As soon as his mind moved, the stream of light spread in front of his eyes, outlining a picture that seemed to be illusory and illusory.
Yang Yu's expression was slightly dazed. In front of him was still the underground palace and the main hall.
The only difference is that there is only rolling magma in the iron pool but no molten iron.
In the light of the surging magma fire, an old man in a loose green shirt was leaning on his coffin to write. It was vaguely visible, and it looked like this picture of the tomb.
A slightly immature Taoist boy followed him and asked him curiously:
"Master, don't you admire 'Martial Saint Xuanying' very much? Why did you draw a picture of his tomb? If someone else gets it, won't he have no peace after death?"
"What I admire as a teacher is not Chen Xuanying, but his 'Three Dragon-Slaying Swords'. The two are not the same."
The old man put down his pen and ink and shook the parchment in his hand.
"Isn't it Chen Xuanying's martial arts that can kill the dragon with three swords?"
The little Taoist boy was slightly startled, a little confused.
"Nature is different."
The old man Yaran smiled:
"As a warrior, Chen Xuanying has excellent swordsmanship and can even compete with Zhang Yuanzhu, but as a king, he has great ambitions but little wisdom, and has no plans or decisions.
As a pioneer for the king, his huge foundation disappeared overnight. If that was all, that would be it. He enjoyed all the wealth and honor during his lifetime, and after his death, he built an underground palace and wanted to be buried alive. Such a person is not worthy of the respect of a teacher.
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The little Taoist boy seems to understand:
"But you are..."
"He was the pioneer of the king, and he was killed by Zhang Yuanzhu's 'Tiangang Fist' before his energy was dissipated, but he could just use his energy to suppress that 'Qing Nu'!"
The old man said and sighed slightly:
"It's okay if you don't see me, but if you do, you can't bear it..."
"Qingqing girl?"
The little Taoist boy scratched his head:
"You said that to get the rank of Qingnv, you have to have a severe drought for three years and travel thousands of miles across the country. Is it possible that someone will do it in the future..."
"The human heart is hard to fathom and the ocean water is hard to measure. Who can say clearly? What's more, who told you that only people can obtain the fruits of Taoism?"
The old man squinted his eyes slightly.
The little Taoist boy was horrified.
"In the myths passed down from ancient times, there are not only immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas, but also monsters and monsters..."
While speaking, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and dropped a bead into the rolling magma:
"I hope it won't be useful one day..."
call!
As soon as he finished speaking, the light and shadow in front of him suddenly shattered.
Yang Yu looked slightly dazed, stepped back from the Cauldron of Gluttony, and looked into the iron pond.
Four hundred years ago, the beads that Sanxiaosan threw into them were no more than the size of the belly of a little finger. Now, they are more than ten thousand times bigger?
"There has been a severe drought for three years, and the ground has been thousands of miles away... How come this young girl is similar to the 'drought demon' I heard about in my previous life?"
Yang Prison murmured in his heart.
It was mentioned on the stone tablet, but he didn't really care about it yet. Now that Sanxiao Sanren mentioned it again, he had to pay attention to it.
etc!
Suddenly, his heart jolted and he remembered something.
"Three years of severe drought, three years of severe drought..."
Yang Yu's expression suddenly became serious. Although he could not understand that human power could cause a land thousands of miles away to suffer drought for three years, he seemed to remember it.
There has been a severe drought in Deyang Prefecture for two years, and the number of people fleeing the famine has already reached one million.
"Could it be..."
Yang Yu's heart thumped.
After thinking about this, Yang Yu couldn't sit still. He took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote something in a hurry, and handed it to Xiao Wu, asking him to send it to the six gates of Qingzhou as quickly as possible.
"Tie Kaishan is told to send this letter to Qingzhou Station..."
"ah?"
Xiao Wu, who was wandering around, was startled. This was the first time he saw Yang Yu's solemn expression. He hurriedly accepted the letter and turned towards Mulin Mansion.
"I hope this Mr. Xu is not in vain..."
Yang Prison murmured in his heart.
There is no doubt that Sanxiao Sanren must be a Martial Saint. For him to be so solemn about his affairs, mention things over and over again and leave behind something, you don't have to think about it to know that it must be extremely terrifying.
With his current martial arts skills, even if he wanted to do something, he was unable to do anything, so he could only place his hope on the court.
"call!"
Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Prison slowly closed his eyes.
…
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As the sun rises and sets, Qingzhou City looks peaceful.
With the arrival of spring, caravans from various provinces and even other states are coming in an endless stream, and the whole city is glowing with new vitality.
Outside the city, the refugees are still building their own settlements in full swing.
Not far away, smoke curled up from the porridge shed, and the aroma of rice porridge could be heard in the distance. Qiu Zhanyu came in a hurry, but stopped.
The huge porridge shed was noisy, with people coming and going, and it was very busy. The porridge shed with tens of thousands of people was so huge, with hundreds of people cooking porridge, it was a little too busy.
"My lord!"
A guard in golden clothes walked slowly into the porridge shed. Xu Wenji, who had changed into a short jacket, was inspecting the porridge shed. Every pot of porridge was inspected one by one, and no one was allowed to enrich himself.
"What do the four families say?"
Seeing this royal guard, Xu Wenji asked.
This man's name is Qiu Zhanyu, he is the commander of Qingzhou Jinyi Guards, and he has been following him these days.
"There is no rejection on the surface, but it is not that simple to get them to let go."
Qiu Zhanyu immediately shook his head.
The resettlement of the refugees is more troublesome than imagined. It is impossible to provide porridge all the time. In the end, they still have to be self-sufficient.
Even if there is a work-for-relief program, the problem still has to be solved completely on the land.
However, the number of refugees is increasing day by day, and the wasteland that can be cultivated in Qingzhou is limited. If everyone really wants to have land to cultivate, the four major families must relent.
“Expected.”
Xu Wenji nodded:
"This matter cannot be urgent. Deyang Mansion's relief effort still needs them. It is really urgent, but it is not beautiful."
With his methods, it might not be impossible to make the four families spit out their land, but the disaster in Deyang Mansion was too serious, so he could only slow down his approach.
"Since you know they won't agree, why do you ask? Wouldn't it be better to just let them spit it out after the settlement?"
Qiu Zhanyu was in a bad mood.
How has he ever felt so cowardly?
If Xu Wenji hadn't refused, he would have taken action directly.
We must let this group of evil gentry know what it means to kill first and then show off, which is the royal power's special privilege!
"If the land is not taken out, the food will naturally have to be spit out."
Xu Wenji put away the chopsticks inserted in the rice porridge with a cold expression:
"But if you can't do it twice, they won't refuse you one after another."
"Nie Wendong, you really deserve to die!"
Qiu Zhanyu looked gloomy:
"The corpses are on a plain diet! All officials in Qingzhou below Nie Wendong should be killed!"
The imperial court was too far away, and water from far away could not quench the thirst nearby. It would be too late to wait for the imperial court to discuss specific disaster relief matters before dispatching silver and grain supplies to the various states.
Because the disaster in Deyang Mansion has lasted for two years.
But if Qingzhou officials were in charge of Qingming and reported the drought to the state government and the court at the beginning, how could it lead to such a disaster?
And there was even more hidden worry in his heart.
For such a huge disaster, the people in the Yamen did not report it, and there was no information from the six gates. That was all. The hidden secrets of their Jin Yiwei did not come back even a word.
He knew the meaning behind this very well.
"It should be killed, but it cannot be killed."
Xu Wenji sighed:
"If you kill them, how can you find so many people to fill the vacancies in a short time? Even if there are these people, how long will it take to liquidate them, take office, and become familiar with government affairs?"
Qingzhou has been in decay for too long. Nie Wendong's inaction has allowed local powerful people to grow bigger. Without the endorsement of the state government, it is not easy for county magistrates and palace lords to overwhelm local powerful people.
The disaster in Deyang Mansion restricted his hands and feet, making it impossible for him to rectify the officialdom immediately, so he could only temporarily use thunderous means to shock.
Qiu Zhanyu looked dull.
Why doesn't he understand this?
In fact, in the past two years, Jinyiwei has arrested countless officials, but in the end they only treated the symptoms rather than the root cause.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Is there a letter from Deyang Mansion?"
Xu Wenji asked.
"have."
Qiu Zhanyu took out the secret letter from his arms and handed it over.
Xu Wenji looked carefully and nodded involuntarily:
"The people under Fenghuang'er are not bad after all. The young man named Cao is also decisive. He forced the opening of the granary in the nearby county, which can solve the urgent need."
"Boss Qi has already led people there. Even if there is any trouble in Deyang Mansion, it will not be able to defeat his great demon-suppressing fist. In addition, Commander Yu has gone to seek bad luck from Lian Shengjiao, so there won't be any trouble for the time being."
Qiu Zhanyu comforted him.
After a major disaster, there will always be chaos. Hoarding, looting, burning, killing, and looting are often more harmful than the disaster itself.
Jinyiwei is more suitable than Six Doors.
"Dingyang borders Deyang, so we can take care of the bandits this time."
Xu Wenji said, his brows suddenly wrinkled.
I saw the postmen who had been left behind at the post station rushing towards me, shouting and screaming.
"What's the matter?"
Qiu Zhanyu's figure flashed and he had already lifted the postman over.
"Just now, an eagle swooped into the inn, carrying a letter, saying that it was extremely urgent and must be delivered to you as soon as possible."
The postman was breathing rapidly, obviously running very fast.
"Urgent emergency?"
Qiu Zhanyu frowned, took the letter, checked it, and handed it to Xu Wenji.
"A letter from Mr. Yang?"
Xu Wenji opened it and looked solemn.
Qiu Zhanyu's heart suddenly sank.
Before he could ask, Xu Wenji handed him the letter. He glanced at it and his pupils suddenly shrank:
"Three Smiles Sanren... Qingnu Daoguo?!"
The letter was short and concise, but it explained all the causes and consequences. With just one glance, Qiu Zhanyu could already see the seriousness of the matter.
My heart couldn't help but sink.
If someone is really refining the Dao Fruit, it would make sense that the Yamen, the Six Gates, and the Imperial Guards were all kept in the dark.
"It's really not a natural disaster..."
Xu Wenji slowly exhaled a breath:
"Xiaoqiu, please report this matter to Long Yuandao..."
"I understand the humble position..."
Qiu Zhanyu nodded solemnly, turned around and went to make arrangements.
With his position, of course he knows how terrifying the 'Dao Fruit Ceremony' is. Although they are a man-made disaster, they are even worse than a natural disaster!
"What a troubled time..."
Xu Wenji put the letter raft into the fire, and when he saw it turned into ashes, he turned his head and looked at the young postman:
"Xiao Li, please go to the state government office and ask Nie Wendong to summon the four people. Also, you didn't hear anything just now."