The First Cause of All Realms

The slate engraved with exquisite patterns will not be more comfortable to kneel, and even more stinging.

Feeling the gazes coming from all over, Liu Qingqing found that she was far less fearless than she imagined.

Looking at the closed study door on the steps, he felt emptiness in his heart.

"Nie Barrier, get in here!"

I don't know how long I knelt before a cold drink came from the study.

Liu Qingqing's body trembled, she gritted her teeth and got up, pushing open the door of the study.

In the study, which is a hundred steps square, there are many shelves full of books. In the deepest part of the study, there is a large red sandalwood table.

There is a picture of a tiger going down the mountain, which is vivid and even signed by famous artists.

Liu Qingqing recognized that the picture of the tiger descending the mountain was obtained by his father from his family in Qingzhou, and it is said to be the calligraphy of the great Confucian "Zheng Gang".

Wearing a green shirt, Liu Wenpeng, who was a little more bookish than usual, was writing something with his ink.

On the left, an old slave in gray clothes is wiping the books on the shelf, cautiously, for fear of getting dirty.

After a long while, he threw the wolf pen into the purple jade pen holder.

"Father…"

Liu Qingqing lowered his head.

"The village is very desolate, suffering from drought and locusts every year. The old man pays his debts, and the young son sells and loses grain. The walls are broken and the wind grows, and the beam falls from the bed.

Who knows that the herdsmen are unwilling to report disasters. "

Looking at the calligraphy he wrote down, Liu Wenpeng shook his head slightly and sighed:

"My words are not worthy of the poems of my predecessors..."

"How can this verse be considered good? It's just smooth, how can the words of the master not match?"

The old slave came up.

Unexpectedly, he was slapped loudly in the face without finishing his words full of compliments!

"Yu Shaobao, is it also something you can denounce?"

Wiping his hands, Liu Wenpeng said indifferently, "Next time, be careful with your skin!"

The old slave fell to the ground in horror, kowtow again and again.

"How could the herdsmen refuse to report disasters..."

Liu Qingqing chewed on this poem, only to feel that most of the fear in his heart dissipated, and a strong disgust welled up in his heart.

Good words and good poetry.

But father, can you compose this poem?

"Do you think that for a father who is so greedy and perverts the law, where is the title of this poem?"

Liu Wenpeng saw through his son's thoughts, and there was a touch of melancholy on his face:

"But you don't know that being a father isn't born like that."

Liu Qingqing remained silent.

"When my father was young, I practiced literature and martial arts. I also thought about benefiting a place and guiding the country. But there are some things in this world that can't be changed."

Liu Wenpeng walked around the study with his hands on his back, telling the past:

"...In the 22nd year of 'Qingsheng', I failed for the third time for my father. At that time, I was nearly thirty years old for my father, and the scientific examination was hopeless.

But unfortunately, there are many talents who are far inferior to me in martial arts, but they have already been guarding one side, but what about me? The small county magistrate also spent 30,000 grains of silver, and he may not be able to make any further progress..."

Liu Qingqing remained silent.

"That's it, that's it."

Liu Wenpeng was a little disillusioned, he lightly buckled the table and asked Liu Qingqing to step down.

Liu Qingqing retreated silently, and when he was about to leave, he quickly walked in after seeing the long wait outside the door.

Faintly, I heard the deep voice of the catcher report:

"My lord, I found something strange in the outer city. Wang Zhaotou ordered me to come and report. I only said that the Liansheng cultists are active, and there is a suspicion that there will be a change. I hope you will take more precautions..."

"Lianshengjiao?"

Liu Qingqing's heart trembled, and just as he was about to get closer, he saw Lin Qing and the others were already looking at him coldly.

After last night's incident, several people who used to be respectful to him have already changed their attitudes, and even made no secret of it.

"Lianshengjiao..."

Listening to the report from the catcher, Liu Wenpeng's eyes flickered. After he finished speaking, he said:

"How's Wang Zhaotou's injury?"

"Master Hui, Cao Tou's injury is so serious that he can't get out of bed anymore."

"So serious?"

Liu Wenpeng pretended to be concerned, took the brocade box on the table, and handed it to the catcher:

"This thousand-year-old ginseng was sent to Wang Caitou, so that he could heal his wounds. Don't bother about these mundane things..."

That Cha Kuai's expression changed, but he still held the brocade box and stepped back.

"The thousand-year-old ginseng is very valuable. It's not enough for a poor man to take it. Why should it be given to that King Buddha Treasure today?"

In the dark room of the study, Guan Shanshui paced out.

I saw him holding a large steel bow that was half a person high, looking at it carefully, sometimes pulling the bowstring as thick as a thumb.

"He died, it's not good after all."

Liu Wenpeng smiled lightly:

"I won't be able to relax in a few days. The spy reported that the bandits in Montenegro seemed to be doing something different, so Yuchi Long was probably going to have a seizure..."

"You don't change your expression in the face of a major event. Your Excellency is truly an outstanding person."

Daoist Guan sighed and was also curious:

"It's just that the adults, being a county's parents, later repelled the Liansheng Sect, but this official's crime of forcing the people to rebel should still be pinned on his head.

Is it possible that adults have the will to stand on their own? "

"Brother Guan has a heart."

Liu Wenpeng stroked his long beard, but pulled out two orders from the bookshelf behind him.

"This is…"

Guan Shanshui's heart moved.

"This one was sent by Shunde Prefecture, ordering me to choose a day to set off and adjust the transfer order of 'Qiuhe County'... The other one is the transfer order from the 'County Chancellor' Wang Fobao to promote the Heishan county magistrate..."

Liu Wenpeng smiled:

"These two transfer orders were sent from Shunde Mansion together with the list of executions after the autumn..."

"Wang Fobao?"

Guan Shanshui's eyes flickered.

In the Daming officials' family, as long as the officials have "three examinations and nine years of experience" and someone recommends them, they can get a background and have the qualifications to be officials.

And there is only one person in Heishan County who is qualified to elect Wang Fobao, and that is the county magistrate Liu Wenpeng in front of him!

"As soon as I am transferred to an official, what does it have to do with me if Montenegro is in chaos or not?"

Liu Wenpeng smiled faintly and lowered his voice:

"Wang Fobao's official forced the people to rebel, leaving a disaster in the place. Liu asked for help from his former subordinates, and returned to the city alone to suppress the rebellion. Could it be a great achievement?"

"This…"

Daoist Guan shook his head, shook his head, shocked and apprehensive:

"My lord, Pindao has no choice but to admire his methods. However, Yuchilong's martial arts are extremely high, and his mighty palm is also well-known in Shunde Mansion.

If anything happens..."

Phew!

Liu Wenpeng reached out and picked up the big steel bow, and with a force, the bow opened the full moon:

"Only 10,000, not just in case!"

…

"Others come to work just for a couple of taels of silver, you'd better spend the money to hire someone to do the work..."

Weighing the pieces of silver in his hand, the old jailer had a smile on his face, and agreed very readily.

Yang Yu smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked out of the prison gate.

As soon as he went out, his smile suddenly disappeared and turned solemn, even a little ugly.

"The big prison is completely out of control..."

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Yu turned around and left the prison, and had no plans to come back.

Leaving Wang Fobao's house, he didn't delay, and went directly to the prison to inspect carefully, but unfortunately he didn't find any strange treasures.

Instead, I found that there were many more faces in the cell.

There are prisoners and jailers.

During the period of suppressing the bandits, he pestered Wang Wu, and he not only learned some methods to hide his qi and blood, but also learned a lot of methods of tracing.

Although these people are somewhat hidden, he still sees that these people are not good people.

So, after weighing it up again and again, Yang Prison still bought the prison boss, and at the cost of three taels of silver, he hired someone to work for him.

The weather has cleared up for several days in a row, and the inner city has disappeared without traces of snow. Although it is still cold, it is much busier than before.

Perhaps as the year draws to a close, there are more vendors.

However, after being closed for several hours in a row, I walked through the North and South Streets almost twice, but still nothing.

"Heishan City, it's still too small..."

After walking out of the last martial arts gym, Yang Prison had to sigh.

There are actually quite a few blood-changing warriors in Heishan City, but most of them are spread by word of mouth, and there are very few who really have secrets.

"Troublesome..."

Yang Yu sighed in his heart and walked outside a pub.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Liu Qingqing who was very drunk by the window on the second floor.

This Young Master Liu, after drinking for a long time, was also drunk for a long time.

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