Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

(There’s a big fight going on at home between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I’m having a headache. I’m rushing home overnight. I’ll revise this chapter tomorrow!
Sorry! Sorry! )

Amid the whistling of the wind and the rustling of leaves, there were sounds of whips hitting horses, scolding, the neighing of people and horses, and the sound of wheels rolling on the road was getting closer and closer!

In the birch forests on both sides of the highway, more than a dozen figures were hiding behind the trees. These fierce-looking men were each making preparations for robbery.

A brown-haired, bearded man squatted behind a tree, carefully wiping the two-handed sword in his hand with a rag dipped in badger oil.
The walnut hilt of the sword looked old, and there were even some cracks at the end. It was tightly wrapped with several circles of hemp rope to prevent it from completely cracking.

Even the blade of the sword had several rice-sized gaps. Every time the big man ran his fingers over it, his fleshy face looked as if he had lost money.

As the big man was wiping his two-handed sword, he would occasionally look up and observe his surroundings carefully. He was obviously a cautious veteran.

Beside the big man, a dozen mercenaries were also busy. The archer was calibrating the longbow, and the thief was using a small whetstone to sharpen the darts he carried with him, making them sharper.

In the woods a hundred steps away from these mercenaries and bandits, there were two people standing. One of them was covered in a linen cloak, with only the upper half of his face exposed. It could be vaguely seen that there was a middle-aged man over forty years old under the cloak.

After hearing the noise coming from the road, he looked behind him and signaled with his eyes.

The red-haired woman in leather armor nodded and quickly climbed up to the top of a birch tree more than five meters high.
The woman, wearing deerskin boots and standing on a birch branch as thick as a bowl, leaned her back against the trunk, and took out a brass monocular telescope from her waist, pulled out the tube, and looked at the convoy at the end of the road.

"Lord Giles! It's definitely a grain transport caravan. There are about 70 people in the caravan, all of them are white-skinned Middle-earth people. No Qin people were found!"

The red-haired woman jumped lightly from the treetop and landed in front of the cloaked man like a civet cat, reporting her investigation results in a deep voice!
"Tell your people to prepare to take action. Take down this convoy, and I will grant you the Knight Breathing Technique of the Plantagenet Family!"

The middle-aged man took off his cloak, revealing a scarred face. He seemed to have been stabbed in the face.

There was a scar extending from the left corner of his forehead to the right chin. The everted wound had already scarred over, and it looked as if a hideous centipede was lying on his face.

Even though she had seen it many times, Beatrice still felt her scalp tingling when she saw Giles' face.

If it were her, she would rather die with a face missing half of its nose.

Although Beatrice was complaining in her heart, she did not show it on her face, especially when she knew that the person in front of her was a wizard.

Beatrice bowed respectfully to Giles and turned to arrange for her men to prepare.

She could feel a pair of sinister eyes staring at her from behind. Beatrice's muscles were tense, but she walked up to her subordinates as if nothing had happened and told them to get ready.

As the leader of the Deer Hunters mercenary group, Beatrice was used to seeing the disgusting looks from men, especially those who called themselves nobles.

"Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty, Plantagenet Family?" Beatrice felt the burning gazes on her buttocks, and she sneered inwardly:

"He is just a poor man from a fallen country. Even the Duke of Plantagenet was hanged by those Qin people. How dare a bastard who came out of nowhere act so pretentiously here! He deserves to make a fortune!"

Giles' sinister eyes never left Beatrice's perky, slender legs under the leather armor, which made his heart burn.

Ever since the Qin people launched their massive witch-hunt in this country, he has been hiding from place to place and has not had any meat for a long time.

"You lowly bitch! You are just a lowly mercenary, yet you dare to set your sights on our Plantagenet family. Once I get those yellow sprouts, I will definitely train you into the most obedient bitch!"

Thinking of the dozen or so American hounds he had kept in captivity when the Plantagenet Collar was still there, Giles' hatred for these Qin people became even stronger.

If it weren't for these Qin people invading Middle-earth, he would still be the high and mighty Baron he once was. How could he have ended up in this situation today?

Gulu gulu…

The sound of wheels rolling on the road was getting closer and closer. Just as Giles was reminiscing about the past, Beatrice had already rushed out with her men.

After a hail of arrows and a charge, the farmers holding pitchforks could no longer hold on and fled in defeat.

The only guards who were armed were quickly killed on the spot under the siege of more than a dozen mercenaries.

Giles hid in the shadows far away, watching everything. He did not come out until all the guards were killed.

Giles' heart was burning with excitement, and even his steps became lighter. He took two steps at a time and trotted to the front of the convoy.

Looking at the piled-up grain carts, touching the sacks of rice,

Giles' hands trembled with excitement when he thought that after selling these yellow rice sprouts, he would have enough magic stones to travel overseas and would not have to hide here and there anymore.

"It's him!?"

Just as Giles was imagining a bright future, a peaceful voice sounded behind him.

"That's right, sir! He is the illegitimate son of the Duke of Plantagenet, a third-level wizard apprentice!"

Hearing Beatrice's flattering words, Giles, who had become extremely alert after hiding from place to place for many years, immediately realized that something was wrong. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and release a fireball.

"Chucky!"

Before Giles could do anything, a corpse lying at his feet suddenly raised his hand and thrust an ordinary pitchfork with two iron nails embedded in one end into his thigh.

Sparks instantly flew from under the cloak of this third-level wizard apprentice, and the linen cloak was ignited by the current.
As for him, he didn't even make a sound. After twitching for a few breaths, he became stiff.
Dressed as a farmer, carrying a dead body in a basket on his back, he climbed up from the ground and skillfully pasted a piece of yellow paper on Giles' forehead.

He casually took out a few half-foot long iron nails painted with strange patterns in red cinnabar from under the grain bag on the cart, and expertly stabbed them into his joints. Then he picked him up, leaned him against the grain cart, and straightened him up!
An old man in a plain robe and with slightly gray hair walked up to Giles with his hands in his pockets, reached out to check the yellow paper on Giles' forehead, and was relieved to see that the cinnabar on the yellow paper was still bright.

He waved his hand, and two farmers immediately pulled out two sharp knives engraved with bloody tadpole patterns from their waists and skillfully began to peel off Giles' scalp.

"Captain Beatrice! You did a great job this time!" The old man turned around and nodded to Beatrice with satisfaction:

"This is the seventh wizard you have sent in the past two months. The Lord has mentioned you specifically. Among all the witch hunters, you are considered diligent!"

Beatrice listened to the old man's praise and glanced at Jared, whose scalp had been peeled off. Even though she had seen this bloody scene more than once, she couldn't help swallowing when faced with it.

After working with these Qin people for more than a year, she also knew their attitude towards these rebel wizards.

This is not as simple as simply cutting off the scalp. Those "soul-calming nails" will seal Jared's soul into his scalp and then be made into a "magic weapon"!
In the teachings of the God of Light, demons playing with souls is just a legend, but these Qin people from "Xian Qin" really did it!

Beatrice quickly calmed down. All this had nothing to do with her. She was a mercenary and didn't care about disputes or justice.

Beatrice said she would help whoever gave more money. She took a bag of gold coins from the old man swiftly. Listening to the rustling sound of the gold coins, the smile on her face became much more sincere.

"Thank you, Butler Liu! Say hello to Lord Su for me. I hope we can work together again next time!"

The old man reached out and took a parchment scroll from his subordinate beside him and handed it to Beatrice:

"This is your reward!"

Beatrice took the scroll made of lambskin with both hands and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Richie. Say hello to Mr. Su for me. I hope we can meet again next time!"

Gu Long Gu Long
Su Ming got up, picked up a cup of warm rose nectar water next to the bedside table, and drank it down.

Su Ming, with an ordinary status, is an ordinary time traveler.

The place where Su Ming is is not the earth, this is Qin, Xian Qin,

To be more precise, this is the Tianqing Realm under the Xianqin Empire, a world that the Xianqin elites have just occupied for only twenty years. Of course, some people also call it Tianqing Star. Whenever the star in the sky rises, the clouds are illuminated by the sun, and the sky presents a magnificent indigo color.

Or maybe this is the origin of the name Azure World.

Su Ming is a time traveler. Before time travel, he was an ordinary worker. After time travel, he was an ordinary commoner in Xian Qin.

He has neither a military title nor an inheritance that the second uncle from far away can inherit.

Relying on his own hard work and an ordinary golden finger, just last night, in his weak years, he finally became an Immortal Qin Gongshi!
According to the old calendar in Xian Qin, no title can be given except for military merit. Although Gongshi is only the lowest rank among the twenty military merit titles in Xian Qin, it is for the common people.

Once you have a title, you leap over the dragon gate and climb the ladder to heaven. From now on, you are no longer a cow or a horse, but a noble,

Su Ming put on his outer clothes and came to the balcony, looking down at the huge manor at his feet. The manor covered an area of ​​thirty acres and there were many cherry trees planted in the manor.
In the garden, there are many lilies and roses planted

Under the dark night, the night wind blew through the manor, and the trees in the manor swayed, making bursts of rustling sounds. The shadows of these trees were reflected on the ground under the moonlight, like monsters and monsters with their teeth and claws, and like those who died in Su Ming's hands. The resentful ghost came to take revenge.

This manor was originally the ancestral property of an earl nobleman.

However, Su Ming found out that the earl was suspected of colluding with wizards, so his entire family was hanged, including the earl's mistress, a plump blond lady who had been placed in this manor.

"What a pity! The magic tools sold in the market are too expensive. The soul-summoning flag that can absorb souls is priced at 5,000 Xian Qin coins!

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Otherwise, the souls of these people could be sold for a good price!"

In the moonlight, the swaying shadows of the trees were cast in front of the window, like ghosts demanding their lives, but Su Ming's face remained calm.

Well, even if I could buy the soul-calling flag and soul-catching mirror, I still have to wonder whether I can use them.

The Immortal Qin Law is the culmination of the Legalist dynasties. It protects ordinary people extremely strictly. No matter what title or cultivation level, those who dare to kill the people of Xian Qin will be demoted and their cultivation level will be abolished.

The most important thing is to pay for it with your life!

The foundation of Xian Qin is the countless common people. This is the consensus of the Xian Qin court and the various schools of thought, led by the Legalists, Military Strategists, and Yin-Yang School.

The law protects the lives of common people, but it also creates countless regulations that restrict common people!
For example, the slave trade is what he is obsessed with, even in occupied areas that are yet to be developed.

Ordinary people wanted to get involved in the slave trade, whether it was a living person or a soul that was torn apart and sold. Not to mention whether there were any channels for this, the high tax of 40% to 50% alone scared off many people.

After excluding these taxes, the remaining profit is not as much as what he earns from selling spiritual rice.

As for those who want to smuggle and evade taxes, it is true that the tax collectors of Xian Qin are just for food. Buying and selling a few slaves for personal use may not be discovered by the tax collectors, but once a large-scale slave trade is involved.

Those tax collectors are like piranhas in the river, they come smelling the smell of blood!
There is an old saying in Immortal Qin that is widely circulated. In Immortal Qin, Qin law and tax collectors envelope everyone!

Not only the slave trade, but also other profitable businesses. In Xian Qin Law, any business that imposes heavy taxes on the common people contains real huge profits.

But becoming a civil servant is different.

Su Ming played with the bluish-white jade seal on his palm, which was only as thick as his thumb. He picked it up and blew on it. Looking at the engraved seal characters that appeared on the bottom of the seal, a smile from the bottom of his heart appeared on his face.

A low-level military title like Gongshi is no different from a commoner in the eyes of the truly wealthy families that have been passed down for millions of years and have existed since the Qin Dynasty.

But Su Ming knew that this seal was the starting point for his carp leaping over the dragon gate.

In addition to the annual salary of the military merit title, the most important benefit is tax exemption. Although it is not completely exempt, this benefit alone is enough to increase the income from the thousand acres of yellow bud rice planted by Su Ming by 20%.

Don't underestimate this 20% income. He left home at the age of fifteen to follow the reclamation corps and came to this new world, risking being attacked by the rebels and wizards.

Reclamate wasteland and farm, and cooperate with the garrison stationed here to exterminate the rebels.

Why do we work so hard? Isn't it just to earn those few Xianqin coins? Is it really for our ideals?

With two extra levels of income every year, this money is enough for him to buy dozens of first-level terracotta warriors in the legion!

"Master! Do you have any orders?" There was a gentle knock on the door, accompanied by a gentle sound of exploration.

Su Ming walked back to the bedroom from the viewing balcony, came to the door, raised his hand and took off the strung-up crossbow on the door, loosened the bow string, took off three blue arrows, and then opened the door of the bedroom. Door.

Outside the door, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old maid wearing a linen skirt saw the bedroom door open and quickly took a step back and lowered her head.

"Master, I heard a noise in your room and wanted to ask if you need anything?" The delicate-faced maid whispered the reason for knocking on the door.

Su Ming glanced at the maid's wrinkled linen dress full of dents. It was obvious that his maid slept with her clothes on so that she could come and serve him at any time.

"There's nothing going on here. You tell the gardener tomorrow to prune the cherry trees in the manor!"

Su Ming glanced at the maid's little lotus horns that she deliberately lowered her body to reveal, shook her head, and closed the bedroom door again.

"Yes! Master!"

The maid looked at the heavy oak bedroom door that had been re-closed in front of her. A look of disappointment flashed across her face. She pulled up her collar and was about to turn around and return to the maid's room next door when the sound of the door opening suddenly came from behind her.

"Come in!"

Anna walked into the bedroom with anxiety and expectation, and looked at the large bed in the bedroom that could accommodate three or four people, covered with velvet quilts, and Su Ming who was sitting on the bedside, looking at his body.

"Take off your clothes!"

Anna was a little shy, but thinking of her mother's words, her hands unconsciously kneaded the corners of her clothes.

Her mother was right, only the person in front of her could change the fate of their family. Anna thought of this and silently took off her long linen skirt.

The velvet-filled quilt is so soft!

Anna was lying on the bed extremely contented, in a daze, trembling physically and mentally. Looking at her master who was working hard on her, she clutched the quilt under her with both hands, and a strange idea came to her mind inexplicably.

In the bedroom, Su Ming, who was in an ethereal state, stretched out his hand and tugged on the rope at the head of the bed. Not long after, several maids who were also wearing long linen skirts and had good looks appeared in the bedroom.

Several maids who came here after hearing the summoning bell immediately saw Anna curled up under the velvet quilt.

Surprise, jealousy, admiration
The maids had different expressions on their faces.
Su Ming sat up from the bed and spread his arms.

Several maids came forward to serve, carefully cleaning the marks on Su Ming's body with a towel dipped in warm water.

A red-haired maid holding clean pajamas came forward and helped Su Ming put on the pajamas and tidied his clothes.

The red-haired maid who was kneeling on the ground and carefully tying Su Ming's belt suddenly felt a warm hand pressing on her head.

"Clean it up!"

The red-haired maid's fingers trembled slightly, she pursed her lips, and moved her hands tremblingly downwards.
Su Ming's breathing became slightly thicker, and his eyes swept over the other maids:

"Change all the bed sheets and quilts! Take Anna to wash up, and tell Liu Quan that Anna's monthly salary will be doubled from now on!" (End of this chapter)