Qiu Ping swayed, and then returned to Bashui,

Although the imperial capital is still calm, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is an undercurrent surging now.

The Cao movement caused the price of the imperial capital to skyrocket, and it is said that the princes of Gon Gon discussed letting the champion Hou go to suppress the bandits.

But the champion Hou is known for his bow and horses, and he is afraid that he will not be able to command the sailors.

Because of the lag in the transmission of news in the world, the court did not know that the bandits had subsided.

But none of this had anything to do with Qiu Ping, he made a big fuss outside, and then left quietly.

"Lord Hebo, Xunshui and Nie Xiangtao ran to the Chenghuang Yamen to complain, saying that the adults were doing misdeeds in the Cao Yun, which caused resentment to churn and the waterways were turbulent."

As soon as Qiu Ping came back, Du Yu came to visit.

Du Yu is the head of the ministry, and he is the most sensitive to these things.

"Oh, I got it."

"Nie Xiangtao went out to complain, did you ask me for leave?"

Qiu Ping didn't care, found a piece of fruit from the scale space, and ate it in a big gulp.

"Uh...... Not really. ”

Du Yu was stunned, how could anyone sue his boss and ask his boss for leave.

"Then remove him and say he was derelict in his duties."

Qiu Ping said casually.

"Our yamen has no power to dismiss the officials of the sixth grade."

Du Yu shook his head, if the same knowledge of all Caohe could be deposed by Bashui Hebo, they would never dare to be so arrogant.

"In this case, then give him a very inferior grade in his quarterly evaluation, write any bad things up, and do it every quarter in the future."

Qiu Ping seemed to remember this at this time, and continued to deal with Du Yu.

Although you can't kick Nie Xiangtao directly, it's still okay to disgust him.

“…… Be. ”

Du Yu was so badly adjusted by Qiu Ping's temper, how could this officialdom be like a joke.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

Qiu Ping was going to find a place to fish, but he was tired these days, and now that the resentment was resolved, he could sleep peacefully for a while.

"That...... The Metropolis God's Yamen has recently received numerous paperwork to impeach you, and you'd better be careful lately. Those imperial envoys and spirit officials don't have much work every day, and they look for trouble everywhere. ”

Du Yu didn't have anything superfluous, just a few more words.

He is now bound to Qiu Ping, and he only thinks that this Hebo will not fall too soon.

Qiu Ping waved his hand, indicating that he knew.

Du Yu was helpless in his heart, but seeing that Qiu Ping looked lazy and not sad, he bowed, got up and left.

Qiu Ping shook his body and hid in a secluded space, where he slept in the dark.

……

"Old lady, I can't do this job. But you don't know that the thirteen Cao rivers are filled with the aura of calamity, and we are the ghosts and gods, so we naturally have to be restrained by them. ”

"If I stay any longer, I'm afraid my spirit will be confused."

In a continuous mansion somewhere in the Yin World of the Imperial Capital, Nie Xiangtao knelt on the ground and saluted the old man with white hair but hair scattered over his shoulders.

"Why hasn't Xiao Shui'er seen her for a few years, but she is so angry."

The old man looked at Nie Xiangtao with a smile, and people couldn't help but let go of their slackness.

Nie Xiangtao has "water" in his name, and he died by the water's edge back then, and the familiar elders called him "little water".

Hearing the old lady call his name like this, Nie Xiangtao's heart warmed.

"I went to King Mingling to complain, but I was not received, and even the documents were not approved."

"King Mingling, why do you like this son so much?"

Nie Xiangtao felt resentful in his heart, they were all old men in the Shinto, but they were treated so unfairly by King Mingling, and it was normal for them to be unbalanced.

"Be careful!"

The old man knocked the dragon head cane in his hand on the ground, although it showed that the Spirit King was pot-bellied and would not mind this level of complaining, but they, the people below, needed to ensure their respect for the Ming Spirit King.

Nie Xiangtao also knew that he had lost his words, so he stopped talking more.

"The reason why King Mingling values Qiu Ping so much is that he still needs to use him as a knife to compete with all the races of heaven and earth. If you have this ability, King Mingling will also favor you. ”

The old man asked Nie Xiangtao to get up and said slowly.

Nie Xiangtao continued to be silent, although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, Qiu Ping's talent was undoubtedly the first in Shinto.

It is rumored that he only practiced for a few years before soaring all the way from the bottom to the realm of immortals.

And it is said that the strength is the best among the immortals.

To put it mildly, it is said that if there is no Shinto restriction, an ordinary [Yuan Body] like him does not even have the qualifications to be looked at more, and he can be killed with his hand.

"In the near future, a new [Re-Revision of the Immortal Book] will be held in the Imperial Capital, when the geniuses below the Golden Immortal of all the races of heaven and earth will gather here, fight with each other, and improve their ranking in the Immortal Book."

"Qiu Ping is the son of God sent out by Shinto this time."

The old man said slowly, and Nie Xiangtao's face showed a hint of shock.

He is just the realm of the Yuan Body, far away from the immortals, but he has also heard of the name of the [Immortal Book], and according to legend, all the heavenly immortals and ordinary immortals below the Golden Immortal are in the roster.

The geniuses of all the races of heaven and earth fought each other, what a magnificent scene it was.

He was a militant himself, and he felt his blood boiling and couldn't help himself just by imagining it.

"This Qiu Ping has just become an immortal, why can he act as a god son?"

Nie Xiangtao was not angry in his heart, after all, compared to the two, he seemed to be particularly small.

"Hey, hey."

The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Nie Xiangtao.

Just when he was at a loss, he heard a sigh from the other side.

"Qiu Ping, the day he became an immortal, he ascended to the second place in the immortal book, the first time since the opening of the world, even Li Ruoyu was far inferior to the first day."

The words in the old man's mouth made Nie Xiangtao feel terrified in his heart.

In this world, although they rarely see immortals, the number of immortals is definitely quite a lot, and it may even be more than the primordial body.

Because immortals don't die, as long as it's not an epochal calamity, immortals almost coexist with the world.

And almost every hundred years, there will be a group of Yuan bodies that can become immortals.

Accumulated so much throughout the ages, the number of immortals and heavenly immortals is definitely terrifying.

And Qiu Ping, when he was just becoming an immortal, became the second in the immortal book, which means that even those old monsters who accumulate in the immortal book, as long as they suppress the realm to the same level as him, they are not his opponents.

Nie Xiangtao's heart suddenly felt a little desperate, if he stood in the position of King Mingling, he would definitely not punish such a supreme genius.

He even regretted that if he had known about these things earlier, he would definitely not be an enemy of him.

I don't know if there is a chance to make amends.

"Don't be discouraged, this kind of genius is rare throughout the ages, you just need to compare yourself with the people around you."

The old man comforted Nie Xiangtao a few words, anyone who practiced with Qiu Ping would be very shocked.

Nie Xiangtaoquan thought that this was a sincere comfort to himself, so he nodded.

"This time, the [Re-Revision of the Immortal Book] is not only a grand event for all races, but also an opportunity for you and others, I asked King Mingling for an errand for you, to be the patrol envoy in that assembly, and to be responsible for the errand of patrol security."

"If you do it well, you can be promoted by one and a half levels."

"Don't you think that this Tongzhi is not happy, just take advantage of this opportunity to be sent out to the local government as an official, and he can serve as a water official in a place, and he is also at ease."

The old man patted Nie Xiangtao's shoulder and spoke.

"Thank you, old lady!"

Nie Xiangtao only felt that his heart was agitated, and he was extremely grateful to the old man. Although the ratio of the water officials in the land of Yifu is only half a level higher now, it is definitely happier than this daily frightened Cao Yun.

Moreover, he had already stepped into the [Yuan Body], and he just took this opportunity to cultivate and improve his strength.

It was only after another thousand thanks that he was sent away.

"It's a great event."

The old man looked at Nie Xiangtao's back, and there seemed to be a bottomless lake hidden in his eyes.

……

Jing Xinghuai walked out of the palace gate in small steps, the huge imperial city behind him, and the noon sun shrouded him, making him a little unable to open his eyes.

Beside him, there were ministers who had just descended from the court.

But not many people greeted him, and even some people walked past him, all of whom looked at him coldly.

Maybe this is the sadness of being a lonely minister.

He did not defect to any department in the imperial court, but like his teacher back then, he was only loyal to the Son of Heaven.

And although the Son of Heaven has repeatedly gracious to him, he has also turned him into a knife.

A knife that is sharp and can kill at any time.

If a knife interferes too much with other people in the court, the Son of Heaven should not be at ease with him.

"Your Excellency."

He had not gone far when a one-armed young man greeted him.

The young man's face was still a little pale, but his back stopped, and he looked like a green pine.

"Chengqing, your injuries are not yet healed, so you don't need to pick me up in person. The Son of Heaven has added a flag to my guard, and you still need to recuperate from your injuries. ”

Jing Xinghuai took a few quick steps forward and whispered.

"It's the personal soldier of the Son of Heaven, and I don't feel at ease." The young man shook his head.

He himself is a master of martial arts, and although he has broken an arm, his injuries are no longer serious.

Jing Xinghuai naturally understands the meaning of youth, such as Chengping today, this imperial capital has been stable for hundreds of years, and the soldiers of the Beijing camp and the Five Cities Terracotta Division are all the children of the emperor.

How many of these people have been infiltrated for a long time is unknown.

Even the Son of Heaven has a powerless heart for these things.

Otherwise, there would not have been a public attack on and killing a senior member of the imperial court in the imperial capital at this moment, which is simply unheard of.

"Let's go, I have received a holy decree to go to Qingzhou and rectify the luck."

Jing Xinghuai sighed and got into the carriage parked on the side.

When he was seated, the young man shook the reins and drove away quickly.

Many court officials looked at his carriage with a cold look in their eyes.

This luck is related to the livelihood of countless people. Not to mention, the Bashui Wharf at the confluence of the Thirteen Cao Rivers alone is now almost a town, and 200,000 people depend on it for their livelihood.

In addition to the merchant ships, slender men, and coolies, as well as the warehouses, shops, and even the goulans that were born on this basis, hundreds of thousands or even millions of silver flowed every day.

If you go to the states along the Cao River, there are also banknote wharves in various places, and the imperial capital and the local governments collude with each other, and the interests and power involved are too great.

I don't know how many people have long been bound to this place.

Now that it has just revealed a flaw, the Son of Heaven can't wait to rectify it.

They don't agree!

None can agree!

Since they don't agree, they can only ask Jing Xinghuai to die.

A person who would be assassinated in the Imperial Kyoto would soon die without a place to bury once he left the protection of the imperial power.

Jing Xinghuai hurriedly returned to the mansion he rented in Dijing, packed up some things at will, and went to the Zhenfu Division to allocate a banner of elite to protect him.

How could he not know the danger of this trip, but he could not make it.

Otherwise, his emperor's knife would not hurt anyone.

"My lord, I have contacted my master, and I have two uncles who will meet us at the Bashui Pier. Both of them are first-class warriors, and even if they are assassinated again, they also have a way to deal with them. ”

The young man looked at the fifty soldiers of the Son of Heaven who followed behind the carriage and whispered.

One banner of men, but no more than fifty people. However, the strength of the Son of Heaven of the Zhenfu Division is all at the C level, which is about equal to the monsters in the [Ancestral Technique] realm.

With so many people cooperating with the battle formation, the strength is not weak.

However, the back hand they really prepared was the power behind this young man.

Two first-class martial arts masters, that is equivalent to two Yuan bodies, and they are the top masters second only to the martial saints in the world.

"Drive!"

With the young man flicking the reins, the carriage was gone.

Although the fifty soldiers of the Son of Heaven were on foot, their speed was not slow at all, and they followed closely behind.

And not far away, in the twelve-storey and splendid Bliss Building, a young man dressed in white with a handsome face took in all this.

"The emperor sent someone to beg me, hoping that I would protect this person."

"It's really a joke, no matter how difficult it is, at most I will encounter some first-class warriors, where do I need to make a move. You lead a team of Shadows to protect him. ”

If Qiu Ping was again, of course he would be able to recognize that the young man in front of him was Chu Jifeng, who invited them to eat and drink last time.

One of the three martial saints of Daqian, Chu Jifeng.

"Close the window, play music and dance."

Chu Jifeng drank all the wine in the cup, as if he was drunk and dreaming of death, and he stood beside him The middle-aged man who seemed to be outside the staff did not know when he disappeared.

When they reach the realm of martial saints, unless they encounter a battle to destroy the country, they will never make a move.

It seems that Jing Xinghuai has such a life-and-death crisis, and in his eyes, it is just a trivial matter.

However, the fact that the Son of Heaven actually asked for his side shows that the Son of Heaven attaches great importance to this person, and on the other hand, it shows that the situation faced by this Daqian Dynasty is not optimistic.

The internal intricacies of the entire dynasty were intricate, and countless forces were entrenched, and even the imperial power could not reach many places.

The two maidservants closed the window of the Blissful Building, and the light in the room dimmed suddenly, but the candle flame burned more brightly.

"Jing Xinghuai is out of the city!"

And almost at the same time, in the entire imperial capital, there were countless dark currents surging.

(End of chapter)