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"My lord, although there is a surplus of money and food, the Qin Taishou under the account of the princess and concubine has received 5,000 taels of silver silk from officials of all sizes in the county. If it weren't for the surplus of food relief this time, I'm afraid it would be difficult for us to do our errand. The little official said with a sad face. The official said: "Everything is difficult and thoughtful, fortunately, such a princess has come this year, let's get through the difficulties in front of me first." ”

"No."

In addition to local pedestrians, there were three people in ordinary clothes who passed by the small food tent. One was burly and tall, the other was an old man with an extraordinary demeanor, and the girl walking beside them was even more beautiful, tall, and temperamental. The old man glanced back at the little man and said in a low voice, "Lord, did you hear what you said just now?" ”

"Qin Ji is now dead, he just arrived in Taoyuan County, and he looted five thousand taels!" Hu Crack snorted coldly. Rong Qing raised his arms and glanced at them, then paced and said, "Yes, I heard everything." Qin Ji has received money again! However, since he has received the silver, this proves that we have dealings with local officials and clans, which is a good thing. ”

"But ......"

"One city, eight towns, so many clans, five thousand taels of silver, in fact, it is not much. This is just a gesture, people are honoring us, giving us face. It's like when I ask a friend to help me with something and then ask him for a drink. This glass of wine is not worth anything, but it represents thanks, if there is no glass of wine, it is a bit of a call. ”

As soon as Rong Qing said this, Tang Zhao nodded first, and Hu Zhao also understood. "My lord, I understand for the minister. As long as Qin Ji doesn't embezzle military rations and give food, let's ignore him. Rong Qingjaw smiled: "That's it." The gentry don't pay for food, and they invite us to drink wine, which proves that we have gained a foothold in Taoyuan County. Well, you see! ”

Now that it is getting late, Rong Qing said, and saw a bonfire blazing above the township in front of him. The local people, men, women and children, were dancing around the fire! The dance they danced was somewhat similar to the palace court that Rong Qing had seen in Mashi County, but it was more primitive and rough, and it was obviously a folk dance that had not been officially carved.

But their dancing posture made Rong Qing and the three of them unable to take their eyes off it. Because Rong Qing felt that the qi and blood in his body, the rhythm of Jing Yuan was ten times stronger than last time!

She has now achieved the Grandmaster Innate Nature, and these folk dances have not been carved, so the simple dance posture makes Rong Qing seem to grasp something.

The people in Taoyuan County danced happily. Because for many years, they have never had such a rich winter. Looking at their happy appearance, Rong Qing also seemed to have an urge to dance.

"Big brother, Donald, why don't we go and jump together?" Rong Qing suddenly proposed, but the two of them were embarrassed. Rong Qing laughed, but didn't pay attention to them, but walked to the side of the fire and jumped up with the people. Many of the people in Baxiang did not know Rong Qing, so her joining did not change the enthusiasm of these people.

Seeing Rong Qing dancing with those people, Hu Zhao felt a little unorthodox and wanted to go over to dissuade him, but Tang Zhao held down his shoulder.

"Let her relax! She's so tired......"

"......" Hu Crack nodded, and let out a long breath.

The fire flickered, staining everyone's face red.

The season is approaching the end of the year, and the breath is even colder. Rong Qing and Tang Zhao sat in the wing room of the Wubao Palace, exchanging their experiences in watching folk dances in the past half month. After occasional inquiries, the local people told them that these folk dances were originally spread from the Taoyuan Holy Land, and almost everyone in the villagers there could dance, which could activate the vitality and prolong life.

But when Rong Qing inquired about the location of the Taoyuan Holy Land, no one knew. This holy place, as recorded in the Peach Blossom Spring, is mysterious and difficult to see.

However, watching the dance in the past half a month has made great progress in Rong Qing's cultivation. Unconsciously, Rong Qing's originally somewhat side-revealing aura finally converged and was no longer pressing people all the time. This is enough to prove that this dance is really from the Holy Land, and it can improve the realm of the innate grandmaster, which is the effect of the Exercise Treasure Book above the ground level.

It's a pity that these dances can't even talk about the skin. Without visualizations and texts, no matter how powerful a genius is, it is impossible for him to comprehend a set of exercises on his own.

"Alas, it's a pity that I can't understand what kind of realm it is to refine qi and transform gods." Rong Qing stroked the blood-streaked slashing knife on her hand with regret, for her, this magic weapon would definitely be rewarded to her subordinates. It's just that there are too many subordinates now, and Rong Qing is not good at favoring one over the other, so he has to take it by his side first.

"The ministers are also quite regretful. If you can't step into the holy realm, not to mention achieving a martial saint, you can't do it by creating blood ginseng sandalwood powder, and blood pattern steel. Hu Crack and Tang Zhao also sighed. Rong Qing glanced at them and asked, "How do you say this?" Could it be that to create such a thing, you also have to cultivate a martial saint? ”

"To build Xuangang, you need at least a grandmaster to cultivate. And to create blood pattern steel, only a martial saint can have this magical power. Hu Yan took out the shiny beads from his side and put them in front of Rong Qing. Rong Qing looked down at the three beads and found that they were all crystal clear, surrounded by blood lines, and they were obviously the essence relics left by the innate grandmaster.

There are two of them, both the size of eggs. The other one is much smaller, but it is also the size of a dragon's eye, and the aura emanating from it is somewhat similar to that of the Jingyuan gourd and the blood-patterned steel.

"The remains of Fu Heng and Xiao Dingbian have been boiled with potion. Among Fu Heng's remains, there is a Jingyuan relic. And Xiao Dingbian's remains can be said to be lucky, there are one and a half! But to make them into ordnance, or forge them into elixir, you need at least a martial saint or above to be able to do it. ”

Tang Zhao shook his head slightly. He is also a person who is proficient in alchemy, and his cultivation is profound, and he has studied more of the realm of martial saints during this time, but there is no exercise, and no matter how many theories he studies, it is a castle in the air. Rong Qing said: "If there is no ground-level exercise, it seems that the entire foundation, tens of thousands of generals, are in a bottleneck. Pity! ”

Rong Qing only now really felt how important the barrier of the Martial Saint was!

Don't look at Rong Qing's current business is booming, but in fact, it is just a second-rate force. The foundation is less than one county, and although there are ten generals in the army, there is no martial saint. And those forces, who can possess blood pattern magic weapons and elixirs, in addition to those that have been handed down, must also have a strong person like the Martial Saint in charge.

The Martial Saint is not only powerful, but also more likely to create magic weapons, so that the generals and military horses around him will be raised by more than one level. It's as if there is a general in the army, charging into battle to kill the enemy, and it is a truth that he can win many battles. But the general can only strengthen one army, but the martial saint can be stronger, so the general is the general, and the blood-streaked general is only the commander.

The martial saint is the marshal.

But this is something that can't be helped, after all, the earth-level exercises, which are really ranked among the three dukes, are only owned by the princes of Kyushu. The Hanmen can reach Rongqing now, and now it is already the limit.

"My lord, the county magistrate invites you to come to the back hall for a while." At this time, outside the dock fort, a pawn came to report. Rong Qing said, "Got it." Then he said: "Wu County Ling is the lord of Taoyuan County, this time I just knocked on the side to ask him to see if he knows any clues." Hu Crack and Tang Zhao both arched their hands and said: "So, wait for the good news of the lord!" ”

Rong Qing walked out of the wing, then tidied up his clothes, and walked out of the dock fort. At this time, it was the middle of the season, and it was snowing heavily, and the ground was covered with a thick layer. But where Rong Qing walked, he left a neat road, and the snow seemed to melt away on its own.

In Taoyuan County, the generals went to various townships to rectify military affairs. The relatives were also by Wenchen's side, and Rong Qing did not let them protect him. When I came to the backyard alone, I saw an old scholar in his fifties, looking at him with a smile. The scholar arched his hand and said: "For the sake of the minister, meet Her Royal Highness the princess!" ”