Nine Winds, the Doge's Palace.

In the antique study, Peng Zifang, the governor of Jiufeng Province, sat behind his desk and looked at the official documents sent by Wu Tianen to close the case.

Peng Zifang is in his sixties, dressed as a scribe, but his eyes are bright, and he is by no means the kind of scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken.

At this moment, the feudal official frowned, and there was a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth.

The horse thief attacked the Red Leaf Villa, but fortunately the Ye family rescued in time and defeated the horse thief?

The horse thief was furious, and attacked the Sword Casting Hall again, causing the furnace to burst, and Hong Yuntao's father and daughter, who were watching the sword, were killed and injured?

Before he died, Hong Yuntao wrote a suicide note and entrusted the Hong family's property to Ye Changsheng?

What about liars!

This black-bellied county guard is really shameless, just making up nonsense, and even asking for credit for himself in the official document, and commending Ye Changsheng?

What about the festival?

Pinching his nose, Peng Zifang finally finished reading this very formal document.

Although he thinks it's ridiculous, but then again, what's the matter with him?

The Hong family is gone, and the sword of killing the monarch above his head no longer exists, which is a good thing.

Wu Tianen has already sent troops to Sanshui Town to maintain order, and there will be no more chaos.

The year-end evaluation is imminent, and the Governor's Mansion also has a part in the credit of Liuhe County's "extermination" of horse thieves, and the officers and soldiers stationed in the Sword Casting Hall have not yet been withdrawn.

Peng Zifang's mood improved, and with a stroke of the pen, the case was closed!

Suddenly thinking of something, he took out a fold from the drawer and flipped through it carefully.

This is the information of Ye Changsheng that he asked his subordinates to collect a few days ago, and he has already read it several times.

If you don't make a sound, it's just a blockbuster, and it's a person like Ye Changsheng.

He was a cloth cloth in the countryside, and he was a paralyzed man, who was unknown before, but he shined at Liu Lao's birthday banquet and suddenly entered the sight of the magnates.

He was not only appreciated by the county guard Wu Tianen, but also regarded by Liu Lao as a junior like a nephew, and had a large number of powerful supporters.

He is a fated person of the fat master, and he was praised in public by Master Longhai, and he was even cited as a confidant by the Wuzhen.

Even his junior brother, Zhuo Yun, who is also a Confucian and Taoist practitioner, has a lot of respect for Ye Changsheng, thinking that he has the style of the ancients.

Fortunately, Ye Changsheng and Taoism have nothing to do with each other, otherwise the three families of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism will eat it all.

Peng Zifang hadn't seen the amazement of the Mochou sword with his own eyes, but as Mochou's elegant affairs spread to the capital, Ye Changsheng's name also passed over.

I guess he doesn't have two brushes, even if he's not a genius at sword forging.

As a feudal official, Peng Zifang did not take Ye Changsheng in his eyes.

What really interested him was that Ye Changsheng actually had an intersection with Master Fan of the Refiner Guild.

While Peng Zifang was pondering, an official walked in and said with a sad face: "My lord, the Refiner Guild has sent someone to urge again, and the subordinates really don't know what to do." ”

Peng Zifang looked irritable, stretched out his big hand, took a white jade swan paperweight, and held it in his arms.

When the official saw that the Governor had closed his eyes, he did not dare to speak any more.

This is the quirk of the Governor, every time he encounters trouble or is about to explode, he will hold the white jade paperweight in his arms.

A gentleman is like jade, gentle and zeal, probably that's what it means, right?

Therefore, the Governor has a nickname, the Jade Official.

The jade official closed his eyes and stroked the jade swan, feeling bad.

Nine consecutive championships, nine consecutive championships, if this year is still the case, it will be ten consecutive championships in the future.

At the end of each year, the thirteen provinces of the principality and the thirteen refiner guilds will evaluate their performance.

The Refiner Guild of the Nine Winds Province has been ranked first from the bottom for nine consecutive years!

Originally, these didn't have much to do with him, the governor, but if the Alchemist Guild was ranked first from the bottom again, it would break the record of the whole country and even the entire Ten Thousand Kingdoms.

As the province where the "Ten Consecutive Crowns" Refiner Guild is located, the Nine Winds Province will eventually be remembered by history.

And he, the hapless governor, will also leave a shameful mark in the history books.

This is not a joke, if you don't get it right, it will cut off his future promotion.

The Alchemist Guild knew that this year was in a catastrophe and was in a hurry to shake off the pot, so it gave the Governor's Mansion an impossible task: let the Governor's Mansion get a batch of golden charcoal.

If the Governor's Mansion can't get the Golden Silk Charcoal, the Refiners Guild will use this as an excuse to put the responsibility of the "Ten Consecutive Crowns" on the Governor's Palace.

Peng Zifang hated itchy, but she was helpless.

The penultimate refiner guild, that is also the refiner guild, is not something he can afford to provoke.

The golden silk charcoal belongs to the official camp, more accurately the royal sole camp, and the share allocated by the imperial court to the local military manufacturing bureaus and refiner guilds every year is counted.

If the golden charcoal flows out of other channels, even if there is only one piece, it is a crime of killing the head!

Kill someone.

The jade official is about to pinch the jade swan.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and the dryness on his face suddenly subsided.

Put the jade swan back on the table, Peng Zifang splashed ink, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced and wrote three big words: Ye Changsheng!

When the ink was dry, he folded it up, stuffed it into a brocade bag, and handed it to the subordinate of the god Leng.

The jade official was secretive and said, "You just give them this bag." ”

Xia Guan's expression was more ugly than crying, and he snorted: "Lord Governor, but I saw that your clever plan only has three big words of Ye Changsheng. ”

Peng Zifang was confident, so he almost held a goose feather fan, and said lightly: "The evaluation of the Refiner Guild is not the improvement and improvement of the refining process, then since Ye Changsheng is a sword-casting genius, he must be able to help them!"

There was some truth in this, and the subordinate had no choice but to nod, carefully put away the governor's bag, and retreated.

Half an hour later, the bag arrived at the Alchemist Guild.

"Everyone, just one step away, just one step away, we are all going to be recorded in history!"

In the council hall, Fang Daqi, the president of the Alchemist Guild, slapped the table with a bang as he spoke.

He was already a bit fierce, and with a thick beard, he looked like a seventh-grade refiner, more like a ...... Butcher.

The congregation was silent.

Fang Daqi couldn't help but be angry, he was only assigned to Jiufeng Province last year as the president of the branch, but this year he has to personally take over the "honor" of "Ten Consecutive Championships", who can stand it?

Behind him was a huge hedron wall, on which flashed countless entries, all of which were the problems and difficulties that the headquarters had summarized over the years.

A year has passed, but they haven't even cracked a single entry.

The ownership of the penultimate one, can there still be suspense?

"Bang!"

Just when Fang Daqi was furious, an entry on the crystal screen suddenly exploded, blooming into a red flower.

Immediately, the colorful banners from the secret method of the headquarters slashed across the screen and from everyone's sight.

"Congratulations to the Anqing Branch, solving the C-level difficulty, and accumulating the eighth ......"

The adults of the Nine Winds Refiner Guild looked at the spar screen in a daze, and their faces were extremely pale.

The weakest Anqing branch has solved eight difficult points, and they don't even have a chance to go to the wall.

It's over, we're going to win 10 in a row.