"This kind of loser, who pretends to be fake, bullies the weak, bullies the weak and fears the strong, is he worthy of being an official?"
"And those people who were just trying to flatter you are not good birds!"
Fan Zhongtian became angrier the more he thought about it.
He took out a Nokia mobile phone and made a call.
"Mr. Fan, what can I do for you?"
A gentle and elegant voice came from the phone.
"Humph, Yi Shuheng, you, a person in power in Jinling, are acting a bit irresponsibly."
Fan Zhongtian was not polite and told everything that had just happened.
The end.
Fan Zhongtian said impatiently: "That's all, fire all these people, and that TV station, it must be rectified, don't leave any mark, do it now."
"Ahem."
He coughed a few times on the phone: "Mr. Fan, this is already the sixth batch of office-bearing officials that I have fired, from the Ministry of Environmental Protection and Health, the Ministry of Education and Security, the Department of Urban Management, the Landscaping Department..." "Don't talk to me about those useless things.
of."
Fan Zhongtian curled his lips and said indifferently: "You just need to know one thing, morality is not worthy of it, people like this are the moths of Jinling City."
"If you don't remove it, the moths will continue to eat the lifeblood of Jinling City."
"A thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest. Your Yi family can be regarded as a family of officials for generations. Why, now that life has improved, have you forgotten the ancestral precepts of your Yi family?"
"..." The other end of the phone fell silent.
After a while.
"I know Mr. Fan and will deal with it later."
The voice on the phone became much more solemn.
"Well, go ahead."
"I'm going to find a job again first. There's a shortage of garbage sorting managers in the street next door. Alas, old man, I still have to learn garbage sorting. I'm very worried."
Fan Zhongtian muttered something and then hung up the phone.
And at this time.
Jinling City Municipal Hall, in Office No. 1.
A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face was sitting on a chair, listening to the busy signal from the phone. He smiled bitterly, shook his head, and put down his phone.
Then, the man's eyes focused on the red flag on the corner of the table.
After observing for a long time, he raised his eyes again and looked at a copybook hanging on the wall.
"The ancestral teachings of the Yi family."
"Officials serve the people, and the people are the foundation. If you consolidate the foundation, you will make the country strong; those who are in power in the Yi family should sit in their positions and fulfill their responsibilities. The officials will be upright and the law will be upright, and they will have a clean breeze."
Yi Shuheng looked at the calligraphy on the wall, his expression gradually becoming more serious.
Make a call.
Not long after, two men wearing dark prosecutor uniforms knocked on the door and entered.
"Set up an investigation team to strictly investigate Deputy Environmental Sanitation Bureau Zhao Yongyang and his party members, conduct a surprise inspection, and I will sign an administrative order to strictly investigate his assets and the source of his family members' assets."
"And his accomplices will be investigated strictly."
"The general person in charge of Xinjin TV Station has been dismissed, and the entire TV station has been rectified..." Yi Shuheng said in a calm tone, issuing one order after another.
The two prosecutors looked at each other and saw shock on each other's faces, because in the past two months, Yi Shuheng, as the top leader of Jinling City, had dealt with several big fish.
Almost every time, a large group of people would be found.
The officialdom of Jinling can be said to be in a state of flux.
...The outskirts of Jinling.
Guanglin Mountain.
At this time, Guanglin Mountain was in a mess, with cliffs collapsing, rivers flowing backward, and all the mountains and forests within a few hundred meters being razed to the ground.
The air was filled with violent spiritual energy fluctuations.
Huh! Tang Ming flew in from the sky, closed his eyes to explore the surroundings, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Xiang Zongping's body and spirit were both gone.
"Although Xiang Zongping is a weakling in the Nascent Soul Realm, he still has an advantage in the realm."
"But the monks on Earth seem to pay more attention to physical cultivation than to spiritual cultivation."
Tang Ming murmured to himself, reflecting on the life and death fight just now.
The Shura Sword Domain and the One-Horned Flood Dragon can only act as a suppressor. What really causes fatal damage is the Black Dragon Soul, which mainly attacks the divine soul.
Of course, the three divine soul formations he used were also extremely crucial.
Lock the yuan, lock the soul.
Trapped spirit, bound spiritual power.
Forbidden God, imprisoned the soul.
With Tang Ming's Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, it was extremely difficult to transfer these three divine soul formations into the body of a Nascent Soul Realm strongman, but Xiang Zongping took the initiative to send them to his door, wanting to capture them alive.
This gave him a chance.
These three divine soul formations are specifically aimed at the divine soul Yuanying in the Nascent Soul realm, and then the black dragon soul splits into a wisp of its own divine soul and explodes.
This is equivalent to an explosion around the oil tank. Even a small explosion can cause violent vibrations.
"In general, I have all the means now and can fight against the ordinary Nascent Soul Realm, but if I want to kill the opponent, there are too many objective factors."
"If you encounter a strong person in the Nascent Soul Realm, you will definitely lose."
Tang Ming's eyes sparkled.
At this time, deep in the river, a wounded one-horned dragon came across the water and lay in the shallow water. Blood flowed from the cracks in its scales, dyeing the large area of water red.
"Thanks a lot."
"Here are ten Blood Lotus Pills, Yunling Yuan Yuan Pills, and five high-grade spiritual stones. You can use them to nurse your injuries."
Tang Ming waved his sleeves, and his abundant cultivation resources spurted out.
The one-horned dragon suddenly became excited and swallowed these pills and spirit stones in one gulp, and his dim eyes immediately brightened up.
The dragon's vitality is extremely tenacious. This kind of external injury is not serious, and with the cultivation resources to repair it, it can be fully recovered in less than half a month.
"Go ahead and take this time to meditate and recuperate."
Tang Ming waved his hand.
The one-horned dragon swung its body, stirred up water waves, and quickly disappeared into the vast river.
"Roar -" the Black Dragon Soul groaned a little aggrievedly.
"Okay, don't be aggrieved. I will remember you for your great contribution this time, and I will compensate you with good things in the future."
Tang Ming threw out a few pills and walked towards the depths of Guanglin Mountain.
After walking through the dense forest for more than half an hour, he finally found a quiet valley, which was the place Chu Song mentioned.
When the direct members of the Chu family were hunted by Yaowang Valley, Chu Song's eldest brother fled here. Knowing that he could not escape, he hid his things and lured the enemy away.
"It's in the southeast of the valley, at the end of the stream..." Tang Ming strolled to the end of the small stream, stamped his foot, and the powerful force knocked down all the surrounding stones.
Deep within the rocks.
An ebony box is placed.
"Um?"
Tang Ming's eyes flashed, and he saw that this ebony box had several small holes that had been chewed, and even when the stone was broken open, several soul-eating insects broke away and fled.
Qiang! Shura's flying sword stirred, splitting the sandalwood box open with one sword, but there was a sound of gold and stone colliding inside.
The sandalwood box cracked.
internal.
A beetle fossil the size of an egg lay peacefully in the middle of the box. There was a white light on the back of the beetle fossil, which was the mark made by Shura's flying sword previously.
Visible to the naked eye, this mark was repaired quickly.
"Chi chi chi..." The soul-eating insects scattered around rushed towards Tang Ming like crazy, as if they were protecting the beetle fossils.
"Is this the soul-eating mother worm?"
Tang Ming was shocked and stared at the beetle fossil in the sandalwood box.