demoted in the political strife in the Northwest Province. He no longer blindly appointed sons from aristocratic families and quickly filled the vacancies in actual posts. However, in just over a year, he was

The Northwest Road has been managed in an orderly manner."

Jiang Xianshi seemed to admire Zhong Yubai quite a lot, praising: "Now the Northwest Road seems to be in ruins, but fertile farmland in many places has been cultivated, and the Huangtao River that burst its banks has also been forced by the Zhong family to invest in recruiting good craftsmen and craftsmen.

A large number of young and strong laborers came to provide relief and make up for the disaster.

Now that the Northwest Road is back on track, as long as the new chief officer is not too stupid, I think the Northwest Road will be able to recover soon."

Lu Jing was thoughtful. He walked all the way to a cliff and looked around.

But everywhere he looked, there was a piece of loess.

The overwhelming sense of vastness and majesty makes people shudder.

The Huangtao River meanders from the loess barren mountains in the distance, and the northwest road stands on the bank of the Huangtao River in the distance.

Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

There is Ganzhou City, the main palace of the Northwest Road.

Lu Jing looked up and saw that even the surrounding area of ​​Ganzhou City was a desolate scene.

"Even if it is back on track, the Northwest Passage is still too barren compared with the rich lands such as southern Jiangsu and northern Jiangsu, Hedong Hezhong, and Shuichuan Beichuan."

When Jiang Xianshi said this, he suddenly licked his lips and said with some emotion: "It passes through Ganzhou Prefecture and then passes Mingsha Mountain to reach the distant mountain road.

The Yuanshan Road is even more desolate than the Northwest Road, sir... There are no singing and dancing on the Yuanshan Road, there are no trees and silver flowers blooming, the star bridge iron locks are opened; there is no night market with thousands of lights shining on the blue clouds, and there are no red-sleeved customers in the high-rise buildings."

Jiang Xianshi still had a bit of embarrassment on his face: "The same is true of Taihua City on Taihua Mountain. I'm going to disappoint you."

Lu Jing always held the grass-chopping knife with no concern on his face.

Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Xianshi suddenly frowned and looked at the windy sand under the cliff.

As the wind and sand surged, dozens of cavalry rushed over.

On the sturdy Ganzhou horse, a middle-aged man wearing court clothes and a high crown, surrounded by armored men carrying sabers, came towards the cliff.

Lu Jing's expression did not change. Jiang Xianxi shook his head and was about to scold these people for not having eyesight and not being afraid of death.

But suddenly he remembered that the young man in front of him with his back turned was Lu Jing, who was famous all over the world.

No matter who the new chief officer of the Northwest Road is, he should not fail to recognize Mr. Lu Jing.

Now that Mr. Lu Jing has been recognized, if he wants to take all the credit for capturing the most wanted criminals wanted by the imperial court, he should not have dozens of men in armor but at least an army.

"What are these people doing here?" Jiang Xianshi thought to himself.

Lu Jing seemed not to notice them, frowning and looking at a barren mountain in the distance.

There are also people working hard on that barren mountain.

It was autumn, and many people, with their heads covered with cloths, bent down and turned over the soil, digging out fine, rare sweetness.

There is little rain in the Northwest Road. Except for the place where the Huangtao River flows, most of the other land is not suitable for farming.

When the people in the barren mountains cleared their fields, they could only grow one kind of sweet potato and one kind of corn.

The survival rate of these two crops is extremely high, and you can still gain something even if they are planted in barren mountains.

But if you want to achieve yield, you have to consume a lot of water.

In the mountains of the northwest road covered with loess, how can there be enough water by manpower?

So these people worked hard for a year, but could only get a very small amount of output. After paying the tax and grain, there was not much left. If they had young laborers at home, they could go to work to earn some money and food. Without young laborers, they would have to wait to die.

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It's a pity that in recent years, the imperial court's grain taxes have increased year after year. It's not a prosperous land, but to a barren land like the northwest, and then pay taxes and grain, the people's life is indeed too difficult.

Lu Jing shook his head and looked at the scorching sun in the sky, with the heat waves rolling in. There was no shadow in the loess all over the sky, and there was not even a trace of wind around him.

It's like a furnace here, with the scorching sun tearing apart the skin of the earth.

Jiang Xian was still looking at the dozens of armors coming with billowing dust.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and looked up at the sky.

I don't know when a large cloud and mist came from the sky. The cloud and mist covered the scorching sun, and the wind started blowing all around.

But it was not a strong wind from the northwest, but a pleasant breeze, which brought coolness but did not stir up wind and sand.

Jiang Xian reacted immediately.

At this time, dozens of soldiers had arrived at several loess mountains and rivers overnight.

Lu Jing turned to look at them.

Jiang Xian saw a faint light shining from the wind and rain mark on Lu Jing's brow.

"The authority of heaven."

Jiang Xianshi couldn't help but smile on his face.

And some of the dozens of armored men dismounted.

"Huang Qi'an, the imperial envoy of the Northwest Road, met with Duke Jing."

The leading official in court uniform dismounted his horse and bowed to the ground to salute Lu Jing.

Jiang Xian narrowed his eyes, and there was a flash of interest in his eyes.

"Huang Qian?"

Lu Jing turned his head and said bluntly: "I am no longer Duke Fujing."

Huang Qian still saluted, but his tone was a little surprised: "Why did Mr. Jing Guo say this?"

Lu Jing didn't open his mouth to explain.

Jiang Xianshi also looked at Huang Qian with a smile.

Huang Qian straightened up. He had triangular eyes and a mustache. He looked lean but somewhat shrewd.

"Not up to the mark, Duke Jing Guo is still Duke Guo Jing in the Northwest Road.

Not far away is Ganzhou Prefecture, and I would like to invite Duke Jing Guo to stay in Ganzhou Prefecture and taste Ganzhou Qidi wine, taste Elaeagnus angustifolia, and pay tribute to sheep."

Hearing this, Jiang Xianshi became even more surprised. He smiled and asked, "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of losing your head?"

Huang Qian chuckled: "The Northwest Road is no longer the Northwest Road it used to be. Master Zhong, armed with pine and cypress trees and Sui Han's two swords, has cleansed the filth of the Northwest Road from top to bottom. No one will tell the truth."
To be continued...