I am immortal in history

Four years of orthodoxy.

spring.

Su Mingyuan was granted the title of Grand Master, becoming the youngest Third Duke since the founding of Taizu.

In March of the same year.

Daqian's land inventory is over, and Su Mingyuan writes a letter to reform the tax system.

The orthodox emperor quasi-played.

The officials had already heard about it, and they made a few noises but did not stop it. The annihilation of the Cui family was like drilling a hole in the roof. Now that the window is broken, it is much easier to accept it.

In June of the same year.

The prime minister at the time, Cai Wenlin, sent a letter begging for his body. After three requests and three resignations, Emperor Zhengtong agreed to return home.

This "flattery prime minister" who served in two dynasties died a good death. After returning to his hometown, he established Wenlin Academy, taught and educated people, and was highly respected by the local people.

After that, no one in Daqian served as prime minister. Cai Wenlin was recorded in the history books, and later generations often used this to set examination questions.

…

The ninth day of September.

Double Ninth Festival.

From the beginning of one yuan, everything is appropriate.

Su Mansion.

Midnight.

The porter took a nap out of boredom, dreaming of an official asking for help from Grand Master Su, bending down and pouting to hand over a greeting card, and stuffing himself with two taels of silver.

suddenly.

Darkness squirmed in the shadow of the door, condensing into a hazy human shape, quietly slipping into the crack of the door.

Follow the screen wall, wall base, and flower bed all the way to the back house.

"Amitabha!"

When the Buddha's chant sounded, the old monk in yellow robe saluted with his left hand and held the sword with his right hand: "Did the donor go to the wrong boundary?"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The signature villain's weird laugh sounded: "When did Buddhism actually mix with the current imperial master?"

"I am the Buddha with mercy."

The old monk looked pitiful: "What Mr. Su has done is a great event that benefits the people all over the world. I am a poor monk but I am weak, but I am willing to contribute!"

"Fuck you bald piece of shit."

A shadow walked out of the darkness, and the black mist dispersed to reveal a human form. It turned out to be a dark-skinned Kunlun slave, cursing in proficient Daqian language.

"Buddhism doesn't pay a penny for the land it occupies. It's even more sinister than a wealthy family!"

The old monk remained silent and allowed the shadow to speak without giving an inch.

"die!"

Kunlun slave jumped up, and a large black mist enveloped him in mid-air. He couldn't see what moves he was using, nor could he see the fists, feet or weapons he used.

The red sword light shone, and the sword in the old monk's hand ignited with fire, and the burning black mist made a sizzling sound.

The old monk was thin, but his sword skills surged forward like a violent storm. Every time he swung the sword, it brought blazing flames and illuminated the dark night.

"What a wood-burning sword technique!"

The mist knew that fighting head-on was far inferior, so it could only rely on strange objects. With a roar, the black mist expanded ten feet, completely covering the old monk.

The old monk's brows were filled with light, as if he had opened his heavenly eyes, and he saw a black shadow three to four feet away on the left.

He jumped up and swung his sword, and the fierce flames cut the black shadow into two pieces without feeling any weight.

"not good!"

"Jiejiejie..."

A strange smile came from behind, and two claws left ten dark scars on the old monk's back.

The old monk felt the poison spreading, and quickly used his true energy to suppress it. His heavenly eye on his forehead turned into protective golden light, and he held a knife on guard.

"Don't worry about this bald donkey. Killing Su is the most important thing."

"good!"

There was a conversation in the black mist. It was obvious that there was not one assassin, but someone else was hiding in the mist, waiting for an opportunity to make a sneak attack.

While talking, Wu Qi came to the backyard and saw the study room with the lights still on.

"As expected of the imperial master, he didn't even run away!"

"Jie Jie Jie! After today, you and I will be famous all over the world."

"Maybe there will be one left in the history books..."

The conversation stopped suddenly, and the sword energy several feet long was seen like a long waterfall, washing away the mist, leaving two black Kunlun slaves on the spot.

His clothes were torn into strips and his body was covered in scars.

"Is this the Five Secrets of the Tao Sect?"

"Who makes the magic of swordsmanship!"

The two Kunlun slaves looked exactly the same. They talked and sang in harmony. They were trembling with fear, but they had no intention of running away.

Squeak.

The study door opened, Su Mingyuan put his hands in his hands and looked at the two of them for a moment.

"From where?"

Plop!

The two Kunlun slaves knelt down in unison, kowtowed, and begged for mercy: "We are from the White Lotus Sect. The leader has received 10,000 taels of silver from the Lu family and wants to kill Mr. Su."

The sword intent hangs on the neck, the murderous intention is awe-inspiring, and he will tell you everything without asking.

When their strength reaches the level of two people, it doesn't matter if they rebel against the White Lotus Sect or sell out to the Lu family, they can still thrive in another realm.

"The Lu family..."

Su Mingyuan frowned slightly, thinking about what to do.

Killing the Nine Clan cannot be used every time, as it will lose its deterrent effect and will also force the aristocratic families to jump over the wall. It is necessary to implement the New Deal without causing chaos in the world.

Only by mastering the balance can the reform be successful.

After pondering for a moment, he turned to his study to write a memorial.

The two Kunlun slaves seemed to have been granted amnesty. One of them breathed out black smoke and was about to leave with his brother. He felt a chill on his neck, and then saw the backs of himself and his brother.

The head fell to the ground, and the breath was cut off.

The sword light rolled up the black skull and Xuan Zi's finger, and chopped it into pieces in mid-air.

…

End of month.

The imperial court issued new regulations on land acres. Anyone who reports concealment and holds the land acres on behalf of others will have 50% of the land owned by the informant and 50% owned by the court.

This decree was of little use when it was first issued. Local officials deceived superiors and deceived subordinates, and ordinary people had no way to report it.

Seeing this, the aristocratic family heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, they taunted Su Mingyuan in a strange way. Don't let your imagination run wild on some things.

Unexpectedly, something foolish and bold happened in Yizhou.

After first going to the Yamen to report him, he went all the way to the capital to report him. More than a dozen waves of gangsters intercepted and killed him on the road, but they were unable to kill him.

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Hundreds of thousands of acres of land were hidden or held on behalf of others, and even the names of the people who held the land on behalf of the people were clearly known. Lu Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites confessed on the spot, claiming that he had not strictly disciplined his tribe.

The orthodox emperor thought about his past achievements in the Lu family, showed mercy outside the law, and only punished the culprits.

Silly and boldly allocated more than 50,000 acres of land, and happily returned home all the way, talking about it to everyone he met.

The people of the world were in an uproar.

…

This day.

The backyard of the mortuary.

Li Ping'an sat cross-legged and mobilized the qi and blood in his body according to the records of Hunyuan Gong.

Half an hour passed.

My legs were a little numb, and I still didn't feel the Qi, so I had to stop exercising.

"Taoist Master, is this Qi so difficult to practice?"

"Ninety-nine percent of people in the world only do physical exercises. This is no joke."

Yan Chixiao said: "Even in the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism, only a few true disciples can practice true qi. And most of them are after successful physical training, the qi and blood are like mercury, which is much easier than ordinary people."

Li Ping'an had no choice but to take advantage of Yan Chixiao's temporary stay in the capital to consult Kunlun Hunyuan Kung Fu.

As a result, there were no errors or omissions in the technique, but the true energy could not be sensed.

Yan Chixiao said: "To cultivate Zhenqi, you must either accumulate it over time and slowly ponder it, or you must be gifted and have great understanding. There is no shortcut."

"Take it easy."

Li Ping'an is not in a hurry, what he lacks most is time.

"Taoist Master Yan has stayed in the capital for so long this time?"

Yan Chixiao nodded and said, "It's almost as fast as I can do something entrusted to me."

When the two were talking, they didn't pay attention to Zhang Yu, who was listening blankly next to them.

With simple and straightforward thinking, he subconsciously followed the operation route of Hunyuan Gong, and wisps of true energy grew in his Dantian.

His energy and blood were greatly consumed, and his complexion turned as white as snow.