Chapter 136 The Demon Clan's Treasure (I) Asks for a Monthly Pass!

The next day was spent in Wu Luo's cultivation. Guo Zuhong was much busier than Wu Luo, and he found something strange about the formation, so he naturally devoted himself to studying. But he had to be distracted to spy on Wu Luo, and he was tired enough at the end of the day.

Wu Luo cultivated until midnight, got out of the kiln and stretched his waist, looked up at the starry sky, and suddenly his heart moved: This starry sky may not change for tens of thousands of years, but the earth is changing. I can't see anything under the face of this hundred huā mountains now, maybe it wasn't like this before?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, so he casually left a line for Nanyun on the wall of the kiln behind him, telling him that he had something to do and left for a few days, and then he didn't care about it anymore, and drove away with the magic weapon.

The night sky flight was extremely pleasant, and after crashing into a few night owls that didn't open their eyes, Wu Luo went out of the mountain smoothly. But it's already the middle of the night, the lights are blind, and it's not easy to find Shanyang County.

It wasn't until dawn that Wu Luo successfully found the location of the county seat, collected the magic weapon, and entered the city like an ordinary person.

The county government sits in the north and faces south, and even at the busiest time of the day, the big mén mouth is deserted. As a last resort, ordinary people will not go to court.

There was a half-old servant at the mouth of the yamén, holding a water and fire stick, and when he saw someone passing by, he raised his head like a decent tǐngxiōng and sucked his fat belly back, looking like a jīng fierce. When no one saw it, he immediately loosened his body and lazily leaned against the wall with a stick.

When Wu Luo stepped forward, the official glared at him and scolded: "Who dares to trespass on the county government." "Make a gesture with the water and fire stick in your hand.

Wu Luo waved his hand lightly: "Go and call your county magistrate to come out, and say that the people of Baihuā Mountain are coming." ”

"Baihuā Mountain?" the official muttered, a little suspicious. But seeing that although Wu Luo was dressed plainly, he had an extraordinary bearing, and he was worried that he was really a relative of the county lord's hometown, so he didn't dare to slack off and go back to tell him immediately.

The county magistrate has been a little uncomfortable in the past two days, he has been sitting in the seat of the county magistrate of Shanyang for more than ten years, but he has not been able to rise. Seeing that his age is no longer good, if he doesn't move a little, he will die on this son.

Although for ordinary people, the magistrate is already a great official, but only the magistrate himself knows in his heart that no matter who comes down, he is a "Shangguan", and a xiǎo magistrate has to serve like a grandson.

It's a pity that it doesn't matter if he goes up, he has the heart to move but can't find the mén road.

Coincidentally, the powerful lord of Lingyang County came to visit this county, and somehow arrived in his Shanyang County. How could such a good opportunity to hug a big tuǐ know the county lord to miss it?

Immediately saddle up and wait behind the horse, and the old face is gone, as long as you can be promoted.

Unexpectedly, what happened in the hundred huā mountains shattered all his dreams. After returning, the county lord of Lingyang kept silent about the affairs of Baihuā Mountain, and immediately left Shanyang County.

The county magistrate took a lot of money to find out the origin of the yù brand, and suddenly a basin of cold water was poured down, and all hope was extinguished. The county lord of Lingyang is only afraid that he will not be able to protect himself, and he may have to be affected by her!

In the past few days, the county magistrate doesn't know how many times he has scolded the county lord of Lingyang over and over again with "dàngfù" and "*zi", and he dreams at night that he is the tragic scene of being involved and being dismissed and imprisoned, and he can't live in peace.

Today, I was holding my concubine and sighing for a long time, when the blind servant ran in: "Master, master, there is a person outside, who calls himself a person from Baihuā Mountain, who wants to see you." ”

The county magistrate shook all over, his face was like ashes, and the teacup in his hand was shattered with a snap.

Seeing that the old man had signs of chōu wind, the shì concubine was startled, and hurriedly pouted his xiōng mouth: "Master, master, what's wrong with you, can't you die......"

The old man of Zhixian came back to his senses, and slapped the concubine chōu angrily: "Cheap * people!

The county magistrate thought that someone had come to arrest him and ask him for the crime, so he panicked for a while, paced around the room quickly, and after a while he calmed down, he sighed: "The catastrophe is coming, I'm afraid I can't escape this time." ”

The shì concubine on the side knelt on the ground, crying miserably.

The county magistrate's heart softened, and he waved his hand and said: "You go down, clean up with the sisters in the backyard, take everything you can take away, go from the back, don't let people see it, ...... in the future Find an honest person to live a good life. ”

Concubine Shì was startled, and pounced on the lower corner of his robe: "Master, what's wrong, what's going on?"

The county magistrate didn't say much, but after thinking about it, he was also a scholar, he drilled into the camp before his death, and he lost all his reputation, and now he is going to die, so he has to find some integrity.

He waved his hand at the officer: "Come, wait for the master to change my clothes!"

This style is a bit of a generous death.

......

Wu Luo was a little impatient when he stood at the entrance of the county ya, and only then did he see the old man of the county who was wearing a seven-grade navy blue sè official robe, wearing a black gauze hat, and coming out with his head held high.

Seeing that there was only one Wu Luo, the county magistrate was stunned: What about the army that captured me? What about the errand soldiers? It can't be just one person?

Although he is ready to die, who would want to die if he is alive?

A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart, and the county magistrate hurriedly took a few steps forward and bowed to the end: "Student Shanyang Zhixian Hu Fuhua, welcome adults!"

I can't take care of any integrity at this time.

Wu Luo was a little surprised that he was wearing such a formal official robe, but where did he want to get the thoughts of this old man? ”

Hu Fuhua hurriedly led the way in front: "Your Excellency, please." ”

I have to say that Hu Fuhua still has a very political sense, and when he saw Wu Luo coming alone, he vaguely felt that he might be a blessing in disguise. It is because he does not call himself a subordinate official, but calls himself a "student" with a shy old face, and he stuffs himself into Wuluo mén.

People are people who can represent the future NV emperor, not to mention calling himself a student, he is willing to call himself a grandson.

It's a pity that as soon as I entered the Yamén, there was a sound of the eight-room xiǎo concubine crying and shouting with the original wife in the backyard, which was really a bit of a bad scenery, and Wu Luo couldn't help but look at Hu Fuhua.

The county magistrate's face was bruised, and he said to the officials beside him: "Go to the back to see what's going on, let them be silent!"

The bright golden future is in front of him, and Hu Fuhua can't care about anything else.

The backyard luàn became a mess, and the front yard naturally had no shìnv to serve.

Hu Ronghua invited Wu Luo to take a seat, and he didn't see any shìnv serving tea for a while, and the county magistrate had no choice but to make tea for Wu Luo by himself.

Wu Luo waved his hand: "Don't bother, I'm here to ask you about something." ”

(Cheeky for collection, seeking freshness, everyone thinks it's slow, these two days are not slow, right?)