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"You didn't know that your family had changed before. I don't blame you, but Brother Liu Xian, have you ever thought about how you can pay back so many benefits? How much is the county magistrate's salary a year?"

Wang Tianwen said meaningfully, according to this trend, if Liu Xian was an official, nine out of ten he would be a corrupt official.

He received so many benefits before he became an official. When he became an official, the wealthy businessmen who had benefited their family came to ask for help, should Liu Xian help or not?

Before that, every time he mentioned wealthy businessmen and dignitaries, Liu Xian always had a look of disdain, saying that when he became an official, he would definitely be an honest official. Because of this, Liu Xian and Sun Jiawen couldn't talk.

Now! Liu Xian couldn't say such words, and he felt guilty.

Liu Xian frowned. Wang Tianwen was telling the truth. The fields, manor, furniture, silk and silk occupied by their family added up to more than 10,000 taels. Even if he came out as an official immediately, it would take decades to pay off.

He now completely understands the meaning of the sentence Zhumen's wine and meat smelly road has frozen bones. Their family is well-fed and well-dressed, while their neighbors still eat bran and swallow vegetables and live in a shabby thatched hut.

"Brother Tianwen, you have a lot of ideas. Give me an idea."

Wang Tianwen shook his head and said, "I can't help you with this matter. After all, it's a matter of money. I can't help you get a lot of money."

Before he came to the Central Plains, Wang Tianwen brought thousands of taels of silver with him. He didn't use much. He had fasted and didn't need to eat. He was wearing a robe, which was warm in winter and cool in summer.

Liu Xian's parents, brothers and sisters all want to live a good life. This is not wrong, but the way is wrong. Wang Tianwen is not a Bodhisattva. Where can I get them a lot of money? Robbing the rich to help the poor? He wouldn't do such a thing.

After all, it is greed.

Liu Xian sighed deeply and frowned.

Why doesn't he understand this truth? Now he needs tens of thousands of taels to solve his family's problems. The question is, where can he get tens of thousands of taels?

"By the way, my third uncle has been busy recently. You stay at my house for a few days. I will take you to the county town to find my third uncle in a few days, and let him explain the operation of the business to you."

"No problem, I don't have anything important anyway."

Wang Tianwen smiled and agreed. During the three-month vacation, he planned to take a good trip to Qufu County.

The seven days passed quickly, and Liu Xian accompanied Wang Tianwen on a tour of the mountains and waters, reciting poems against each other.

This morning, they were drinking tea and chatting on the top of the mountain, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, and they each wrote a poem.

"Brother Tianwen, the scenery here is pretty good! Let's make two more poems, I'll come first..."

Before Liu Xian's words were finished, Wang Tianwen looked into the distance, and saw a huge cloud flying from a high altitude in the distance, with a very fast speed.

"Brother Tianwen, I'll talk about it later, someone is coming."

Before long, the cloud fell in front of them.

Above the cloud group stood seven men and two women, three foundation-building cultivators, and six qi-cultivating cultivators.

"Hey, Brother Jiawen, why are you?"

Wang Tianwen let out a sigh and his eyes fell on Sun Jiawen.

"What? Astronomy, do you know each other?"

A red-robed old man in his early fifties wondered that he had the fourth floor of foundation building.

"Master, this brother Tianwen, he is the student's classmate."

Wang Tianwen clasped his fists with both hands, and said politely, "I have met all fellow Daoists under Wang Tianwen."

"Old man Zhao Feng, is Daoyou Wang interested in exterminating the demons with us?"

"Demon? What kind of monster?"

Sun Jiawen explained it briefly. It turned out that a group of evil cultivators gathered at the junction of Pingjiang County and Dongyang County, where the mountains and forests were dense and difficult to detect. They robbed and killed passers-by and practiced magic arts. Zhao Feng was ordered to exterminate this group. Evil repair.

"Brother Tianwen, it is my cultivator's responsibility to slay demons and remove demons and protect the common people. Would you like to join us?" Sun Jiawen said excitedly.

It was his first time to go out to practice, so he was inevitably a little excited.

"No, I'm just a student. I believe Daoyou Zhao can handle it."

In the Dayan Dynasty, there were immortal cultivators working in the county government office, specializing in dealing with such matters. Wang Tianwen had no official position, so he would take the initiative to deal with it.

After all, the family instilled in him the concept of not helping outsiders easily, and not being a bad person.

If the family asked him to go, Wang Tianwen would have nothing to say.

Of course, the government itself can solve it. There are immortal cultivators in the county, county, and prefecture. Wang Tianwen believes that even if he does not go, Zhao Feng and others can also eradicate evil cultivators.

"It's just to deal with a few evil cultivators. This old man can solve it. Since Daoyou Wang is unwilling to go, then forget it. Everyone has their own aspirations. Let's go! Let's go early and return early."

As soon as Zhao Feng's tactic was pinched, the white cloud suddenly increased its speed and flew away in the distance, with a very fast speed.

Before long, they disappeared into the sky.

Liu Xian frowned slightly, but he hesitated.

Regarding the matter of the immortal cultivator, he is not easy to talk about, he is just a grass-roots person now.

"Brother Tianwen, they will be fine!"

Liu Xianlue hesitated, and said with some worry.

"I believe they can handle it well and nothing will happen. If there is a real shortage of manpower, they can ask for help from above."

Liu Xian nodded, knowing that there were evil cultivators in trouble, and they didn't have the heart to sing poems and write poems. After sitting on the mountain for a while, they went down the mountain.

Night fell, and darkness enveloped the earth.

Liujia Village was quiet, Wang Tianwen sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, meditating and adjusting his breath.

A large white glow shrouded his body, and traces of white mist poured into his nose and mouth.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came to his ears~www.readwn.com~ Wang Tianwen frowned slightly, and the white rays of light on his body quickly dissipated. He opened his eyes with gloomy eyes.

He let go of his consciousness, found the breath of several immortals, and quickly ran towards his position, very fast.

Wang Tianwen suddenly thought of Zhao Feng and the others. He secretly cried out in his heart and rushed out of the residence.

Zhao Feng and Sun Jiawen drove a cyan flying shuttle to flee for their lives, and they looked flustered.

To be honest, the evil cultivator has three foundation-building cultivators, but the zombies are a little troublesome. Everything was fine, but the two qi-refining worshippers from the county government suddenly turned against the water and attacked from behind. One of the foundation-building cultivators died tragically on the spot. Feng Feng saw that the situation was not good, and took Sun Jiawen to escape.

Behind them, there was a black cloud that was several meters in size, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling.

Zhao Feng's face was full of black energy. He was infected with corpse poison, and the mana in his body was rapidly fading.

"Quack quack!"

A strange ghost roar sounded, and three huge skulls flew towards them, spewing out countless black filaments from their mouths, turning into a huge black net, covering Zhao Feng and his disciples.

Zhao Feng's tactic was pinched, and the light of the cyan flying shuttle rose sharply, and the speed more than doubled. He took out two red talismans, turned them into two thick red fire pythons, and rushed towards the black net.

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