I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 400 Walking all the way, killing all the way

Feeling the strange gaze behind him, Feng Bingwen's scalp was numb, and his back was like a glow. No need to guess, he knew what his grandma was thinking at this time, after all, the old man only had one appeal now.

Marry a wife and have children!
Although he is already a cultivator now, and he has at least a thousand years of life, there is no need to worry about this matter.

But that's for practitioners, not to mention that Feng Bingwen himself has not adjusted his mentality as a long-lived person, especially the elderly in his family.

Decades of thinking inertia is not so easy to correct, and in this regard, the concept of the immortal is not necessarily correct, at least not so correct for the current single-handed Feng family.

Feng Bingwen naturally knows how troublesome this matter is, and it won't even be weakened by the growth of his strength, unless he can find a Taoist partner who satisfies himself and his family in a short period of time.

"Wen'er, come here, I have something to tell you!"

In the end, the old man looked at Feng Bingwen and those two ridiculously beautiful little flower essences hanging on his body, but he still couldn't bear it.

"whats the matter?"

Feng Bingwen was so busy reminiscing about the old days with his two little flowers that he had raised that he ignored the old man's gaze and followed the old man to the side helplessly.

Naturally, no one would dare to eavesdrop on those weird spirits around. The old man may be dim-sighted, but their master is not so easy to bully.

Even creatures with not enough brains will engrave the awe of the strong deep in their bodies and souls, not to mention these spirits who have activated their intelligence, none of them are stupid.

Many of them even acquired certain literacy skills through self-study or oral instruction, and some of them were particularly diligent and hardworking, and their knowledge was able to take part in the major imperial examinations.

Of course, whether you can pass the exam is another matter.

"Wen'er!"

"Well, grandma, tell me."

"It's not that grandma wants to take care of you. I like those two little guys too, but they are really too small!"

The old man pondered, thinking about how to persuade his grandson not to do something impossible.

Although this matter is completely beyond her understanding based on her life experience of the past few decades, after all, she has to persuade her.

It is really unimaginable that the seven-foot-long grandson in front of her and those two little guys who are not as tall as her grandson are mixed together. No matter how you look at it, it is inappropriate.

"I only think of them as... well, boys!"

Feeling the worry from the old man's words, Feng Bingwen was a little dumbfounded, but he had to explain it, and he had to think carefully when he spoke.

For him today, what is the position of these two little flower spirits?What can they do?No matter how you look at these little flower essences, only their beauty can be taken out, other places are really hard to see.

"I still have some status in the sect now. Sometimes when I attend some occasions, I need some little guys to support me. I don't worry about the little goblins I took in halfway. These two little guys were raised by me. .”

"So it is!"

It turned out to be the case, the old man nodded half-understood, although she is now extraordinary and refined, and is no longer a mortal, but basically has little contact with the world of practice - Dagan is indeed extremely strict in this aspect.

This made it impossible for the old man to say that he knew nothing about spiritual practice, and his eyes were almost smeared, and he didn't know anything.

But this does not prevent the old man from extracting the essence from the words of his grandson, which has a certain status, which means that her grandson is not weak even among those immortals, not only does not need to listen to others, but can also order others .

Although I don't know the specific situation at all, but these alone are enough for the elderly to be happy. Nothing makes these old guys who have calmed down more happy than hearing about their own childhood success.

"So you don't have to worry about that!"

Feng Bingwen comforted the old man, the two little flower spirits he raised were indeed delicate and lovely, and they were exquisite and flawless, but with such a small body, it was really difficult for him to have any evil thoughts.

"It's good that you have a sense of proportion!"

Although I still want to give a few more words on this matter, but I also know that repeating such things is too nagging, so the old man just gave one last word of advice and let it go!

In the end, Feng Bingwen stayed at home, and when he began to sort out the strange things in the house, he did not forget to chat with the old man who had been alone for a long time.

As for the two sacred statues following behind him, Feng Bingwen didn't care about them at all, he could do whatever he liked, anyway, when he reached that state, he couldn't starve to death, the wind couldn't blow, and the rain couldn't blow.

In the process, Feng Bingwen took away the Baiyujing that he had left over Wolong Lake. He had no ability to take it with him before, threw it there, and arranged it as a simple Inheritance.

But now, he can't say that he has returned to his hometown with honor, it can be regarded as a return to his hometown, and it is better to put away the things that will bring him hidden dangers as soon as possible.

Of course, Feng Bingwen was not only busy cleaning up his family and personal affairs, he also learned about Fengjia Village, which had become a town, and would soon find out the root cause of the change.

The source of everything is the group of big geese who have been purified by his fairy spirit. When he first did such a thankless job, he hoped that the goose eggs laid by these big geese could improve the physique of the elderly at home. .

But Feng Bingwen overlooked one thing, the goose eggs laid by a flock of geese can hardly be eaten by one or two people alone, not to mention that the old man in his family lived in poverty at first, and had already raised them A good habit of thrift.

Before Feng Bingwen left home, his grandma sold some uneaten goose eggs, which didn't cause much trouble at first.

But when Feng Bingwen left home, the impact of those goose eggs finally broke out.

Donghua Continent is dominated by Shinto, and if Shinto is prosperous, it will inevitably be suppressed. Compared with other continents, the famous Daozong of Immortal Dao can be called a big cat or a small cat two or three times, basically not a climate.

Under the suppression of Shinto, the practitioners of the human martial arts system were basically not affected. After all, there was no conflict of interest between the two sides. The natural materials and treasures that warriors needed were of no use to the gods of Shinto who didn't even have a body.

This is the general situation of Donghua Continent, that is, Dagan, which only occupies a corner of it. The same is true for the domestic practice circles, which are dominated by Shinto and martial arts.

The batch of goose eggs sold by the Feng family is as effective as a weakened genius to a warrior.

Although it is not as good as the thousand-year-old ginseng, but the quantity is there, let alone it can be eaten as a meal. It has been accumulated over the years, and it is beneficial to the effect of the martial artist's cultivation. It is simply indescribable.

Then, the goose eggs sold by his grandma became popular. Because of the special effect, the price also rose accordingly, and soon reached a price that matched or even exceeded the effect.

Of course, in this process, it is inevitable that some people will have some nasty things, and it is not that no one has thought about those big geese in the Feng family.

But those who dare to put their ideas into practice will end up either being thrown into Wolong Lake to feed the fish, or being buried under the vegetation outside the mountain and made into fertilizer.

Although the spirit who has received Feng Bingwen's education is good in nature, he is not to be bullied, let alone he has given orders.

Therefore, in just a few years, the goose eggs produced by the group of big geese raised by his grandma have become a kind of hot commodity. They have a high reputation in a certain area, and every time they are sold, they can cause looting. .

"One goose egg, one hundred gold baht!"

Knowing the selling price of the eggs laid by those big geese, Feng Bingwen also felt a little funny,
"Those guys really know how to take advantage of it!"

Today's Feng Bingwen naturally has no interest in gold and silver things. Although he does not regard money as dung, it is not much different. He has no need for these.

As for the status quo, he doesn't intend to change anything. Since the old man is willing to sell, let her sell it, as long as she is happy.

As for the old man's current physique, it is not that the eggs laid by a few big geese that are indistinguishable from those who have become spirits can continue to strengthen. With immortal energy, the improvement effect on physique must be beyond the past.

"Grandma, I'm going to visit my grandpa!"

After living at home for nearly ten days, Feng Bingwen finally couldn't hold back. His grandma basically had no problems in life, except that she was a little lonely.

As for safety, there is no need to worry. Although he will take away a batch of spirits in the mansion this time, he still left a few little ones who are too lazy to move, but are good enough to perform the duties of guarding the house.

And it's not just these spirits, Feng Bingwen also discovered the handwriting of the local government. They even arranged for people to buy goose eggs, and there are some warriors who are not weak-of course, relatively speaking, their responsibilities seem to be is defending his home.

"That old thing, it's good to go and have a look, I don't know how he is doing now!"

Seeing that his grandson was leaving, the old man felt a little bit sad, but after hearing who he was going to find, the old man still chose to agree.

"Should have had a good time!"

Feng Bingwen murmured in his heart that before he left, he had greeted the emperor who was in charge. Although thinking about it carefully, he was a bit of a bully at that time, but he didn't really do anything.

"By the way, do you know where that old thing is now?"

"Shouldn't it be in Kyoto?"

Feng Bingwen asked in surprise.

"If you go to the capital, I'm afraid it will be a waste of time. I heard people say that the emperor arranged a very torturous job for your grandfather. He asked him to be some kind of supervisor, inspecting officials from all over the country, and killing them first. s right!"

"what?"

Hearing such news, even Feng Bingwen was a little dazed for a moment, what was the point of this, that was not what he told the emperor before leaving.

"I don't know the specific news. I only know a few words now. I always ask someone to read the letters written by the old man!"

The old man smiled a little embarrassedly. She still hasn't figured out many things, even though her mind is clearer now than when she was young.

"Cut first and play later. If the old man uses it, it will not be difficult to find him!"

Feng Bingwen pinched the center of his eyebrows, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, but he didn't say anything more. After comforting his old man, he went up to the sky and went to find the old man under the watchful eyes of his grandma.

The process of finding the old man is not difficult. After all, they are direct blood relatives. With this level of blood relationship, as long as Feng Bingwen is willing, he can find all blood relatives related to him, and none of them will be lost.

And when Feng Bingwen found his old man, it happened to be noon, and in his impression, this old man, although rigid and stern, was still somewhat kind, wearing a crimson official robe, sitting on a high platform, With a cold face, he dropped the token in his hand!

Amidst the applause of the people around the high platform, a snow-white guillotine fell down, and with the gushing blood, a large head was thrown down and rolled several times on the ground.

Supervisor!

This is what Feng Bingwen was doing when he found his old man. Judging from the cheers and scolding of the people, Feng Bingwen soon knew that the person who was cut off by the guillotine was not a rascal, but just The highest ruling official in that small county.

Local magistrate!

In the feudal dynasty with relatively backward traffic information transmission, the county magistrate with the highest ruling power in a place can be said to be the emperor of the earth, but now he has been snapped off by his father, and it seems that he has not reported it.

"Long live Master Qingtian!"

"This dog official is finally dead!"

"Good kill!"

Hearing the cheers of the people, Feng Bingwen did not show up, but silently collected all the news related to his old man, and then he became more silent.

His old man has been the inspector for more than half a year, which is too long for inspectors with various privileges.

What's even more exaggerated is that his old man perfectly fulfilled all the rights he had as an inspector, walking and killing all the way.

Wherever Feng Qingtian went, the corrupt officials were frightened, and the people clapped their hands and applauded. They were eagerly looking forward to this inspector who showed no mercy to corrupt officials and was always ready to use a guillotine.

"This dog emperor, dare to arrange this kind of errand for my grandfather, and he has done it for such a long time!"

The more he knew, the worse Feng Bingwen's face became. From what he heard, his old man might have made countless enemies now.

Just such a reckless killing method, I don't know how many people hate him so much. Of course, the officials who were targeted by him probably couldn't sleep all night, and couldn't sleep well.

(End of this chapter)