I Came From The Mortal World

Chapter 10: Prince County Magistrate

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At this moment, all the disciples and servants of the Zhou family finally rushed over, rushing towards Xu Yi like crazy.

Xu Yi Yiran was not afraid, and charged away with a long sword.

This was a feast of killing. Two years of inhuman torture had brought him unimaginable strength.

The bloody feud accumulated for several generations made his heart as cold as iron, and his killing intent was soaring.

After several slashes, Xu Yi resolutely discarded the knife. His fist and body were the most familiar and sharpest weapons.

Every part of his body turned into a sharp weapon for killing. With his irresistible strength and swift movement, Xu Yi's subordinates had no one to fight against.

It was less than half a stick of incense, and under Xu Yi's body, there were countless corpses, bones piled up like a mountain, and blood flowed across the oars.

The astonishing killing intent finally defeated the sky-like frenzy, whoever shouted first, the besieging crowd dispersed like a tide.

Xu Yi didn't chase after him, he turned into the backyard and caught a maid who was running away.

After half a stick of incense, the vast Zhou family mansion seemed to have turned into an oil shop, with the smell of tung oil and kerosene wafting around.

At this moment, Xu Yi plunged into Mrs. Zhou's study.

The Zhou family was rich and powerful, and Xu Yi returned empty-handed since he didn't want to enter Baoshan.

Ever since he harvested more than a dozen red gold coins from Elder Feng's pocket, it is difficult for him to see worldly goods.

Therefore, instead of searching for many warehouses of the Zhou family, he only entered the study of the Zhou family's grandfather.

Xu Yi firmly believed that the most precious thing, the old man would never trust others to take care of it.

Old Mrs. Zhou's study room is very spacious, seven to eight feet in length and width, as wide as a galloping horse, decorated with antique flavors, on the golden nanmu desk, and in the golden and silver-carved seven treasure incense burner, sandalwood is burning carefully, the whole study room is elegant and pleasant.

However, Xu Yi was not interested in appreciating. After digging through boxes and cabinets, he found a pile of valuable study rooms, calligraphy and paintings. With his eyesight, he knew that it would be normal enough to just take out one and exchange it for money. The people's family eats for half their lives.

The current Xu Yi didn't want to be here. He scanned his surroundings for a moment, and with a thought, he suddenly punched.

Boom boom boom...

After dozens of punches, none of the four walls of the study room was intact, and all of them were broken into big holes more than a foot deep.

Looking around, Xu Yi found a one-foot-square red wooden box on the left wall. The hidden compartments around the wooden box were all broken.

When the wooden box was opened, a red light was emitted, Xu Yi's eyes were stared straight, the box contained two pieces of red money cakes that were the size of sesame cakes but extremely thick.

He took out a piece and weighed it. Each piece of red money cake weighs a hundred taels.

Xu Yi suppressed the agitation in his heart, stuffed two money cakes into his waist pocket, and suddenly, a wax-sealed envelope appeared at the bottom of the box.

Xu Yi opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, and read ten lines at a glance.

It turned out that this letter was a private letter sent to Zhou Daoqian by the old man of the Zhou family. There was nothing special in the letter, except to say hello, and he hoped that Zhou Daoqian could speak to Lingxiao Pavilion on his behalf and increase the Zhou family's share in a certain mine vein.

The letter was full of trivial matters, but Xu Yi got useful information from the letter.

These two pieces of red money cakes are unusual, they are the Zhou family's contribution to the Ling Xiao Pavilion once every three years.

"The Zhou family's three years of accumulation, only have these two pieces of red money cakes. They are very precious. I am an old thief. I don't care if you are in the High Heaven Pavilion or not. This windfall, my master will decide!"

Xu Yi's heart was full of pride, and when he thought of the old thief getting the news, he was furious, and his heart felt like a tide of pleasure.

He casually ignited the letter paper on the candle on the table, Xu Yi went out the door, and threw it on the window edge that was already drenched with tung oil, and instantly, the flames blazed.

The wind howled and the flames rose into the air, but within the time of half a stick of incense, the Zhou family's mansion with tens of thousands of mansions was turned into a sea of flames.

At the same time that Xu Yi set the fire wildly, a cavalry team traveled westward and arrived at Zhoujiazhuang more than ten miles away.

The leader is a white-clothed young man, fair-skinned and handsome, his appearance is five points similar to that of Mr. Zhou, the sword around his waist is covered with colorful gems, and the white horse under his crotch is tall and long, more than half a head taller than his peers, with hair all over his body Not one variegated.

The sky is high and the clouds are white, the torrential Longjiang River, the white fish chasing the waves, the vast soup, the Huiyin Mountain is green and gloomy, the sky winds down the forest, the green trees are swaying, and the fresh air is blowing. Dao, "Under the emerald green mountain, the Cangjiang River sings every night. Recalling this distant lovesickness, Qingzun Zhanfanggreen."

"Good poems, good poems, wonderful poems!"

Wu Zhixian, who was half a horse's head behind the white-clothed son, praised him, "Brother Zhou is not only handsome, but also talented. What's more rare is that at a young age, his martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of body training. He is worthy of being the successor of the venerable Tao !"

"Uncle Shi is awarded the prize. I heard from my father that when he was studying in Guang'an in the past, he formed friends with a group of Guang'an heroes. Uncle Shi is a master of poetry and calligraphy, and he is the leading talent in the society. Now, in only twenty years, Uncle Shi has already been honored as the honor of a county, he is really a talent from heaven."

The young man in white replied loudly, his words were decent, Wu Zhixian Nianxu smiled and hummed again and again.

At this point, the identity of this young man in white is already clear, it is Zhou Shirong, the second son of Zhou Daogan.

This time, he left the High Heaven Pavilion and returned to Guang'an. Firstly, he represented Zhou Daoqian to return to his hometown to visit relatives;

It was a long way from Zhou's old house to Ling Xiao Pavilion, the two gold cakes were very valuable, Zhou Daogan didn't dare to take risks, so he sent Zhou Shirong to personally escort them.

And this county magistrate of Wu is exactly the friend he met when Zhou Daoqian, who had just completed martial arts, had not yet entered the Lingxiao Pavilion, and traveled to Guang'an in the past.

In today's world, martial arts are flourishing, not only there are many sects and families, but also the royal power accumulated by the Dayue royal court for thousands of years, which makes people dare not offend.

In the past, Zhou Daoqian had just completed martial arts, and he was not favored by famous schools. All he thought about was to gain fame and protect the law of the king.

Therefore, with a group of so-called like-minded people, they gathered for banquets and tours all day long, so they all belonged to one society, called "Mingwang Society", which means the vast king's law.

At that time, Wu Zhi County joined the Ming Wang Club. However, although he was in the same club, Zhou Daoqian was both civil and military, and his martial arts were superb. Doing better than Zhou Dao, Wuzhi County will inevitably be gloomy.

But because of this cause and effect, this time when Zhou Shirong went to Guang'an, he naturally had to greet Wu Zhixian.

It should be known that Ling Xiao Pavilion is located in Guang'an, although it belongs to one of the three famous families, its authority has already been established.

Although the county magistrate of Wu is no more than the seventh rank, and the martial arts is no more than the pinnacle of physical training, he is in the public family and represents the royal power.

Zhou Shirong knew very well that when he really went down to the local area, the signboard of Wuzhi County was much easier to use than the inner disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Sure enough, Zhou Shirong went to pay a visit to Wuzhi County. Wu Zhixian was very happy and went with the team to Zhou's old house.

With the support of Wuzhi County, the journey along the way is naturally smooth and smooth.

However, Zhou Shirong and Wu Zhixian were flattering each other, chatting and laughing happily, and a thick smoke rose from the northwest, Zhou Shirong hurriedly stopped talking, stretched out his hand and patted the horse's back, and his body rose into the air, about three feet high, overlooking the Looking from a distance, with a brush, his face was livid.

The moment Zhou Shirong soared into the air, Wu Zhixian had already seen that smoke column, and his heart dropped suddenly, knowing that it was a disaster.

Zhou's family is a prominent local family, and because of Zhou Daoqian's relationship, he has always been courteous, and he has traveled to and from Zhou's house many times, but seeing a few miles away, the flames are like a sea, and black smoke covers the sky, so he doesn't know that it is the Zhou family that started the fire.

In other words, even if other people's houses were on fire, they would not be able to burn in such a way.