Douluo's rotation of the five elements

Bibi Dong held her forehead in distress and changed the subject, "Are you already level 60?"

Wu Qingfeng and Hu Liena nodded in unison.

"Well! Nana is not in a hurry to add a soul ring. The first priority is to control the murderous aura in her body." Bibi Dong nodded, then turned to look at Wu Qingfeng, "What about you? What soul rings are you planning to add?"

"I don't know, but the God of Death asked me to go to the Grand Canyon of Death to find him at level 60. I want to rest for a few days and then set off." Wu Qingfeng said truthfully, and also wanted to take the opportunity to take a leave and go home.

"Yeah! Do you want me to send someone to escort you?"

Wu Qingfeng waved his hand quickly, "No, no, no, I've killed a lot of Contras. I don't want to have to be protected when I go out."

"It's up to you! Leave early and come back early." Bibi Dong couldn't see his little thoughts, and she couldn't hold back her turbulent heart!

Looking around, Wu Qingfeng asked doubtfully, "Where is Xu Yu? Why didn't you come to work?"

"Don't disturb him." Bibi Dong glared at him angrily and warned.

Wu Qingfeng smiled coquettishly, nodded slightly and said, "I won't take a married man to drink wine."

If he insists on taking me there, that's none of my business.Wu Qingfeng added in his heart.

"The system you proposed is good. There are not so many affairs in the Papal Palace now. They work in nine shifts." Bibi Dong pointed to the three 'cabinet ministers' who were looking down at the documents.

It’s so comfortable to have one day and two days off!If overtime dogs saw this, they would probably explode on the spot.

.......

Ten days later, it was almost noon, and the world was still dark. A mist of white mist filtered through the half-open wooden windows of Chunfeng Tower, brushing against the two naked bodies on the bed.

It's time to go home!

Wu Qingfeng's procrastination attack broke out, and he struggled to break free from the abominable seal of the bedding devil and sat up.

"Master Wu, please take a nap!"

Two smooth jade arms embraced Wu Qingfeng's strong waist from behind, her soft and delicate body pressed against his back, and her slender jade hands gently stroked the well-defined abdominal muscles.His pointed chin rested on his right shoulder, his red lips opened slightly, and he whispered softly into Wu Qingfeng's ear.

The refreshing morning breeze blew through the cracks in the window, blowing the silky yellow hair of the young courtesan, and the slightest fragrance penetrated into Wu Qingfeng's nose.

The softness on the back, the hot air on the ears, the fragrant wind on the tip of the nose, and the mischievous jade hands of the court lady, all aroused Wu Qingfeng's restless heart.

The most unbearable beauty grace!

Wu Qingfeng sighed inwardly, turned around and met the young lady's gaze with an evil smile, "You seductive little fairy."

Putting her moist red lips on it, her tongue flexibly pried open the 'door'.Turn over and press down roughly.

Half an hour later, the oiran lady collapsed, squinting her beautiful eyes in enjoyment.

"gone."

Wu Qingfeng was ruthless.He put on his coat, waved his hand, and left a bag of gold soul coins.

Outside Nancheng, at the horse boarding house, after more than a year, the little white horse was kept fat and white.

Seeing its master arriving, a trace of fear flashed in its eyes.

Is this going to become a sperm?

Wu Qingfeng looked at the little white horse with a smile and touched his chin.

A trace of soul power was injected into it, feeling the strong blood in its body, "Okay, Ma Zi. It has been 9 years of peak cultivation."

The little white horse seemed to understand the appreciation in his tone and snorted arrogantly.

The foster care fees here are really expensive. They dared to charge him 400 gold coins for two years.This is also a preferential price for internal members of Wuhundian.

Pooh!Profiteer, if I were fostered for another two years, it would be enough for me to go to Chunfeng Tower once.

Wu Qingfeng complained in his heart and reluctantly handed over the money.He climbed on his beloved little white horse and unleashed his power toward Notting City.

Less than two hours after traveling, the sky and the earth became darker and darker, dark clouds billowed in the sky, and raindrops fell like ox hair, tickling my face.

Because of the courtesan's efforts to persuade him to stay, Wu Qingfeng only ran out twenty miles before nightfall.

In this kind of ghost weather, the night is extremely dark, dark clouds cover the moonlight, and the fog surrounds the room, making it difficult to see even the fingers of one's hand. Ordinary people dare not go out.

Fortunately, there was a small village ahead where he could stay overnight. With Wu Qingfeng's eyesight, he could faintly see a faint light of fire swimming inside the village.

Strange, how come there are still people walking around in this damn weather?

Wu Qingfeng frowned slightly, patted the horse's upright butt, and urged it to speed up.

bang bang bang~

"Open the door! Old carpenter, if you don't open the door, I'll break the door down for you!"

A strong male voice sounded, with an extremely vicious tone.

So close to Wuhun City, are there still soul masters causing trouble?

Wu Qingfeng jumped off the horse with doubts, tapped the ground with his toes, and shot towards the fire.

The rain hit the ground, covering up the sound of his footsteps.

The two young men wearing light blue imperial official robes did not notice his arrival at all.

"What a bastard, what a bunch of untouchables, how dare you not cooperate with the empire to pay taxes." The tall, thin young man holding a torch cursed and kicked open the door. "If Wuhundian hadn't been watching, I would have really wanted to slap these bastards to death with one claw."

Holding a black umbrella, another imperial official who was slightly shorter than half a head in height but had a broad waist entered the house first.

Inside the house, the old carpenter huddled in the corner tremblingly, his body trembling violently, and he was protecting two young children in his arms, "Big...big...sir, this is a life-threatening situation! Our family really can't afford any money or food." Please give me some time, please!"

The tall and round official grabbed his gray and messy sparse hair and smiled scornfully, "Grace? I'm giving you grace, but who will give us grace? I have to collect taxes in your poor and remote place at night. If you dare not pay, I will tear you apart. House."

The old carpenter just kowtowed and murmured, "Sir, spare my life."

The two children huddled behind their grandfather, their four dark eyes full of fear, crystal tears welling up in their eyes, their little shoulders hunched, and they were holding back their mouths and not daring to cry.

The tall and thin official held a torch and looked at the two children with burning eyes. He smiled evilly and nodded in agreement, "This baby seems to be sensible. If he can't pay the tax, we will take him away."

Wu Qingfeng stood on the rooftop opposite and took in this scene. His chest was filled with blood and his eyes were filled with thick blood. The God of Death domain was released and pressed against the two subordinates.

The bone-chilling murderous intent almost froze the two officials.The originally fierce face was filled with fear.My legs were shaking unconsciously, and I didn't dare to move.

"I don't know which senior is here. We are Xia Yingcheng, the tax collector of the city lord's palace. Please show your respect."

The tall and thin young man still had some sense, so he pretended to be calm and revealed his identity to scare the visitors.But the wary tone had betrayed him.

Wu Qingfeng walked slowly into the house, glanced at the other party coldly, and said disdainfully, "City Lord? Is he the onion? If you dare to bully the civilians near my Wuhun City, then you can keep your life!"

After the words fell, before he could take action, the old carpenter became anxious and stumbled to Wu Qingfeng, hugged his thigh, and said excitedly, "Master Soul Master, you can't kill! You can't kill!"

Wu Qingfeng looked at the other party in confusion, squatted down and helped the old carpenter up.

"You can't kill me. We are officials of the empire. Killing officials of the empire is a crime of conspiracy. The entire clan should be killed. The empire will not let you go."

The murderous intention was imminent, and the tall and thin official had no brains, yet he dared to threaten him at this time.

Wu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and ignored the other party. He helped the old carpenter pat the dirt off his body. He softened his tone and asked softly, "Kill them. Are you afraid of the city lord's mansion's revenge?"

The old carpenter nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes full of pleading, "Sir, please go and don't kill them, otherwise our whole village will suffer."

Wu Qingfeng raised his eyes and looked around. Although this cabin was not luxurious, it was still nice and had everything it should have.All kinds of wooden furniture are extremely beautifully made.The conditions of the residents in Shrek Village are much better.

"Old man, it doesn't look like your family can't afford to pay taxes. Why don't you pay?"

The old carpenter's wrinkled face was full of desolation, and he let out a long sigh, "You don't know something, my lord. The old man's life was really good in the past. At least he had no worries about food and clothing. But since the year before last, the empire has... Taxes are raised for various reasons, and the most severe one is the soul master support tax. After a year of hard work, the two dollars we earned are not enough to pay the tax."

Soul master support tax?Wouldn't that only be collected from nobles?

Wu Qingfeng knew that soul masters below level 40 could go to the Wuhun Palace to receive subsidies every month. There were so many low-level soul masters that no one force alone could provide this huge expenditure for a long time. Neither can the Soul Palace.

In order to reduce the crime rate of soul masters, the Wuhun Palace united with all the nobles of the two empires to raise funds. The deacons of the Wuhun Palace in each city would go to the noble mansions every month to collect this fee, commonly known as the soul master support tax.

Now that the empire has spread the cost equally to civilians who don't have much money, why would the White Goose family do such a stupid thing?Or are you going to cause trouble?

Wu Qingfeng couldn't understand, but he had a vague feeling that it might not be that simple.

In a world without a cultivation system, if the royal family dared to operate like this, they would undoubtedly be seeking death.

Every minute, farmers working in the fields would stand up and shout, "The princes and generals will rather have their seed," or, if they were smarter, "Kaicheng welcomes King Chuang. When King Chuang comes, he won't pay for his food!" '.

It's a pity that in this Douluo world where there is a huge gap in power, peasant uprisings do not exist at all.

Not to mention Dugu Bo, a weapon that can be used to massacre a city. On the smaller side, an ordinary team of soul masters can easily defeat an army of hundreds of ordinary people.

No one cares about ordinary people who cannot practice cultivation. In the eyes of the nobles, these untouchables are just tools for paying taxes.

This is also the reason why the two empires can last for thousands of years.

They only need to turn the group of soul masters who have the ability to threaten the empire's dominance into vested interests, and the oppressed ordinary civilians will not be able to make a splash.

Wu Qingfeng frowned, cut off both men's arms with a sword, and said calmly, "Go away! Tomorrow I will go to your city lord's mansion to have tea in person."