Missy, she always does not seek to make progress 2

In the winter of the 31st year of Kangwu, as Qin Liuxi said, it was a colder winter than last year. The entire Dafeng seemed to have been washed by a cold current. Many people and weak creatures froze to death here. Winter. The far north is covered in thousands of miles of ice, and the mountains are covered with heavy snow. The world seems to be covered with a thick white gauze, silvery and dazzling.

The snowstorm was severe, and wars continued in the northwest and other borders. The treasury was empty, the supplies were short, and the army could not be sent out. In order to boost morale, King Rui paid for it from his own pocket, and Gongsun Cheng of Dafeng Juhao generously donated. Not only did the northwest not lose its towns , and got his wish to regain the lost city.

And this military exploit belongs to King Rui.

The saint was overjoyed when the good news came.

When the New Year came in the thirty-second year of Kangwu, the first thing the ministers did at the beginning of the new year was to ask for a prince to calm the people and determine the national conditions.

But after the saint vomited blood once, he finally made a decree. The third son, King Rui, had made great contributions and was a virtuous and tolerant person. He was worthy of being a heir. He was established as the prince and immediately returned to the capital to supervise the country.

Yes, after King Rui became the son of Princess Gongmin, King Cheng, who was originally the third in line, was demoted to fourth.

After hearing that the prince's decree was made, King Zhao almost shed blood and cursed the saint for being stupid. Then he was beaten thirty times and his legs became completely lame.

At the end of February of the 32nd year, after the simple ceremony of crowning the crown prince, all the people except those on death row were granted amnesty.

The crown prince has been established, but the people are not too happy because the disasters brought last year were too serious. By the time of spring plowing in March, the ice and snow had not yet melted, and there was no hope for spring plowing. This made people everywhere miserable, and a group of independent rebel armies emerged. He came and shouted for the saint to sit in meditation and confess his sins.

Prince Rui took over the power of supervising the country. With the help of the ministers, he learned how to govern the country, relieve disasters and comfort the people, and eradicate violence. Of course, he would humbly consult the saints for every decision he made.

Yu Changkong said that becoming the prince does not mean that everything will be fine. The real test has just begun, because the prince is the legitimate heir, but at the same time, he is also the number one thorn in the saint's side.

Especially when the saint is paralyzed in bed, while the prince is vigorous and young, this will only make the saint more afraid, and showing weakness is the way to save him.

Qi Qian kept Yu Changkong's words in mind, and the closer he got to the center of power, the more he understood that that person had never truly delegated power, even if he seemed vulnerable while lying on the large dragon bed.

Thinking of his frail wife, Qi Qian's heart trembled, and he realized that what Qin Liuxi had said seemed to be about wealth and wealth, but in fact, it was surrounded by dangers and traps, and he might not even be able to protect his wife and children.

Qi Qian felt sad and angry, but when facing the saint, his attitude was the most humble. Under the guidance of Yu Changkong, he also learned to act.

The road to greatness is full of thorns, and it is never easy to walk safely to the golden dragon chair and sit down.

Especially the year when the prince was established was too miserable. There were many natural and man-made disasters, the treasury was empty, and disasters occurred frequently. It was like he had inherited a mess with his bare hands. Qi Qian was extremely busy all day long.

The common people also felt it was a bit strange. It was as if natural and man-made disasters had been arranged to come together. You just finished singing and I came on stage. It was endless and numbing.

As Taoist monks travel frequently in the secular world, more and more people believe that there are evil spirits in the world, which is why disasters continue.

Rumors spread.

For a while, some people shouted to kill the evil spirits. The so-called evil spirits were Taoist priests and monks. Some people also thought they were invisible demons and ghosts. Various rumors continued, causing the temples of both Buddhism and Taoism to lose many pilgrims, but more and more people appeared. Some kind of deity religion is fighting against the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism.

Troubled times are coming, and people are suffering.

It's June.

Qin Liuxi walked out of the secret room of Qingpingguan. It had been more than half a year since she had been in seclusion. During this period, she had isolated herself from the disturbances outside and only focused on practicing and calculating the formation diagram of the trapped immortal formation in the secret place of the secret room. As for what was going on outside, She left all the matters to Feng Xiu, and would receive messages from him from time to time, dealing with many formations. The moon was bright and the stars were clear. She tapped her toes and jumped up to the roof. She looked up at the star path, counting the stars with her knuckles, and her eyes were as cold as the moon.

Teng Zhao looked down at the people on the roof. The mountain wind blew her robes, as if she was about to fly up in the air.

He felt a little panicked and uncomfortable, and subconsciously jumped up.

Qin Liuxi turned around, waved to him, and said, "Why are you up here?"

Teng Zhao came over and stood side by side with her.

Qin Liuxi looked at Leng Ao's resolute young man, gestured, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It's already as high as a teacher, but this level of cultivation is far behind. It seems that the matter of teaching the disciples to starve to death of the masters has nothing to do with us. It’s impossible here.”

"Once a teacher, always a father. A teacher who keeps secrets is not a good teacher. You should teach me everything you have learned in your life." Teng Zhao said in a muffled voice: "The path of cultivation is long, and the world changes during the cultivation. I feel that I will never be able to learn enough even if I die."

"Hey, you think too much. Our sect has always been about letting people go wherever they want, which means that the master leads you to the sect, but the practice depends on yourself." Qin Liuxi felt a little guilty under his stare, so he touched his nose and said, "Okay, there is still some time, and I will teach you some more ways to rob the rich and help the poor."

Teng Zhao: "?"

What?
"Are you going to rob a house? I know how to do this. Take me with you." A small ginseng quietly emerged from their feet holding a piece of tile.

Qin Liuxi's face darkened in disgust: "Destroy the tile roof, you are so courageous, and the house leaks, I will punish you."

She raised her hand and without even bending her waist, she grabbed it in her hand. She quickly picked up the fruit on top of its head and put it into her mouth. She also held one of its legs with one hand, pretending to break it off.

"Zhaozhao save me." The little ginseng was frightened. It would be gone if someone didn't see it. If it saw someone who was so cruel, it wouldn't be able to protect itself.

Teng Zhao said with a cold face: "You have gained some weight recently, otherwise you wouldn't be able to push through the tile roof. It doesn't hurt to give one to Master."

The little ginseng screamed, is this human speech?
You two masters and apprentices are obviously retaliating against me for eavesdropping just now. Aren't you just going to rob me? Is there anything you want me to pay you to listen to?

Qin Liuxi teased the little ginseng and said, "Okay, give me a piece when the time comes. I need to make a pill."

When it comes to refining the formation disk, she must have the help of spiritual elixirs, otherwise she will not be able to survive.

Qin Liuxi looked somewhere again: "That rat, come here, stop hiding, it's you."

The golden rat squeaked, rushed over like a gust of wind, and squatted boldly on her shoulder.

"Let's go and teach you the way of the world." Qin Liuxi threw the small ginseng towards Teng Zhao and jumped down.

Teng Zhao quickly stuffed the small ginseng into his arms and followed, disappearing into the night sky.

Qingyuan, who was standing at the bottom, watched them disappear and wiped the corners of his eyes. He was really old. How could he shed tears even if he saw these teenagers making trouble? (End of chapter)