Song Jixin read it twice, shook the paper full of fly heads and said with a smile: "You can't beat me, so you can win the wit?"

The letterwriter in front of me was a Dali official working in a yamen office in Nanxunfang. He thought it would fall into the hands of the Ministry of Justice, but he never thought that it would be the vassal king Song Mu who interrogated him directly. He was already desperate and did not intend to say anything.

After all, the man in front of him is still the master of Dali's accompaniment, Song Mu, the King of Luo who once guarded the country for Baopingzhou!

Song Jixin picked up a citrus from the fruit plate and peeled it open it. He took out a petal and threw it into his mouth and chewed it carefully. He asked, "You are not a native of the Yunxiao Dynasty. You have participated in the imperial examinations of the Dali Dynasty in the sect leader country. He successfully passed the imperial examinations of the Dali Dynasty. He was not low in the second grade. He has already become a sixth-rank official in the Dali Dynasty. Once he returns to the small court in the vassal country town, he will be promoted to two levels and the fourth grade. This is only on the surface. It doesn't take three or five years, at least from the third grade. Why do you have to do such a beheading?"

The man smiled bitterly and said, "This is a dead end, and I can't stop just by wanting to stop. Song Mu, you are a noble man in heaven and you won't understand."

Song Jixin raised his eyebrows and said, "No, I remember a few years ago, the Ministry of Justice of the Dali Court accepted the advice of Liu Shangshu, the minister of the accompaniment, and allowed you officials who were not clean to surrender themselves immediately to the two officials. After the file was recorded, they would not blame them and would help you cover up the stains. I don't know what the real situation in the officialdom in the capital is, but at least I arrested the matter myself, but they all followed the rules. Many local officials of Dali, even the deaths and spies from other countries, lived a pretty good life afterwards, and many of them were promoted. Moreover, there was no such thing as a long time.

There is no direct murder case at most. At most, it is to say that you have a clear identity earlier. If you say that you will receive different degrees of punishment, but you will definitely not be punished to cut off your career. Zeng Tao is not an old Baishuang clan, and your family and relatives are all in the vassal states. If you talk about national hatred, there is naturally affair, but there is no family hatred. When you chose to surrender to Dali, you will count the number of you, more than a dozen local counties, the best judges, are the best judges in your judgment. Besides, I have carefully reviewed the resume files before. No matter how you look, they don’t look like the kind of kind of kind who is willing to sacrifice for the country. I have indeed seen many real righteous men and killed a lot. As for you, let’s forget it.”

Song Jixin nodded and said, "Remember, the Yunxiao Dynasty has a rather hidden yamen. He likes to focus on the seventh-rank official in the various prefectures of Dali to take action, and use various methods to help you pave the way for promotion. The archives record that your eldest son died suddenly at the age of sixteen. He seems to be a recognized prodigy. Why is it that your son has the qualifications to practice, but not high, so the Yunxiao Dynasty promises that he will definitely enter the fifth level of the Central Plains?"

Zeng Tao's expression suddenly became panicked.

Song Jixin was chewing citrus and his expression was fun. When he saw Zeng Tao being depressed as if he was lost, Song Jixin clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The acting skills are so bad. Are you kidding you."

Song Jixin clenched his fists with both hands, supported himself on his knees, staring at Zeng Tao, "You seemingly weak Xu Xian's wife is a Taoist practitioner from the Yunxiao Dynasty, right?"

Zeng Tao looked up in shock and looked at the vassal king Song Mu.

Song Jixin said slowly: "I guess she secretly occupied a local woman with her magic on the mountain. Except for her name and face, she was real, the rest were fake."

The veins on Zeng Tao's forehead swelled up.

Song Jixin smiled and said, "Then guess is the eldest son, who is known as a child prodigy, who is now a steady practice in the Yunxiao Dynasty, or has he really died suddenly on the road?"

Zeng Tao was stunned.

Song Jixin leaned against the coffee table where the fruit tray was placed. He turned his head and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, muttering a few words in a vague voice, then just beat him, don’t have a memory once, do it again, see if they dare to jump around like this? Are there so many meaningless bad things? Is your new national teacher, right? Can you have no confidence and be able to control the situation in the continent like Xiuhu?

Zeng Tao was lost and asked timidly: "What does King Luo want to deal with me...we?"

Song Jixin picked up the copy of the manuscript again, "Do you know why you have to die today?"

Zeng Tao was confused.

Song Jixin grabbed the paper into a ball and crushed it into pieces in his palm.

There is a detail on the spy, which is related to Ning Yao. It records a seemingly extremely unimportant trivial matter.

The content of that sentence was "Ning Yao first squinted his eyes and then looked up at the sky, rather than looking up at the sun and then squinted his eyes, which is strange."

Song Jixin pulled the collar, twisted his neck, and suddenly cursed, "I'm really looking for death!"

It seemed that he was still unhappy, and Song Jixin began to curse in local dialects.

If I had known this, I wouldn't have eaten enough and wade into muddy waters. As expected, when people are free, they will easily suffer.

If that guy knew that this spy fell into his hands...

With his kindness of holding grudges, he cannot settle the new and old accounts together? Do I dare to fight back or can I beat him?

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed he became, the more I continued to curse Zeng Tao's ancestors for the eighteen generations.

Zeng Tao wanted to fight for his life with the vassal king Song Mu, and he would do whatever he wanted to change his life, but unfortunately he was a scholar who was useless.

Zeng Tao asked: "Song's surname is bound to die, why do you talk so much nonsense to me?"

Song Jixin smiled and said, "Your Majesty the Emperor and I are monarchs and ministers. I have nothing to talk about. I just want to answer questions and answers. You see, I didn't even attend the court meeting. When I met the new National Master, who was a neighbor in a young age, I could only have a few words to talk a little. If I really want to talk too much, I want to scold him even if he wants to hit me. I can't do it."

There was a beautiful woman in the house who could be called a beauty, and she finally couldn't help laughing.

Not bad, it seems that you won’t be bored if you are with Song Jixin. Did you also talk to Shui Jun?

The woman's name is Gong Yan and her boudoir name is Awu. In this "interrogation", she sat on a chair behind Zeng Tao.

In addition to Gong Yan, whom Zeng Tao mistakenly thought it was the princess at first sight, there was also a burly and strong man who was in charge of the door, the peak martial artist at the Nine Realm, named Ximan, and the Dao was the Land Dragon.

Since Zhu, the King of the East China Sea, came to Dali Jingcheng, four entourages of the Water Mansion, including Gong Yan, followed their master to have a trip. There happened to be two of them, Taoist Li Ba and Wu Fuximan, who both wanted to surrender to Luo Wang Song Mu, but they dared not say anything about supporting the dragon, and asked the vassal king if he wanted to wear a white hat or something.

Wang Zhu had no grudges about Li Ba and Ximan's replacement of the gang. This time, Wang Zhu asked them to come to Dali Jing from Tongyezhou Dadu, which happened to be recommended to "Song Mu", which could be regarded as a compensation for Song Jixin that was better than nothing.

In fact, Li Ba and the others were a little embarrassed. They had known for a long time that in the past, "Zhi Gui" was once the maid of "Song Jixin".

In this way, based on the "generation", isn't Song Mu the master of their master?

Huang Man, the Jade Taoist who was almost beaten to death by Zhang Tiaoxia, is a man whose appearance is no less than Gong Yan.

He had been admiring the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. Instead, that guy Li Ba did not come to see Song Jixin and was walking alone by the lake, pretentious.

Li Ba, who founded Qingzhang Taoist Temple in Jinjiazhou, was actually a "national teacher". Unfortunately, he was not careful in making friends and was unlucky for eight lifetimes and was a good friend to Wanyan Laojing.

At the other side of the door, Ximan was impatient with these bends of conspiracies and tricks. The burly man habitually took out his crotch and asked in a muffled voice: "King Luo, let me destroy the corpse?"

Song Jixin nodded, and Ximan walked towards the chair, pulled Zeng Tao up like a chicken, raised the sleeve of the robe, and threw it inside.

Ximan asked: "King Luo is actually here..."

Gong Yan coughed and reminded Ximan not to ask more questions about whether there are any or not.

Song Jixin remained silent, just looking at Ximan.

Ximan nodded and said, "I know this rule."

Huang Man smiled and said, "King Luo, why not let me go to Zeng Tao's vassal to meet that woman later? Judging from her style of conduct, I could have an additional unnamed disciple."

Song Jixin shook his head and said, "Don't interfere, and leave it to the Ministry of Justice in Dali Beijing."

Huang Man was a little regretful. After seeing this small ripple that might not even be a splash of water for the Dali Dynasty, Yu Taoist was interested in going to accompany the capital to eat imperial grain for a while.

Song Jixin suddenly said, "Tell me a message to Wang Zhu, saying that I once saw a broken poem similar to Qingci in the book of strange stories, "The world is grinding into a cold and scared." I have never found the whole article over the years. I heard that the Dragon Palace has a lot of books and asked her if she could help make up for it. If she finds it, I will copy one and send it to the residence of the accompanying capital."

Seeing that the two men in the house were not saying anything, Gong Yan had to bite the bullet and nodded, "Okay, King Luo."

Ximan couldn't understand the true meaning, and he was too lazy to go there more. Huang Man was shocked by the heart of Tao and regretted that he was not as wise as Li Ba. The reason? The sea was soaked into a mirror!

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Among the mountains to the west, the Huanjian Lake created by moving the mountains is indeed a beautiful scenery, with blue waves and a drooping palace of fish. This lake belongs to the forbidden lake of Chuzhou and county governments, and fishing nets are not dared to enter.

Building a thatched hut is a simple matter. Zhusu consumes a lot of energy to create a retreating mountain and water formation. However, with Mei Kan and Mei Dandang, the master and apprentice, who are neighbors, Zhusu does not pay much attention to the precision of the formation. Behind the thatched hut by the lake is a green bamboo forest. In Dali Jingcheng and the Bianjiantai, Zhusu is indeed anxious and wants to quickly retreat and break through the realm. At this moment, she is walking on the bamboo forest path, and she is calm. This path is mostly caused by local people who burn charcoal, log wood, and find bamboo shoots in the past. The brown and bamboo are dense. The bigger ones can make hiking sticks by hand, and the smaller ones can make chopsticks.

Perhaps the surname of this woman's sword cultivator is "bamboo". The woman walked on the secluded path of the bamboo forest, stretched out her white and delicate jade hands, rubbing the bamboo joints. The soft sunlight shone through the bamboo leaves, and there was a hazy and ethereal beauty. I think it would be better to travel at night when the moonlight is good?

Zhusu gradually felt a clear and psychic feeling of joy. She turned around and walked towards the hut. The time had come and the opportunity had come. When would she not go into seclusion?!

A yellow mud path with towering ancient pines on both sides, with pine trees like dragon scales. There are two visitors from the Sword Platform. Wujiang wrapped his arms around him, holding a long black sheath knife, and was surrounded by his close friend Yuan Huang, who "flyed" to the upper realm immortal class together.

Wujiang said: "The fairies in the mountains are indeed more attractive than the heroines in the martial arts world. What do you think?"

Yuan Huang said absent-mindedly: "It's all the same."

Wujiang sighed, "You just haven't gotten enlightened yet. One day you've gotten enlightened, you must be even more anxious than me."

Yuan Huang said: "Then let's talk about it later. As long as you don't have too high requirements for getting married and having children in the future, you must find a beautiful couple who is as beautiful as a flower. It's always not difficult."

Wu Jiang said angrily: "You only dare to fart me when you say this. If you have the ability to tell Brother Dafeng, Wen Xiaoxi, Taoist Immortal Wei, and the others said to go?"

Yuan Huangyi laughed at it.

Previously, he left the Blessed Land of Ouhua with Luo Fumei and others, and visited Tongyezhou. When he arrived at the Luopo Mountain, he was enjoying the mountains and rivers. The swordsman Wujiang felt very satisfied. Yuan Huang, who was determined to learn both boxing and swordsmanship from Chen Ping'an, had never seen the mountain master. Fortunately, Yuan Huang was patient and worked hard to find a wise master. He had to teach a true teaching. It was not that simple. He was most afraid that he could not find the temple even with a pig's head. Now that he, Yuan Huang, has been included in the temple, what are he afraid of?

The preacher who is willing to worship in Huaying Peak will follow Wen Zaixie to stand outside the window to listen. However, Wen Zaixie is determined to steal the teacher, but they are real pure warriors, so they can gain more knowledge and listen to the fun.

When they saw those amazing sword lights before, they wanted to come to the sword worship platform to try their luck and see if they could meet the legendary sword immortals.

The strong sword energy made the surrounding light twist, making the sky in the blue sky look like a slightly wrinkled piece of water-blue silk.

Even if I saw Wujiang, I just thought it was a mysterious immortal style. Yuan Huang was swaying. He didn't know that if he was a swordsman like a river and lake, he would be lucky enough to enter the realm of a great master in the future. He could travel far away as a pure martial artist, like a master on the mountain, and look down on the five mountains as proud as the earthen house. Whether he could be as elegant as Mr. Chen, he didn't have to say anything, and he had a demeanor of being invincible with me.

So deep in his heart, what Yuan Huang really wants to learn from Mr. Chen is not fist or sword, but the great way of martial arts on earth.

On the other hand, Wujiang's ambition is very simple. He ensures that he can have a full meal every day, and then becomes famous in the world, and has many confidants. When he arrives in Haoran, he will have one more and he will be able to beat the gods.

Wujiang hesitated for a moment and said, "Yuan Huang, don't think I'm pouring cold water. I heard Brother Dafeng mention it. Master Chen Shan was learning martial arts and he was already a disciple of the school."

Yuan Huang nodded and said, "I have known about this for a long time."

Wujiang said, "Then aren't you afraid of being rejected and making trouble for yourself? If you want me to tell me, you might as well just be a disciple of Brother Dafeng. I can also talk about your love. Brother Dafeng is a little ugly, but he has real skills. Just say that we can see a lot of tricks when we see him teaching boxing and feeding boxing these days, right? Otherwise, how could he say that he had taught Chen Shan's main boxing techniques and sword techniques?"

Yuan Huang smiled and said, "Master Zheng is of course the kind of master who has cultivation and cannot even hide it. But I only recognize the apprenticeship of Mr. Chen. There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of those who are interested. I believe that sincerity can lead to the metal and stone, and I also feel that I have a fate with Luopo Mountain."

Bamboo chairs sit side by side under the eaves. Wen Zaixie had just learned a magical power of watching mountains and rivers from Gansheng. Not only could you see the scene on the ancient pine path, but you could even hear the conversation clearly. Wen Zaixie ate melon seeds and said amazed: "This boy in Wujiang is not bad, and Yuan Huang is even more so."

Zheng Dafeng said while stuttering his feet: "It's not that the family doesn't enter the family. Our mountain master likes this kind of talking. He only said that since he talked with the old immortal Jia, his skills have skyrocketed. In the past, he had the cultivation level of the Ascension Realm, and the lower five realms of words, he now has the level of the Earth Immortal's chat. After all, it's our mountain, which is due to the atmosphere."

Wen Xiaoxi agreed deeply, "It was our Lord Chen Shan who took a good start. Those who enter the mountain always follow the path of pioneers."

Zheng Dafeng said: "You can say these two good words to Chen Ping'an in person."

Wen said carefully and tentatively: "It's really suitable to talk to people in person? I'm afraid our mountain master misunderstood what flattery is."

Zheng Dafeng patted Wen Xiaoxi's shoulder, "What are you afraid of when having a midnight snack and drinking a little wine? After drinking, your chest and guts are still open. Keep Chen Ping'an knowing and nodding and smiling with you."

Wen carefully patted his shoulder and was skeptical, "Brother Dafeng, my brothers can't cheat my brothers. After all, I'm too late to enter the mountain. Now I don't have a strong foundation here and I don't have enough confidence in speaking and doing things. Don't harm me."

Wen Xiaoxi had already made up his mind that before entering the fifth realm, he would entrust his entire family time to this Juyu Mountain. It would be best not to drive people away, and I would not leave even if I drove people away.

Zheng Dafeng took a handful of melon seeds from Wen Zaixi's hand. He was about to complain a few times when he saw the figure of the little girl in black. He immediately returned the melon seeds to Wen Zaixi, rubbed his hand on him and ran to chat with Xiaomili. Wen Zaixi, who was extremely obsessed with cleanliness, had to pat his clothes again, looked down at the melon seeds in the palm of his hand, he hesitated for a while, and still knocked the melon seeds, which was good to be brotherly.

It is relatively easy to deceive people at night. So Zheng Dafeng claims to be Yushu, and the other name is Linfeng. He also wants to emphasize one thing specifically, using the name Xingxing. So you call him by his name and call me Zheng Yushu.
To be continued...