"Luo Zhishi, on the occasion of the Chinese New Year, you led a crowd to rush into the official residence. What was your intention?"
New Year's Eve should have been spent in hustle and bustle, joy, and tranquility until the morning light faded and the sun shone. However, at this time, hundreds of police officers stood in formation in front of the city guard's mansion, and the headman Pei Jian shouted angrily.
"What are my intentions? Liu Shifeng is a smuggler and a traitor. I serve the Holy Lord faithfully and that's why I came here. Are you trying to cause trouble?"
In the darkness, a group of angry censors in embroidered clothes walked out, led by none other than Patriarch Perak.
The surname of the great ancestor of Perak was Luo. In terms of official position and rank, he was indeed not as good as the city guard of the capital city. But when had the imperial censor of Xiu Yi ever cared about the superiority and inferiority of his subordinates?
A big hat, just snap it off!
Ever since Wang He died and the thieves escaped, Patriarch Pili completely exploded.
On the one hand, it was the pressure from the top that made him exhausted mentally and physically. On the other hand, it was the resistance from the local forces in Yuzhou City, which made the profit he gained far less than that of the other eight generals. For a time, he became a laughing stock among his colleagues.
If you take this opportunity to avoid an attack, when will you wait?
"A gentleman is magnanimous, but a villain is always happy!"
Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, within the mansion, a bright white aura of awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly burst out and shot straight into the sky.
The laws of nature are brilliant, and Confucianism and Taoism are the spirit!
"Um?"
Patriarch Pili's eyes darkened, showing fear.
Since the founding of civil and military affairs a thousand years ago, when Confucius and Sun Wu became saints, passed down the "Spring and Autumn Annals" and "The Art of War", and opened up the world of civil and military affairs, not only the power of the court was formed by it, but also the civil and military forces who had contributed to the country were protected by the general trend.
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Martial arts! Literary spirit!
This kind of power is not just a pure combat power, it cannot defeat the superior and be lawless, but it can protect one's body and life, and the country can feed back.
Those ministers who have done meritorious service to the country and the people, even if they are the emperor, cannot harm themselves rashly. There is no foolish loyalty saying that if the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers have to die.
And this became the biggest obstacle for Censor Xiuyi when he wanted to frame Zhongliang.
Just imagine that the untalented official children in Jingyang could force Wang He to retreat just by relying on the blessings of their ancestors. Liu Shifeng was the city guard. Once the literary spirit contained in it broke out, the ancestors of Pili had to weigh it.
There was a confrontation between Wen Qi in the mansion, and no one acted rashly for a while.
But in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of sinisterness, looking forward to something.
"Li'er, those embroidered censors are fierce and evil. This time a head-on conflict cannot be avoided. They represent the emperor's will. What should we do?"
However, no one could have imagined that Liu Shifeng, the great enemy in the eyes of Patriarch Perak and the highest administrator of Yuzhou City, was standing in the hall, with sweat on his forehead and narrowed eyes on his rich face.
The person he turned to for help was a young girl. She held Liu Shifeng's arm with both hands as a source of support: "Dad, Sage Kong has a saying: Serve the king with the Tao, and stop if you can't."
"Li'er means that I should resign?"
Liu Shifeng was startled: "But if I leave, the people of Yuzhou City will suffer!"
The girl shook her head slightly: "The treasure was lost, the censor was killed, and the Holy One blamed him. Even if dad can keep the position of city guard, the officials of Yuzhou City will inevitably have to change their blood. Instead of letting the censor of Xiuyi intervene at that time, change the officials.
, the common people who are fish and meat, why not cut it off now!"
Liu Shifeng understood: "What Li'er means is that by resisting the blame for the crime, Yu Shi can be saved in Yuzhou?"
The girl nodded.
The daughter who persuaded her father to resign was guaranteed to cause an uproar if word spread, but Liu Shifeng did not hesitate for long, nodded and said: "Okay! But you and your mother must stay in Yuzhou City!"
He was sacrificing one person to save a city, and if the censor in embroidered clothes could not succeed, he would definitely become angry and humiliated, and he might be harmed on the way to his resignation.
It's okay to be in danger yourself, but you must not harm your wife and daughter.
The girl shook her head firmly: "Wherever father goes, there is my daughter!"
Liu Shifeng was helpless: "Dad listens to you every time. You also listen to dad once, okay?"
"My daughter naturally listens to her father, but this time, I'm afraid those evil people won't follow her father's wishes!"
The girl raised her lips slightly and looked towards the backyard, with a hint of purple air appearing on her sleeves.
Whoosh!
The sword light shuttled back and forth, and the pure aura passed through the peaks, rocks and trees.
This is the authentic sword immortal spirit.
Drifting up with the breeze were three Taoist priests wearing green robes and Taoist crowns.
The figure is tall and straight, with a mundane appearance, with a simple wooden sword stuck on his back. The leader holds a compass in his hand, driving the breeze to flow, blowing the mist around the forest, and setting up the next formation.
Being able to arrange a large formation while moving between body shapes, with such accomplishments in formations, among the junior disciples of the nine major cultivating sects, only the Langfeng sect has this ability.
Since the establishment of the Shushan Sect thousands of years ago, the art of sword immortality has flourished, followed by internal and external elixir techniques, and then the art of formations, inheriting the wonders of divine texts.
Therefore, although each of the nine sects has its own expertise, almost every sect has the technique of flying swords.
Similarly, not all sects of cultivating immortals can avoid the world and isolate themselves from the world.
The Shushan sect and Tianyong City have the important task of subduing demons and protecting the world, but some sects either do their own thing and practice ascetic practices behind closed doors, or they have close ties with the secular world and even rely on offerings to maintain the operation of the sect.
After all, cultivating immortality and cultivating immortality are still done by humans.
This is the case with the Biyu Gate where Guanshi Qiu's son lives, and the same is true with the Langfeng Sect.
This great formation sect also has a very close relationship with the Censor of Xiuyi, and has sold many unique formation diagrams.
Wang He's plan of splitting the virtual formation is to exchange merit internally.
Now, Patriarch Pili has also invited disciples from the Langfeng Sect to enter the house, and his target is Liu Mansion.
The reasons are high-sounding.
He suspected that the real murderer of Wang He was hiding in the mansion.
As for whether others believe it or not, the Langfeng sect believes it anyway.
"Senior brother, the Censor of Embroidered Clothes died in a throw of Qiankun. Hundreds of Qiankun coins, what a huge amount of wealth, was squandered like this. It is really a waste."
"When we encounter the thief, we must strike first and never give him any room to counterattack!"
"good!"
The Liu Mansion was watching from a distance, and the three of them opened their lips slightly to communicate through voice transmission, with solemnity, regret, and a touch of irrepressible greed in their tone.
But they didn't notice that the backyard of Liu Mansion was shrouded in a lavender cloud at some point, and they could only hear a melodious music coming from afar.
The sound of the music was very low at first, almost non-existent, but it was low and continuous, like a gossamer floating in the wind, continuously.
After a while, the sound of the music increased, but it was still soft, like a harp but not a harp, like a zither but not a zither, like the clear call of an oriole or the morning call of a magpie.
The three disciples of the Langfeng Sect have lived in the deep mountains and swamps since childhood. They have also heard their elders use the mountains, caves and valleys as flutes, and use the streams and trees as strings to play boundless pure and mysterious music. However, they feel that this music is more sublime and magnificent.
, like the heavenly music.
The desires in their hearts were aroused, and in a trance, they seemed to be in the immortal class. Their eyes were immersed in joy, and they took a step forward, submerged into the purple mist, and disappeared.