The first cause of all realms

Chapter 163 Three Smile Sanren's Backhand...

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With a thought, the streamer spread in front of my eyes, outlining a picture that seemed illusory and illusory.

Yang Ju's expression was slightly in a trance, the underground palace and the main hall were still in front of him.

The only difference is that there is only rolling magma in the iron pool but no molten iron.

In the flames of the surging magma, an old man in a loose blue shirt was writing in his coffin, which could be seen faintly, like this picture of the mausoleum.

A slightly immature little Taoist boy followed him and asked him curiously:

"Master, don't you admire 'Martial Sage Xuanying' very much? How did you draw the picture of his tomb? If someone else gets this, wouldn't he have no peace after death?"

"It is not Chen Xuanying who is admired by my teacher, but his 'Three Swords of Dragon Slaying'. The two are not the same."

The old man dropped his pen and ink, and shook the parchment in his hand.

"Killing the Dragon Three Swords, isn't it Chen Xuanying's martial arts?"

Xiao Daotong was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled.

"Nature is different."

The old man Yaran smiled:
"As a warrior, Chen Xuanying's swordsmanship is superb, and he can even compete with Zhang Yuanzhu, but as a king, he has great ambitions but little wisdom, and he has no plans and no decisions.

So much so that he became the pioneer of the king, and his huge foundation disappeared overnight.If that's all, that's all.He enjoyed all the wealth and honor during his lifetime, and after his death he built an underground palace and buried alive people, such a person is not worthy of respect as a teacher. "

Xiaodaotong seems to understand but not understand:
"But you are..."

"He is the pioneer of the king, and he died under Zhang Yuanzhu's 'Tiangang Fist' before he lost his energy, but he can just borrow his energy to suppress that 'green girl' in Yizhen!"

The old man said with a slight sigh:
"It's fine if you don't see it, but if you encounter it, you can't bear it..."

"Young girl from the town?"

Little Daoist scratched his head:

"You said that if you want to get the rank of young girl, you must have three years of severe drought and thousands of miles of bare land. Is it possible that there will be people in future generations who will..."

"People's hearts are unpredictable, and the sea is difficult to measure. Who can tell clearly? What's more, who told you that only people can get the fruit of Dao?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xiao Daotong was terrified.

"In ancient myths, there are not only immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas, but also ghosts and monsters..."

While speaking, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand, and threw a bead into the rolling magma:

"I hope it won't be useful one day..."

call!
At this point, the light and shadow in front of him immediately shattered.

Yang Ju's expression was slightly in a trance, he retreated from the cauldron of gluttony, and looked into the iron pool.

400 years ago, the bead that Sanxiao Sanren put into it was only the size of a little finger, but now it is more than ten thousand times bigger?
"Three years of severe drought, thousands of miles of red land... How is this young girl similar to the 'Hanba' I've heard of in my previous life?"

Yang Ju murmured in his heart.

He didn't pay much attention to a sentence mentioned on the stele, but now that Sanxiao Sanren mentioned it again, he had to pay attention to it.

and many more!

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he remembered something.

"Three years of drought, three years of drought..."

Yang Ju's expression suddenly became serious. Although he couldn't understand that manpower could cause a thousand miles of drought for three years, he seemed to remember.

Deyang Mansion has been in severe drought for two years, and the number of people fleeing famine has already reached one million.

"Shouldn't it be..."

Yang Jue's heart clicked.

After reading this, Yang Ju couldn't sit still anymore, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote something hastily, and handed it to Xiao Wu, asking him to send it to the six gates of Qingzhou as quickly as possible.

"Admonish Tie Kaishan to send this letter to Qingzhou Station..."

"what?"

Xiao Wu, who was wandering around, was startled. It was the first time he saw Yang Jue's solemn expression. He hurriedly received the letter, turned around and walked towards Mulin Mansion.

"I hope that this Mr. Xu is not in vain..."

Yang Ju murmured in his heart.

Sanxiao Sanren must be a martial sage without a doubt, the thing that can make him so solemn, mention it again and again and leave behind, is extremely terrifying without even thinking about it.

With his martial arts at this time, even if he wants to do something, he is powerless, so he can only pin his hopes on the court.

"call!"

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Juan slowly closed his eyes.

……

……

As the sun rises and the sun sets, Qingzhou City is peaceful.

With the arrival of spring, caravans from various prefectures and even other states also came in an endless stream, and the whole city glowed with new vitality.

Outside the city, the refugees are still building their shelters, which is in full swing.

Not far away, the cooking smoke from the porridge shed curled up, and the aroma of rice porridge could be heard in the distance. Qiu Zhanyu came in a hurry, but stopped in his tracks.

The huge porridge shed was noisy, people were coming and going, it was very busy, the porridge shed with tens of thousands of people was huge, hundreds of people were cooking porridge, and it was a bit overwhelming.

"My lord!"

A Jin Yiwei walked into the porridge shed slowly, and Xu Wenji, who had changed into a bunt, was inspecting the porridge shed. Every pot of porridge had to be inspected one by one, and no one was allowed to enrich himself.

"What do the four of you say?"

Seeing this Jinyiwei, Xu Wenji asked.

This person, named Qiu Zhanyu, is the commander of Qingzhou Jinyiwei, and has been following him these days.

"There is no rejection on the surface, but it is not that simple to let them go."

Qiu Zhanyu shook his head immediately.

The resettlement of refugees is more troublesome than imagined. It is impossible to give out porridge all the time, and they are still required to be self-sufficient in the end.

Even if there is work-for-relief, to completely solve the problem, it still has to fall on the land.

However, the number of refugees is increasing day by day, and the wasteland that can be reclaimed in Qingzhou is limited after all. If everyone really wants to have land to cultivate, the four families have to let go.

"As expected."

Xu Wenji nodded:

"This matter can't be rushed. They are still needed for the relief of Deyang Mansion. It's really urgent, but it's not beautiful."

With his means, it may not be impossible to let the four great families spit out their land, but the disaster in Deyang Mansion is too serious, so he can only slow down.

"Since you know they don't agree, why do you ask? Wouldn't it be better to let them spit it out after the liquidation?"

Qiu Zhanyu was in a bad mood.

Where has he ever been so useless.

If it wasn't for Xu Wenji's disapproval, he would have done it directly.

We must let this group of evil gentry know what it means to kill first and play later, the imperial power franchise!
"If the land is not taken out, the food will naturally have to be spit out."

Xu Wenji put away the chopsticks stuck in the rice porridge, with a cold expression:
"It's one thing, they won't refuse one after another."

"Nie Wendong, damn it!"

Qiu Zhanyu's face was gloomy:
"Vegetarian meal in the corpse! All officials in Qingzhou below Nie Wendong should be killed!"

The imperial court is too far away to quench thirst. It is too late to wait for the imperial court to discuss the specific disaster relief matters before dispatching the state's silver and grain.

Because the disaster in Deyang Mansion has lasted for two years.

But if the officials in Qingzhou were governed by Qingming, and the drought was reported to the state government and the court at the beginning of the drought, how could it have caused such a catastrophe?
And in his heart, there is even more hidden worry.

Such a catastrophe, the people in the yamen did not report it, and the six gates did not have any information.

He knew exactly what it meant.

"It should be killed, but, it can't be killed."

Xu Wenji sighed:
"Kill them, how can we 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, take office, and become familiar with government affairs?"

Qingzhou has been corrupted for too long, and Nie Wendong's inaction has allowed the local tyrants to become bigger. Without the endorsement of the state government, it is not so easy for the county magistrate and mansion master to overwhelm the local tyrants.

The disaster in Deyang Mansion bound his hands and feet, making him unable to rectify the administration of officials in the first place, so he could only temporarily use thunder to frighten him.

Qiu Zhanyu looked blank.

Why doesn't he understand this truth?
In fact, in the past two years, Jin Yiwei has arrested many officials, but after all, they are treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Is there a letter from Deyang Mansion?"

Xu Wenji asked.

"Have."

Qiu Zhanyu took out the secret letter from his pocket and handed it over.

Xu Wenji looked carefully and nodded involuntarily:
"Fenghuang'er's people are not bad after all. The young man surnamed Cao is also decisive. Forcibly opening the granary in the nearby prefectures and counties will 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 Fist. In addition, Commander Yu has already gone to look for the bad luck of the Lian Shengjiao, so there will be no trouble for the time being."

Qiu Zhanyu comforted him.

After a catastrophe, there must be a catastrophe. People who hoard, block roads and loot, burn and kill looters are often more harmful than the disaster itself.

Jin Yiwei went, but it was more suitable than Six Doors.

"Dingyang and Deyang are bordering each other. This bandit suppression can be taken care of by the way."

Xu Wenji frowned suddenly as he spoke.

I saw the postmen staying behind at the post station yelling and rushing over.

"What's the matter?"

With a flash of Qiu Zhanyu's figure, he had already brought the postman over.

"Just now, a feathered eagle rushed into the post station, carrying a letter, saying that it is extremely urgent and must be delivered to you as soon as possible."

The postman was short of breath, obviously running very fast.

"Is it urgent?"

Qiu Zhanyu frowned, took the letter, checked it, and handed it to Xu Wenji.

"Boy Yang's letter?"

Xu Wenji opened it and looked at it, his expression suddenly became serious.

Qiu Zhanyu's heart suddenly sank.

Before he could ask, Xu Wenji had already handed him the letter. He glanced at it, and his pupils shrank immediately:
"Sanxiao Sanren... Qingnv Daoguo?!"

The letter was short and concise, but it explained the cause and effect in full. With just one glance, Qiu Zhanyu had already seen the seriousness of the matter.

My heart sank involuntarily.

If someone is refining Dao fruit, the Yamen, Liufanmen, and Jinyiwei are all kept in the dark, it makes sense.

"It really wasn't a natural disaster..."

Xu Wenji let out a breath of foul air slowly:
"Xiao Qiu, please report this matter to Long Yuan Dao..."

"Humble job understands..."

Qiu Zhanyu nodded solemnly, turned around and went to make arrangements.

With his position, he certainly knows the horror of the 'Dao Fruit Ceremony'. Although they are man-made disasters, they are even more powerful than natural disasters!
"A troubled autumn..."

Xu Wenji stuffed the letter raft into the fire, and seeing it turned into ashes, he turned his head and looked at the young postman:
"Xiao Li, please go to the prefectural office and ask Nie Wendong to summon the four great masters. Also, you didn't hear anything just now."

The postman was shocked and hurriedly responded:

"Li Chuang understands!"

　Hmm... keep typing.

　
(End of this chapter)