Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Beijing, Jiaofang Division.

Liang Jian, the new capital judge, was listening to music in the oiran's room.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Your Majesty, Judge Du, there is someone looking for you downstairs. He said he is Zhao Jinyan, Zhao Douzhi's nephew."

"Which Zhao knows?"

"The one who has never been promoted for decades, Zhao Mu and Zhao both know."

"Who?" Liang Jian's voice suddenly rose: "You didn't admit your mistake?"

"It shouldn't be wrong. He came with the certificate of the magistrate of Zhaodu."

"Okay, you take him to the front hall first, I will go down after a while."

"Yes, sir."

People outside leave.

Liang Jian stood up and tidied his clothes, feeling full of surprise.

The name Zhao Mu is simply legendary in Jiaofangsi.

When other people are officials, they all have their heads sharpened and climb up, fearing that they will be stepped on by their colleagues if they climb slowly.

But that one is better. He has been a subordinate for decades and never gets promoted. There is no one like Xianyun Yehe who has reached this level.

Although it has been ten years since Zhao Mu left, people in the Jiaofang Division still mention this name from time to time after dinner.

lobby.

When Liang Jian walked in, he saw a young man drinking tea. His eyebrows looked very similar to those of Zhao Mu back then.

"Are you Zhao Douzhi's great-nephew?" he asked.

Zhao Mu stood up, saluted, and handed over his official certificate: "Junior Zhao Jinyan, I would like to pay my respects to the Judge. Zhao Mu is my great-uncle, and this is his official certificate."

Liang Jian took it, looked at it, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to see my old friend again. After I entered the Jiaofang Division, I worked with your great-uncle, and my father had a close relationship with your great-uncle. "

This Liang Jian was the son of Liang Xingnan, the capital judge back then.

When Liang Jian entered the Jiaofang Division, he was still a young man in his early twenties.

Now more than thirty years have passed, and the other party is already in his fifties, looking a little old.

"How is Zhao Douzhi doing now?"

"My great-uncle passed away years ago."

"Hey, the older generation are all gone."

Liang Jian sighed and said, "My dear nephew, do you want to join the Jiaofang Department when you come to the capital this time?"

"Yes, my great-uncle said that I don't have much ability, so I can make a living even if I enter the Jiaofang Department. Please allow me to do so."

"Okay, our Jiaofang Department has a tradition of recommending juniors, but I don't know what my nephew wants to do, discipline the family members of criminals, or entertain guests?"

"With your consent, I would like to guard the warehouse."

When Liang Jian heard this, he almost lost his temper.

This boy is young. Could it be that he has the same temperament as his great-uncle?

Is it possible that in my lifetime, I will see another weirdo who has refused to be promoted for decades?

He looked strange: "It's okay to guard the warehouse, but as a rule, all juniors recommended by officials are from the ninth grade Lezheng when they first come in. This was the same for me back then. If you want to be promoted, you have to go through qualifications, or..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Zhao Mu took out the banknote he had prepared.

"Sir, I would like to donate the same position as my great-uncle, please be more considerate."

Liang Jian's eyes lit up, this guy is on the right track.

The Jin Dynasty allowed money to be donated to officials.

Take these banknotes to the Ministry of Civil Affairs and donate them to a Jiaofang Bureau. Anyone from the seventh rank knows that it is definitely more than enough.

But Zhao Mu handed the money to Liang Jian, and any fool would understand the meaning.

"Hahahaha, it's easy to talk about. I'll leave this matter to my uncle. I promise to help you handle it properly."

Liang Jian took the banknote and his eyes turned into moons with smiles: "Also, nephew, our two families can be considered family friends. If you have anything to do in the Jiaofang Division in the future, feel free to come to my uncle. Don't be polite."

Don't worry, you won't be polite.

Zhao Mu smiled secretly in his heart.

As expected, like father, like son, Liang Jian, like Liang Xingnan, both have characters who regard wealth as life.

This is best.

There is a boss who likes money.

From now on, my days in Jiaofangsi should be as comfortable as ever.

So two days later, Zhao Mu naturally returned to the career he had "struggled for his whole life" again.

Practice walking every day!

Just listen to music without anything else!

Occasionally release the shravaka Gu and listen to those flowers and plants!

Well, decades have passed and everything still smells the same.

…

at night.

Zhao Mu sat cross-legged in the room and practiced.

The true energy in the body was like a big river, flowing endlessly, and it gradually returned to calm after a while.

"Hey, it failed again. What is the opportunity to break through to become a master?"

Zhao Mu was puzzled.

Now his cultivation level has reached the innate limit, and he is only one step away from breaking through to become a master.

But even this last step is like a chasm that cannot be crossed no matter what.

"It seems that what Hua Xinzi said back then was right. Martial arts begins with innateness and cannot simply rely on hard work. It must have sufficient understanding and opportunities."

In fact, Zhao Mu also encountered the same thing once that year. It was the acquired extreme realm that broke through the innate.

To achieve a breakthrough in the innate realm, a key issue must be solved - opening up the Ren and Du meridians and connecting the bridge between heaven and earth.

This is not an easy task, otherwise there would have been very few innate masters in the Jin Dynasty back then.

Or, you have excellent cultivation qualifications and can find an opportunity to bridge the bridge between heaven and earth, such as the martial arts wizard-Zhan Xiong.

Or, you can find rare treasures that can forcibly open the Rendu and Du meridians with external force, such as the Great Vajra Pill.

Back then, the Northern Mang Kingdom mobilized the whole country to refine only three Great Vajra Pills, which shows how precious they are.

With Zhao Mu's qualifications at that time, if he had not relied on the Great Vajra Pill to accumulate a huge amount of medicinal power in his body, he would probably not be able to break through the innate until the end of his first life.

It is the same now.

If he wants to take a step further and step into the Grandmaster, he must find the key to breaking through the Grandmaster, or find a treasure more precious than the Great Vajra Pill.

And the latter is probably not very likely.

"It seems that I have to find a way to contact the nine Grandmasters or their direct disciples."

Zhao Mu was thoughtful.

...

No words all night.

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhao Mu walked out of the Jiaofangsi and strolled around the capital.

It has been more than ten years since he left. Now the capital has changed a lot. Many shops that were once familiar have changed their owners.

Walking on Banyue Street, the once nameless tavern has become an inn, with many guests coming in and out.

Zhao Mu stopped and couldn't help but think of Hua Xinzi and Jiang Hongyun.

I wonder if the two of them have entered reincarnation?

If I become an immortal one day, can I find their reincarnations?

"Become an immortal? I wonder how many lifetimes I have to practice before I can embark on that path?"

Zhao Mu shook his head and continued to move forward, ready to see Zheng Jingren.

After all, he was his only friend in the capital.

But when he arrived at Zheng's house, Zhao Mu was dumbfounded.

The huge mansion that was once crowded with people was now deserted, and even the plaque on the door had fallen off and no one cared.

"What's going on? Where are the Zheng family members?"

Zhao Mu was very surprised.

After he regained his youth, he asked about the things in the capital.

At that time, he heard that Zheng Jingren, who was already in his seventies, seemed to be promoted again, and it was obvious that he was living a good life in the court.

How come the Zheng family's mansion was deserted in less than half a year?