In July, Qingliu County!

Outside the city of Qingliu County, a sea of golden yellow appeared, and the golden rice was full and strong, and the rice body was bent under heavy pressure. A fresh breeze blows, the rice paddies rattle, and the golden ocean ripples, layered on top of each other, which is fascinating and refreshing.

"Qingliu County has a big harvest this year!"

A simple ox cart creaked and creaked along the dirt road, driven by a middle-aged man with a good look, who shouted with joy as he looked at the endless sea of rice.

"Well, the look here has changed a lot. ”

On the ox cart, a man dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a gentle appearance and an elegant atmosphere, looked at the changes in Qingliu County in surprise.

"That's it, Mr. Lu, these are all the credit of Lord Song Yu, and Lord Song Yu has also improved the farm tools ....... ”

The man who was driving the car in front of him spat at the stars and proudly told Song Yu's great achievements one by one. Lu Yijian's eyes were quiet, listening to the man's narration and everything he was looking at in front of him. There are old farmers working in the fields, and you can see that their joy from the bottom of their hearts has sunk down from the disaster of a few months ago.

Lu Yijian naturally knows that Song Yu is a person, and in Rong County, I am afraid that there are few people who do not know Lu Dao. Song Yu was a descendant of the declining royal family, his father was a businessman, and later formed a righteous army to defeat the Qingzhou rebel army, and was named the county commander of Qingliu County. Unexpectedly, after only a few months of silence, he led the soldiers to break through Rongcheng and ordered the anti-thief Shen Tu to be the head.

Now he is the acting Taishou of Rong County, although he manages Rong County's duties. But anyone with a discerning eye knows that now the owner of Rong County is Song Yu. The imperial court had long been unable to control this, and the local counties finally withdrew their troops after more than a month of stalemate with the Li family. Now it's all in a state of silos.

Lu Yijian squinted his eyes slightly, folded his hands, and hung down his wide-sleeved robe in front of him. Although the Li family was recognized by the new emperor, the counties did not agree. But as long as the Li family survives this year, Song Cao's army of only more than 10,000 should be integrated and digested, and when the time comes, will anyone in the counties be able to resist?

Although Song Yu has talent. But after all, the foundation is too shallow, can it still resist the Li family's army? Thinking of this, Lu Yijian couldn't help frowning.

Rongcheng!

Song Yu walked slowly. At this time, above his head, the fortune was soaring into the sky, and the golden luck was very great. Although he was nominally an agent, he actually controlled the entire county. In addition, luck is not subject to the jurisdiction of the central court. Therefore, luck is not weaker than the normal county guard.

In the golden luck, a stout and slender golden python sprang out, and its broken gold eyes were full of majesty and nobility. On the top of the python's head, two small meat buns that are easy to ignore bulge, and there is a faint trace of clouds and mist on the body, with a trace of dragon charm.

"It seems that the rice is ripe and the harvest is ripe!"

Song Yu was dressed in a scholar's regular clothes, wearing a silver crown on his head, and he gestured. There is a touch of majesty and nobility, which is awe-inspiring. Song Yu looked at the sparkling lake in the distance and said softly.

"Your Excellency. It's harvest time!"

Behind Song Yu, He Shan and Zhang Shi followed. Zhang Shi was originally the county governor of Qingliu County, Song Yu saw that Zhang Shi had some talent, and after taking Rong County, he transferred Zhang Shi to the county as the chief bookkeeper.

Zhang Shi heard Song Yu's inquiry, and hurriedly stepped forward to reply.

"Well, you go down and personally preside over the opening of Qingliu County!"

Song Yu bowed slightly, his white and slender hands behind his back, and his voice was clear. This matter should be handed over to the newly appointed county magistrate, but Song Yu knew that these rice had been out of the category of ordinary grains, and it would definitely have a great impact at that time.

"No! I heard that the rice in Qingliu County is growing well, and I think it must be a good harvest. ”

Zhang Shi smiled slightly. He served as a county magistrate in Qingliu County for several years, and he has a strong affection for Qingliu County, and this errand is just right for him.

"Hmm!"

Song Yu nodded, and then waved the two away. After the two retreated, Song Yu stood alone in the Bihu Pavilion, guarded by guards in armor, which was daunting.

"My lord, there is a secret letter!"

In the blue lake, a soldier in pale red armor stepped on the waves, and the soldier came in front of Song Yu and held an envelope shrouded in a pale red light. This is a ghost mission, and the fastest way to transmit information between the counties is naturally the Shinto system.

Now Shinto is shrouded in many counties, and the Yin Division is all over the place, and any move in various places cannot escape the eyes of the Yin Division. Song Yu took the envelope, opened it, and skimmed through the information on it.

"Click!"

The envelope naturally shattered, turning into specks of light and disappearing. Song Yu waved away the ghost, and couldn't help but ponder in his heart. Li Ru'an actually died of a sudden illness, which is too strange. The two counties of Yiyang and Pingliang have not been merged into the Yin Division, and the deity has not yet spread there, and the gods cannot find out the specific situation, which also makes Song Yu a little depressed.

However, they seemed to have expected that Lee Seung-hong had slowly taken over power during this time. ”

Song Yu held his chin with his big hand, and the last time he contacted Li Ru'an, it was obvious that he was lucky, and there seemed to be no dead air on his body. It seems that it should be the root of the disease that fell during the start of the army. I heard that there were innate warriors participating in that battle, and it seems that what he said should be true, and the root of Li Ru'an's illness should have fallen at that time.

Song Yu thought for a moment and came to a conclusion. In recent months, Li Chenghong has slowly shown his extraordinary charm and talent, and has managed the two counties in an orderly manner, and the strength of the army has been continuously strengthened, and there is already a faint tendency to counterattack the counties.

The water of the blue lake is rippling, the aquatic plants are floating, and there are carp shuttling and spitting blisters. Song Yu twisted a stone, and with a bang, the water splashed, causing the carp to flee in all directions.

Pan Hao's divine soul sat cross-legged, and the six divine seats of the divine soul were hanging, as if the six rounds of the sun appeared in the sky, and there was a warm light sprinkled. During this time, Pan Hao won the sixth county city god position, but the divine soul was still pale yellow, and the divine light was more condensed. Pan Hao understands that as Shinto progresses, there will be more and more beliefs needed to advance.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the white lotus platform where the aura condensed under Pan Hao's feet suddenly shook, and the aura around him churned, and the aura rolled into Pan Hao's body. In Pan Hao's dantian, a holy white lotus holds a crystal inner dan, which is as big as a pigeon's egg, round and smooth, and crystal white.

Suddenly, the dantian lotus shook violently, and the holy and immaculate light was flourishing, and the inner pill supported by the lotus began to expand, and the momentum was gradually strengthening. Boom! A spiritual rain was set off in the dantian, and the inner dan finally stopped growing.

The true qi in Pan Hao's body went further again, reaching the late stage of pregnancy. The dantian inner dan emitted a holy light, and there were white clouds and mist multiply, and the glow was brilliant. The holy white lotus is swaying and shining, crystal clear, and the aura of the eight directions is nourishing the inner pill.

The injuries in Pan Hao's body were completely healed, and the pale golden blood flowed in Pengbai, which contained a mysterious amount of power, and a strong vitality stimulated, making Pan Hao's vitality even stronger.

Behind Pan Hao, a chaotic aura flowed, and there were eight worlds born in the chaos, and there were gods guarding the worlds in the worlds, and there was a divine light shrouded in them. These eight realms are quiet, slowly absorbing the chaotic aura outside and growing.

A thunderclap sounded in the chaos, and a mysterious small world was born out of the chaos. In this small realm, a god was born with a body shrouded in light. The god carried wings on his back, held a holy sword, and in the hazy mist, a majestic face could be faintly seen.

Pan Hao's three thousand spells of the gods have advanced again, opening up the ninth heaven and earth, and in the chaos, the nine gods are stationed in the Nine Directions Small World Realm, full of sacred and immortal charm. (To be continued......)