Shipin Dalizheng

Feng Qingqing, who claimed that she could die but not become bald, was ultimately unable to defeat Rong Tang and helped him kill almost all the living creatures around her that could fill their stomachs before winter.

And one day, both of their hair was completely clean, cleaner than if it had been shaved with a razor.

After sending away the last group of refugees, Rong Tang looked at his bright head in the mirror, and then everything in front of him went dark again and again.

Feng Qingqing finally left without saying goodbye. She was originally a pure person in the martial arts world, but she was injured and had to stay in the inner palace, but it was impossible for her to stay there forever.

After returning to the city, Sima Zhi handed over the affairs to the officials sent by Emperor Xuanning, and almost packed up his luggage and prepared to go back.

The process of conquering the south went very smoothly, and there was basically no resistance. Even where the army went, there were many places with poor information that did not know that the Southern Dynasty had fallen. Surrender and you would live, but resist and you would die. Everyone knew what to choose.

They were all the Nangong Dynasty, so who was their loyalty? The common people just wanted to survive, so who cared who was the emperor?

Of course, Sima Zhi had no intention of competing with Wang Biao for that kind of credit. In this great southern expedition, no one could surpass him.

If there is one, it must be Rong Tang. The two of them are good friends, so it doesn't matter who makes the contribution.

Sima Zhi was surprised when he saw the bald head. "Oh my God, you became a monk?"

Rong Tang wanted to die and said in a gloomy tone, "Almost."

Sima Zhi was shocked. "No, you can't be a monk. What will happen to Tiantian?"

He no longer had the energy to think about so many things. The fatigue from many days and the long-term torture made him extremely sleepy. He just wanted to have a good sleep.

The dream still contained that horrible scene. If Nangong Yan had encountered such a tragedy in his previous life, as a normal person, it would be no problem for him to stay away from it.

The biggest problem is that he can leave whenever he wants, but he has to take all the supplies with him before leaving, which is really abominable.

So much time has passed, and there is still no trace or news of him. It's as if he has disappeared from the face of the earth.

But Rong Tang knew that such a person would never be content with being ordinary if he lived his life again. He would think that he was the chosen one and would rely on knowing many things in advance, seeking benefits and avoiding harm, and then reach the top again.

When he woke up, a day and a night had passed. He opened his eyes and saw a wig placed neatly on the bedside.

Needless to say, it was bought for him by his four bodyguards. In ancient times, the art of making wigs was already very mature, and many people with thin hair wore wigs in daily life, but there were not many people with completely bald hair like him who wore wigs.

There were voices outside, and Rong Tang asked, "Who is it?"

It was Aunt Gui who came in, kneeling carefully on the ground, "Young Master, our Sixth Miss has left a letter and is leaving. Look at this... what should we old servants do?"

"Hasn't your indenture been returned to you?"

The other person is Zhao Da. Although he is honest, he is obviously not suitable to stay with him, and he does not consider taking him to the Northern Dynasty.

Mrs. Gui said, "I gave it to you, but I want to go find my son. Look at this..."

She handed her indenture forward, expecting Rong Tang to take it.

Rong Tang was silent for a moment, "Leave it to Rong Zhan."

Mrs. Gui was overjoyed and was willing to accept the offer, which meant she agreed to take her to find her son.

Mrs. Gui left, and Rong Tang asked the four guards to prepare to set off. However, before leaving, there was still one thing to do, which was to go to the Jokhang Temple to visit Master Yuanjing and ask about the origin of the illusion.

Is it a secret method he cultivated himself, or a plug-in that comes with the Buddhist beads? Is it possible for him to open it and take a look?

The temple gate, which I had been photographing for a long time, finally opened. The young monk folded his hands and chanted, "What is the matter, donor? This temple has been closed for half a year and does not receive pilgrims."

Rong Tang clasped his hands together in return, "Little Master, I'm here to visit Master Yuan Jing. I have some confusions that I hope he can help me resolve."

The young monk said, "You are late, the ancestor passed away a month ago."

Rong Tang was surprised. After asking about the specific time carefully, he found out that it was the day when Master Yuan Jing took him through the illusion.

"Before he passed away, the master left a letter for the donor. I will go and get it for you."

Rong Tang waited for a while, and the little monk took out the letter. Before he could finish thanking him, the temple door was closed again.

When he opened the envelope, the upper part was a picture of a whole string of Buddhist beads and a single, slightly larger bead. This was to tell him that the Buddhist beads in his hand were not complete and a main bead was missing.

Here are four sentences:

To save a life, you must first kill.

To obtain good, one must first do evil.

Causes in previous life, results in this life.

If you have the will to die, you can still live.

Rong Tang chewed over these words and gave a bitter smile. Wasn't that what he was doing? In order to save people, he slaughtered natural creatures. If he wanted to be a good person, he had to turn himself into a bad person first. As for the cause and effect of his past and present lives, he didn't want to care. Anyway, he had done what he had to do no matter what.

After returning to the city, he received a visiting card from the new official, and they were speechless after meeting.

Rong Tang was the first to break the silence, "Well, Brother Cui got a promotion!"

Being promoted from a seventh-rank magistrate of a suburban county to being the top leader here is at least a fifth-rank provincial official. This is really a qualitative leap.

When Cui Xian saw him for the first time, he thought he had seen a ghost. Everyone wanted to kill the deposed officials. Lord Sima recommended him to establish a good relationship. It was said that the Earl of Annan, who had a bright future in official career, was actually his old acquaintance Rong Tang.

It was difficult for him to judge this man. He had no problem with Rong Tang. His ability stood out from the crowd, far ahead of his competitors. He was appointed governor here thanks to his initiatives to benefit the people. The popularization of water wheels and the second crop of rice donated by Mayor Gao, with a little effort, were all added points for him.

Apart from anything else, just based on the fact that his career was going smoothly, Rong Tang was his benefactor.

Even Rong Tang himself, who made all these direct contributions, may not be able to get any benefits from him.

All this is thanks to him, but he is the most hated person in the Cui family, no doubt about it.

Seeing him pursed his lips and said nothing, Rong Tang waved his hand in front of him, "Hey, if you don't want to talk, please go back. I'm still busy."

Cui Xian said after a while, "You'd better give a reasonable explanation for my eldest cousin's matter. If you explain it properly, the grudge between you and the Cui family may be offset."

He has tried his best to give Rong Tang a hint about the whereabouts of Cui Xingzhou, the eldest son of the Cui family, who is the most concerned about the Cui family. If Rong Tang can give a satisfactory answer, the Cui family can afford to lose tens of thousands of taels of grain.

"You've really stumped me. I don't know how to satisfy the Cui family. If they think Cui Xingzhou is still alive, they're definitely going to be disappointed."

Cui Xian's heart tightened, but he quickly accepted it. For someone who had been missing for so many years, death might be inevitable.

"How did he die?"

"I definitely didn't kill him. Although there was a moment when I wanted to do it."

Cui Xian felt even more uncomfortable. What this meant was that the eldest son of the Cui family had just died not long ago.

"How did he die? You'd better explain it clearly. As a friend, I don't want you to face the Cui family's stranglehold. This is not something you can bear."

Rong Tang sighed, "Perhaps. Dynasties can be changed easily, but the four surnames are not destroyed. It would be easy for your Cui family to destroy someone. If you want to hear this story, it's a bit long. You should sit down and have a cup of tea."

A young man with a lame leg came forward to exchange for hot tea, and Cui Xian glanced at him.

"This story originally concerned him. I will repeat it to you, and he will fill in the gaps."

Rong Tang took a sip of tea and said, "This story started from a conversation in the spring..."

"His legs were broken by several of the Cui family's side branch disciples. He would have died, but was saved by a rain. However, his entire body was ruined. He was once a top scholar, but he became a cripple. Who killed him?"