Nie Zhongping sneered: "Hmph, what's the use of that thing, that is, to make a few pieces of leather armor." ”

Although he said it contemptuously, you must know that this kind of leather armor can be used by the strong people of the Martial Sect.

And the ordinary black iron bronze, for the strong people of the Martial Sect, is like tofu scum.

Nie Zhongping said: "Ask him to bring it over." ”

"If he refuses, then this high-quality blood food will be given to everyone. ”

Nie Li didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly took the order.

Nie Li took Nie Li to retreat, while Nie Zhongping looked in the direction of the provincial capital from afar.

There was a fierce look in his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

Time flies quickly, and the wax moon passes in a blink of an eye.

The end of the year is approaching.

This is the first New Year after Yin Ming took office as the provincial government.

The people of Fengxi City are very happy, because the official tax for last year's autumn harvest is very low, only one-third of that of previous years.

How did they know that the extra part of the previous years had all gone into the governor's pocket.

Another thing that made the people happy was that many children in the city began to practice the Tao of Literature.

The disciples of Yin Ming uphold the principle of Yin Ming's education without class, and treat all people equally and teach equally.

Even the old farmer who farmed the land could chant two lines of poetry.

The old woman in the raccoon dress also had to recite a scripture after finishing her work before going home.

Although she may not know the meaning of the scriptures, she is refreshed and enjoys it after memorizing it.

In the mansion in the backyard of the provincial capital, Yin Ming, Yang Ziming and others ate hot pot in the courtyard.

Although he is polite, he is not a person who cares too much about details.

There is no special operation for this New Year, and several people get together to eat a hot pot, even if it is the New Year.

Yang Ziming looked at Yin Ming, but saw Yin Ming stop his chopsticks, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yang Ziming asked, "Brother Ming, Brother Ming." ”

Yin Ming came back to his senses and asked, "Ziming, what's wrong?"

Yang Ziming said, "I see what you've been thinking about lately, but what do you care about?"

Yang Ziming is actually a little strange.

As soon as he came, the Governor's Mansion, which was originally the most worried, has been very low-key since the Governor was inexplicably frightened away by Yin Ming, and almost disappeared from Fengxi City.

Second, the development situation of Wenzong is very good, and the people in the city are also full of praise for the provincial capital.

It can be said that everything is going well, and I don't know what Yin Ming cares about.

Yin Ming said: "Have you noticed that the inheritance of literary style is actually insufficient. ”

Yang Ziming was stunned for a moment, subconsciously urged his tone, and said suspiciously: "Insufficient, what does Brother Ming mean?"

Yin Ming said: "Look, although you practice Wendao, how does it compare to my Wenqi?"

Yang Ziming said with a smile: "That is naturally incomparable, your style is as vast as the sea, and condensed as mercury." ”

"There are many literati in our Wenzong, but there is no half, who can compare to half the quality of your culture. ”

Yin Ming said: "You, you actually regard this as a normal thing. ”

This shows that in the process of inheritance, there is a loss of literary atmosphere. ”

"In this way, if it is passed down layer by level, the literary atmosphere will become more and more thin. ”

"This is already the case in Fengxi City, and in the future, when Wendao develops farther away, it will inevitably become less and less powerful, what else to talk about killing demons and eliminating demons?"

Yang Ziming said: "Brother Ming, this, I really think it's normal. ”

"You see, you can be said to be the founding patriarch of Wendao, and the literati of my generation naturally respect you. ”

"Just imagine, Martial Ancestor created the martial arts, and in the past 10,000 years, can half of the people be comparable to Martial Ancestor?"

Yin Ming shook his head and said, "That's a matter of talent and luck, but the inheritance of literary qi is getting thinner and thinner. ”

"If it goes on like this, it's not a solution. ”

Yang Ziming said: "So, you've been thinking about this recently. ”

Yin Ming nodded and said, "Yes, my cultivation has improved recently, and I have some understanding of the Heavenly Dao. ”

"I suspect that the reason why there is no one in this world who can practice Wendao is because Wendao is not recognized by heaven and earth. ”

On the side, Gong Qinzhong was taken aback and said, "Childe, I heard that a martial artist will only feel the will of heaven and earth before he achieves an innate martial saint. ”

"When you say that, are you already about to become a literary saint?"

The old man Gong Qin was a disciple of the old prime minister in the past, and he already knew Yin Ming's identity, because he called Yin Ming his son.

He has studied literature all his life, but he is limited by the general environment and attainments.

Since he was taught the Tao of Literature by Yin Ming, he has already touched the realm of Wenzong, and he will be able to step into it soon.

Yin Ming shook his head and said, "It's not that simple, this layer of window paper looks close at hand, and it's not easy to pierce it." ”

A few people were talking, and suddenly Liu Teng ran over.

Liu Teng said loudly: "Master, someone sent you a letter!"

Liu Teng is now a Wenzong, and his mind is much more normal than before.

Although he is still very straightforward, he rarely makes mistakes.

No one expected that Liu Teng, a stupid boy, would be the first person to cultivate Wenzong.

This made Yang Ziming and Gong Qinzhong speechless for several days.

Yin Ming didn't think about it, this son's idea was simple, so his mind was clear, but there was no obstacle to his practice.

Yin Ming said: "Liu Teng, walk slowly, be steady." ”

When Liu Teng heard this, he stopped running and strode over.

Although he walked, he trotted like a normal person.

Yin Ming took the letter and asked, "Where did you send it?"

Liu Teng said: "It's the post house." ”

Yin Ming said: "It's hard for them, this is the New Year's Day, and I specially sent it over." ”

In fact, the inn saw that a new letter had arrived, and it was supposed to be left there and disposed of after the year.

But when he saw the letterhead of the provincial government, the officials did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly called someone to send it over.

There is more than one letter.

Yin Ming opened the first letter, which was sent by Qinglin Hou.

Since Yin Ming brought Liu Teng to seal the west, the letter from the Hou Mansion has not been broken.

Qinglinhou deserves to be a good man of the Gu family, but he can be regarded as heartbroken for Liu Teng's stupid son.

Another letter, but it was sent by the prime minister.

In the letter, the prime minister greeted him and told him some things that need to be paid attention to, all of which are based on his many years of experience as an official.

Speaking of which, Yin Ming owes the prime minister a favor.

At that time, many people did not want to be in the office.

It was the prime minister who gave up his reputation and pretended to suppress himself and cover his gold list title.

Yin Ming flipped to the end, and suddenly dropped a delicate letterhead.

He picked it up and looked at it, and it was obviously a girl's handwriting.

It's actually the prime minister's daughter.

Yin Ming thought for a while, but after all, he didn't remember the girl's appearance, but remembered that she seemed to be a little thin.

In the letter, the girl greeted Yin Ming, and finally asked Yin Ming about the poem she wrote that day.

She also repeatedly told Yin Ming to write back and explain how the poem was written.

Yin Ming was quite puzzled, but for the face of the prime minister, he would mention it in the reply letter when the time came.

The last letter, signed by Feng Xingdao and Wang Xiyuan.