I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 262 Entering Jingping

Early the next morning, Song Boyu put on his official uniform and went to Jingping Yamen.

Jingping Yamen is located in Yongningfang, which is relatively remote. If Song Boyu hadn't been here once, he might not have been able to find it.

As soon as they arrived at the gate, they saw Shu Min, a female official, waiting at the door. When Shu Min saw Song Boyu, she said, "Boyu, Mr. Zeng happens to be at the Yamen. You didn't see Mr. Zeng when you came last time. It's time to meet him now."

The Master Zeng that Shu Min was talking about was Jingping Ling Zeng Long live, whom he had met once in the Confucian Temple.

Following Shu Min, we walked all the way deep underground. After opening the door, we suddenly became surrounded by birds singing, flowers fragrant, green trees shading, and a unique cave.

Shu Min smiled and said to Song Boyu: "This is a secret place taken from Lingxu. We stabilized it and became the base of our yamen. Mr. Zeng is in that thatched cottage."

Song Boyu looked at it with his sacred jade eyes, and found that there were two colors of gold and red intertwined with luck above the thatched cottage, and it turned into a ferocious tiger, which was scary to look at.

The lucky tiger seemed to be aware of it and actually looked in Song Boyu's direction.

Song Boyu hurriedly closed his divine eyes, but his heartbeat kept accelerating, and he thought secretly: "This Lord Zeng Long live Zeng is actually a monk from the Tribulation! It is simply terrifying and unbelievable, but since the imperial court has such a person in charge of the mourning hometown, why did this happen two years ago? Tragedy! Could it be a conflict between different factions in the imperial court?"

Song Boyu thought of the tragedy on the New Year's Eve night, when nearly ten thousand people died, and almost every family in Ping'an Square wore sackcloth and mourning. He wanted to rush in and ask Zeng Wansui why he didn't take action.

But after all, he couldn't be so impulsive. Song Boyu was just wary of Zeng Wansui in his heart. Even if the court was in trouble, this man was too cold-blooded. Could it be that ten thousand people were killed just to bring down Wang Siqian?

Trying to control his expression, Song Boyu followed Shu Min into the thatched cottage.

Zeng Wansui was dressed in official official uniform and was making tea and drinking. In front of him was a one-meter-square chessboard with many puppets placed on it, which seemed to have some kind of formation.

Song Boyu subconsciously thought of his grandfather Wu Yan, who also practiced puppetry.

"Boyu, Boyu. Hurry up and bow to the lord!" Seeing that Song Boyu was in a daze, Shu Min couldn't help but kicked Song Boyu lightly on his calf, reminding him in a low voice.

Only then did Song Boyu come to his senses, and bowed to the ground: "I just saw you, and I can't help but recall the time we met in the Confucian Temple. I was a little lost in thought, and I hope you will forgive me."

Zeng Wansui looks very ordinary, but quite imposing. Unlike Wang Siqian, his imposing manner is restrained and only occasionally shows a hint of edge.

"It doesn't matter. Shu Min and Chen Daorong have both told me about your situation. You are very talented in martial arts. I agree to grant Qin Wu the method of refining the Yin God. When you become a Yin God in the martial arts, you can become a member of the same level and a different person. Lang Guan, acted in a group with Shu Min, Chen Daorong and Du Renlong."

Shu Min was very happy, and immediately said to Song Boyu: "This is a great opportunity. The Tongping Yilang official is half a rank lower than the Ping Yilang official, and he is the ninth rank. But don't underestimate this position. The highest position a monk can hold in the court is no more than five." Goods, otherwise it will be bad for yourself and the court.

We monks are different from ordinary bureaucrats in that we are ninth-grade officials. We can use the official aura for our own use and share our luck. We also have the training salary and immortal magic secrets provided by the court. All these benefits are far better than being a casual person. build. "

Song Boyu had some superficial understanding of the way of luck, and knew that if his cultivation could not withstand the luck of the official position, his cultivation would be destroyed by the energy of the system; if his cultivation was too strong, it could absorb the entire national destiny and affect it. The stability of the dynasty may even lead to the demise of the dynasty.

It is indeed a more appropriate position for a monk to stop at the fifth level.

Even though Song Boyu had two rounds of golden light of human merit and a ball of blue-purple heavenly merit, he would not give up the ninth-grade official position.

He quickly bowed and said: "Thank you Master Zeng for your support. I will definitely practice hard and strive to become a martial arts Yin Shen as soon as possible."

Even so, Song Boyu was still wary of Zeng Wansui and had always been cautious.

Zeng Wansui didn't seem to be interested in talking. He waved his hand and let Song Boyu and Shu Min leave. His eyes flickered and he stared at the top of Song Boyu's head. In his spiritual vision, Song Boyu had a golden light of merit, which was very extraordinary.

After Song Boyu left, Zeng Wansui smiled half-heartedly, played with the puppet, and said in a low voice: "A man of great merit who is about to become a martial artist? It's really interesting. Such a person should be of great use in the future and should be cultivated well." nourish."

Song Boyu, led by Shu Min, went directly to the warehouse. Along the way, Song Boyu took the opportunity to ask about Zeng Wansui.

"Sister Minmin, I feel that Master Zeng is extremely powerful and his strength must be very profound. I wonder what level of monk he is?"

Shu Min whispered: "This is no secret. Mr. Zeng is a strong man in the fourth realm of visualization level. However, he has been injured over the years and has never recovered. Now he does not take action easily."

Song Boyu nodded and did not ask any more questions, but he became more wary of Zeng Wansui. As expected, this man had concealed his cultivation. Although it was to hide his trump card, it still made people feel a little uneasy.

The Warehouse is a place where various supplies of Jingping Yamen are stored. It is directly under the jurisdiction of the head of Jingping Yamen and has three officials.

Although Song Boyu was a successor, he was still very polite to the three old officials, and even gave some valuable small items.

The three old officials felt that Song Boyu, a young man, was modest and polite, so they took Song Boyu to see the master, Bo Sun Sansi.

Sun Sansi is an old monk in his 60s with a slender figure and a gloomy look.

Song Boyu heard from three old officials that when Lord Zhubo was young, he was an official of Pingyilang, but his cultivation had been lingering in the realm of conjuration and was unable to break through. Finally, he resigned from the position of Pingyilang and became the official of Zhubo. It's a pension.

Sun Sansi was not very interested in Song Boyu. After chatting for a few words, he asked Song Boyu to listen to the three old officials and let him leave.

Song Boyu politely negotiated with the three old officials about their work. Two people worked in shifts, and one person only worked for fifteen days. The main job was to count the warehouse and record the materials in and out of the warehouse. It was actually very easy.

At the end of the day, Song Boyu invited the three old officials to have a meal at Cuiyu Tower. They drank and drank together to get closer to each other. When they returned home, they found that the lobby was bright and Xiu Niang was receiving a good-looking woman.

This woman was dressed in silk and satin, with a complacent expression. She looked at Song Boyu gently, covered her face and stood up: "This must be Song Yasi, he is really a young talent.

The slave family belongs to Qu Mu, the wife of Qu Buping's family next door. My husband, Qu Buping, is a painter. He once painted the "Picture of Hundred Children Serving Peach Blossoms" to celebrate the birthday of the mother of the Chief Minister of Sili, which was praised by the feudal lord..."

Song Boyu was a little embarrassed as he listened to the lady's talk, from her husband to political and economic issues to the short-lived parents of nearby neighbors. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Fortunately, Xiuniang came to the rescue in time and allowed Song Boyu to wash up and rest while she continued to chat with the neighbor's wife.

(End of this chapter)