Martial Cultivator

Weizhou, Tianqing County.

There is a light rain today.

It is said that spring rain is as expensive as oil, but the rain after summer is not so valuable. After all, after these days, it is the thunderstorm season. In the south, especially in Weizhou, it is rainy. It's valuable, and the people also ask for not too much rain. After all, when the summer floods come, there may be a flood.

Wasn’t that what happened in the Weizhou flood two years ago?

Common people, if they cannot seek glory and wealth, they can only seek food and clothing. If they cannot even seek food and clothing, it would be great if they could live in peace.

How can we achieve peace? That is to say, God will not mess around, and the emperor can put more thought into the people.

In the rain curtain, two oil-paper umbrellas, one in front and one behind, were slowly moving in the rain. The raindrops fell on the surface of the oil-paper umbrellas, then slid down the umbrella surface and fell onto the bluestone on the ground.

Their faces were hidden under the umbrellas and could not be seen clearly, but they could be seen wearing official boots. The pair of official boots in front were embroidered with some cloud patterns. According to regulations, they should be from the Daliang Dynasty. Only civil servants can wear them. As for the man behind him, he is wearing a pair of official boots. They are completely black with only some dark patterns on them. At first glance, they are military attache regulations.

In a Tianqing County, there are not many civil and military officials who are qualified to wear such official boots. The identities of the two are actually ready to be revealed.

The two of them came to the alley one after another, and then stopped one after another. The man standing in front heard that there was no sound on the umbrella. The raindrops had not hit the umbrella so frequently, so he simply closed the umbrella. It just shows a young face.

The man was thin and wearing official clothes.

Convinced, there is nothing childish about his young face, but rather calm.

"The one who is now at the height of his power in the city of Gods. I heard that he lived in this alley in his early years?"

The young official shook off the rainwater from the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, looked at the Peach Blossom Alley with a smile, and said with emotion, "Ning Zhen's envoy should find a place to live in this alley. Maybe he will have to go to the prefecture and county in a few years." Become a guardian and arrive at the capital of God little by little."

Ning Zhenshi, a very interesting title.

The same young guard shook his head and said, "It's not that easy. At first, I thought he was lucky to be in this situation, but since I came to Tianqing County, I haven't found any monsters in the nearby mountains in the past few years. Know that everything cannot be expressed by luck.”

The young magistrate smiled and said, "Is it related to the surname Chen?"

Guard Ning shook his head and said, "Many people named Chen have died these days."

Tianqing County and Shendu are not close together. It will take time for what happened there to reach here, but it will eventually reach us. Now the news about Ye Shendu has reached here, and they all know about Ye Huangcheng. The story that happened, and we also know the identity of the young man who used to be the guardian here.

"His journey has been unbelievable. Not to mention that he has just sat in the position of commander of the left guard. Even if he has become a guard, I think it is just a little too early."

Sheriff Ning glanced at the young magistrate and said with a smile, "Master magistrate, what do you think?"

The surname Ning is really subtle.

The young magistrate smiled and said, "It makes sense, but Ning Zhenshou

Are you really willing to watch him sit in that seat? "

Guard Ning smiled and said nothing, just looking at the alley.

The young magistrate said with emotion, "Who would have thought that a person who could influence the world's trends would actually live in such a shabby alley many years ago. It's really touching."

"Want to go and have a look?"

The young magistrate raised his head and said, "We've already come here, why not go take a look, right?"

Ning Zhenzheng said, "The man in front of me said that he couldn't sleep every day since he learned that that place was his residence. I don't know how many times he thought about repairing this place, but then he felt that it was unauthorized. If you do something, that person won't be happy, so you don't do anything."

"Being an official is difficult."

After the young magistrate sighed with emotion, he didn't say much and just walked inside. He had only been here as magistrate for two months and had just become familiar with the situation here. He had not yet had time to set foot in the small courtyard.

The time when Governor Ning took office was not much different from that of the magistrate in front of him, and neither of them had ever been to that small courtyard.

However, when he saw the young magistrate walking into the alley, Ning Zhen's envoy did not intend to follow him. After standing in the alley for a moment, the envoy shook his head and looked up at the sky.

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The young magistrate walked into the alley and soon reached the end, arriving at the door of the small courtyard. The lock on the door was already rusty.

After standing for a moment, the young magistrate did not step into it, but turned his head and looked at the small courtyard opposite.

On the threshold of the door, there was a bored man sitting on the threshold, holding a big bowl and eating.

It is indeed lunch time now.

Looking at the young man in official uniform in front of me

The man didn't want to pay attention to the county magistrate. He just dug a few mouthfuls of rice and stuffed in a few vegetable leaves.

The young magistrate looked at the man and said with a smile, "I haven't eaten either, so can I come to your house for a simple meal?"

The man didn't care when he heard the title "I am the official." He just said vaguely, "I'm not from the same group... I can't go to the same table."

The young magistrate nodded and said with emotion, "The Zhou family's gate... was indeed not very easy to enter... but... I am an old friend of Mr. Zhou."

The man swallowed a mouthful of rice and nodded, "My old friend is great."

"Then I can't come to your house for a meal?" the young magistrate said with a smile, as if he couldn't hear the sarcasm in the man in front of him.

The man smiled and said, "Don't talk about it now, even back then, I probably didn't have any friendship with you."

The young magistrate sighed, "What's there to say about what happened back then? Times have changed. Who would have thought that you could still be alive when you caused such a big trouble? It seems that your last name doesn't matter, but there are people standing behind you. Who does matter."

"Without that incident, Brother Zhou should be the next dean of the academy, right?"

The young magistrate stood in the alley and sighed, "What a twist of fate."

The man put down the white bowl, stood up, looked at the young man in front of him, thought for a moment, and said, "It looks like we have met before."

"More than just meeting each other, we were classmates back then. It's just that Brother Zhou was more lucky and won the favor of the dean, while I was less lucky."

The young magistrate rubbed his head.

The man looked at the young magistrate in front of him and said with some confusion, "Wearing a face? Or some other means?"

But no matter what, pretending to be young is so fucking shameless! "