The current situation of Daqin Country is still mostly wilderness, and only a small half of the area is inhabited by humans. Therefore, the people of the eighteen provinces migrated to the three largest provinces, and then opened up a large area from the middle to settle down. What's more, the three provinces in front of Lingxian Province have already died in the disaster.

Luo Jiang then asked the young passers-by where the Qingyang City Governor's Mansion was located, and then walked on foot.

The Governor's Mansion is naturally located in the most conspicuous and central location of Qingyang City, and it is also the most extensive building in the city. The tall courtyard walls, the tall gatehouse, and several elite soldiers guarding it side by side, even at such times, preserved its majesty.

However, the heavily guarded Governor's Mansion was nothing for Luo Jiang, and he appeared in the courtyard wall in a flash, and walked straight towards the central hall.

Except for the withered trees and flowers, the effects of the disaster were barely visible in the Doge's Palace, and everything was in order. The maids and servants shuttled between the major halls, and Luo Jiang's spiritual sense swept through, and he could always easily avoid these ears and eyes between the lines.

Coming to the outside of the main hall of the Governor's Palace, the door was ajar, revealing several high-ranking officials of the Great Qinguo sitting inside, Luo Jiang stood in front of a window at will, and his spiritual sense swept in, taking in all the scenes.

Luo Qinghe, as the governor of Qingyang Province, is naturally the main seat sitting at the end of the center of the main hall. He was not wearing an official uniform, he was dressed in a Confucian shirt, and his face was white and beardless. I haven't seen him for five years, and his appearance hasn't changed much, but his temperament is very different, and he is less bookish than when he was a cabinet scholar, and he has increased his majesty.

"Fiddling with poetry and books is naturally different from being in a high position all the year round and taking charge of the military and government of a province. Luo Jiang nodded, and said in his heart: "Just like myself, if I don't cultivate the truth, where can I have the dusty temperament of this body?" Although it is not obvious among the cultivators, when I reach the world, I immediately feel like I stand out from the crowd. ”

On Luo Qinghe's right hand side, there is a middle-aged man wearing a reckless dragon robe with a graceful demeanor.

On both sides of the main hall, the seats are lined up in turn, and four people sit at each end. Eight middle-aged men, two in the front row with unicorns embroidered on their chests, and six in the back with cranes embroidered on their chests.

Qilin is the military attache governor, and Xianhe is the civil governor.

In a large hall, there are ten people, and there is a powerful prince of Daqinguo, three governors, and six governors. Of the eighteen provinces of Daqinguo, there are only eight governors and eighteen governors, and this alone accounts for one-third. Such a lineup is really surprising, which is not seen in normal times.

Luo Jiang listened to the discussion in the hall outside the window, it turned out that the people and officials of the eighteen provinces had migrated to the three provinces of Qingyang, Puyang, and Mingyang, and these people in the hall were the officials of other provinces living under the "fence" of Qingyang. The prince is the prince of Qin, the qilin on the left is the governor of Nanyang Province, and the qilin on the right is the governor of Xiling Province.

However, these officials obviously did not have the consciousness of sending people under the fence, but united to divide the power of Luo Qinghe.

Luo Jiang heard a slightly unexpected news again, the capital of Daqin Kingdom was very unfortunate to enter several foundation building stage mutant cultivators, and almost all of the royal family suffered. In this way, the regime of Daqinguo may be reorganized, and before the disaster has passed, these people will even begin to gather strength to accumulate strength for the future struggle for imperial power.

To accumulate strength, one is to win over the officials of the provinces, and the other is to win over those who hold heavy troops. After hearing about it for a while, Luo Jiang learned that the three elite legions of the Great Qin Kingdom, the commander of the Mobei Army and the Governor of Puyang are clan relatives, so they naturally support the Governor of Puyang, and the Beijing Legion supports the Qin Wang Ye who survived. After all, Luo Qinghe is deeply rooted in Qingyang, has military power in his hands, and has many provincial officials and people who need his protection, and he has a very heavy weight.

The Governor of Xiling stood on the side of Prince Qin, and the Governor of Nanyang was a lobbyist sent by the Governor of Puyang.

Luo Jiang just listened to these things casually and didn't care, and after half an hour, the officials in the hall seemed to have finished their discussions, and they all got up from their seats.

Luo Jiang's figure flashed, appeared on the avenue a few zhang away, and walked forward, making the posture that he had just come here and was walking towards the main hall.

Luo Qinghe sent several officials out of the hall and saw Luo Jiang coming.

Although Luo Jiang has changed greatly, the father will never admit his mistake when he recognizes his son, and he has a sense of familiarity at a glance, and then carefully identifies it, and then knows who Lu Dao is.

Luo Qinghe's body shook and he was a little excited. After five years of no news, he stood in front of him again.

Luo Qinghe said to several officials around him: "Colleagues, let me introduce you, this is a certain young son." Luo Jiang, I have seen several adults, this is Lord Qin, this is Lord Xia, the governor of Nanyang Province, this is Lord Hu of Xiling Province, and this is Lord ......"

Luo Qinghe carefully introduced them one by one, but Luo Jiang didn't listen to them one by one, and even was obviously careless, after Luo Qinghe's introduction was completed, when several officials were waiting for Luo Jiang to see the ceremony, Luo Jiang just nodded lightly and said, "Prince, minister, I am Luo Jiang." ”

Luo Jiang's move really responded to the sentence, "Light prince, slow prince".

Hum!

Several governors snorted coldly, brushed their sleeves and left, and the governor of Nanyang Province, Lord Xia, said, "Lord Luo's tutor is really eye-opening, and he has been a scholar for many years in vain." ”

Watching the back of the governor disappear, Luo Qinghe glanced at Luo Jiang, stroked his sleeves, and said indifferently: "That's it, it's not harmonious, and it's still like this when you treat them with courtesy." I don't know if the disaster can pass, so I have to think about something else, and be ashamed. ”

Luo Jiang followed Luo Qinghe on the road, and Luo Qinghe spoke: "Don't ask where you went, it's a blessing to survive this disaster." After a while, the officials in the city and the young lady of the family will collectively apprentice to the immortals in the city, this is a very difficult opportunity to win, so you can join us. ”

"Apprentice?" Luo Jiang was stunned.

Luo Qinghe waved his hand and said involuntarily: "It's decided, for you, this is an opportunity." Although it is not certain whether you can apprentice or not, go ahead and give it a try. ”

"You go and prepare. Luo Qinghe strode away, leaving Luo Jiang with a stunned face.

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In the entire Daqin Kingdom, there were eight governors, eighteen governors, and officials above the prefect level, and how many families were there?

What is the total number of the children of these officials and the children of the family?

Luo Jiang finally saw it. Although only a third of these total were seen, there were hundreds of people.

On a square in Qingyang City, a large number of people in Wuyang, Luo Jiang was mixed in with an excited young lady, and there was only a wry smile.

"I'm just idle to come here. Luo Jiang said in his heart, if Luo Qinghe hadn't stared at this side a few times, he would have slipped away a long time ago.

"Why can't you see the excitement?"

Beside Luo Jiang, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, baby-faced little girl looked at him curiously, and asked suspiciously, "Are you different from them?"

Luo Jiang smiled, "What's the difference?"

The girl's little finger tapped her chin and shook her head cutely, "I don't know." ”

After a pause, Luo Jiang looked at the water droplets sticking out of the tip of the girl's nose and said, "Are you nervous?"

The girl nodded, "Yes, Daddy said that the possibility of being able to apprentice is very low, many people have tried it before, and I don't know if I can do it." ”

Luo Jiang's spiritual sense swept over, and found that the girl in front of him was a wood attribute spiritual root, and it seemed that her talent was not bad, so he encouraged at the moment: "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to." ”

"Really?" The girl raised her eyes in surprise, saw Luo Jiang nodding, and said happily: "I believe in you." ”

In the crowd, there was another charming woman, about twenty-five years old, who also noticed her when Luo Jiang's spiritual sense swept by. This woman is the daughter of the second lady and Luo Jiang's sister. It's just that what Ling Luojiang didn't expect was that she was extremely charming, and she was not much more reckless than the red junior sister of Jin Ruifeng of Cuiweimen. attracted the attention of many sons, many of whom were slightly short of breath after seeing her.

Before Luo Jiang could move, this woman actually took the initiative to walk over to Luo Jiang and said, "I saw you talking to your father just now, which son are you?"

"Luo Jiang. ”

"Luo ...... Luo Jiang?!"

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, "Why are you? When did you come back?"

Luo Jiang said lightly: "I just came back." Okay, the cultivators are here, don't speak. ”

The woman turned her gaze away, and sure enough, she saw a group of about fifty cultivators in front of the square coming over, their eyes cast from a beautiful eye like autumn water, and swept over Luo Jiang, but they didn't dare to speak.

Luo Jiang's eyes swept over and found that the vast majority of the cultivators who came were cultivators in the middle of the Qi cultivation period, and there were only three monks in the late stage of the Qi cultivation period, and there were actually five of them who were early stage cultivators. I couldn't help but laugh at the moment, "Beginner monk, I haven't figured out the problem of my own cultivation, so I'm going to accept apprentices?"

The cultivators' cultivation is different, the age is from young to middle-aged half a hundred, three late monks are two young people, five early monks are half a hundred people, but three long beards, pine green robes, but fairy wind bones, if you can't keep it, you have a clumsy eye to choose them, crying and begging to apprentice, but after the real apprenticeship, you have to cry even more.

"Your mother's own cultivation has not been figured out, why are you accepting me? I have no status at all with you, and I have to salute anyone I see, and I am called Immortal Chief. ”

Hundreds of young ladies were immediately solemn, although their eyes were hot, but they didn't dare to whisper.

A group of officials and people from the family in front looked at their children with anticipation, looking forward to the success of their apprenticeship.

Thinking that the clerk came out of the queue and shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, please meet the immortal chief first." After that, the immortal chief will check the spiritual root for you and the others, and decide whether there is any possibility of cultivation. ”

The clerk's voice fell, as if it was an autumn scientific examination, and the examiner said, "The exam begins." The young ladies around Luo Jiang suddenly became nervous, although everyone thought that they were the pride of the sky, but they were also worried when they heard that there were very few people who had spiritual roots.

"Meet the Immortal Chief!" everyone bowed together and said respectfully.

However, Luo Jiang didn't bow down, his thin and tall figure was very eye-catching in the crowd that was a little shorter, and suddenly, the eyes of countless people in front of the square fell on him.

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