Reincarnation Paradise

The ghosts and ghosts in Weiyang County suffered disaster.

The red-sleeved girl originally wanted to go to Weiyang County to beat up the county lieutenant Yang Zhen, reprimand the county magistrate Zhang Pengwang, and take He Changan's father to Chang'an City.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they left Chang'an City, they were ambushed three times in a row.

One of them, he was attacked by a ghost general-level monster and suffered minor injuries.

Just as she let out her anger, she beat the monster to death with a fistful of fists, and then let go of it without leaving a trace of its soul.

From Chang'an City to Weiyang County, less than 800 li away, Zheng Hongxiu spent a full three days killing the monsters all the way.

This move caused a chain reaction of all parties.

So, when she arrived in Weiyang County and killed those ghosts and monsters who were "nurtured" by the human race, His Majesty the Emperor urgently summoned Zheng Gong again...

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The first time He Chang'an saw Zheng Gong was at dusk, when there was a snowstorm outside the window, and a pot of fire was burning brightly in the stone room.

Under the light of the fire, the subtle wrinkles on Zheng Gong's face were clearly visible, his temples were gray, and he held a pair of tongs in his hand, flipping the charcoal in the brazier over and over again.

He stared at the firelight, thoughtful.

The bearded man Zhang Yichao was squatting in a corner, boiling medicine on a small red clay stove.

Warm as spring, full of medicine fragrance.

He Changan sat kneeling on a piece of animal skin, but cold sweat slowly seeped from his back, almost soaking his clothes.

What realm is this Zheng Gong?

At first glance, apart from being a bit handsome and a bit cool, he is just an ordinary scholar. He doesn't seem to have any cultivation on his body, but it makes people feel flustered and empty.

He Changan felt that he was almost out of breath.

"Duke Zheng..." He Changan finally couldn't sit still.

"There are three missions, you choose one." Zheng Gong didn't look up, and said gently: "The first mission is to go to the northern border to spy on the reality of the Guifang tribe;

The second task is to go to the western region to spy on the reality of the demon army.

When the heavy snow fell, the beasts on the west and north borders should already be ready to move, ready to plunder the border and thresh grain and grass in the beginning of spring. "

Looting the border and threshing grain and grass means sending cavalry to break into the border of the Tang Dynasty to burn, kill and loot.

This, He Chang'an knows a thing or two.

The problem is that letting him, a beginner warrior, go to the border to spy on the military situation, is simply sending sheep to the entrance, and thinking about it makes him feel scared.

"Duke Zheng, what is the third task?" He Changan smiled stiffly, his expression a bit ugly.

"The third task..." Zheng Gong raised his head, looked He Changan up and down, and hesitated to speak.

He Changan didn't dare to say anything.

He had an inauspicious illusion that Zheng Gong's eyes stayed below his lower abdomen for an extra moment, and he sighed indistinctly...

‘My lord, you’re not going to send me into the palace, are you? '

Recalling the first time he saw Jiang Jifeng and Wu Jincao, He Changan subconsciously pinched his legs.

"The third task is to send you into the palace." After several breaths, Zheng Gong said lightly: "Your Majesty seems to be very interested in you, and has already inquired about you twice."

He Changan was dumbfounded.

Uncle, it really is going to be sent to the palace. Apart from being passed through by a female ghost twice, I am not married yet...

"Duke Zheng, I'm too old. If I enter the palace, I will die." He Chang'an said incoherently: "Besides, I'm not delicate enough, clumsy..."

He Changan really panicked this time.

Even if he is allowed to go to the northern and western regions to spy on the military situation, cut off his precious **** and send him to the palace, this is absolutely not acceptable!

Cold sweat covered his head and face, and he knelt on the animal skin, wanting to kowtow a few times.

"Send me to the northern border, or the western border is also fine. I'm very clever, and I'm most suitable for spying on the military situation, working as an undercover agent, and even assassinating the opposing marshal can be considered..."

He Changan was in a hurry to 'sell' himself, without noticing that Zhang Yichao, who was squatting in the corner boiling medicine, shrugged his shoulders, suppressed a smile, and almost let out a few pig noises.

"I'm afraid this won't work. After all, His Majesty has already inquired twice." Zheng Gong sighed, shook his head and smiled wryly, "Unless..."

‘Unless there is something, sir, tell me quickly! '

He Chang'an didn't dare to say much, and looked at Zheng Gong eagerly, for fear that he would miss a word and be sent directly to the palace.

"Unless, within a hundred days, you can advance to the sixth rank of martial arts, then you can go out with me." Zheng Gong said helplessly, picked up a book, and began to read.

'Advance to the sixth-rank martial arts within a hundred days, why don't you just let me ascend directly! Uncle, I've never seen such a shameless person, even more so than those scholars...'

"Duke Zheng, aren't there three missions? The subordinates are just before the election..." He Changan said cautiously.

"The first two missions have been cancelled." Zheng Gong turned over a page of the book, read it carefully, and said nonchalantly, "Those two missions are too dangerous. I'll send a few earth-level demon-killing envoys there."

"Duke Zheng, my subordinates are very good!" He Changan said hastily.

"Huh? Tell me, how powerful is it?" Zheng Gong raised his head in surprise, with a half-smile expression, which made He Chang'an's heart tense for no reason.

"Subordinates, subordinates have spiritual eyesight, and can see the imprints of demons and ghosts in the center of other people's brows and in the depths of their souls." He Changan said in a low voice.

There is no way, they are all forced to this point, if they don't show their hole cards, they probably will have their **** cut off and sent to the palace.

As long as you stick to the secret of the 'little black stick' in Dantian Linghai, there should be no big problem... right?

"Oh? Can you see through the imprints of demons and ghosts?" Zheng Gong finally became interested, and said with a smile: "I would like to hear about it."

So, He Chang'an recounted how he was 'nurtured by ghosts~www.readwn.com~ and accidentally discovered that his eyes were able to see ghosts clearly.

Zheng Gong listened very carefully, never letting go of any details, and He Changan broke out in a cold sweat after asking several times.

The bearded man Zhang Yichao was at the side, and he was also amazed by what he heard, and even ran over specially, opened He Changan's eyes and checked repeatedly.

"Yichao, go find some remnants of the Night God Sect." Zheng Gong muttered a few times before ordering.

"Here!" Zhang Yichao bowed and saluted, then turned and left.

"He Chang'an, is your father in good health?" Zheng Gong suddenly asked after Zhang Yichao left.

"Uh, it's not bad, the bones are not bad, it's just that the spirit of Yuanyang is getting weaker and weaker because of being surrounded by ghosts." He Chang'an replied honestly.

"Well, that's good. How many men of the human race spilled their blood on the battlefield during the battle in the northern border..." Zheng Gong turned his head, looked at the dusk and the snow-covered Chang'an City outside the window, and asked casually:

"How did you deal with Chen Shuangdao?"

"I'm... I really don't know!

He saved my life that day and gave me a Huanyang Pill. When I woke up, he seemed to be insane!

Zheng Gong, you don't doubt me, do you? "

He Chang'an was full of slander in his heart, but he spoke righteously on his face, showing the grief of being misunderstood, wronged, and framed.

‘This old man is so bad, he almost caught himself. '

'This Zheng Gong is a scholar at first sight, bah, a scholar doesn't have his heart...'

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Zheng Gong looked at He Chang'an with a half-smile, and found a waist card in his palm.

He stretched out a finger, tapped lightly, and a projection appeared on the jade bi.

He Chang'an opened his eyes wide, and was about to exclaim, "The grass, the projector", when he saw himself lying on the ground, and Chen Shuangdao lying softly on top of him...

Trembling and twitching, white foam ran down his face.