As soon as it was dawn, the door of the house where Yuzhou Demon Xiu was squatting was violently knocked on.
"Are you out of breath? Get out and open the door!"
The same treatment was given to other houses on one street.
People tremblingly lie in the cracks of the door and watch, seeing that they are yamen dressed as officials, and they are instantly nervous. It is early in the morning, the well water has just been pumped back, and the stove is not hot yet.
One unfortunate family had mottled walls outside, and the house was dilapidated.
The person huddled in the room was so frightened that he quickly came out and begged for mercy: "Poor... poor master, what are you?"
"What a broken house!" the yamen scolded.
"As for Baojia, the household registration has been checked, this year's corvée—"
An old man came out tremblingly and complained incessantly, "You see, Mr. Chai, dozens of families on this street have already paid their money to the yamen three months ago, and those who can't afford it, Half a month ago, I followed the officials to the river bank to serve corvée! Why are you bringing this up again?"
"All right!"
The leading yamen was sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked, his clothes were dangling on his body, and he was still holding an iron ruler and chain in his hand.
Baojia felt that he was very humble, and his heart was bitter: Could it be that after Li Junshou left office, the officers in the yamen also changed their heads, and they were going to exploit the people again
As everyone knows, this yamen is completely half-hearted. Although he is standing and talking to Baojia, his eyes are straight to the big mansion on the corner of the street, and his mouth does not forget to threaten: "Some people say that you are here to hide the people and avoid the corvée!"
The old man shivered with fright.
This is not a matter of "people". Four families are one "neighbor", and five "neighbors" are one "guarantor". If something goes wrong, everyone from Baojia to the neighborhood will not be able to escape. It is also dragged out to play the board, and the head parade to the public.
"Nothing, everyone here, the little old man, is clear..."
Baojia was silent. He saw the yamen slamming on the door of other people's houses. He was just pretending to be loud, but he was actually heading for the big house on the corner of the street.
There used to be rumors that this house was haunted. Later, a group of men from all over the world bought it, but it was not much better. The Ergou family across the street got up in the middle of the night and saw a figure floating on the eaves. Been talking nonsense for days.
Thinking of this, Bao Jia had a headache.
He couldn't understand why he didn't realize what was wrong with the people who bought the house at that time, and why so many people in the neighborhood did not object, so that people successfully bought the house.
"Master, there are a group of foreigners living there, who are traders." Baojia carefully took out the rhetoric on the surface, trying to shirk his responsibility, "They claim to be traders from other places, and they come to Yuzhou to do business. When people come and go, it looks very lively, but in fact, they are all men who are darts, they do not live here, nor do they have household registration in the government."
"Hey, let's go!"
The head of the yamen was actually the external steward of the Chen residence. He had been ordered by Mr. Song to come to trouble Chen He.
According to Mr. Song's intention, find a Yuko to drive this group of Jianghu people out of Yuzhou City.
-Since Chen Zhen has no intention of recognizing such a son, Mr. Song must of course share the master's worries and wipe out future troubles. Chen Zhen is a person who "has a deep affection for his deceased wife, his firstborn son died at an early age and has not been married yet." Incompetent son, what does this look like? Very bad for reputation.
Wufu, no matter how powerful he is, that's what he is.
As the saying goes, people don't fight with officials, and Mr. Song used people to find faults. He also used a very legitimate excuse. He specially told the leader not to do anything. If he killed him, he would check the household registration, and it would become a job.
The law stipulates that those who do not serve corvée after the expiration date and do not pay the money for the servitude will not only be punished heavily, but also sentenced to exile.
How can sinners continue to live here
Mr. Song's hand is an old way for the government to make money. The merchants offered money and bribes, and the Jianghu people had no choice but to sell their houses and leave here.
Mr. Song has already mentioned to the people in the yamen: No matter who comes and how much you pay, you won't let go! Be sure to drive this group out of Yuzhou.
The Chen family steward, who took the lead as a yamen, was beating his heart. After knowing that his opponents were a group of rebellious guys, he immediately decided to bring a lot of people to build up their momentum. He didn't even get close, he just stood in the distance and pretended to hold Bao Jia accountable.
Strange to say, they knocked and smashed so vigorously that people in several streets were woken up. Why is there still no movement in the house
- The formation of the spiritual power cloth only responds to the approaching of the spiritual power.
As for the sound? The voices were cut off, and it was a coincidence that the demon cultivators from Yuzhou from the Jindan stage and above all came and gathered together. On the one hand, they were afraid of Chen He's ability to eradicate a middle-level demon cultivator. Wanting to find out where Shi Feng is going, they are all respectful and ready to look at the situation and show their loyalty.
There was a lot of excitement in the front garden hall, but this was considered a secret discussion, and of course it wouldn't let outsiders listen to the slightest movement.
There is no magic cultivator who dares to be late, and everyone is here. As long as the formation outside the mansion is not touched, the low-level magic cultivator responsible for welcoming guests has no intention to pay attention to the movement outside.
It's just dawn, and the people in the neighborhood haven't had time to start a fire. What can happen
Anyone who knocks on the door for a long time will get angry if there is no response inside. The yamen officers saw a lot of cowards, thinking that this house was too, and immediately slammed it with iron chains.
Baojia looked at these ferocious officers with trepidation. He didn't know how to stop them. After holding it for a while, he said hesitantly, "Master, shouldn't this be... No one is home?"
"nonsense!"
The anger in the leading yamen also rose.
Mr. Song really saw it. There were a lot of people in this house in the past two days, and none of them were the people of Yuzhou City.
"Kick the door open for me!"
Relying on the support of the government and standing in a safe place outside the Chen family, he decided to show the other party some color.
After receiving the order, the yamen immediately stretched their feet viciously—
"Ouch!"
"what!"
The screams continued, and all the people rolling on the ground were people holding their feet and screaming in pain.
The whole street was awakened, and the mortals who were hiding behind the cracks of their doors to see the situation were dumbfounded.
Bao Jia's mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, and his beard was shaking, which was very funny.
Looking at the ordinary wooden door without even paint, everyone felt an unbelievably ridiculous feeling in their hearts: How can this door be so strong
The magic cultivators had no idea what was going on outside.
In the center of the flower hall, a crimson flame is suspended, flowing into mountains and rivers, and a pale flame covers it, occupying a small area on the Central Plains, and the place marked is Yuzhou.
The magic cultivators held their breaths, and when they saw the pale flames, they instantly felt that they had realized something: It turns out that the ultimate goal of dual cultivation is to fuse the true fire of samadhi together
Maybe Shi Feng and Chen He got some benefits in Xiaoyang Mountain.
Now that Shi Feng has soared, Chen He—maybe it will be soon
Thinking of this, many demon cultivators showed eager eyes. They didn't want to ascend, but they really wanted to take advantage of the power and be a Demon Venerable. This is especially true of the several demon cultivators in the Divine Transformation Stage. They didn't look down on Chen He very much at first. They were so overwhelmed by Chen He that they couldn't lift their heads. They felt both fear and anger in their hearts. Now they just feel that the void has a big cake. It looked very tempting.
They have already seen that Chen He is different from Shi Feng. The latter is not very interested in the power territory of Demon Venerable, but the former just condenses such a map, and the red flame sweeping the world immediately makes people feel a suffocating coercion .
- Under Chen He's fingertips, the world in front of Chen He is not that big in the entire Central Plains.
Chen He grabbed his five fingers at will, and the map immediately turned into a stream of crimson flames, all of which fell into Chen He's palm.
"The strength of magic is not as good as before."
Chen He said slowly, he was condescending and had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions.
"After the disappearance of Venerable Xiang, their people turned their eyes and stared at us. There are many demon cultivators in Qingzhou who refused to accept Venerable Moon Swallowing. What can't be ignored is that many sects of the right way have long been waiting for the infighting of the devil's way. Just like we are talking about the general trend of the world here, the Han Mingzong gathering faction must also be thinking about how to defeat the devil with the greatest strength in this chaos."
The cultivators all over the world use almost the same panacea. If there are too many magic cultivators, it will be difficult for the righteous sect to live.
The right way is big, and there are few Demon Venerable people, so the Demon Cultivators can't grab all kinds of good things.
- Everyone has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, an opportunity to raise your eyebrows and step on each other's feet.
"Now is a great opportunity for the right path." Chen He looked around at everyone, and saw that they were all worried, and felt satisfied. The strength of his subordinates can generally be tolerated, but if he is stupid and arrogant, he can't bear it.
"The venerable Xiang disappeared, the venerable Guiming avoided the Western Regions, and the devil path is equivalent to losing two devil venerables."
The speaker still didn't have the guts to mention where Shi Feng had gone.
"So where do you think they will start?" Chen He asked casually.
The demons froze and looked at each other, some timid, their faces turned pale.
"Is Yuzhou a good target?" Chen He asked again.
At this time, a voice suddenly appeared at the back of the crowd:
"No! I don't think so!"
All the demon cultivators turned their heads in unison, seeing that it was a female cultivator who was only in the Jindan stage, and some people had already shown disdain.
"Who are you?"
The old man next to the female cultivator was so frightened that he winked at her. She turned a blind eye and said loudly, "Miaojiang Five Poison Sect, White Centipede."
"Why are the people from the Five Poison Sect here?" All the demons were in an uproar.
A few years ago, people from the Five Poison Sect were still probing their brains in Yuzhou, slandering a female cultivator who was kidnapped by Gorefiend's junior brother.
uh, it seems like-
"People in the devil's way, you can choose to serve as a devil after you leave the apprenticeship. There is no big grievance between the Five Poison Sect and the Yuzhou fellows. Why not come with me with an uncle?"
The old man from the Five Poison Sect was stared at by everyone, sweating down.
Originally, the other party accepted it immediately and allowed to participate in this kind of occasion. The people of the Five Poison Sect were already so excited that they didn't expect the most promising junior from the division to make trouble.
"White centipede, come back quickly, here are all seniors—"
Chen He said lightly: "It's okay, you say."
The white centipede looked up: "Although there is no Mahayana Demon Lord in Yuzhou, and neither does the capital, after the death of Huanjian Venerable, Xiang Wanchun may be the puppet of Venerable Shattering Heaven, so the demon power over there is actually still Venerable Shattering Heaven. Yuzhou seems to be empty, but apart from the lack of one Demon Venerable, there is no shortage of others. On the other hand, Venerable Qingzhou Swallowing Moon is busy resolving disputes in the territory. In the past two years, the chaos of Qingzhou's various sects has increased unabated. Great loss of strength."
"Furthermore, the orthodox sect always likes to use some high-sounding excuses. Qingzhou has many demon cultivators, and there are ferocious cultivators who are addicted to eating.
She took a deep breath and said firmly to the crowd: "So once the battle between the righteous and the devil breaks out, Qingzhou will bear the brunt."
Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but think.
Chen He smiled lazily, but the powerful subordinates in his previous life looked at him pleasing to the eye.
White Centipede is the No. 1 general under Venerable Liyan's command. He cannot sit in such a position just because of his high strength. Chen He originally thought that it would take hundreds of years for her to come forward this time, but she did not expect that she would decide to preemptively occupy a position of counseling under her own power.
Not to mention, if you really want to let the white centipede mingle in the magic cultivator, it is not easy to promote and rely on it.
"You're right..."
Chen He's smile suddenly froze.
The Beixuan faction is the most sensitive to the changes in the energy of heaven and earth. Even through the formation, he still felt something was wrong: "Come on, go out and have a look."
"Master Chen?"
The demon cultivators sank their faces. Could it be that the righteous path has come to court death so quickly? Not Qingzhou
The white centipede also looked surprised, and his face was full of "Impossible, is the righteous way more stupid than I expected, persimmons do not pick softly, and play cards unreasonably"
When everyone walked into the courtyard, they couldn't hear anything through the formation, only to see a group of people climbing up with ladders on the side of the courtyard wall.
"… "
Who is this who has been fed up to climb the wall of the future Demon Zun's house in Yuzhou? !
Subconsciously untied the formation, and the noise immediately filled his ears.
"Master, this house must be haunted! How can there be a door that can't be broken open?"
"Yeah, there's no movement inside."
"Stop talking nonsense! Are there any people living here, thinking the government doesn't know? Just pretend to be dead?"
The first yamen to climb up the wall wiped his sweat: "Hey, this yard is quite big...big..."
His expression stiffened, and he looked down at the people in the courtyard who were staring at him with dark faces.
"what-"
As soon as your hands are loosened, you fall on your back.
"There are ghosts, the yard is full of people, all of them... No sound!"
At this time, because the formation was revoked, the gate was broken open with a bang, and the yamen with iron ropes rushed up and saw strange people in the yard (some of the magician costumes were unique, their hair was disheveled, and their faces were green to be bluffing). ), I heard the wailing of the yamen who had just climbed the wall, and stopped for a moment.
There seems to be a chilling, inexplicable fear.
The yamen servants stammered when they asked in a stern voice: "Check! The government investigates the servants, who are you...who are you, and where are you registered? Where's Lu Yin? Have you... paid the money for the servants?"
Demon cultivators, look at me, and I look at you.
Silently, he touched something from his side with a blindfold.
This is what Chen He saw when he came out: a group of yamen officials were seriously checking hairpins, broken handkerchiefs, copper plates, and even random stones in the courtyard.
"This can only prove that you have household registration and the money to buy corvée..."
Another bunch of messy things came over.
"What are you doing, how can the government still issue an official letter that you paid corvée?"
The yamen asked suspiciously.