After all, anyone who lives in the country needs officials to govern the country.

However, among the 600,000 border troops who rushed to the wild battlefield of Dashou Dynasty, a considerable number of young aristocratic children who served as middle-level officials accumulated their resumes and "golded". They were related to the people in the house and were always able to get in touch with each other. Fighting the wild demon clan, no matter the battlefield trend, they could hide behind them. But once they started a war with Dali, who would not kill? What's more, the Dali border troops who completely let go of their hands and feet killed the powerful children who were the ones who were talking and accumulating military achievements.

It is said that after the Battle of Central Baopingzhou ended, the Dali border army built sixteen Jingguans on both sides of Dadu, and the bodies were placed on the top of Jingguan. It was rumored that they were all from the wild sects and large clans.

An old man from Yin, who was in charge of the Ministry of War, bowed and begged: "Associate Master Han, the Confucian Temple must keep the Dali Song clan restrained. The border troops of the two countries who rushed to the wilderness are all top-notch elites. Once the two countries initiate a quarrel, it will be a heavy casualty internal strife, which will only delay the overall situation of attacking the wilderness. Wouldn't it be a joke for the wilderness demon clan?"

Master Han sneered: "The Dali Cavalry is an elite, I have already figured it out. As for whether the Dashou Border Army is an elite, it will naturally be clear after the battle."

A handsome and extremely young civil servant took a step and bowed and said loudly: "Associate Master Han, let me say something boldly. The Dashou Dynasty should bear the fault of the late emperor. However, if the Dali border army is allowed to attack Dashou, the Zhongtu Confucian Temple will be unrestrained and the situation will deteriorate. The border troops of the two countries who died in a foreign land will be innocent. Therefore, the subordinates beg the Confucian Temple to hold the Dashou Dynasty accountable, and the Dali Song clan should not act impulsively."

Master Han asked, “Where do you become an official?”

The young civil servant said: "The East Palace is a lecturer, and the Zhanshi Mansion is a young Zhanshi."

Master Han turned his head and looked at Prince Yin Mi, "Is it your confidant whom you promoted?"

Yin Mi replied: "It is a literary talent that the late emperor admires very much, and he writes wonderful green poems."

Master Han said, "Yin Mi, immediately let this person go to the wild battlefield and be on the front line between Dashou and Dali Iron Cavalry."

The young civil servant who was destined to be in the Dashou court in this life stood up and was frightened to death.

A deputy leader of the Confucian Temple would never deliberately scare him with words.

Master Han stared at this person, "I have become one of the Dashou border troops, so that I can be qualified to say these beautiful words and righteousness to me."

"Boy, then write a letter to the Confucian Temple in Zhongtu. Whether it is a passionate letter of death or a righteous request for the Dashou border army, I and the Confucian Temple believe you are the truth."

"Remember to put a little snot on the letter paper. The green lyrics are well written, and I wonder if I can write a few brilliant frontier poems."

Before he was thirty years old, he had become the second-in-command of the Zhanshi Mansion, one of the important officials of the Dashou Center, and had long regretted it.

When he thought of himself thrown into the wild battlefield, the two countries declared war, and a certain Dali cavalry who was charging into battle drew a shiny knife at him, or stabbed him in his chest with a shot on his back, or the enemy's arrows were splashed like rain... At this moment, he was just randomly imagining similar scenes, and he was extremely frightened, as if he fell into an ice cave.

Mr. Han no longer paid attention to this person and began to issue orders, "Yin Mi, you will cooperate with the Confucian Temple to thoroughly investigate the matter. The capital will be immediately launched martial law. No flying swords are allowed to be sent out. Officials and monks are not allowed to go out. In addition, I secretly notify the Wuyue Mountain Lord, the Imperial Heavenly Prison, and the high-ranking Jiangshui Gods to cooperate with the Prince's Mansion to investigate the matter. Any leakage, whether it is the Dashou National Law or the Yin Family Law, will be severely punished. In addition, the secret orders for all the mountains and river gods in the Dashou Realm, I will first seal a Confucian Temple seal."

Yin Mi nodded and said, "Only one purpose, before finding out the truth, all the next matters, including me, Dashouchao obeys the orders of the Confucian Temple."

In fact, everyone in the room knew that the Supreme Emperor of Dashou was the Zhongyue Mountain Lord on the top of the mountain, Yin Ni.

In Haoran, the dynasty that built the capital at the foot of Dayue Mountain was the only one in Dashou Yin.

Ma Xuan used Zhongyue's promotion route to join the Dashou Border Army and successfully made achievements and became the first military general and official in the border areas.

In addition, there is the national master of Dashou Dynasty who was not seen by the dragon. Liu Zao has been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years, so many people do not know that there is a national master in this dynasty.

At this moment, a young man in white with a mole on his forehead walked out from the door of the house and said with a smile: "Master Han, why not ask me to help His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to check for the omissions?"

Mr. Han thought for a moment and nodded, "This is the best. I am also worried that the group of gentlemen I brought can't get around the eight hundred eyes of the officials in the house."

Ma Xuan was furious and complained deeply. This guy also called you Master Han, why didn’t he call him a fucking man?

Cui Dongshan sighed and complained: "People are different from people. Some people eat, some people eat shit, and they open their mouths and talk, can the taste be the same?"

Ma Xuan was also unable to understand the identity of this person and mistakenly thought of a gentleman from the Confucian Temple in Middle-earth, but what he said was not right.

Mr. Han didn't want to look at the official Dashou for a long time, so he took Cui Dongshan to leave the house first, followed the rules and told him a few words of advice.

Cui Dongshan turned around and suddenly leaned back, poked his head out, and said with a smile: "Brother Crown Jun, I'm planning my own affairs in his position, and luckily hitting the great fortune. I became the emperor early, and I have to clear the source. Do you want to make a trick in a pool of muddy water? In addition to being muddy water, the turbid ones are more muddy, can there be a second result? I don't think so, right?"

Yin Mi bowed and said, "Get taught."

Cui Dongshan put his hands in his sleeves and whispered: "It may be quite a bit of a move later, so don't make a big deal here in the Confucian Temple."

Mr. Han didn't care about the contradictory in the words, and asked with a smile: "Why is there a lot of noise?"

Cui Dongshan raised his hand and hugged the back of his head, saying, "It depends on the situation."

A secluded valley outside the capital is the Dashouchao National Master’s Taoist place. There are only a few layers of clever tricks. Ordinary people who are traveling around will take a detour when passing by.

After a rain of washing branches, in the gust of yellow birds, there is a small house with a second courtyard located here, with green tiles and white walls, and mountain scenery.

The big locust in front of the house is old and bald, with big trunks as big as a bucket, with sparse branches and leaves. The old osmanthus behind the house is rich in shade. If you are hot in summer, you can sit here for thirty or forty seats.

A group of magical fireflies praised by monks on the mountain as Zhao Yeqing. They gathered on the bare old locust tree, shining brightly, like a huge golden candle.

A fairy-like style.

Jiang Shangzhen, who was responsible for visiting here, used a barrier-breaking talisman, opened the door, and walked into it.

There are two wooden chairs in front of the house, and there are old people and girls sitting.

The old man was bragging about how brave the hero was back then, "Master is not good at fame, he likes purity the most, and he is tired of the world. If it were a hundred years ago, you, a little girl, still want to be my teacher? A young handsome man who wants to make a relationship with me and a genius of Taoism can rank from the foot of the mountain archway at Zhongyue to the Yuxiao Palace on the top of the mountain."

When the old man saw that the girl was disbelief, he had to explain extra, "Don't look at the master who is not like a master, this is called the bun with meat and not on the folds."

The girl still doesn't know where this place is, who is the master. She was thrown here by her family at the end of last year. Her qualifications for practicing Taoism are good, and quarrel with her master is even more powerful. "The surface of the donkey dung egg is shining."

The old man was Liu Rao, the national teacher of Dashou. He had a strong Taoist power. He was not enough to meet him.

Liu Luo glanced at the guest who had a high-end barrier-breaking talisman and asked with a smile: "Where is the sacred place? I have lost the opportunity to visit here."

Jiang Shangzhen was strolling in the temple of another family and said with a smile: "The late child was named Zhou Fei, and the Taoist name was Beng Zhenjun. I have seen the National Master Dashou."

Liu Rao comforted his hands and exclaimed: "Good word!"

On the top of Zhongyue Mountain, there is a secret land of mountains and rivers with a lot of taboos. There is a lazy palace makeup woman standing on the railing, holding a plain silk fan in her hand. She reached out and grabbed it, as if she "taken off" a bright moon in the sky. She "embroidered" it on silk, turned into a white jade plate. Then, an old osmanthus tree came from behind Liu Zuodaoyuan's house and planted it under the bright moon. She moved the scenery from the northern Yue area and came five green peaks, arranged together, and above the silk fan, it was like a pocket-sized and cute celadon pen holder...

A sloppy man leaned against the railing, tapped the ground with his toes, and was very grateful. "I never thought that there was such a way to embed treasures in the world. It was really the rebirth of the Weaver Girl."

The Zhongyue woman Shanjun, the ancestor of Dashou Yin clan, Yin Ni did not raise her head and sneered: "It's like seeing the Weaver Girl."

I never thought that the man was shameless and nodded and said, "I have seen it. Not to mention weaving methods, she looks 70 to 80% similar to yours."

Yin Ni raised her head, smiled, and cursed a man with extremely mellow and elegant Middle-earth language and extremely vulgar content. Anyway, it has something to do with his ancestors for the 18th generation.

The man laughed instead of anger and clapped his hands, "It's like talking!"

Shanhai Sect, after the bustling, became deserted.

The scenery is always like this. The waves are a little bigger today, just like the old Dragon King blowing his beard, causing the wind and rain.

Just when the little girl was trying to go home, Nalan Xianxiu asked her to wait for a while. The little girl wondered, "Who are you waiting for?"

Nalan Xianxiu said: "It's better to wait. If you can't wait, you will be helpless."

According to her estimate, it is very likely that the flower will go back first, and I will have to wait until midnight.

The little girl didn't ask who she was waiting for.

Just as Nalan Xianxiu estimated that the incense stick had arrived, she sighed faintly, put away the cigarette pole and asked the support to go back to rest...

A figure in blue shirt appeared out of thin air, looking a little embarrassed, shaking around and unable to stand firmly.

The little girl looked closely and said, haha, half an acquaintance.

She held an umbrella with one hand, put her hips on her hips, and asked wide-eyed: "Why are you again? Why are you sneaking over without saying hello? Is it difficult to walk the right path of the mountain gate? Will you sprain your ankle?"

He was caught again in a pretentious guest with a hint of embarrassment and didn't know how to explain for a while. Last time he was thrown here by the Li Sheng, but this time he chose the Shanhai Sect.

The little girl looked at him squintedly and asked inwardly, "Does this elusive foreign guest recognize Aliang now?"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Actually, I recognize you, but I still have a good friend. I lied last time."

The little girl's eyes lit up and she asked tentatively: "Since you recognize Aliang, then you must recognize that embroidered tiger? It is the national teacher of the Dali Dynasty of Baopingzhou, Cui Feng!"

She wanted to seek justice for Sister Feicui.

The man blinked and answered the question irrelevantly, "I am the national teacher of the Dali Dynasty."

The little girl stood there and felt that her brain was a little too short.

If the other party is from Dali, wouldn’t he be from his hometown? Or the National Master of Dali? It is better to be in charge of the county magistrate. She has a small nest in a mountainous country within the territory of Dali.

Nalan Xianxiu held back her laughter and calmed her mind. This founder of Shanhai Sect gave a blessing to outsiders for the first time, "Nalan Xianxiu, a Taoist scholar, thanked Mr. Chen."

After Chen Ping'an bowed and returned the gift, he quickly paid three incense sticks and hurriedly left Shanhai Sect.

The heavy rain didn't last long. She put away the umbrella. The little girl was satisfied with the flower-carrying girl. She nodded to herself, rubbed her eyes, wiped her face, and she said to herself.

"This National Master Dali is very coincidental, and his surname is Chen. He looks quite Zhou Zheng, and he is quite demeanor, but he is too timid. Haha, I was scared away by me."
Chapter completed!