Strengthening starts from the county magistrate

Chapter 131 Your circle is too messy
In the dark wind and snow, the down-and-out Taoist smiled.

Regarding the mystery of the closed-eyed old man in front of him, he was not surprised at all.

In other words, he doesn't find it strange what kind of people come to this frontier city today.

In the past, many dynasties and sects just waited and watched.

And the recent outbreak of successive incidents in sealing off Xinjiang made them have to be convinced of the authenticity of the rumors.

The major counties and counties of Dali Dynasty are relatively close to each other, so they all come earlier.

And as the new year is approaching, at most the new year is over, the major dynasties and sect families in the entire East Continent are afraid that people will come over.

It is not known what kind of chaotic situation Fengjiang will face at that time.

But there are always lessons learned.

For example, a certain dynasty in Qingyunzhou once opened a secret blessed land called 'Qiu Li Dongtian'.

Although it was far inferior to the Qingqiu Cave in Baidi City, it still alarmed all the monks in the whole Grand Virtuous World.

Since the opening time was very short at that time, a large number of monks gathered in that dynasty within a few months.

What's more, it was a miasma, a mess, and a mess.

Except for the scramble for the blessed land of the cave.

Many of these people also carry personal grievances.

After all, they are all monks, and what they play is free and easy.

Therefore, the enemy doesn't say much when they meet, just solve it on the spot, draw the sword and do it!

But when you fight outside, no one cares about you, but it is in the dynasty of others, and you don't care about it. The fight is a mess.

After finishing the work, the two of them slapped their buttocks and left, leaving behind a pile of chicken feathers.

The last angry dynasty directly divided the territory of that paradise.

Let the people over there collectively migrate.

No way, those monks came from either strong backgrounds or lofty realms.

One or two can stop it, but why do dozens or hundreds of people fight at once, who can stand this thing?
The most outrageous thing is that the competition between many monks has even risen to another level, and they almost moved the sect to fight directly on the battlefield.

There are also people who open the market shamelessly off the court, and establish their own rankings and lists.

You know, as long as you have this thing, it doesn't matter whether you are authoritative or not, as long as someone is not on the list, or is overwhelmed by others, it will involve face, and you can't do it if you can't think of it.

Anyway, in the end it was a mess.

Almost lost that dynasty.

Thus, this is a lesson learned.

With these historical experiences, it is enough to predict what will happen to Fengjiang City in the future.

Of course, these things are known to almost all monks, and it is not a secret.

Everyone is well aware that this is not good, but they just don't change it.

Compared with that dynasty, the small body of Fengjiang is still too thin.

Can't stand the toss at all.

At the same time, the attitude of the Dali Dynasty is not clear enough.

This makes more people have guesses.

Most likely they want to learn the methods of the Qingyunzhou dynasty.

Let go early and suffer less.

"character."

Xi Beifeng rubbed his palms, looked at the old man and said.

Hearing this, the old man stretched out his hand and gestured twice in the void: "Can it be counted?"

The Taoist narrowed his eyes, watching carefully the traces drawn by the void, but his hands had already begun to outline this strange stroke on the snow.

a long time.

Xi Beifeng stopped sketching, and destroyed the sketched things on the snow with one kick.

He looked at the old man: "It's really easy to calculate. A steamed stuffed bun just wants me to count the secrets. Is it too little?"

The old man with closed eyes smiled and said: "It was you who said it was okay, so I gave you the buns. Now that you have eaten buns, you must not stop working, right? Could it be that the Taoist priests of the Yin Yang family are all such rascals? No wonder There is no successor."

"Damn!" Xi Beifeng's face was full of black lines, and he was in a bad mood: "Hey! Old man, business is business, and you don't have to be so obscene. What do you mean without successors? Am I not human?"

The old man let go of the child's hand, leaned on his cane with both hands, and faced the Taoist priest to rest in the north wind.

The tightly closed eyes under the white eyebrows were about to move slightly.

The Taoist was so frightened that he quickly got up and stopped him: "Hey! Well done! It's not impossible, hehehe."

The old man nodded, smiled without saying a word.

The desolate Taoist sighed helplessly, then sat cross-legged, calm and relaxed in an instant!

Then when he sat down, there was a yin and yang eight trigrams plate, the hexagrams on the plate were erratic, and the universe was reversed.

After a long time, Yin and Yang disappeared, and Xi Beifeng opened his eyes again.

"Old man, you have lost a lot of energy this time, how much should you give?"

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly."

Taoist Yile: "Well, that person is no longer alive."

The old man's eyebrows moved slightly, and he suddenly sighed: "Are you dead..."

The Taoist priest shook his head: "No, it's not on the Yangjian Road, nor on the Underworld Road. The details are too deeply involved, and I can't move it, but there is a high probability that it is not below."

The old man was taken aback for a moment: "Isn't it below? Could it be that he has already got into the woman's stomach?"

"...!" The Taoist priest's face was stiff, which was quite messy: "I don't know, I'm not dead anyway."

The old man was a little unhappy when he heard this.

But when he touched the head of the child next to him, he seemed to be relieved.

"Hmph, it's the same whether he dies or not. My son doesn't care, but I'm very interested in finding a woman. After all, I'm still living on a woman's stomach. Hmph, when I see my son is older than myself, I don't care if I say it." No embarrassment."

The little boy turned his head and looked at the old man: "Is that stomach my mother's?"

"..." The old man was speechless: "The devil knows who your mother is."

The little boy tilted his head, feeling a little regretful.

"Hey, that..." Xi Beifeng interrupted with a smile.

I really can't stand listening to this mess of things, I can only say that your circle is a bit chaotic.

"Hey, look, I'm done with the calculations, should I add some more?"

The old man nodded: "It should."

While talking, he took out two pennies from his sleeve and gave it to the child: "Go, buy another bun."

"..." Xi Beifeng's eyelids twitched: "Old man, you are going too far."

The old man closed his eyes and smiled brightly: "Hahaha, you Yin-Yang Taoist is so unreasonable. How could you suddenly change your mind when you agreed to trade with buns at the beginning?"

"Ok?"

"If you add as much as you want, then I will add a steamed stuffed bun for you. Isn't that too little?"

"Ah, this..."

"Okay, if that's the case, then I won't give it!" The old man lost his temper, took the child who had just bought the buns, turned around and left: "I changed my mind halfway, it doesn't matter if I don't give the buns, old man, I haven't eaten tonight, these things A charlatan, really shameless."

"Fuck???" Xi Beifeng stood there with a dazed expression.

What the hell did I say to me?
Blame me?

"Damn! Blind man! What the hell are you playing with me!"

...

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It has been snowing for several days.

It is rare for Fengjiang to usher in a sunny day in winter.

The streets were bustling with people starting to come out and walk around, and the number of small shops and pavements gradually increased.

With sufficient food, many people in the borderlands began to have other ideas.

Make some snacks, or sell some small handicrafts, and want to make a little money.

The main reason is that there have been more outsiders recently.

Moreover, these people did not shy away from their status as monks.

Since he is a practitioner, he is naturally much richer than ordinary people, and he doesn't care about money if he occasionally eats some local specialties for something new.

It's just that after a long time, it becomes a bit boring. Looking around, there are rows of roasted corn, roasted sweet potatoes, and roasted potatoes.

Not really creative either.

But the helpless thing is that there is nothing else I want to eat, and I can’t find any fresh snacks if I want to eat, so I have to buy it if I don’t buy it.

Wearing black clothes, Xiao Nanhe led his subordinates on the street.

His burly figure is very eye-catching in the crowd, coupled with his domineering eyes, it makes many people feel intimidated.

The aura of fighting on the battlefield cannot be concealed.

Even with a face change, it's still the same.

I have lived in Fengjiang for several days, and the purpose of coming here is to secretly find out the real source of vitality rice.

After all, only by finding the source can the middlemen not make the difference. This principle is applicable everywhere.

Anyway, he didn't believe that this kind of top-grade vitality rice would come from Fengjiang Yamen.

Especially when he saw Master Cao at the gate of Fengjiang Yamen two days ago, he felt even more uncomfortable.

No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a decent person.

Even if a master is like this, the county magistrate of Fengjiang is not bad enough.

Anyway, Xiao Nanhe didn't like dealing with county magistrates.

But several days passed.

No matter how many investigations or unannounced visits, there was no result at all.

No one knows about vitality rice!

Even that old fellow Xu Cunhe didn't know about it, which shows how deep it is hidden.

It's like appearing out of nowhere and then disappearing suddenly.

And the only clue is the Fengjiang Yamen that sponsored grain and grass at that time.

Xiao Nanhe really didn't want to deal with it, but it seemed that there was no other way.

In distress right now.

Duang~! ! !

is walking.

Suddenly, a deafening gong sound shook the entire Fengjiang City.

Someone in the crowd shouted:
"Fengjiang old and young masters!"

"Hurry up! Bring the whole family, old and young, and gather at Caishikou!"

"Our county grandpa is doing charity!"

"Charity? What the hell?"

Xiao Nanhe: "???"

(End of this chapter)