Chapter 6： opportunity

The sudden rainstorms, the vast majority of Changling people are relieved, and the sunny weather that seems to be disgusting seems to be very special. Many caravans are busy taking time to deal with the damp goods, but what is unexpected is that It was only after noon that the sky was again cloudy, and then a rain quickly covered the entire Changling.

The rain was not as violent as it was last night, but it was very lingering and pattering, and it could not stop for a moment.

The smoke and rain between the streets and the streets are empty, and once again, the cages are as invisible as the numerous layers of yarn.

In the south of Changling City, there is a building that looks like a Taoist temple and covers an area of ​​tens of acres.

The Daqin dynasty is extremely rewarding. If you can win the enemy's first one, you can enjoy the first level. The Yi House is nine acres. The dagger is full of two thousand, and you can enjoy three hundred taxes.

Therefore, most of the houses in Changling, and even the courtyards of ordinary sergeants, are very surprising in the past. The entire Changling has also expanded and expanded. This building in the south of Changling City is really not big.

However, apart from a few large figures in the depths of the palace, all the powers of the Daqin Dynasty have deep warnings and fears about this place.

Because this is where the gods are.

The investigation of the Daqin dynasty mainly relied on the supervision of Tiantian. There were thousands of official officials in the supervision of Tiantian. The number of diners under the officers themselves was countless, and the major cases did not need to be reported to the other divisions. Listening to the day, the power of the Supervisor has always been faintly over the rest of the divisions.

However, the gods are also heterogeneous.

There are only a hundred officials in charge of the Superintendent, but the number of one-tenth of the Supervisor is usually only responsible for investigation and surveillance. However, the targets of investigation and surveillance are all kinds of officials, practitioners, and possibly practitioners. Character.

Therefore, the gods are under the Emperor and the two, and the prime minister above the 10,000 people is dedicated to the secret institutions of the officials and practitioners.

Moreover, all the official officers of the gods are "war orphans", all of whom are the generals of war dead and the sergeants. These people are not much concerned, and there are not many places that are threatened, so they are often more ruthless and ruthless.

Therefore, in the eyes of most officials and practitioners, the gods are even more terrible than the supervisor.

Mo Qinggong is now in a study room of the Superintendent of God. Unlike his past, his slightly fat body has a faint **** taste. He has no smile on his shiny face, only a looming appearance. Helium.

This kind of breath even caused some autumn worms that often existed in the surrounding courtyards to escape without a trace.

What makes him so emotional is the Supervisor, the head of the night.

Yesterday night, the first sword killed the swordsman, the seventh singer, Zhao Wei, and pulled out a throat thorn for Daqin. Every Qin people are proud of it. However, there is now clear evidence that it was present. Murong Cheng, the official of the gods, was not killed in the hands of Zhao Wei, but was killed by her.

The presence of the officials of the Superintendent of God is the role of monitoring the work of the officials of the remaining divisions. Murong City is also a very promising practitioner. After killing Murong City, both the night head and the other days of the prison are dedicated. They didn't even deal with the wounds on the body of Murong City.

This means that they simply do not disguise anything.

Night policy cold night, the head is too embarrassing!

What makes him angry is that Zhao’s identity is originally that they are all monitored by the gods. Although Zhao Wei died, Zhao Jian’s true disciple is still three, and there is no such thing as Zhao Guoyu’s existence behind him. The plan of the Superintendent, after killing Zhao Yu, will take the means of exposing the corpse in the downtown area, leading to more Zhao Guoyu, but the night policy is cold and I don’t know what means to take it, even the owner is buried in Zhao Wei, and directly obtained the sire. By default, this undoubtedly makes the many efforts and subsequent arrangements of the God Superintendent all flow into water.

At this time, with the rhythm of the rhythm, Qin Huaishu walked into the room and walked to his desk.

"Ask it clear?"

Mo Qinggong raised his head and suppressed some anger, whispered.

Qin Huaishu nodded with respect and said: "Fang Houfu has given a clear answer. Although the Wutong Fall Wine Shop is a very good qualification, it is a rare impotence."

Mo Qinggong frowned at the bad mood. "What is the impotence?"

"A kind of physique is too prosperous." Qin Huaishu explained in detail: "The physique of the body is five times more powerful than the average person. However, if the fire burns too hard, this kind of physique is still in the ordinary people. During the period, the body has already lost five."

The face of Mo Qinggong is ugly: "In a simple way, is the virtual fire too busy, burning blood?"

"The meaning is almost the same, but the ordinary virtual fire is too prosperous, burning blood can manage to cure, this kind of physique, but there is no way to even the embroidered curtain, or even if there is such a potion and treasure, it is not worth using on his body. Qin Huaishu nodded. There was also sympathy and regret in his eyes, because he knew very well how easy it was for an ordinary person to enter the eyes of those real big men.

In that sense, the boy who fell from the phoenix had a potential to climb to the sky. However, it was only because of his physical problems that he was destined to survive in the broken streets.

Mo Qinggong has been sitting in a prominent position for many years, so he naturally did not feel so excited about Qin Huaishu, who is still climbing hard.

Since it is impossible to become a practitioner, it means that the teenager cannot be a useful person to supervise the gods, so he just shook his head slightly and left the boy’s backup roll on one side. Burned in the brazier of the case.

The scarlet fire was like a snake on the edge of the brazier. Mo Qinggong was silent for a long time. However, Qin Huaishu did not leave as soon as he expected, so he looked up again at Qin Huaishu.

"Adult, there is a problem with the identity of Murong City." Qin Huaishu continued to speak, his voice became lower, if not careful, or even could not understand.

Mo Qinggong suddenly blinked and said: "Mu Rongcheng is not familiar with us at ordinary times, but we are also very clear about his family life. What problems can there be?"

Qin Huaishu said: "There is no problem with his origins, but he has just set a marriage with Xu Hou in the past few days. If there is no accident, he will enter Xu Hou in this winter."

"Into the Xu Houfu?"

Mo Qinggong’s pupils violently contracted unconsciously, and there was a strong chill in their hearts.

In the Daqin dynasty, there was only one way to obtain Feng Hou, that is to rely on military merit.

Enjoy the taxation of ten thousand households.

Three hundred households need to smash two thousand, and how many military strengths are needed for 10,000 households. Even those who do not count the abacus can estimate the horrible number in their hearts.

Therefore, the Daqin Dynasty is qualified to be called the Hou, and there are only a total of thirteen.

The two-phase double secretary and thirteen princes, the thirteen princes, and the two directors of the Superintendent, the God of the Superintendent, and two mysterious and powerful prime ministers, are the top of this powerful dynasty.

A bitter smile slowly came to the corner of Mo Qing Palace.

He once again grabbed a case file in front of him and threw it in the brazier next to him.

Regardless of the highest figure in the prison of God, Chen Shishou, who is sitting in the quiet room of the innermost prison of the gods, is not clear about Murongcheng’s entry into Xu Houfu, regardless of whether Chen’s head has intentionally arranged ingredients, but Since this matter has already touched the level of Chen Shishou and Xu Houfu, he still has no meaning for the cold anger and dissatisfaction of the night.

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The rain continues to be down.

After a normal lunch time, a limited number of guests in the wine shop have left. Ding Ning moved a bamboo chair and sat down under the eaves at the door, then began to eat while watching the rain.

The noodles are sauerkraut noodles, the white fish fillets and noodles are mixed together, the fish fillets are not too neat, and there is nothing to look at, but the amount of sauerkraut is not only sufficient, but also looks very tasty, the noodle soup is very thick, the surface is floating With a shallow, clear shine, people will feel good at first sight.

Ding Ning did not hurry to finish eating, drank most of the noodle soup, washed the noodle bowl, and then said hello to the long-term Sunshine in the backyard, then changed the old sandals and hit the old umbrella. In the rain curtain.

At the alley of Wutong, a caravan passed by him, and several drivers who wore robes habitually muttered and screamed a few ghosts.

Ding Ning smiled slightly.

It’s not a pleasant thing to be in the rain in a street full of chicken manure and floating smell, but this sudden heavy rain is like a godsend to him.

Rain can cover a lot of people's sight and perception, and can wash away a lot of traces, which can make him more perfect to wait for this opportunity.

So even if his sandals are not very comfortable, his mood is really very pleasant.

With a pleasant mood, he walked to the fish market on the edge of Changling East City.

A huge Weihe River passes through the territory of the Daqin Dynasty and flows into the East China Sea. This huge river not only nourishes most of the farmland of the Daqin Dynasty, but also allows the ships of the Daqin Dynasty to open up routes with overseas island countries, and even allow some practitioners to Get some rare treasures overseas.

The huge Weihe River has spread to the Changling and has been scattered into several tributaries. The source can be traced back to the edge of the Daqin Dynasty and the wild land of Bashan.

Changling Fish Market is located on the banks of the Dongqing River, the smallest tributary of the Weihe River in the east of the city.

This small river, which is more than ten meters wide, has been cut off by the waist because of the need for farmland reclamation. Some of the parts in the city have become fish ponds, and some have built markets on them.

All of these markets are just a collection of ships that are already unable to travel. However, over the years, there have been numerous overlapping shacks on both sides of the strait. The roofs and signboards of these shacks cover the sky, and the insides are high and low. There are countless passages hidden, and even between the water surface and the mud pond, many hanging houses have been built. Some simple wooden roads, seesaws, some boats below, and even a slightly larger tub have become the traffic inside. Tools, this is the intricate complexity of the cobwebs in the gutter.

Especially when the sky is not very bright, from the high point on both sides of the strait to the low point of the market center, the dark market in the lower part of the center is just like the ghost field built in the abyss. The ghosts are heavy and ghosts are heavy.

This piece of the market that can't be seen at first sight is the fish market. Apart from fish, it is not only ordinary people, but even the things that most practitioners can imagine.

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