In the midst of everyone's confusion and astonishment, Uncle Hei began to read out the second King's Letter, and his old and steady voice resounded throughout the main hall of the Political Affairs Hall.
"Qin Gongjun's letter: Moved to Jingjian to be Chang Shi and temporarily in charge of the affairs of Zuosu Changfu; moved to Che Ying to be General of Yueyang."
The contents of this Daojun book shocked the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty. Jing Jian and others knew it, but Qianlong Du Zhi and others were shocked.
After all, Jing Jian was moved from Nei Shi to Zuo Shu, Chief of the Mansion, and his title dropped one level. However, Zi Cheying was moved from Wei Wei to Yueyang General, and his title was lowered by two levels.
From Ying Quliang's operations, it can be seen that all the old officials were promoted and made rich, but the upstarts who followed Ying Quliang were reviled.
Qianlong and others were happy when the newly rich man was demoted, but they felt baffled again.
For a moment, everyone was in a state of confusion. Huang smiled, knowing in his heart that the preliminary arrangements had been basically completed.
Next, it is time for Ying Quliang to gradually implement and improve it. This will allow the old clans and others to relax their vigilance, and also give the new reformers time to take control of the place.
After taking a sip of white water, Huang's eyes were dark. He didn't care about the other people's stunned thoughts. His thoughts drifted to the distance. He could leave Yueyang.
At the end of the court meeting, a group of people were busy congratulating each other. The group of people was eerily quiet. Only Huang quietly sat in his seat, waiting for everyone to leave.
After all, entering the Mojia headquarters was a big deal, and it was risky. He had to inform Ying Quliang.
"National Preceptor, Your Majesty is here to invite you!" A moment later, Uncle Hei came out of the corridor and saluted Huang.
"Um."
Nodding, Huang stood up and followed Uncle Hei through the corridor. At this time, Ying Quliang stood in the study with his hands behind his back.
"Your Majesty."
Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, Ying Quliang turned to look at Huang: "National Master, take a seat!"
Sitting aside, Huang smiled and said: "Your Majesty, all arrangements are over and only need to be detailed. I am ready to leave Yueyang and go to the Mo family headquarters."
Hearing this, the smile on Ying Quliang's face faded slightly: "Has the Imperial Master made a decision?"
"Um."
Nodding, Huang said: "I will die without regrets!"
Everyone has what they want to do and what they should do. Huang recognized his own heart. What he wanted was to be supreme in martial arts, not to leave a name in history.
Even becoming Qin Guoshi was only a preparation for his pursuit of martial arts.
Ying Quliang raised his head, stared at Huang, and after a while he said word by word: "The national teacher has suffered a heavy blow, the Moh family is different from others, so we should be cautious!"
"good."
Huang nodded, then turned and left.
Until Huang walked to the door of the Political Hall, Ying Quliang's solemn and solemn voice came: "If the Imperial Master leaves and never comes back..."
"Quliang has no ability now, but when the reform is successful, Quliang will personally avenge the national master. If Quliang cannot do it, he will leave his ancestral teachings to future kings."
Hearing this, Huang paused. Ying Quliang's words warmed his heart, and then he turned around and smiled with a bright smile.
"Thank you."
After that, he strode away.
It is a wonderful thing to have someone who cares about you while you are alive, and the same is true for today's Huang. Because of this, he did not hesitate to move his family to Yueyang.
After returning to the mansion, Huang walked into the third door, had a conversation with his parents, and told Heijiu some words before returning to the study.
At this time, Feng Zheng and Xiang Lidu were waiting in the study room. They had all packed their luggage.
"lets go!"
Glancing at Yang, Huang said in a deep voice, "Contact the disciples of the Mo family and ask them to lead the way for us."
"promise."
Half an hour later, Ku Huo arrived and saluted Huang: "National Master, please!"
"Thank you!"
Riding on horseback, they entered the western border of the Qin Kingdom and entered the Shiwan Mountains. With Mozi's disciple Ku Huo leading the way, they did not take a wrong path along the way.
Qinling Mountains.
It rises hundreds of miles away on the south bank of the Wei River, forming the first peak and valley. People all over the world call it Nanshan, and some people call it Shiwan Mountain.
Standing on the land of Qinling Mountains, Huang looked at the vast mountains. Feng Zheng on the side saw Huang stop and couldn't help but introduce him.
"The water in the world is separated from this southern mountain. Most of the rivers in the north flow into the big river, and most of the rivers in the south flow into the big river."
Feng Zheng took a sip of water, put the water bag away, and couldn't help but talk: "People at that time called the four large waters that entered the sea independently as the Sidu, namely Dahe, Dajiang, Huai River, and Jishui."
"The tributaries of Sidu are called the Eight Streams, namely Weishui, Luoshui, Hanshui, Mianshui, Yingshui, Rushui, Sishui and Yishui."
"The four rivers and eight rivers all originate from famous mountains. The river flows from Kunlun, the river flows from Minshan, the Ji flows from Wangwu, and the Huai River flows from Tongbai."
"Yishui is the smallest among the eight rivers, and it flows into Si River first and then into Huai River. It is a tributary of the tributary, but because it originates from Mount Tai, it is among the famous waters."
…
Hearing Feng Zheng's words, Huang nodded. He knew in his heart that these four factions basically included most of the Central Plains.
Moreover, Chu Di was not included in it.
"A good place, easy to defend but difficult to attack. Old Mozi is also a ruthless man..." Huang smiled, but he knew that the Qinling Mountains area at this time was purely a wilderness.
Mozi led the Mo family to hide here. No wonder everyone in the world cannot find it.
"Nanshan is a natural place of beauty. It is protected by mountains and rivers, and it is also built with Mohism's mechanical skills..." Xianglidu also spoke in agreement.
"The Mohist headquarters is built on the mountain. It contains 864 houses, 64 wells, more than 400 acres of cultivated land and many secret cave warehouses."
Xiang Lidu pondered for a moment and then said to Huang: "This also allows Mohist disciples to survive here without leaving the city."
"The headquarters is built solidly and practically and is densely covered with organs. It is difficult for even an elite army to get close to it!"
…
Seeing Xianglidu telling the secrets of the Mo family to Huang in such a grand manner, Kuhuo's eyes were about to burst, and he wished he could kill this young boy like Xianglidu right away.
"Ahem..."
After coughing a few times, Ku Huo reminded: "Xiangli is still in the Mo family, doesn't the Imperial Master think it's too much?"
"Haha, just curious."
After resting for a while, Huang followed Ku Huo to the Mo family headquarters. Since Huang was invited in this time, the Mo family did not expose the external defenses and secrets.
"An old friend comes to visit, it's really exciting..." An old laugh came, and the barefoot old man came quickly.
"Old Mozi, haven't you changed your habit of not wearing shoes yet?" Feng Zheng smiled and joked.
"Ha ha……"
Mozi laughed, and then looked at Huang and Xianglidu, only lingering briefly on Xianglidu, and finally fell on Huang.
Mozi also knew about Xianglidu, a rebellious disciple. The incident of Xianglidu caused an uproar in the Mo family.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
