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Chapter 20 Main Course!

At this time, Ouyang Xia and Zheng Qiao were sitting in the county government office, looking at each other.

"This is the transfer document from the Ministry of Personnel. If you go to Yuhang to be a prefect, then whether you can enter the three provinces and six ministries depends on your luck." Ouyang Xia casually threw the document from the Ministry of Personnel on Zheng Qiao's table.

"Tell me, what is going to happen in Chentang County!" Zheng Qiao didn't even glance at the promotion document.

Ouyang Xia looked at it for a long time and smiled, "Whatever happens, you can't stop it! Let's go Zheng Qiao, you can be regarded as someone who is in the heart of the emperor, do your best!"

"Ouyang! You are from Qiantang!" Zheng Qiao said angrily, "I'm leaving, what about you?"

"I will stay and die with Qiantang!" This was Ouyang's plan from the beginning. "Don't ask Zheng Qiao!"

Zheng Qiao glanced at this long-time friend.

Back then, he went to Beijing to take the exam and lost his money. It was this guy who stepped in. He was able to take part in the imperial exam and win the top prize in high school.

After three years of compiling books in the Hanlin Academy, Zheng Qiao was released as an official.

At that time, this guy was already a member of Qin Tiantai. The Qin Tiantai of the Daqian court was a very mysterious organization.

Therefore, Ouyang has almost no friends except Zheng Qiao.

"You have managed Qiantang very well these years, Magistrate Zheng!" Ouyang said softly.

"Ouyang, is there really nothing we can do?" Zheng Qiao was still a little bookish.

Ouyang smiled miserably and said four words

Hundreds of Ghosts at Night!

"A hundred ghosts walk at night?" Huang Xiaojiao looked at Guan Yun in confusion.

Mentioning these four words, Guan Yun felt deep fear in his eyes.

"My hometown is in a county in Guanzhong. There are more than 200,000 households in the county. However, in the end, the population of the county was not even ten!

I was only ten years old at that time, and both my parents died in that catastrophe." Guan Yun told Huang Xiaojiao the story of his childhood today.

The two of them were sitting under the eaves, one old and one young, telling stories.

"What does this have to do with the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts?" Huang Xiaojiao asked in confusion.

"It is said! It is said that a demon king will appear among the demons every hundred years. Once the demon king appears, he will lead the demons to eat people! Everything will retreat that night!

That night when I was ten years old, I heard the sound of evil spirits eating human bones." Guan Yun recalled this scene, his eyes full of fear.

“Do you know what was written in our county annals later?

In a certain month of a certain year, there was a great epidemic, and not even one out of ten people in Guan County was alive!"

Guan Yun's fear infected Huang Xiaojiao, and he didn't know whether it was because he was cold or because he was scared and shivered.

"Guan Yun! You practice that sword technique ten times. If you can't crush the fear in your heart ten times, then it will be difficult for you to practice it in this life!" Zhang Yange's voice was like a wake-up call.

Guan Yun suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes changing from confusion to determination.

He yelled, stood in the courtyard and started drawing swords!

Zheng Qiao from the county government held Ouyang's lapel and asked, "Why did you choose this place? The tax revenue in Jiangnan is the best in the world!"

"The Ninth Young Master chose it himself." Ouyang said weakly.

"Don't you, Qin Tiantai, claim to be the leader of Taoism in the world? You still can't deal with a demon king?" Zheng Qiao said angrily.

Ouyang Xia said with a sad smile, "Qin Tiantai has made an agreement with them a long time ago. If the people of one county are transferred to the other province, they will have good weather for fifty years. This deal is worth it."

"Bastard!" Zheng Qiao punched Ouyang in the face.

Then he screamed and his hand was broken.

Both of them knew that this deal would be a good deal for everyone in the court.

After all, Ouyang is a Zang-level martial artist, and his bones are extremely hard. A scholar like Zheng Qiao will only hurt himself in the end.

Ouyang took his hand and took out a bottle of ointment from his body to apply it on him, "Don't get wet for ten days!"

"Does Your Majesty know? Does Xu Chief Fu know?" Zheng Qiao asked numbly.

How could he not know this answer?

Ouyang Xia carefully helped him apply the ointment.

"I met a very interesting person yesterday, and I almost had thoughts that I shouldn't have. Then I thought that all the princes in the dynasty no longer wanted the people of Qiantang.



Why should I seek help from someone I have never met before?" Ouyang Xia was naturally talking about Zhang Yange.

The two of them looked at the increasingly heavy rain outside.

Zheng Qiao said firmly, "I want to do something."

"what can you do!"

"I am the magistrate of Qiantang County!" Zheng Qiao walked to the lobby regardless. "Ouyang Xia, if you really want to save Qiantang County, then tell me everything you know!"

Ouyang Xia looked at Zheng Qiao.

He didn't expect that this guy hadn't changed over the years.

Looking at his appearance, Ouyang had a smile on his face.

He pointed at the rain in the sky.

Zheng Qiao's voice sounded from the lobby, "Shengtang! Flood prevention!"

Flood prevention!

This season is not a flood season, but the county magistrate can make the entire Qiantang County move with just one word.

But a day later all the people who were strengthening the river embankment arrived.

The weather is too cold!

This unusually cold weather has never been this cold in everyone's memory in Qiantang County. However, some people found that the closer to the Chenghuang Temple, the warmer it became.

Some homeless refugees set up tents directly near the Chenghuang Temple.

When Ouyang came back in the evening, he glanced at Guan Yun.

This old guy actually has a tendency to practice marrow.

This time he wanted to talk to Zhang Yange straight to the point.

"Hello!" Ouyang said, cupping his fists.

Zhang Yange glanced at this guy. This time he was not as impetuous as before.

"Sit down." Zhang Yange said casually.

"There is a catastrophe in Qiantang. You can take them away tomorrow." Ouyang Xia said to Zhang Yange.

"A catastrophe?" Zhang Yange looked him over and said, "Don't test it. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Who are you?" Ouyang Xia finally couldn't help but ask, "The City Emperor was actually selected by Qin Tiantai. The previous City Emperor was from Qiantang County. He spent his whole life in the Hanlin Academy and was selected by Qin Tiantai after his death.

Burn incense on the table.

He became the city emperor of Qiantang County, but this guy didn't care about anything and accepted tribute from everyone!

In the end, the soul flew away and scattered, and the remnant soul left in Qin Tiantai was gone. We thought that heaven would issue an edict to ask, although if we reported the choice of the city emperor, there would be no objection in heaven.

But after all, it was heaven that would give him a seal, but this time there has been no response from heaven.

A statue that looks like you appears in the Chenghuang Temple, and Qintiantai has not received any inquiries until now. This is really strange!"

"Heaven?" Zhang Yange then asked, "Gods?"

Ouyang Xia nodded, "The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, but they only look at the human world! The world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs. They will only watch when people are born and people are destroyed."

"Since they didn't ask, I will be the city emperor for a while." Zhang Yange said with a smile.

"Under the Night Parade of Hundreds of Ghosts, the first thing the evil spirits want to eat is you, the City Emperor! To them, you are the main dish of this gluttonous feast." Ouyang Xia said with a sneer.


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