Orthodoxy for four years.

Spring.

Su Mingyuan was crowned Taishi and became the youngest third duke since the founding of Taizu.

In March of the same year.

After the completion of the inventory of acres of land, Su Mingyuan wrote a letter to reform the tax system.

Orthodox Emperor Quasi-Concert.

Baiguan has already heard of the rumors, and he didn't stop it too much, the Cui family's extermination is like a hole in the roof, and now it is much easier to accept it if the window is broken.

In June of the same year.

Cai Wenlin, the prime minister at the time, wrote a letter to beg for bones, and after three requests and three resignations, the orthodox emperor allowed him to return to his hometown.

After returning to his hometown, he established Wenlin Academy to teach and educate people, and was highly respected by the local people.

After that, there was no one to serve as the prime minister, and Cai Wenlin had to be recorded in the history books, and later generations often used this to ask questions.

……

The ninth day of September.

Chongyang.

One yuan starts, everything is suitable.

Sioux House.

Midnight.

The porter was bored and napping, and dreamed that the official who begged the scholar of Su University to do something, bent down and pouted to hand over the prayer post, and stuffed himself with two taels of silver.

Suddenly.

The darkness in the shadows of the doorway squirmed, condensing into a hazy human form, silently burrowing through the crack in the door.

Follow the shadow wall, the root of the wall, and the flower bed, all the way to the back house.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn sounded, and the yellow-robed old monk saluted with his left hand, and held the ring knife with his right hand: "The donor has gone to the wrong realm?" ”

"Boom!"

The signature villain's strange laugh sounded: "When did the Buddha Gate get mixed up with the imperial master?" ”

"I am compassionate."

The old monk looked compassionate: "What Mr. Su has done is a great thing that benefits the people of the world, and the poor monk is single, but he is also willing to add a fire!" ”

"Fuck you bald shit."

A shadow came out of the shadows, and the black mist dispersed to reveal a human form, which turned out to be a dark-skinned Kunlun slave, who scolded in a skilled language.

"The land occupied by the Buddha Gate does not pay any taxes, and it is even more black-hearted than the big family!"

The old monk was silent, no matter how the shadow spoke, he didn't give in for half a step.

"Die!"

Kunlun Nu jumped, shrouded in a large cloud of black mist in mid-air, unable to see what moves he made, nor could he see the fists and kicks or weapons used.

The crimson knife shone brightly, and the ring knife in the old monk's hand lit a fierce fire, and the black mist of the burning made a loud sound.

The old monk was thin, but his sword technique was like a storm, and every swing of the knife brought a raging flame, illuminating the night.

"What a wood-burning knife technique!"

The fog knew that it was far inferior to fighting head-on, so he could only rely on strange things, and with a long roar, the black mist expanded ten feet, completely enveloping the old monk.

The old monk's eyebrows and soul shone brightly, as if he had opened the eyes of heaven, and he saw a black shadow three or four feet on the left.

Leaping and swinging his sword, the flames sliced the shadow in two, not feeling any weight.

"Not good!"

"Assert ......"

There was a strange laugh from behind, and the two claws were behind the old monk's back, leaving ten pitch-black scars.

The old monk felt the spread of the poison, and hurriedly used his true qi to suppress it, and the heavenly eye on his forehead turned into a protective golden light, holding a knife on guard.

"Don't worry about this bald donkey, the most important thing is to kill the surname Su."

"Good!"

There was a conversation in the black fog, obviously the assassin was not one, and there were other people who took advantage of the fog to cover up and wait for an opportunity to sneak attack.

As he spoke, the fog came to the backyard and saw the study with the lights still on.

"It is worthy of being a court master, and he didn't run away!"

"Boom! After today, you and my brother will be famous all over the world. ”

"I hope that there will be a ...... left in the history books"

The voice stopped abruptly, and I saw that the sword qi several zhang long was like a waterfall and a long river, washing away the mist, leaving two black Kunlun slaves in place.

His clothes were torn into strips of cloth and he was scarred.

"Is this the Fifth Secret of the Daomen?"

"Who made the Sword Immortal Technique!"

The two Kunlun slaves looked exactly the same, talking and singing in harmony, trembling with fright, but they didn't have the slightest intention of running away.

Squeak.

The door of the study opened, and Su Mingyuan held his hands and looked at the two of them for a moment.

"Where did it come from?"

Poof!

The two Kunlun slaves knelt down neatly, kowtowed, and begged for mercy: "We are from the White Lotus Sect, and the sect leader received 10,000 taels of silver from the Lu family to kill Master Su." ”

The sword intent hangs around the neck, the killing intent is awe-inspiring, and you can explain it all without asking.

When the strength reaches the realm of two people, it doesn't hurt to betray the White Lotus Sect and sell the Lu family.

"Lu Jia......"

Su Mingyuan frowned slightly, thinking about what to do.

The Nine Clans can't use it every time, it will lose the deterrent effect, and it will also force the family dog to jump over the wall in a hurry, not only to implement the new policy, but also not to cause chaos in the world.

Only by mastering the balance can we succeed in reform.

After a moment of silence, he turned back to the study to write a recital.

The two Kunlun slaves were pardoned, and one of them spat black smoke in his mouth, ready to leave with his brother in his mouth, only to feel a chill in his neck, and then saw his and his brother's back.

The head fell to the ground, and the breath was cut off.

The sword light rolled up the pitch-black skull and the purple wrench, and slashed into pieces in mid-air.

……

Month.

The imperial court issued a new rule on acres of land, and those who report concealment and hold acres of land on behalf of others will be owned by the informant and fifty percent will be owned by the imperial court.

When this decree was first issued, it was of little use, and the local officials deceived the upper and lower levels, and the people had no way to report it.

Seeing this, the family family breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, they mocked Su Mingyuan with a strange yin and yang atmosphere, some things should not be delusional.

Unexpectedly, Yizhou was stupid and bold.

I went to the yamen to report it first, but I came all the way to the capital to report, and more than a dozen waves of bandits intercepted and killed him on the way, but they couldn't solve this person.

Stupidly and boldly knelt outside the imperial city, and reported the Lu family in Yizhou with ironclad evidence.

Hundreds of thousands of acres of land were hidden and held on behalf of the people, and even the name of the nominee holder was clear, so that Lu Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites pleaded guilty on the spot, claiming that the discipline of the clan was not strict.

The orthodox emperor remembered the past merits of the Lu family, and he was extrajudicial and gracious, and only punished the evil.

Stupidly and boldly divided more than 50,000 acres of land, and went home happily all the way.

The people of the world were in an uproar.

……

this day.

Mortuary backyard.

Li Ping'an sat cross-legged, and according to the records of the mixed yuan gong, he mobilized the qi and blood in his body.

Half an hour passed.

His legs were a little numb, but he still didn't feel his true qi, so he had to stop exercising.

"Dao Chief, this true qi is so difficult to practice?"

"Nine out of ten people in the rivers and lakes only exercise, not a joke."

Yan Chixiao said: "Even if there are two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, there are only a few true transmissions that can practice true qi. And most of them are after the forging is successful, the qi and blood are like mercury, which is much easier than ordinary people. ”

Li Ping'an was helpless, so he took advantage of Yan Chixiao's temporary residence in the capital and consulted Kunlun Mixed Yuan Gong.

As a result, there are no mistakes or omissions in the exercises, but they can't sense the true qi.

Yan Chixiao said: "To cultivate true qi, you must either accumulate and ponder slowly, or you are gifted and have a high level of understanding, and there is no shortcut. ”

"Take your time."

Li Ping'an is not in a hurry, the most important thing he lacks is time.

"Daoist Yan has been in the capital for so long this time?"

Yan Chixiao bowed his head and said: "It's almost time to be entrusted with something." ”

When the two were talking, they didn't pay attention to Zhang Yu who was listening in a daze next to them.

Simple and straightforward thinking, subconsciously following the operation route of mixed yuan gong, wisps of true qi breed in the dantian.

Qi and blood are extremely consumed, and the complexion is snow-white.