Inner palace side hall, conference hall.

Ling Zihuan, who was sitting at the very top, had a solemn face, sitting upright, completely free from the abuse and casualness of the past. In front of the twelve ministers of Jiling City, he couldn't relax in the slightest, and every word he said had to be carefully considered.

Jiling Castle is in danger, and since he promised the old city lord, he will definitely do his best. When stability is restored, he will retire peacefully and take the position of lord of the castle to someone else.

When everyone learned that Ling Zihuan had a plan to rebuild Jiling City in his heart, they focused their eyes on Ling Zihuan.

"Judging from the current situation, the inner palace of Jiling City has not been destroyed much, and it can be rectified a little, and the most affected at the moment is the housing of ordinary people. To solve this problem, I want to use all my manpower, including the sergeants under Yun Ao. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Yun Ao and asked, "General Yun Ao, how many sergeants do you still have?"

Yun Ao thought for a while, intertwined his eyes with Ling Zihuan, and said bluntly: "Well, I'm afraid that there are only about three thousand of ten thousand sergeants now." ”

"Put it all to use, so that they can help the people rebuild their homes. ”

The middle-aged Wenchen raised his eyes, but he didn't look directly at Ling Zihuan, just stared at the big round table, and said in a low voice: "The three thousand soldiers who are not easy to keep, if they all go to build houses for civilians, in case of foreign invasion, how to deal with it?"

Ling Zihuan replied without changing his face: "Wan Youtang has been expelled and will not come again, as for the surrounding sects and families, they regard the ruins inside and outside Jiling City as worthless, and they will not covet it. Yesterday, I have spread the news that I am the new lord of Jiling City all over Middle-earth, and those gatekeepers with illusions can only be discouraged!"

"There are enough people to rebuild the houses, so there is a shortage of food! Jiling City has been occupied for more than half a year, not only the buildings have been destroyed, but even the acres of land have been abandoned, and now it is not the season for sowing, and for a while, the people and ministers can hardly provide for themselves. ”

"I think so, the inner palace has not been destroyed much, and the food and salary of the city treasury are still there, so it is better to distribute it to everyone to get through the current difficulties. If everyone saves money and supports it until the autumn harvest, it will be no problem!"

"Moreover, I have decided to give all the civilians in the city a two-year tax reduction to encourage self-sufficiency. At the same time, it is necessary to expand the armed forces, increase the preferential policy of joining the army, and encourage more civilians to join the army. ”

"As for commerce and diplomacy, I think we still can't stop it, we have to keep close contact with the outside world at all times, and win over some of the surrounding gate valve families, if we can get their assistance, it would be great!"

"Finally, in terms of criminal law, I wanted to be lenient and save the law like the others, but now that it is the time of the great disaster in Jiling City, it is absolutely impossible to disturb the law and order in the city. When you encounter such a person, needless to say, if you violate the criminal law, you have to do it according to the law, and there must be no mercy. If there is anyone who is very bad, report it to me, and I will do it myself. ”

"That's my strategy, what do you think?"

Ling Zihuan was exhaustive and eloquent, which made the twelve civil and military generals present look stunned, ease their minds, and began to look at each other a few times, but they couldn't find any flaws in Ling Zihuan's strategy.

Of course, these are not made up by Ling Zihuan out of thin air, after all, he is not a god, and he still has to learn this way of governance. Fortunately, in recent days, with the help of Zimu, he has read a lot of classic materials, and he has to think carefully about the policies and laws promulgated in previous years, find out the essence of them, and then try to draw inferences from one case and use them.

Moreover, these strategies of his were all discussed with Zimu in advance. He is the imperial history of the inner court of Jiling City, and he has won the trust of the old city lord, and he is clearer about this way of governance.

Seeing that the ministers below had no objections, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly added: "Since everyone has no objections, then do this first! You are in charge of your respective positions and supervise each other." If you find that the road is a little difficult to follow, feel free to talk to me about it!"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

At this time, one year old man coughed a few times, his eyes were blank, and his expression was blank, which made it difficult for Ling Zihuan to guess his inner thoughts.

He stroked his messy beard, his voice was hoarse, and said: "The matter of reconstruction, regarding the overall situation, I hope the city lord will think about it carefully, and don't use this matter as a handle for your power!"

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" After speaking, he coughed a few more times, and his skinny body trembled a few times, at such an age, it seemed that he could die at any time.

After Ling Zihuan heard this, a hint of coldness flashed in his bright eyes, and he suddenly snorted in his nose. He silently took half a salary and adjusted his inner emotions. In any case, he can't let everyone in the room catch his own handle, so he has to learn to be sad and happy.

Looking at his old minister, he must be respected in the city, and he still wants to be appeased.

"Lord Yan is right, I can't take such a major matter as a handle for my rights, but I have this confidence. Even your previous city lord can inherit this great position to me with peace of mind, so why can't you rest assured?"

Ling Zihuan withdrew his gaze and glanced at everyone, his face suddenly became much more solemn, as if he was a little shocked.

He is a monk, and now these people are all mortals in Middle-earth, who know how to govern the country in peace, but they dare not look at the monks and warriors. As long as Ling Zihuan urged the True Yuan slightly, these people could die in the blink of an eye.

It's just that he wants to combine strength and softness! He wants to make good use of this resource!

"If someone thinks that they have done better than me, then I, Ling Zihuan, am willing to quit! If not, please complain less, cooperate more, and actively integrate into the great cause of reconstruction is the key. ”

There was a bit of sharpness in his tone, and an awe-inspiring breath poured out from all over his body, making their backs suddenly cold, and their hearts trembled violently.

After half a salary, Ling Zihuan saw that everyone didn't speak, his brows furrowed, his voice softened a little, and said, "Since everyone has nothing to say, let's end today's meeting!"

When everyone heard this, they all stood up and began to leave, but Zimu was the only one who stayed.

After the others disappeared into the hall, Ling Zihuan looked at Zimu and said, "What do you think, how is today's meeting?" How do I feel, they seem to have something in their hearts, but they are just afraid of my cultivation and dare not say it. ”

"Perhaps, they are still immersed in the grief of the death of the old city lord! Moreover, you have just succeeded to the throne, and it is understandable that they are dissatisfied, but I think that under your strategy, if you can restore the former appearance of Jiling Castle as soon as possible, your prestige will definitely be greatly increased. When the time comes, even if they don't accept you, they won't be able to!" Zimu smiled, trying to comfort Ling Zihuan.

"Hey, I hope there won't be any more big trouble," Ling Zihuan paused, and suddenly remembered something in his mind, at this moment, Zimu was here, just to ask him, "By the way, Jiling City has suffered such a great disaster, and it seems that not many of your Wenchen have been killed, but 10,000 soldiers have now become only 3,000 people, what's going on?"

"I remember you said that when Wanyoutang attacked, this army was simply vulnerable, and the resistance didn't last long, why were there so many fewer sergeants?"

Zimu's eyes rolled, a flash of light, and the corners of his mouth pulled a little sadness, as if recalling an extremely deep and sad thing, his heart was very depressed, and he didn't spit out a word for a long time.

Because, in that underground dungeon, the same bloody thing happened from time to time, and now when I think about it, I feel unbelievable, and my back chills!

It was a cold and cold hell, and how many people's minds were buried!

Seeing Zimu's strange appearance, Ling Zihuan's heart moved, and he felt that there must be something hidden in it, but the more it was like this, the more his curiosity was aroused, and he urged: "Tell me, is there something that happened that I don't know about?"

Zimu nodded slowly, a puddle of tears flowed out of his eyes, and he was about to speak, when the "buzz" in his head suddenly became a blank, and a wave of pathos and resentment surged into his heart, and he couldn't let go of it for a long time.

After half a salary, he slowly stabilized his mind, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Those demons, they imprisoned us in the underground dungeon in order to provide physical ...... for those ghosts."

"In the prison, there are some blood-red and horrible vessels that are used to maim us. They picked out the strong young people, put them in the vessel, and performed some strange magic tricks, as if they had taken away their spirits, because when they woke up after a few days and nights of refining, it was as if they had changed people, and they were full of evil energy!"

After Ling Zihuan heard this, his brows furrowed, he knew that Zimu didn't know anything about demonic arts, but his description, Ling Zihuan probably understood, and after some consideration, he faintly guessed the purpose of Wanyoutang.

He bit his lip and said in a heavy voice: "If I'm not mistaken, the ghost lights you are talking about are not anything else, they are demon spirits! They want to use the flesh of living people, plus the power of demon tools and demon arts, to drive blood sacrifices, to provide a body for those wandering demon spirits, so that the demon spirits can reshape their physical bodies, and with a little cultivation, they can recover their former mana." ”

"Ah...... So that's ......" After hearing this, Zimu's face was even more shocked, recalling the howls and sorrows of those soldiers struggling in pain in the utensils, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

"Those spirits are...... Where did it come from?" asked Zimu casually.

Ling Zihuan's eyes blinked, and his face was solemn, "I don't know about this, but I think that if the blood sacrifice is used to provide the demon spirit with a body, the demand for demon qi and demon tools is still quite large, so I think that the reborn demons must be the backbone of the Wanyou Hall." ”

Speaking of this, his complexion gradually changed greatly, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"This should be their second purpose in capturing Jiling Castle......"

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