I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Chapter 107 An Encounter with Zhang Xiang

"Senior Brother Cheng?"

"Shall we go?" Xiaohe looked at the new senior brother in front of her with some doubt.

Hearing Xiaohe's call, Cheng Laiyun snapped out of his reverie. He scratched his head and said, "Sorry, I'm new to the sect and was momentarily overwhelmed by the scenery."

"Let's go."

"You'll get used to it, Senior Brother Cheng." Xiao He smiled understandingly and winked at Cheng Laiyun, saying, "When I first joined the sect, I was even worse off than you, Senior Brother."

As he reached the door, Cheng Laiyun glanced in Xu Miaozhen's direction again.

Aside from seeing the screen, there was nothing else to see.

He had no choice but to turn back and follow behind Xiaohe.

Along the way, we also visited many ornately decorated courtyards.

Xiaohe also introduced him to the general situation of Dongxu Peak.

Besides Xu Jiayin, he also has five senior female classmates.

However, none of these senior sisters are currently in the sect.

I'll have to wait for another opportunity to visit.

Dongxu Peak is very large.

There are also many empty courtyards.

Cheng Laiyun quickly found a quiet secluded courtyard to stay in.

The courtyard is small, but it is quiet and secluded.

Opening the window reveals the bamboo forest behind the mountain, rustling in the wind—a rather pleasant sight.

I spent a day at my master's school.

Cheng Laiyun did not forget his true purpose for coming to Beijing.

After getting ready, he headed towards the capital.

Beijing.

Twenty li is nothing more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn for Cheng Laiyun these days.

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When he stood before that majestic city gate, he couldn't help but stop and look up.

The city gates soared into the clouds.

The green bricks and black tiles, despite weathering the wind and rain, remain as sturdy as ever.

The city walls are covered with knife marks and arrow holes, marks left by time and testaments to the city's enduring strength for a thousand years.

The city gate tower is over ten feet high, with flying eaves and brackets, and is magnificent.

Above the archway, three large gilded characters gleamed in the sunlight—

Yongding Gate.

The city gates were wide open, and carriages and pedestrians flowed in an endless stream.

There were peddlers carrying loads on their shoulders, nobles riding tall horses, commoners dressed in coarse clothes, and warriors with swords hanging from their waists.

The shouts of vendors selling candied hawthorns, the crack of whips driving horse-drawn carriages, and the laughter of children blended together to create a bustling, lively atmosphere.

Beijing.

The heart of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

Standing beneath the city gate, Cheng Laiyun gazed at the bustling scene of people coming and going, and a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him.

He thought back on the journey he had taken.

From death row inmates in Yong'an County prison to heroes on the Qujiang River in Qingzhou.

And now, he is the inspector who has been ordered to enter the capital.

In just a few months, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

He remembered the damp, dark cell and the bowl of cold rice laced with a drug that made him mute.

He recalled the two corpses in the Wu family courtyard, the image of Wu Qiufeng hanging from the roof beam, and the farewell letter kept close to his body.

He recalled the dark cloud that blotted out the sky above the Qujiang River—

Then he raised his head and looked at the majestic city before him.

"Tsk!"

Cheng Laiyun's face suddenly turned solemn.

He looked around, but there was no one there.

So he cleared his throat and stood with his hands behind his back.

He slowly recited: "The roc rises with the wind in a single day."

He paused, then raised his voice a few decibels: "Soaring straight up ninety thousand miles!"

Feels great!!

Afterwards, Cheng Laiyun felt completely refreshed and clear-headed.

people.

He always likes to go crazy when no one is around.

For example—in an elevator when someone is alone.

Or — when taking a shower in the toilet.

With his hands behind his back, Cheng Laiyun strode toward the city gate.

Just as I turned the corner, two people walked towards me.

Well----

The leader was dressed in a moon-white scholar's robe, made of ordinary material, which had been washed until it was slightly faded.

There was also a thin, barely visible patch on the cuff.

He just kept walking, at a leisurely pace.

When Cheng Laiyun's gaze fell on him, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

The moment this man stood there, you couldn't help but look at him.

The man had a pair of extremely dark and deep eyes.

It was as black as an ancient well.

It hides so many things.

Behind him followed a burly man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and dark skin, carrying a thick-backed broadsword at his waist.

The man strode along, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, like a hunting dog ready to pounce at any moment.

Cheng Laiyun walked past the two men as if nothing had happened, his face expressionless.

As they passed each other, the burly man glanced at him.

Cheng Laiyun pretended not to know anything and entered the city with his hands behind his back.

"Zhang Xiang," the burly man said in a deep voice, glancing back at Cheng Laiyun's retreating figure. "What was that kid reciting just now? I didn't quite understand."

Zhang Linzheng kept walking, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It's just youthful exuberance." His voice was soft, with a hint of amusement. "Never mind it."

Tang Lu scratched his head, still not quite understanding, but since Prime Minister Zhang said not to worry about it, then he wouldn't worry about it.

The two continued walking and disappeared into the crowd.

Cheng Laiyun stood in front of the yamen and looked up at the plaque.

The three large characters, written with immense force, exude a chilling aura.

【Supervision Department】

He took a deep breath and stepped inside.

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The document for the appointment was handed over, and a minor official took it, examined it, and then became more respectful.

"Lord Cheng, please follow me."

Oh~~

Looking at the minor official in front of him, Cheng Laiyun couldn't help but smile.

Past lives and present lives.

This was the first time he had ever held an official position, spanning both his lifetimes.

It's pretty good.

The clerk led him inside, explaining things as they went.

The office of the Regent's Office was much larger than Cheng Laiyun had imagined.

Passing through the ceremonial gate, there is a long corridor with neat side rooms on both sides, and officials in black robes pass by hurriedly from time to time.

At the end of the passageway stands a two-story building with upturned eaves and a magnificent presence.

"First, collect your clothes and equipment." The clerk's face remained respectful. "According to the rules of our Regent's Office, those on duty must wear official robes and carry a token at their waist."

"Weapons can be brought by the individual or the company's standard weapons."

Cheng Laiyun nodded; he didn't need weapons.

He was wearing a dark official robe, made of thick material with fine workmanship, and embroidered with silver cloud patterns on the chest.

A bronze token with the words "Supervisor of the State" engraved on the front and his name and official title on the back.

The junior official patiently explained the organizational structure of the Regent's Office to him.

"Our Regent's Office is headed by Minister Zhang—Lord Zhang Linzheng, you should know that."

Cheng Laiyun nodded.

Zhang Linzheng.

He had heard of that name.

Born into humble circumstances, he was able to rise to the position of prime minister of a nation through his own talent.

Extremely strong.

The clerk continued, "Under Prime Minister Zhang, there are four inspectors, all of whom are fourth-rank military officers."

He held up four fingers: "Liu Yundu, Inspector Liu; Geng Yan, Inspector Geng; Tang Lu, Inspector Tang; Xun Meng, Inspector Xun."

"Each inspector commands three to four provincial inspectors," the clerk continued. "Under each provincial inspector are six to ten supervisory commissioners."

Upon hearing this—

Cheng Laiyun's upturned lips froze.

So, the position of Inspector is at the bottom of the Imperial Household Department?