Qiulu Inn, the old well not far from the pavilion.
There was a boy in straw sandals sitting there quietly, as if waiting for someone.
In the house where he lives, his child Li Huai has fallen asleep soundly, and the lamp on the table has been turned off.
Previously, the young man put away a map of the situation of the mountains and rivers, including the southern prefectures and counties of the Great Li Dynasty, and the territory of the Great Sui Dynasty, which were all given to him by Ruan Xiu.
After putting the maps back into his backpack, he sat at the table and started thinking about the same problem again.
Miss Ruan has absolutely no need to doubt it.
But the young man with the mole between his eyebrows and the county magistrate Wu Yuan once appeared together in the blacksmith shop.
And these maps, according to Miss Ruan’s unintentional remarks at that time, were generously presented by the county magistrate’s office.
My group of people went all the way south and met outside Yefu Pass. The two groups of people met and entered the Huangting Kingdom together. What they saw and heard were strange gods and strange things.
Finally, Chen Pingan walked to the pavilion again, came to the well, and sat at the mouth of the well waiting for others.
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Dashui Mansion was filled with gloom and gloom, and the floor under the hall was dripping with blood.
There were only a few lively halls left where singing and dancing once took place.
The boy in white is still sitting high on the white jade chair, wandering thousands of miles.
The man in green robe was standing in the hall, using his magical power of water to dispel the blood stains and the smell of blood. Those young maids of Dashui Mansion, whether they were drowned ghosts in Hanshi River or living people, had all been dealt with by the man in green robe. Don't you think so?
If you keep things secret, you will lose your virginity. If things are not kept secret, you will lose your virginity. Of course, the man in green robe is very powerful in the eighteen rivers in the northern part of Huang Ting Kingdom and has built this small country like an iron bucket. Of course, he understands this very well.
Among the two confidants, the military advisor of Dashui Mansion, a scholar in Confucian robes, sat upright, neither drinking alcohol nor eating meat, like a lifeless clay Buddha. The bloated toad from the river, with a sluggish expression, sat there honestly.
From his position, he seemed to be frightened by today's tragedy.
Tang Jiang, the dead man of Dali Green Bamboo Pavilion, sat in his original position, holding chopsticks in one hand and a cup in the other, eating the delicacies that were getting cold, still enjoying them with relish.
How many years has it been since I felt this happy?
If he keeps bending like this for a few more years, he will really get used to being a lackey grandson. It is estimated that even if the hooves of Da Li's iron horse crush the territory of Huang Ting Kingdom, he will no longer know how to behave in an upright manner, right?
Although the monk who betrayed the Lingyun Sect was not dead, he was already sweating profusely.
In addition, there are two lucky people who survived.
It was those two young sword cultivators with completely different backgrounds. The young man in white had given them a chance to live. There were two beasts left by the Lingyun Sect monks in the lobby. Two sword cultivators who had not yet reached the middle fifth realm, if they could
Without the use of swords, just kill a beast each with your natal flying sword, and you can become a real honored guest of Dashui Mansion from then on.
The young man in white even promised them that they could be brothers with the Hanshi River God. This honor would undoubtedly help the two of them leap over the dragon gate and become popular and powerful figures in the northern part of Huangting Kingdom, especially the Fulongguan Qi practitioner, who was just a master before.
One of Zhenren's beloved disciples, from now on, he will probably be the unofficial next leader, and no one will dare to compete with him.
The two sword cultivators are both at the pinnacle of the three realms, but despite the power of their natal flying swords, they are still very weak and short of breath. The fight with the two beasts is full of dangers. It can only be regarded as a tragic victory. Both of them were seriously injured. Fortunately, their natal flying swords were damaged.
not much.
The young man in white clothes was in a daze, and no one dared to disturb him.
But it's not a problem to be so silent all the time. The man in green robe could only ask softly: "True immortal?"
Cui Chan came back to his senses, looked around, and said to the two sword cultivators: "Since you have won, it means that you are qualified to continue walking on the road. Go down to recuperate first. Dashui Mansion will give you the best elixirs and provide refining.
All the materials needed for the sword. That Yeluzi sword cultivator, you can become a low-level worshiper in Dashui Mansion from now on. As for the sword cultivator at Fulong Temple, when you go back, tell your master, Fulong, who is greedy for money and lust.
Regarding the matter of Guan Sheng Palace, everyone from the officialdom at the prefecture and state levels to Hanshijiang Mansion, as well as some senior court officials will help. We just need to wait for the good news at home."
The two were overjoyed and left gratefully.
Cui Zhang turned to Tang Jiang and said, "After we go back, there is no need to add any unnecessary extravagance. You and the other spies and dead soldiers will just continue to lie dormant."
Tang Jiang quickly stood up and accepted the order.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard the young man in white say angrily: "Don't you know how to take advantage of others and take away the remaining gold and jade liquid from Dashui Mansion on a few tables?"
Tang Jiang hesitated.
Cui Chan said impatiently: "Just think of it as what Dali owes you. If you don't take it, you won't get it for free."
A strange look appeared on Tang Jiang's ordinary face for no apparent reason. He turned around with fists in his hands and strode away. After crossing the threshold, he turned his back to the young man in white on the main seat. This man held his fists high and was a taller man.
He raised his head, never daring to turn around, looked into the distance with red eyes, and said loudly: "Sir, Da Li never owes Tang Jiang anything! Even if you can only watch me from a distance, Da Li is prospering and the country is at its peak, tsk tsk, this
The taste is hundreds of times better than that of gold and jade liquid?!"
The young man laughed and scolded: "Hey, you are really quite good at this flattery. It's a pity that I don't follow this trick, so go ahead."
Outside the threshold, the man from Da Li, who was no longer young, was laughing loudly in a foreign country, with the wind blowing under his feet.
Cui Chan looked at the empty lobby and said, "My surname is Cui, and I come from the capital of Great Li."
The fat man, who turned out to be a river toad, looked confused.
The man in green robe was slightly startled.
The scribe in Confucian robes who had a ghostly past stood up quickly, bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings to the Imperial Master!"
The green-robed man was filled with shock and said sincerely: "It turns out that the Great Master of Great Li came to the humble residence in person."
After realizing it later, the toad once again crawled on the ground, just kowtowing, banging and banging, full of sincerity.
Cui Chan asked: "Does the county guard surnamed Wei have a hidden background? Is it possible that he will become a roadblock in the future?"
The man in green robe shook his head and said: "Wei Li is just from the Han tribe in the south of Huang Ting Kingdom. He has no big backer in the officialdom. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so arrogant with me in this county. He can only suppress his scholarly spirit to flatter me."
Dashui Mansion."
Cui Zhang held his cheek with one hand and tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers, and said slowly: "Before the Great Li annexed the northern countries, it was an unstoppable force, and those who did not surrender would be killed without mercy. Song Changjing led his army to massacre the city and dig mass graves.
Do it less, this is to establish your prestige. But when you go south, you can't just be so happy. Huang Tingguo is the first big obstacle, so you can't make it a mess full of holes. After all, the entire Aquarius Island Guanhu Lake
The dynasties and states north of the Academy and south of Dali Yefu Pass are all watching the development of the situation. There will be more and more loyal ministers and filial sons like Wei Li in the future. The key is that Wei Li and this group of people can occupy a
Whether the country's temples need more funding, or whether there are more people like him, the offensive of the Dali frontier army will be different in severity and speed under different circumstances."
The scribes in Confucian shirts in the hall nodded slightly.
Cui Chan suddenly looked at the scribe, "Come and comment on Wei Li."
The scribe smiled and said: "Wei Li is very smart, but not smart enough. If he was really smart enough, he would not have tried to please both sides during the previous turmoil. He wanted to live well with his conscience and have a prosperous official career. There would be so many things in the world.
There is no such good thing, at least within the jurisdiction of my Dashui Mansion, there will be no such thing."
He pointed at the frightened traitor of the Lingyun Sect, "This person was slightly coerced and induced by me..."
Cui Chan interrupted the Hebo scribe and said with a smile: "A moment? That's easy to say. After all, the same rice can feed all kinds of people, but not everyone can be like you Sui Bin, who is loyal to the old country and has an iron heart."
Zhengzheng, in the face of righteousness, he died generously, not only by himself, but also by dragging his whole family to die with him."
The scribe's face remained as usual, he cupped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Preceptor, is ridiculously complimentary."
Cui Chang raised his hand, indicating to the scribe to continue the previous topic.
The scribe narrated, "As the hometown of Dashui Prefecture, so many things have happened in this county over the past few hundred years, such as we secretly letting floods burst their banks, droughts and floods in a certain county, and so on. Not only did the man named Wei
He knew very well that the previous governors and county governors may not have had any suspicions. It was just that there was no irrefutable evidence and they were afraid of the power of Lord Water God, so they had been living in peace. I only talked about the files of the governor's official residence.
The warehouse has been flooded many times. What was written on the things burned in the fire? Anyway, our Dashui Mansion is definitely not willing to make it public. It is not that we are afraid of government encirclement and suppression, but that it will have a bad reputation if it is spread."
Having said this, the scribe turned to look at the man in green robe and said with a smile: "Our master still cherishes feathers."
Han Shi Jiang Shui smiled and said: "You Sui Bin, are you mocking your savior like this? The remnants of your soul were wandering on the river. If I hadn't put away your ghost and reshaped your body, you wouldn't be here now.
I don’t know how many times I have been reincarnated.”
The scribe just smiled and made a begging gesture, but he was not afraid of the overwhelming power of the water god.
Under the eyes of the young man in white, the scribe with a dark complexion bent down to pick up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and then said again: "Then Wei Li is ambitious and capable, and he reached the high position of county governor on his own.
They are still willing to bow their heads and endure. Once such people are out of control and become governors, they will later become officials in Beijing and be promoted to chief officials, especially the Ministry of Rites, and become the direct confidants of Emperor Huang Tingguo. In addition, he accumulated a lot of money in the local area in his early years.
If you feel wronged, aren't you afraid that he will turn the spear and target our big water mansion? So I told Mr. Water God that this kind of official can be used. As long as this person still has a breath of... righteousness in his heart, he will decide.
Not of great use."
The young man in white squinted at the scholar in scholar's shirt, "What a heart-breaking thing. If you had not been an official back then, but had gone to the mountains to practice, you might have had hope of reaching the tenth realm."
The scribe He Bo smiled and said: "There is no medicine for regret in this world."
To be continued...