Chapter 825

Less than two months?

The Jinluo exchanged silent glances, secretly guessing the meaning behind this sentence — less than two months!

Obviously, this was some kind of time limit, or a time scale.

However, what did "less than two months" mean? That was the most important thing.

The Jinluo signaled each other with their eyes, encouraging each other to ask, but they also knew that Duke Wei was angry at the moment, so no one dared to ask. If it was something extremely bad, wouldn't it be a good way for Duke Wei to vent his anger?

A piece of paper could be transferred to the border, and that would be easy …

Wei Yuan recalled his own years of martial arts cultivation. Even he, who was praised by the Supervisor as the most promising genius to step into Rank-1 in the past 500 years in Daibun, had spent three and a half months to cross from the Qi Refinement stage to the Spirit Refinement stage.

Xu Qi'an, who had accomplished this feat in less than two months, was more talented than he had expected. Before this, what Wei Yuan admired about Xu Qi'an was his temperament.

Temperament was also a kind of talent.

As for Xu Qi'an's cultivation speed, Wei Yuan had previously heard that Xu Qi'an had filled his Qi activity to the middle dantian, so he had a whole new level of respect for Xu Qi'an.

He thought that by the end of next spring, this kid would almost be able to advance to the Spirit Refinement stage. To advance one rank in five months, this talent was on the same level as Jinluo.

Coupled with his natural temperament suitable for the Warrior System, he might become the second King of Zhenbei — a Rank-3 martial artist in the future.

Who would have thought that Xu Qi'an's talent was more powerful than he had expected.

Most importantly, Xu Qi'an had unknowingly achieved something that could be said to be shocking:

Qi Refinement stage double visualization.

The Buddhist Lion's Roar was a lost art, but it needed to be paired with a visualization catalog. This kind of catalog was far from being comparable to the real visualization catalog. After all, the Golden Lion Roar was only used as a supplement to the Lion's Roar.

It was part of the set of lost arts.

Even so, it was still shocking that Xu Qi'an could achieve double visualization in the Qi Refinement stage.

The knowledgeable Wei Yuan quickly thought of three possibilities:

First, one body with two souls.

There were many records in the Buddhist Kingdom of the West that after a monk passed away, he would be revived in the body of a child. Not only would he have complete memories, but he would also be born with Buddhist teachings.

This was because the remnant soul of the monk would merge with the newborn child. This kind of primordial spirit was innately stronger than that of ordinary people. It had many miraculous abilities, such as being able to perform double visualization at the very beginning. That, because their souls were actually not insignificant.

Two, people with great luck.

This type of person was extremely rare, but those with great luck were all experts whose names shook a region. For example, the Dao Sect's Dao Head, the Imperial Astronomer's Supervisor, the Witchcraft God Cult's Witchcraft God, etc.

Third, of of of an elder.

There was nothing much to say about these kinds of people. Heaven's favored ones were different from ordinary people from the very start.

"Ahem …" Nangong Qianrou cleared his throat.

He was the representative of Jinluo. Since Yang Yan was not here, he was the only one present among Duke Wei's adopted son. It seemed that Duke Wei was reluctant to send his adopted son to the border.

"Godfather, what can I do for you?" Nangong Qianrou said reluctantly.

Wei Yuan glanced at him, closed the booklet, and poured himself a cup of tea. He said leisurely, "Nothing, just a small matter."

"A small matter? You almost couldn't control your expression just now … "The Jinluo complained in their hearts.

Then, they noticed that Wei Yuan's mood had changed. Although he was still calm and collected, it was the calm before the storm. Now, the sun was shining brightly and the wind was blowing gently.

It seemed that the secret letter contained good news … What did it say? Nangong Qianrou asked curiously, "Godfather, what did it say?"

Wei Yuan smiled from the bottom of his heart. "Xu Qi 'an tried to break through to the Spirit Refinement realm. The letter was sent by Jiang Lvzhong at the border of Yunzhou. He should have succeeded by now."

Wei Yuan did not reveal the fact that he could double visualize.

"Impossible …" Nangong Qianrou almost shouted.

When Xu Qi 'an first joined the night watchman, he successfully attracted his godfather's attention during the self-questioning test. At that time, he and Yang Yan were beside him.

It could be said that Nangong Qianrou had watched Xu Qi 'an grow up, so he knew his roots best.

When he became the night watchman, he was still at the peak of the Spirit Refinement realm. In Nangong Qianrou's eyes, he was a weak existence that could be killed with one blow.

Although his godfather said that this boy had great potential, and Nangong Qianrou agreed, he still could not accept it.

In less than two months, he had advanced from the ninth rank of the Spirit Refinement realm to the seventh rank of the Spirit Refinement realm. He had reached the lowest standard of the silver gong.

"If Yang Yan was here, the corner of his mouth would probably crack all the way to his ears …" Nangong Qianrou thought sourly.

Zhang Kaitai, who had condensed his sword intent, also felt sour. He had thought of recruiting Xu Qi 'an to work for him, and he had even thought of ways — money and seduction.

However, he was too embarrassed to do it because of Jinluo's reputation.

"This Xu Qi 'an is so talented? In time, I'm afraid our yamen will have another Golden Gong. "

"Fortunately, he didn't die because of the incident with the surname Zhu."

Apart from being shocked, Jinluo couldn't hide their joy.

If there was another Rank-4 martial artist in the yamen, their overall influence and strength would go up another level.

High-ranked Warrior was rare, but a high-ranked one cultivated by one's own force was even rarer.

Apart from Nangong Qianrou, the rest of Jinluo sighed emotionally about this matter.

This was the advantage of having a good character. People would be more willing to accept someone who had a bottom line compared to most of the night watchmen to become a high-ranked martial artist.

If it was a treacherous villain who had advanced to a high rank, they would unconsciously be afraid. However, it was not necessary for Xu Qi 'an. He could kill his superior for an unrelated girl. From another perspective, he was actually protecting the bottom line in his heart.

If this continued, his godfather would probably adopt him … Yang Yan was a taciturn person. He wouldn't compete with me for favor. That annoying Xu Qi 'an was very slippery … Nangong Qianrou thought sourly.

Wei Yuan glanced at the water leak in the corner and waved his hand. "Leave. I don't want a similar mistake to happen again. Qianrou, prepare the carriage and follow me to the palace. "

The minor court assembly would begin in an hour.

The Yuanjing Emperor did not attend the morning court meeting because it conflicted with his meditation time. He only had a minor court meeting every few days, but it was not frequent.

The last minor court meeting was four days ago.

…

The carriage wheels rolled over the bluestone paved street. Nangong Qianrou pulled the reins hard and the carriage stopped at the palace gate.

Nangong Qianrou took down the small stool hanging from the bottom of the carriage and welcomed Wei Yuan down from the carriage. She then handed the reins of the horse to the Golden Guards who were guarding the city and followed behind the green-robed figure.

In the imperial study, Emperor Yuan Jing, who had regrown black hair, sat on the gilded chair. He glanced at the ministers and said emotionlessly,

"I have already asked the cabinet to make a copy of the memorial sent by the Yuzhou administrative envoy and send it to my ministers. I want to know what you think."

The Minister of Revenue was the first to step forward and said loudly, "I think that this is only an example in Yuzhou. Zhang Xingying's claim that there are spies in all the Daibun's water transport offices is complete nonsense."

The Minister of Works echoed, "Zhang Xingying's claim lacks evidence and cannot be trusted. We only need to thoroughly investigate the water transport offices in Yuzhou."

Many other officials stepped forward to support the proposal. Their attitude was clear: Do not investigate the water transport offices.

The water transport had always been troublesome since ancient times. It involved too many interest groups. From the capital to the local areas, from the Imperial court to the Jianghu, it was complicated. There were too many people involved.

The Yuanjing Emperor looked at the Cabinet Chief. "What does Minister Wang think?"

The Cabinet Chief bowed. "I think that we should thoroughly investigate the water transport in Yuzhou."

"Wei Yuan, what do you think?" The Yuanjing Emperor looked at Daqing Yi.

"I agree with the Cabinet Chief," Wei Yuan replied.

The officials withdrew their gazes from Wei Yuan.

Wang Shoufu tilted his head and looked at Wei Yuan. He had a tacit understanding, but he was also a little disappointed. At this critical juncture, whoever dared to suggest thoroughly investigating the water transport offices would be cutting off the Daibun bureaucracy.

The two old rivals would not make such a low-level mistake, but they both hoped that the other would make a mistake.

Emperor Yuan Jing nodded. His eyes were deep, and no one could tell whether he was happy or angry.

He continued, "The Qingzhou administrative envoy sent back a memorial. Yang Gong has set up monoliths in all the offices in Qingzhou. The inscription on the monoliths reads: You eat and work, the people's blood and sweat. The people are easy to abuse, but the heavens are hard to bully.

"The Qingzhou administrative envoy believes that this poem is deafening and has the effect of warning the officials. He suggests that the court order all the provinces to follow suit and set up monoliths.

"What do you think, my dear officials?"

In the imperial study, the officials were in an uproar. They whispered to each other.

"Good poem, good poem!" One of the officials stood up excitedly and shouted, "This poem is a stroke of genius. This is the poem that Daibun should have. It's not 'The fragrance of the moon floats at dusk' or 'A boat full of clear dreams suppresses the galaxy'.

"Your subject's blood is boiling. I sincerely request Your Majesty to order all the provinces to follow suit and set up monoliths in all the offices."

This request to the Minister of Affairs received the approval of all the officials present. It did not involve any conflict of interest or faction struggle. All of a sudden, the officials became lively and dared to speak up and express their opinions.

However, not everyone agreed. Some people did not want to see Yang Gong become famous. After all, the Qingzhou administrative envoy was a scholar from the Yunlu Academy.

However, more people hoped that the court would do so. This way, when the story spread, it would be beneficial to the court's image in the hearts of the people.

This was the same reason why scholars liked to be famous.

In recent years, from the common people to the aristocrats, from the common people to the country gentry, there was endless criticism. The erection of monoliths could restore some of the court's reputation.

Wang Shoufu stepped out. "Your subject proposes to follow the example of the Qingzhou administrative envoy."

The Yuanjing Emperor actually had the same idea. Although he was an immortal cultivator, ignored the court, and amassed money without limit, he felt that he was a good emperor.

"Yang Gong's reputation as a great scholar is not in vain. This poem was born during my reign and will surely go down in history. Not only will I set up monoliths in all the provinces, I will also write it myself and make a copy of it in my own handwriting. "The Yuanjing Emperor smiled.

"Back then, Yang Gong achieved first place in the imperial examinations. His poems were among the best of his generation." Grand Secretary Wang also laughed.

Only Wei Yuan was stunned for a long time.

You eat and work, the people's blood and sweat. The people are easy to abuse, but the heavens are hard to bully … Wasn't this the poem that Xu Qi 'an wrote in the Self-Questioning Pass?

How did it become Yang Gong's?

Or was it Yang Gong's poem, and Xu Qi 'an listened to his cousin Xu Xinnian's narration?

Wei Yuan quickly denied this guess. In terms of poetic talent, a hundred Yang Gong's could not compare to one Xu Qi 'an.

This poem had only appeared recently. The inspection team was heading south, so it was inevitable that they would pass by Qingzhou. In other words, when Xu Qi 'an returned to Qingzhou, this poem came from Qingzhou.

After thinking it through, Wei Yuan frowned and was puzzled. "This poem was written by Xu Qi 'an. Why did His Majesty ignore it just now? Was it intentional, or did the Qingzhou administrative envoy deliberately not write Xu Qi' an's name?"

The memorial was sent back to the capital by the Qingzhou administrative envoy. This kind of memorial was usually written by officials of the yamen. After all, the administrative envoy could not do everything himself … It was also possible that officials deliberately ignored the original author in order to please the administrative envoy … At that time, they could just say that it was an oversight in writing the memorial.

"Once the matter is settled, Yang Gong's reputation will spread along with this poem. At that time, even if Yang Gong explains later, whether the news will spread is a problem, and how effective it will be is still a problem.

"It should be Xu Qi 'an's literary name. No one can take it away … It's still too high profile and too young." Wei Yuan sighed in his heart. He stepped out and said in a clear voice,

"Your Majesty, please listen!"