I Have a Mythical Tree

　　 The news of the assassination of the country lord was blocked by several important officials. Except for a few people, such as Fang Lu and Jing Ye, the lord of the Pharmacist Mansion, no one knew about it.

　　 Fortunately, Ji Xia also woke up safely, more energetic than when he had not been assassinated, and the important officials were relieved.

　　 Tai Cang people are also a little worried recently. They know that this year’s grain harvest is extremely poor and they are ready to go hungry. However, after receiving grain several times, they found that they received more grain than they did when the grain harvest in previous years.

　　 This is of course a rare good thing in the short term, but the people of Tai Cang are not poultry without thinking. They naturally understand the truth that they eat more now and eat less when the day is dead.

　　 Even, it is very likely that there will be a complete food shortage.

　　 So many people spontaneously mobilized the elders of the clan to go to Taicheng Mansion to advise the king's court to allocate less food when there is no snow and darkness. This is so that Tai Cang can survive the cold day's silence.

　　 Ji Xia looked at the memorial written by Palace Lord Taicheng and couldn't laugh or cry, and immediately became heavy again.

　　 There are people who are worried about the distribution of more food?

　　 is enough to see how hard the Tai Cang people have been in the past years.

　　"It is still allocated according to the population register of Tai Cang Mansion, with two meals per person per day. The standard is one level higher than before. The quotas for adults, children, and seniors are all allocated strictly.

　　 By the way, all of Tai Cang's rationing houses will post the list, and send someone to read the list to inform the people that Wang Ting has solved a little food supply problem from other channels, so that they can receive food without worry. "

　　 Ji Xia made a detailed comment on the memorial, and after the comment, he ordered someone to copy the bottom and file it, and issued the Taicheng Mansion and Cangcheng Mansion for their implementation.

　　 Jingye stood by and watched Ji Xia meticulously deal with government affairs, and he was very impressed.

　　 "The country lord is not only good-hearted, but he is also very good at handling government affairs. It is really a blessing for Tai Cang to have such a country leader." Jing Ye thought to himself.

　　 He went back to Nanqing Street the day before and brought to his sister at home several sets of costumes, some meats, and a pack of tea that Jing Yuqian had ordered before going out.

　　 Jingyu heard that he was no longer serving as the commander in the Cangshou army, but as the imperial front in front of the lord of the country, almost overflowing with surprise on his face.

　　 When she heard that the lord was assassinated, she trembled with anger, and repeatedly asked if the lord was sick.

　　 This made Jing Ye a little puzzled, and after being continuously questioned about the Lord for two hours, he returned to the royal court again with confusion.

　　 "By the way, did Jing Yu say if you like the clothes you brought home just now?" Ji Xia asked while reviewing the memorial.

　　 "When I returned to the country, the sister-in-law liked it very much, and she couldn't bear to wear it. After watching it for a long time, she carefully folded it and put it away."

　　 Jixia couldn't help smiling when he heard Jingyu's child's disposition.

　　 "My sister-in-law asked me to say hello to the lord of the country, and let me tell the lord of the country that I must be more vigilant about everything in the future."

　　 Ji Xia nodded and said: "Jing Yu is less than eighteen years old, but he cares a lot."

　　 Jingye smiled and said: "Now the lord of the country is the hero in Jingye's heart. That day, Zhou Qing Guoshi assassinated him, and the sight of your unchanging face was deep in Jingyu's memory.

"After hiding in the army, it's just because of the number of people bullying people. Your sister doesn't understand and was deceived by me." Ji Xia's eyes bloomed with a strange color: "If it is now, I can personally fight Qing. died."

　　 Jingye thought he had heard it wrong, and asked in confusion: "What?"

　　 Jixia laughed: "It's nothing, by the way, is there any news coming from the dog dog."

　　 "There is no news from the border. The difference between the description of the Dove Dog and ours is too big, and our people cannot sneak into it."

　　 "It's probably the Dove Dog intentionally blocking it." Ji Xia thoughtfully: "I killed their princess before, and now they should be doing funerals."

　　 Jingye was also a little gloating: "I heard that the Dove Dogs are dead. The corpse will be eaten by the Dove nobles. The princess's corpse should be better than the meat of other ordinary Dove dogs."

　　 Jixia waved his hand in disgust: "Don't mention this weird vulgarity, I'm not in the mood for lunch anymore."

　　 Jingye smiled and saluted, and continued to guard aside.

　　 After lunch, Ji Xia returned to the bedroom to rest, while Jing Ye stood guard outside the palace.

　　 Ji Xia sat on the bed in the palace, and kept recalling the three methods of killing and cutting in the secret axis of Xing Luo.

　　 One hundred stacks of waves has been practiced by him, and when his thoughts move, naturally there will be Lingyuan waves layered over one layer, and one layer stronger than one layer.

　　 The most important thing is that although he is in the realm of the Ninth Heaven, he can already reach the peak of the waves.

　　 The other two are the Qingjun sword style that Ji Qianqing is very familiar with. Even Ji Qianqing's scarlet sword is named after Qingjun.

　　 Another practice, called Tiancang Yin, is a palm skill. There are very few records in the Xingluo Secret Axis. There are only cultivation methods, no detailed explanations, and no analysis and interpretation of the main points of the practice.

　　 This gave Ji Xia a lot of interest. After studying carefully, he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

　　 "The difficulty of this Tiancang Seal cultivation is incredible. It not only requires extremely high talent ~ www.ltnovel.com~ to operate, but also requires an extremely terrifying number of spiritual elements."

　　 "No wonder there are no meticulous records. I am afraid that among all the monks who practice the secret axis of the stars, there are very few people who have cultivated the seal of the sky, or even none."

Ji Xia thought about it for a while, and secretly said: "Maybe I can try to practice this marvelous skill, my spirit element in the snowy mountain is almost condensed into substance, and other monks have made a mark of heaven, and the whole body spirit element is almost exhausted. , And I have no such concerns at all."

　　 "It's just that this technique is extremely obscure, and there are many techniques that I can't understand. I don't know if I can practice it."

He hesitated, and then smiled again: "My cultivation path is too smooth, let me look forward and backwards. I have now overcome the biggest restriction of the cultivation of the Heavenly Seal. If I can't overcome the remaining obstacles, how can I continue? Higher peak climbing?"

When he thought of this, his thoughts were clear, and his heart was relaxed. The Secret Axis of the Stars and Roots revolved, and the Great Sun Spiritual Furnace also moved. Numerous spirits gathered from all directions and were refined by the Great Sun Spiritual Furnace. , Suppression.

　　 Ji Xia's number of spirit elements at this time almost saturated his snowy mountains. If there is no more exotic special technique, or breakthrough magical powers to build spirit wheels, he will never make progress.

　　 "The Great Sun Town Spirit Furnace is really powerful, and the speed of refining spirit essence is unimaginable."

　　 Jixia said to herself, the secret axis of the stars in his mind quietly turned over, and the secrets of Tiancang Yin's exercises were reflected in his mind. He read each word carefully, trying to figure it out, lest he miss the slightest detail.

　　 For a long time, his spirit essence poured out from the snowy mountains, condensed on the palm of his hand, and the embryonic form of the sky imprint was quietly born.

　　 "Take the first step." Ji Xia thought, looking at the thick Lingyuan in her palm.