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"That's how it happened. At the calligraphy and painting test celebration banquet, I was torn apart with my collateral family. The world is so big that I have nowhere to go. I can only bring my younger sister to join you." Ji Chen patted the railing of Qijue Treasure Ship, excited He said, "It's really a helpless move. I also ask Brother Song to help the poor and help the poor, and take my brother and sister in!"

Song Qianji thought to himself, you smile like you picked up a hundred thousand spirit stones for nothing, what kind of "helpless act" does it look like?

When Ji Chen appeared, the outer disciples, including Meng Heze, were very nervous.

After all, his flying boat looks gorgeous and expensive, and when it breaks through the night fog, the wind is bitter and powerful.

But when Ji Chen took the flying boat and voluntarily jumped on their boat, this vigilance quickly dissipated.

——Behind him was a lovely girl with double buns, only thirteen or fourteen years old, well-behaved, with shallow dimples.

There are also two acquaintances Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng.

"It's you." Seeing the girl's familiar face, Meng Heze hesitated, "Are you the one who helped hand out colored notes off the court...Ji, Ji Xing?"

"It's me! Fellow Daoist Meng, do you still remember me?" The girl with the double bun brightened her eyes, and quickly approached him, as if she was looking at something strange.

Meng Heze backed away in fright.

The girl chuckled: "I didn't expect you to be so shy in the audience. I thought you were carrying colorful silk with you."

Meng Heze glanced at Song Qianji, intending to ask for help.

Song Qianji thought to himself, if you want to go this route to canvass votes, what can you do to meet fanatical audiences.

He coughed lightly: "You two, what's going on?"

Xu Wangshan smiled wryly: "Senior Brother Song, the story between us is longer. There is a bastard who borrowed our hands and gambled [-] spirit stones at the casino in Huawei City!"

"Not a hundred, not a thousand, exactly ten thousand." Qiu Dacheng added.

All the outer disciples were in an uproar.

"What are you betting on?" Song Qianji was also aroused.

"Bet on you!" Xu Kanshan said, "Just bet on who you will worship as your teacher. All the gamblers in the entire Huawei City have lost in a mess. Only that kid bet that you will not worship anyone, and let us win all the dealers. Ten thousand times ten thousand, one hundred thousand!"

Song Qianji thought to himself that there is still such a good thing, empty-handed white wolf.

Qiu Dacheng cried: "We became famous in the first battle, but we were blacklisted by all the casinos in Huawei City. There will be no more gambling in the future. If you don't let me gamble, you might as well kill me."

"What's even more frightening is that when the news reached Huaweizong, the Law Enforcement Hall wanted to arrest both of us and go to the Discipline Hall for a trial, saying why no one else won the bet. Only we two knew the inside information, and we obviously colluded with you. You left it behind. The traitor. In addition, on the night of the star picking platform, you were surrounded by Deacon Zhao, and we first reported to the eldest lady..."

Xu Wangshan scolded, "It's really difficult for us to tell each other. That kid ran away after throwing the spirit stone. We don't know his name, let alone his appearance. Who will believe this?"

This matter was so absurd that Song Qianji wanted to laugh when he heard it.

Where did the prodigal son guess what he was thinking, gamble with [-] spirit stones, throw them away, and cause so much trouble for others.

"There is always a charge for arresting someone, right?" Zhou Xiaoyun asked.

The outer disciples were all filled with righteous indignation.

"Yes! The crime is 'Tong Song'." Xu Wangshan smiled wryly, "The latest crime released by the Discipline Hall of Huawei Sect is still hot."

"Seeing that the situation is not good, we inquired about the direction that Senior Brother Song was going, and hurriedly ran away with the sword." Qiu Dacheng laughed, "I met Daoyou Ji who was riding a flying boat on the road, isn't it just a coincidence, who in the world doesn't 'pass Song' hahaha !"

Ji Chen muttered: "I'm not a disciple of Huawei Sect, but I came here aboveboard. I can't say whether I will take you two, but Brother Song will definitely take me."

Ji Chen believes that he and Song Qianji are true friends.

Although their friendship started with a misunderstanding.

However, the spirit of "participation is the most important thing in life" and "the harder you work, the worse you will be", only Brother Song in the world understands him.

"Senior Brother Song, you can take us with you, just buy the big one and get the little one away." Qiu Dacheng pointed to Ji Chen and Ji Xing, "Buy their two big ones and give us two small ones."

Song Qianji thought it was wrong, this was clearly a forced buying and selling.

"Do you know where I'm going?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Of course it's going to your fief! You have become a fairy official of a county at a young age, and you have a bright future!"

Song Qianji's expression turned cold:

"My fiefdom is called Qianqu County. Now that the water source is exhausted and the precipitation is scarce, where is the Qianqu? It is a place more terrifying than the desert or the Dead Sea. Poor mountains, bad water, and tough people..."

His tone was gloomy and exaggerated, saying that Qianqu County was more terrifying than the [-]th hell.

"Going there with me is no less than going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire."

So hurry up and take your sister to another place to play, and you two to another place to gamble.

After hearing this, Ji Chen showed a determined look of death:

"Hmm! Brother Song, you are the first real friend I made. Even if you are a good brother, you will be with me even if you are in the frying pan. No, fry me first!"

And Ji Xing blushed, cupped his face and said, "Wow, it's so romantic to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire with Senior Brother Meng."

Xu Kanshan said: "Brother Song has always been lucky, as long as he follows you, even if he goes to hell, he will have confidence in his heart."

Qiu Dacheng said: "Yes, it's better to be able to roll the dice with Lord Hades in hell than to be caught in Huawei Prison!"

"Well said!" Meng Heze praised, "Congratulations, you have withstood Brother Song's test!"

Song Qianji was taken aback, what did I test?

Seeing that the four newcomers made such a firm statement, the outer disciples applauded and welcomed them together.

The two sides talked freely and were cited as "our own people", and all they had to do was kowtow.

Between talking and laughing, there is a kind of generosity and heroism of "the world is not afraid", and a kind of optimism and open-mindedness of "starting from the beginning".

Only Song Qianji was still standing there in a daze.

According to the plan, he raised the entire county by himself.

Along the way, people brought more and more people.

Now I just hope that there is enough wasteland in Qianqu County to allow him to plant enough money.

The Qijue treasure ship was advancing at full speed.

Before I knew it, the stars fell and the night receded.

A round of rising sun jumped out of the sea of ​​clouds, and thousands of golden rays gushed out, illuminating every young face on board.

……

Qianqu County is located in the northeast of Tianxizhou.

The territory is vast, shaped like a jade belt, with a length of six thousand miles from north to south.

To the south is the great barren marsh where flying feathers can sink, and to the north is the poisonous barrier forest where fierce beasts haunt.

There is Tianzhu □ □ Mountain in the west, but Hongfu County is adjacent to the east.But the border is heavily guarded, and mortals cannot pass without the handwriting of the immortal official.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Ren, the No. 60 fourth celestial official of Qianqu County, stood on the tallest cloud building in the county, slapping on the railing constantly.

His face was distorted and his eyes were red, but it wasn't pain, but excitement.

Lao Tzu was finally able to leave this ghostly place, he shouted in his heart.

For a whole year last year, he had not made any progress in his cultivation, so he wrote to Zhao Fengzhu to complain, and the peak master asked him to endure and promised many resources.

Back then, it was a family secret to set up the Tianluo Spirit Absorbing Formation in Qianqu County to help the ancestors break through.

So since then, the immortal officials here have always been served by the confidantes of Master Zhao Feng.

Little is known about the current situation of Qianqu County.

Zhao Renben was prepared to endure another year of hard work, but he didn't know that things would turn around. Now he only needs to complete one last thing to be rewarded by Master Zhao Feng.

——Smooth handover with the newly appointed fairy officials.

This immortal official is not an ordinary monk, but a double genius, Song Qianji, who wrote the hero post and left the Star Picking Bureau, and almost became a saint's personal disciple.

He will break the convention and become the youngest immortal official with the lowest cultivation level in the entire Tianxi Continent, and even the entire cultivation world.

Zhao Ren forcibly suppressed his ecstasy, he had to stabilize Song Qianji who was difficult to deal with first, and he couldn't let this guy turn around and run away when he came.

How to consider the quality of a fiefdom?

Water and soil features and cultural wealth are secondary, the most important thing for monks, of course, is the offering of fireworks.

"Let me tell you that at noon tomorrow, every township, every village, every household must send out a person to come to the Immortal Temple in Tiancheng to worship the god statue."

There were more than a dozen people standing behind him, all of them looked respectful, lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, and heard the words in unison.

Zhao Ren thought for a while, and then added: "To welcome the new immortal officials, each village must offer ten heads of livestock weighing more than one hundred catties to the temple."

We must let Song Qianji see the sincerity of the people and the richness of the land.

The group of people responded again, obediently, like a group of diligent old scalpers.

Zhao Ren was satisfied: "Everyone has worked hard, let's all go down."

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Cultivators race against time, how can they have time to spend with ordinary people?

Although he is a fairy official, he has his own officials, officials, and military officers to take care of mundane affairs. Behind each official position is a prominent family and gentry from Qianqu County, so there is no need for him to waste time.

The "Old Scalpers" retreated silently, bowed their heads, walked very carefully, and did not make a sound.

But when they walked down the tall building and walked out of the fairy official's mansion.

Every time you take a step, your back straightens up and your steps get heavier.

Until the beautiful maidservants greeted him with lanterns, and the servants drove over.The street was illuminated by countless lights and crowded with more than a dozen gorgeous carriages.

The attendants are like clouds, and the golden lamps are like day.

The lights illuminate their expensive and gorgeous clothes and their dignified and disdainful expressions, and the humble "old scalpers" are completely transformed into majestic and wealthy "big shots" who hold great power.

They were quite critical of Zhao Ren's order.

The official said: "How can we make it at noon tomorrow? Some villages are located in remote places, and the journey is far away..."

"Use the flying magic weapon to pull it. By the way, pull their offerings into the temple!" A rich old man waved, "Sinong, see what taxes haven't been collected this year?"

A gray-haired old man hastily apologized and came out with a smile, but when he heard this, he said with a bitter face:

"Unfortunately, everything that can be collected this year has been collected, such as land tax, grass tax, city tax, poll tax, and labor tax..."

He reported forty tax names in one breath, without panting, and finally concluded:

"The common people have scraped off three layers of skin, and there is no more oil and water to scrape! It is still early in the autumn harvest, and the 'Xinfeng Tax' will not be collected anyway."

In the boundary of Qianqu County, ordinary people have to pay a "light tax" to light a lamp oil in the dark.

There was a silence.The night wind blew, the lights flickered, and everyone's eyes turned hard.

Si Jun gritted his teeth and said: "If the immortal officials want livestock, they must have livestock. If they can't make up enough, they will use human animals to pay off the debt!"