The morning rain and dew make the air much fresher.

Because it rained lightly last night, the water marks on the ground did not fade, and it seemed a little muddy.

A carriage slowly drove over, crushing the small puddle, splashing a lot of mud and water, and washing away a lot of mottled blood on the axle.

"Sir, Lin'an City is ahead!"

The coachman drove the carriage, looked at the city ahead, and spoke loudly at the curtain behind him.

The words ended.

The curtain was lifted up, and a man dressed in Confucian scholar poked his head out and looked at the city in the distance.

Then, he sat back.

"It's finally here!"

In the carriage, Fu Mosheng looked complicated. He was also a little nervous about the place where he was about to take office, but also a little relieved.

Daqin was not calm.

In addition to the evil and evil, there are also many bandits blocking the way.

  All the way.

All the soldiers who escorted him to take office died, leaving only himself and the coachman who was rushing to survive.

If he had not arrived in Lin'an City, Fu Mosheng would have suspected that he might have died on the way to take office.

"It's fine if evil spirits cause disaster, but there are even thieves taking advantage of this to make trouble. It's really worth mercy to die!"

Thinking of the ups and downs along the way, he felt extremely angry again.

If it weren't for the insufficient troops he carried, Fu Mosheng would have wanted to wipe out all the bandit nests along the way.

but

He could only think about these things.

In recent years, the disasters in the territory of Daqin have become increasingly serious, which is not unrelated to the rampant evil spirits.

Chaos in the world are about to arise, and everyone wants to get a share of the pie.

Just at this moment.

The carriage slowly drove into Lin'an City. When he heard the noisy sound of the people talking in his ears, Fu Mosheng couldn't help but lift a corner of the curtain to observe the movements around him.

"Compared with other places, although Lin'an City is a small city, it is a good place from the moment it looks like."

Along the way, I have experienced many places along the way.

In some places, evil spirits cause disaster and the people suffer indecent suffering.

Even if you seem prosperous on the surface, you can understand the sufferings in it by truly understanding it in depth.

From the surface of the people of Lin'an City, although they are not much different from other places, if you look carefully, you can find that these people don't have much fear on their faces.

"strangeness"

"As far as I know, the evil spirits in Lin'an City have caused many disasters, but now it seems that there is no problem."

Fu Mosheng thought to himself.

While he was guessing in his heart, the coachman had already driven the carriage towards the yamen after asking about the direction of the yamen.

When the carriage was driving, many people stopped and looked curiously.

"This carriage looks a bit strange. Could it be a noble man from another place?"

"Hey, who knows."

"Looking at the question of driving the car, I obviously went to the yamen."

Some people couldn't help but whisper.

Nowadays, not everyone can get a carriage. For ordinary people, let alone ride a carriage, they will not have the opportunity to touch it.

Like in Lin'an City, only those people from those large tribes use carriages when traveling.

Just as they were talking, the carriage had already stopped at the gate of the yamen.

The coachman got off and opened the curtain.

"Sir, the yamen is here."

"Um."

Fu Mersheng lowered his head and got out of the carriage, then looked up at the yamen plaque in front of him, with a calm expression on his face.

  The inner courtyard of the yamen.

A stove was burning, and a large iron basin was baked on the stove, and the basin was filled with iron sand.

Shen Changqing rolled up his sleeves and kept interspersing back and forth in the iron sand. He did not use his true energy to resist it, but instead relied on the strength of his body to resist the hot temperature in the iron sand.

Swish!

Swish!!

Every time the palm of your hand is immersed in the iron sand and then pulled out, the skin on the surface is only slightly red, except that there is no major problem.

"The practice of the Thirteenth Taibao has made my physical defense much stronger, and practicing the iron sand palm is twice the result with half the effort!"

Among several martial arts, only the Seven Killing Sword Technique and Iron Sand Palm need to be improved by practicing hard on your own. There is no way to use the killing value to take shortcuts.

In contrast.

The Seven Killing Sword Technique is a martial art that can stop fighting, and it will only improve quickly in fighting against the enemy. If you just practice hard, it will be difficult to make any progress.

so.

Chen Changqing is devoted to studying iron sand palms.

Because of his strong body, he successfully promoted the Iron Sand Palm to a higher level in just a few days.

The power of the third layer of iron sand palm is much stronger than that of the second layer.

In addition.

The skin of the palms becomes tougher.

As this martial arts was promoted, Chen Changqing also felt that there was a hot fire in his palms.

That kind of anger.

Unlike the heat that comes with Tianwu’s true qi, it seems even more violent.

Even, there is a tendency to backlash itself.

But Chen Changqing's true energy is powerful and his body is strong. The backlash of the ignition energy of the iron sand palm will not have any effect at all.

Practice.

There was no stop for a moment.

At this time, several people walked in from outside, leading by a yamen runner.

"Sir, someone is here!"

Bang

Chen Changqing's true energy was activated, and a pair of red palms burned by iron sand directly broke the iron basin. The iron sand in the basin scattered and extinguished the fire.

The sudden movement scared the yamen runner.

The two people following the yamen runners were also shocked.

Stand in place for a few breaths.

The red red on his palm faded, Chen Changqing lowered his sleeves and looked at the yamen runner coldly.

"When can the yamen allow others to come in and out? Is it because I need my official to teach you how to do things?"

“Sir, forgive me!”

The yamen runner's face turned pale.

Just when he was panicked, Chen Changqing waved his hand: "Forget it, you go back."

While speaking.

The eyes had already fallen on the two of them.

"Resigned from a humble position!" The yamen runner lowered his head and hurriedly retreated.

When the other party retreats.

Chen Changqing said lightly: "Where do you two come from? What's the matter when you suddenly come to the yamen?"

When he asked, he was already silently looking at the two people in front of him.

"I am Fu Mosheng, the new magistrate who was accepted by the court. You are Lord Chen Changqing and Shen from the Demon Suppression Department!"

Fu Moyan clasped his fists, and he was also looking at Chen Changqing.
To be continued...