Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 358: Weighing the merits, the government and the public are shocked

The general's expression showed a hint of trance.

When he saw the merit stone that was as big as a small hill, he stammered twice and remained speechless.

As a Xiantian realm martial artist, this was already his second time presiding over a pacification meeting.

The results of the last pacification meeting were not so outrageous.

Not to mention the result of his last pacification meeting, he had never encountered such a situation even if he went back a dozen times.

Zheng Yuanqiao realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly gathered his thoughts and asked curiously, "Master Lan, what is going on?"

Lan Gongliang said casually: "It's nothing serious. The rebels in Danzhou played a big trick. They got a big killing array from somewhere. Everyone was wiped out in the array. Only he survived."

"This……"

"Why, this doesn't count?"

Zheng Yuanqiao clasped his fists and said, "That's not the case."

Lan Gongliang saw that he was a little dissatisfied and his face was tangled. He said, "I forgot to tell you. He was also in the formation at that time. He broke free from the formation with his own ability. He was nineteen years old and a martial artist in the Lingxu realm!"

hum!
Zheng Yuanqiao was shocked, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Shen Qing was suddenly different.

Tens of thousands of martial artists died, and he was the only one who escaped, and he was a 19-year-old martial artist in the Lingxu realm!

Every label thrown at him shocked him.

The young man in front of me is very unusual.

Shen Qing, who was standing by, could tell that Lan Gongliang was saying these words intentionally in order to elevate his image and endorse him.

He was speechless.

I'm afraid Lan Gongliang has placed a heavy bet on him.

"Now we can measure our merits, right?!"

Zheng Yuanqiao said eagerly, "Sure, sure. I'll weigh it right away."

After saying this, he took out an antique small scale from his arms, placed it in front of him, and began to mutter to himself.

The small scale is simple and mysterious, with intricate carvings on it, as if it contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

Zheng Yuanqiao closed his eyes lightly, focused his mind, and as the words in his mouth suddenly stopped, he uttered a low and majestic command, and the small scale was instantly sacrificed and refined.

In an instant, brilliant light shone everywhere, illuminating the entire tent brilliantly.

In front of him, the merit stones piled up like a towering hill suddenly made a rattling sound, as if they were driven by some force and responded to the call.

The dense evil spirit wrapped around the surface was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, surging wildly, and finally gathered on the round plate at one end of the small scale, turning into a blood brick as red as blood.

At this point, the temperature in the tent seemed to suddenly drop by more than ten degrees, and the tent was filled with a heart-pounding breath fluctuation.

Zheng Yuanqiao's face turned red from practicing his martial arts with all his strength, and sweat fell like drizzle, soaking his clothes.

He gritted his teeth, gripped the scale bar tightly with both hands, and kept moving the heavy black weight at one end of the small scale. Every tiny movement seemed to be in a fierce battle with an invisible force.

"drink!"

There was another deafening roar, and Zheng Yuanqiao's muscles were tensed to the extreme. Finally, when the weight slowly stopped, the whole space seemed to be quiet.

"Thirty-five thousand kilograms of evil spirit!" He panted heavily, his voice full of fatigue that could not be concealed, and announced on the spot: "The Peaceful Rebellion Association ranks first! No, it is the first in history!"

Hearing this number, Lan Gongliang was not surprised at all. He nodded and said, "Then Lord Zheng, please report the truth to the court. When the time comes, I will prepare a new memorial to report to Ji Zikong about the changes in this meeting to quell the rebellion."

"Okay. I'll report it right away." Zheng Yuanqiao said seriously. He put away the evil spirit and the small scale and left in a hurry.

Lan Gongliang looked at Shen Qing and said, "Wait in the camp for a day or two. Soon there will be news from the court, and we will make arrangements."

"I will follow your orders in everything." Shen Qing said respectfully, cupping his fists. ...

Kyoto.

Inside the Shanhaisi mansion, the atmosphere was heavy and dignified.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence.

A police officer in tight clothes flew across the corridor like a swallow and ran straight to the hall, shouting: "Report!"

Si Jihe, the chief envoy of the Sanhaisi in Kyoto, was sitting at the desk, holding a teacup in his hand, with an aura of majesty revealed between his brows.

Hearing the voice, he raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Why are you so flustered?"

The officer paused, then knelt on one knee, presented a secret letter with both hands, and said with a hint of excitement that could not be concealed: "General Officer, the result of the meeting to quell the rebellion has come out!"

"I remember that the pacification meeting was held not long ago. How could the results come out so quickly?"

Ji He took the secret letter, unfolded it with both hands, and scanned the words between the lines.

At first, there was a hint of indifference on his face, as if everything was developing as expected.

However, when his eyes fixed on a certain place, his pupils suddenly shrank and he stood up suddenly.

He showed an expression of disbelief, muttering to himself: "35,000 kilograms of evil spirit? This... is impossible!"

Ji He suddenly raised his head, stared at the officer with a sharp gaze, and said with a trembling voice: "Have you... confirmed that it is correct?"

The officer was also shocked when he saw this, and nodded quickly with a firm look on his face: "Reporting to the Chief Officer, the news is absolutely true, it came directly from the front line, and after comparison, there is absolutely no falsehood."

Ji He couldn't help but take a breath when he heard this, and the secret letter in his hand trembled slightly.

Since ancient times, the highest merit of the pacification society was only two hundred kilograms of evil spirit.

The contribution of these 35,000 kilograms of evil energy is simply unbelievable.

Ji He was a little confused.

Suddenly, he found the name above seemed familiar.

"This is... Shen Qing, the Chief of Yongzhou?"

Suddenly, the image of the Yongzhou chief police officer appeared in his mind.

Ji He quickly came to his senses, held the secret letter tightly in his hand, and rushed out of the palace with big strides.

Along the way, the officers and guards who were usually as calm as mountains couldn't help but look at him sideways when they saw his appearance, secretly wondering what had happened.

Ji He ran all the way to the gate of the imperial palace without stopping for a moment. He strode into the palace and went straight to the imperial study.

When he reached the door of the imperial study, he took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then stepped into the room.

Ji He discovered that Ji Zikong was sitting upright on the dragon throne, and in front of him, Feng Daxun, the director of the Imperial Observatory, stood aside with his hands behind his back, which surprised him a little.

However, he did not think about these details.

Ji He knelt on his knees, held up the secret letter, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, the result of the meeting to quell the rebellion has been announced. The leader has made a great contribution of 35,000 kilograms of evil spirit!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zikong's eyes shot straight at Ji He, and he asked in a deep voice, "Is this true?"

The majesty of the king who had been in a high position for a long time was revealed, which doubled the pressure on Ji He.

Ji He nodded repeatedly and said firmly, "It is absolutely true. I have confirmed it again and again. I would never dare to lie in the slightest."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zikong couldn't help but look at the supervisor Feng Daxun, and they both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

He stood up and said anxiously, "Show it up!"

(End of this chapter)