: Polite, Governor Cao

"Senior, please do your work and I'll take a look."

Lin Mang said, walking towards the rear area.

The old man in gray shirt asked curiously: "Have you made a meritorious service again?"

The last time I came here, it seemed that it was authorized by the governor.

"Yeah." Lin Mang looked around as he walked and said casually: "I've been promoted to Qianhu."

The old man in gray shirt was stunned for a moment.

Thousand households?

Looking at Lin Mang's back in disbelief, he asked in confusion: "Is it so casual now that Jin Yiwei is promoted to a thousand households?"

The old man shook his head and said sincerely: "Well, I have to congratulate you. This is the first time I have seen such a young Qianhu in the secret warehouse for decades."

The old man walked back to the bed with a sigh.

With such a talent, getting involved in court disputes is really a waste of this talent.

The affairs of the court are complicated, and even if you are talented, your time for practice will be greatly reduced.

…

Lin Mang glanced at the rows of bookshelves, suddenly stopped, and Dingqing looked at a martial arts on the bookshelf.

Wudang, "Pure Yang Fist", fourth grade.

Lin Mang reached out and took it off, flipping through it casually, with a happy face.

"This martial art is pretty good."

As his strength has improved, ordinary martial arts have been unable to unleash his power.

This Pure Yang Fist complements each other perfectly with my own supreme Yang Zhenqi of Tiangang.

"Practice!"

【Energy Points-400】

【Introduction to Chunyang Boxing!】

In his mind, a vague figure suddenly appeared, standing on the top of the mountain.

A big sun appeared in the sky.

The figure used his boxing skills, and with each move, he seemed to be able to draw the true fire of the sun.

With one punch, it seemed like the sun was falling!

Haoran is upright!

Putting down the Chunyang Fist secret book, Lin Mang walked around again.

Although he doesn't need to learn too much, it doesn't hurt to know some of the techniques of various sects.

If we meet him again in the future, we will be able to tell his path.

Although there are many martial arts and martial arts at the seventh level, most of them are only at the third or fourth level.

With a second-grade magic sword in front of him, it was hard for him to look down on ordinary sword and martial arts skills.

After wandering for a full hour, Lin Mang turned back.

On the bed, the old man meditating slowly opened his eyes.

"Practice other people's martial arts, after all, you are walking someone else's path. If you want to go further, you must blaze your own path."

After saying that, the old man closed his eyes again and stopped talking.

Lin Mang smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, I'm leaving now."

…

Wuqinghou Mansion,

The vermilion door slowly opened, and several servants put on several white lanterns at the entrance of the mansion.

Looking along the open door, the mansion is all hung with white silk.

In the main hall, there is a fine nanmu coffin.

The scent of incense lingers.

The hall was surrounded by slaves wearing white veils kneeling all around.

Light footsteps came from outside the hall.

A figure standing under a bright red umbrella walked slowly over.

Hearing the footsteps behind them, the servants kneeling on the ground lowered their heads.

These days, too many people have died in the Hou Mansion.

Wu Qinghou stood at the door of the hall, looking at the figure leaning against the door frame, and said calmly: "Why did my son die?"

Xia Xueyi held her sword in her arms and her tone was equally calm: "If Mingjiao Yang Xiao attacks, I can't beat him."

Marquis Wu Qing nodded slightly and walked into the hall.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly broke into the courtyard.

The leader was wearing eunuch attire.

"Marquis Wu Qing, Your Majesty has a decree!"

Wu Qinghou turned around and knelt down.

"I accept the order!"

The eunuch glanced at everyone, then suddenly looked at Xia Xueyi who was standing aside, with a slightly cold look on his face: "Bold!"

"How dare you not kneel when you see the imperial edict!"

As he finished speaking, a young eunuch behind him suddenly struck out with his palm.

"boom!"

Xia Xueyi was directly hit by the palm and flew away, looking up to the sky and vomiting blood.

Just when he was about to draw his sword, an extremely fierce killing intent suddenly enveloped him.

A slightly feminine voice suddenly came from outside the Hou Mansion.

Control the sound with Qi!

Really angry!

"Xia Daxia, at the funeral of the young Marquis, there will be no blood. Please put away your sword."

Wu Qinghou's calm face finally showed some waves.

"Governor Cao, I am not strict with my subordinates, which makes Governor Cao laugh."

"Ha ha!"

"Master Hou made a serious statement."

"It is the people under my governor who have offended the Marquis."

The voice drifted away.

The eunuch raised the imperial edict and said respectfully: "The emperor has been blessed by heaven. The edict says: Li Mingcheng, the son of Marquis Wu Qing, colluded with the local guards to murder the Jinyi Guards, which delayed the battle and caused heavy losses to the Jinyi Guards. Wu Qinghou was unable to teach his son, so he ordered Wu Qinghou to do so."

Three months of confinement.”

"I accept the order and thank you!"

Marquis Wu Qing took the imperial edict with respectful hands.

As the eunuch who delivered the message left, a steward stepped forward and bowed: "Master Hou, news just came that Lin Mang has been promoted to Qianhu."

Hou Qinghou did not answer, but looked at the housekeeper next to him and said leisurely: "Uncle Li, how long have you been in the mansion?"

The steward bowed and said, "Thirty years."

Wu Qinghou sighed: "Are you the same old man as my father?"

"Yes." The butler nodded slightly.

"Are you from the East Factory or the West Factory?"

The housekeeper was startled for a moment, then slowly straightened up and said: "Dongchang, spy."

Wu Qinghou glanced at him, turned around and left.

Suddenly a thin silk thread popped out of the hand of the woman holding the umbrella behind her.

A bright bloodstain appeared on the butler's neck, and his eyes widened: "Misty and rainy heartbroken wire!"

…
To be continued...