The weather has warmed, there is a lush locust tree growing in the yard of Bufeng Qianzhuang, at noon, Xu Feng moved a reclining chair and put it under the tree, lying on his back, looking at the cloudless blue sky in spring, leisurely basking in the warm sun, there are delicate trays and tea sets on the ground next to the recliner, every time the tea is about to cool, Ah Cai will come out on time to change the tea. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In this way, he stayed up until the sunset, and the coolness was slightly rising, Xu Feng called Ah Cai, who had been hiding in the house all day long to study modern medicine, and cleaned up casually, yawned, and went out to eat together.

As the weather warmed up, the supper stalls on the Qianmen street of Bufeng Qianzhuang also began to come alive, and Xu Feng and Ah Cai frequented Yan Ji Beef Pill Soup. In the slightly cold spring breeze, a bowl of steaming bone broth, put oiled spicy seeds and green green onions, eat it, the forehead immediately begins to sweat, and the whole body is extremely comfortable.

Xu Feng has been enjoying this rare leisurely experience in the past few days, because his plan has finally come true, and he has been fantasizing about cultivating the sect in his heart. The fifty circles on the wall have all been painted, five million taels of silver, and ten thousand taels of gold he has saved enough!

Because of Panxilin's transformation of the east city, Bufeng Qianzhuang invested a large amount of silver loans, which was an unprecedented amount, and Xu Feng also got a rich return, more than four million taels of silver in his pocket, and the silver was originally Xu Feng's original intention to promote this matter.

The renovation project of Panxi Lindongcheng is in full swing, and the government also strongly supports such a project. According to the population records provided by the government, the young and strong laborers with income were identified, compiled into a book, and distributed the silver taels necessary for basic life one by one, and according to the plan of moving and building, simple tents were built at the same time, the first batch of people were relocated, and new houses were built on the original plots.

In the east city of a hundred miles, countless simple houses have risen from the ground, dusty and noisy. The renovation of Dongcheng is not only a popular project to change the appearance of Dongcheng with cross-flowing sewage and stinking water, but also a good opportunity for poor farmers who have no place to live to make a living. They rushed to tell each other: The prince of the Jin Dynasty has shown great mercy and wants to renovate the eastern city! The young and strong laborers composed of countless poor peasant households sweated like rain on the construction site. Wood, bricks, stones, white ash and other building materials were piled up everywhere in a small mountain bag several miles wide, and a cadre of Pan Xilin's subordinates also ran back and forth, directing the migrant workers to work.

Pan Xilin personally planned and led everyone to inspect the construction site from time to time. The noble royal family, not sitting in a sedan chair or riding a horse, shuttling back and forth on the construction site, so that the bitter haha in the eastern district of Sendai was greatly moved, for these households, the prince of Jin is a character living in the clouds, and the people of Pingtou are rare to see once in their lives, but they have heard the romantic deeds of the prince from the legend, and when they see the real son, they hurriedly put down the work in their hands one by one, and fell into the dust in fear and bowed.

The chic and casual Pan Xilin didn't care about these red tapes, and was afraid that the salute would delay the construction period, so he always ordered his entourage to call the people up one by one.

Since the beginning of the project, the handsome boy, who has always been clean and tidy, gentle as jade, has walked on the streets countless times, among the bricks and tiles, and in the mud.

Sometimes the spring rain falls in the sky, and the sun cannot be seen for several days, the slightly cold and humid air envelops the entire Dongcheng, and the construction site is even more muddy and slippery. King Pan Geng of Jin deliberately dressed up in an ordinary dress and quietly blended in the crowd behind.

The white ash used in engineering construction is stored in the pit, and once it is exposed to rain, the raw ash will turn into mature ash and become an unusable waste. Pan Xilin walked to an ash pit, regardless of the mud, squatted down to check the waterproofing of the ash pit, and even stretched out two white and slender fingers to pinch the wet soil on the edge of the ash pit and put it under his nose to smell it.

The crowd of doormen who followed behind looked at it, but they sighed secretly in their hearts, their master was no longer the boy who drank flowers and wine and made trouble in the Qinglou back then, but an old businessman.

When he got up, Pan Xilin's feet slipped and almost fell into the ash pit covered with rainproof grass, and the doorman next to him hurriedly helped, and the tufts of Xingui's brocade robe splashed half of his body with sludge, but Pan Xilin, who stood firmly, didn't care, and continued to look down as if he didn't see it.

At the beginning, the people of Dongcheng saw Pan Xilin and bowed down, but when they saw it more often, they knew that this dusty person who came and went in a hurry was the prince of Jin, and they didn't think it was strange, they just nodded and bowed, with a sincere smile on their faces, and they no longer had the panic when they first saw it.

The account that Xu Feng calculated had been secretly circulated among the merchants of Sendai City. The wealthy businessmen who were waiting to see Pan Xilin's joke gradually couldn't sit still, and some of the rich businessmen who saw the opportunity quickly even sent a clever steward to follow Pan Xilin like a fart, constantly begging for a partnership to run Dongcheng. Pan Xilin enjoyed this feeling too much, put up the shelf of the world, and didn't even glance at it.

Forced to be in a hurry, Pan Xilin turned his head and replied: "I, Pan Xilin, will only lose, not make money, don't mix blindly!" The steward who nodded his head was speechless.

Even Wang Mingming didn't expect that Pan Xilin had changed so much, and he couldn't recognize the dusty young man with a tired face, but from a distance, the prince of Jin who was standing between everyone still exuded an extraordinary sense of wealth and wealth. Wang Mingming was even a little envious of Pan Xilin for having such a good opportunity, but thinking about it, there were also their Wang family who put the silver, and his heart was much more balanced.

While Pan Xilin's project was underway, Xu Feng was also thinking about which sect to enter and start a real cultivation career. He chose a few, but he didn't like any of them. It happened that Xiaoying in Hengshui Town wrote again, saying that the Taiyi Dao people of the Netherworld Lake wanted to enter Yingdu to participate in the Wujiang Festival of the Sanqing Daomen every five years. Xu Feng wanted to seize this opportunity, the so-called reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles, traveling thousands of miles is not as good as reading countless people, reading countless people is not as good as a famous teacher to guide the way, Xu Feng specially sent people to guard at various intersections in Sendai, to ask Taiyi Taoist people in person, how to choose a cultivation sect.

The Wujiang Festival is a grand meeting of the Sanqing Daomen every five years, and the Great Xia Dynasty, and even the entire mainland of the Sanqing Daomen control the Taoist halls, temples, and sects must send representatives to the Sanqing General Altar in the imperial capital of the dynasty to participate in the grand event.

The original purpose of the Borderless Festival was to gather in the Daomen to pray for the blessings of the Great Xia Dynasty and pray that the gods would bless the Great Xia Dynasty with a long life. But as the years passed, the ancient tradition had long been diluted, and it slowly evolved into a check of the strength of the Sanqing Daomen.

The power of Sanqing Daomen is too huge, thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles away there are powerful Taoist halls, through the five-year boundless puja, the Sanqing Daomen general altar to exchange important people, the income of each Daomen is summarized, and the control and arrangement of the world are realized.

The Netherworld Lake is a place of abnormal changes in the world, and the steady people of the Sanqing Dao sect are stationed, and they also want to participate in the Borderless Festival and return to the relevant matters of the past five years.

Taiyi Taoist people wore green clothes, junior brother Renkui wore gray clothes, and the two Taoists floated into the city and went all the way north in the prosperous scene. As soon as I turned the corner of the high-rise building with blue bricks, I saw Xu Feng, who was smiling all over his face, blocking the front with an innocent and lovely Acai.

Xu Feng had to deal with the old way of the fairy wind in front of him, not only did he let himself and Jiang Liao work hard back then, but also defrauded himself of a full twenty taels of silver with a copy of "Dao Yuan Fu" for three coins of silver before leaving, Xu Feng still remembers it vividly at this moment.

Although the cultivation realm of Taiyi Daoist is not too high, he is really knowledgeable and talented in cultivating the Dao method, and there is an indescribable immortal wind Dao bone on his body, and he is the real first sect in the world - the door of the Sanqing Daomen, if Xu Feng gets guidance from him, he can't go there.

Xu Feng lifted his shirt with a steady face, made a big salute respectfully, and said, "Xu Feng greets the two immortals!" Ah Cai, who was standing in the back, also bowed slightly.

Sanqing Daomen is the cultivation sect behind the imperial court, today, all the people dressed as Taoist priests walking on the street are quite respected by passers-by, and there is a young boy who bows to the two Taoists on the street and does not provoke the sideways of passers-by.

Senior brother Renkui looked at Xu Feng who saluted, and a kind smile appeared on his loyal face.