Please control me, my divine being!

Li Qinghe was stunned for a moment when she heard what the little girl said.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Do you know what causes these sores?"

The little girl shook her head, gritting her teeth: "Although I don't know, it must be related to these weasels!"

Li Qinghe's mind was filled with conflicting ideas.

She contracted the evil sores because she drank the magic water, but so far almost all the infected people she has seen are adults, and very few children have contracted the evil sores.

It seems as if it was specially selected.

Jiang Chuling had drunk the magic water, as had the children who had been abducted by matchmakers, but none of them were harmed.

No, there must be something wrong here!

She took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing her doubts, and looked at the group of children.

The city gates of Lianshan County have been closed, and the city walls are surrounded by weasels.

Getting in and out is virtually impossible.

"Sister, can you take them out? We can all join the Fa Cult!" the little girl asked hopefully.

Li Qinghe looked at her and took a deep breath: "No, they have to stay here for now! They can't even get in or out of Lianshan City right now. We'll send them out after some time."

Upon hearing this, hope shone in everyone's eyes.

But she wasn't sure she could leave Lianshan City safely, and she was also away from the Huang family's territory. Where could these children go?

The Fajiao sect was somewhat better than the Huang family, but not by much.

"Let's go back to the inn. Staying here too long will only make you more likely to be discovered, and your mother is worried about your safety." Li Qinghe patted the little girl's shoulder and looked around the rest of the city.

She still has many places to go today.

...

You walk slowly through the streets. The attack by the Fa Cult is not only causing trouble for Huang Xiandi's horse, but also destroying the already suffering Lianshan City.

Collapsed houses and buildings reduced to ashes were everywhere. Some wept, some were numb, and some could no longer speak, becoming cold corpses.

After making inquiries from various sources, you arrived at the Zhang family's residence.

Compared to the courtyard in Huangshui Town, this residence in the county seat is larger and more imposing.

What exactly is the nature of the cooperation between the Zhang family and Huang Xiandi in Huangshui Town?

While paying attention to the game text, Zhou Qing also flipped through the newspaper that Green Plum had sent him.

The warm pavilion was quiet and secluded, with the wind chimes tinkling softly.

Skipping over all those various gossip stories, a familiar name suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Curtain Roller:

The fairy maiden of Lushan settled Yuyang, and the divine soldiers of the temple god stopped the five immortals.

Now, after the battle of Yuyang and the retreat of the Hui family, Chen Qiaogu became the leader of Yuyang and oversaw all trades and industries in the city.

The imperial court is in dire need of capable people.

A legal document helped her officially assume this identity.

From then on, the Jianghu of Yuyang officially came under the jurisdiction of Lushan, and the two paths became increasingly close.

Faced with two pressures at the same time, the Five Immortals Sect was already showing signs of retreat. The temple's heavenly soldiers were about to arrive, and wherever they went, flames raged.

After a period of turmoil, the future of the North became uncertain.

With dozens of divine positions vacant, who can ascend to the top in one step, obtain the divine tablet, enter the temple as the deity, and receive incense offerings?

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter—The Curtain Roller.

Zhou Qing then opened the newly issued imperial gazette and found the news from the north, which contained only a short sentence:

"Due to the severe flooding, we should repair the riverbanks and open the granaries to distribute grain as disaster relief."

The two comparisons clearly point to the same thing.

One perspective is from the imperial court's point of view, while the other is from the perspective of cultivators in the martial arts world.

"Green Plum, was today's tabloid delivered by the government office?"

Zhou Qing shouted.

Green Plum hurriedly walked in with small steps. "Reporting to the young master, it was sent by the government this morning. They arrested a large number of peddlers selling tabloids today."

"I see. Then go and prepare the carriage. I need to go to the government office and prison."

Zhou Qing did not hesitate.

To find the writers of these tabloids, one should naturally start with the vendors who sell them.

……

Green Plum is extremely efficient.

As Zhou Qing gave the order, the gates of the Prince's Mansion opened, and a vermilion carriage slowly drove out, with five white horses moving in unison.

Golden dragons soar and ride the clouds on the car body.

Two squads of armored guards stood on either side, their expressions stern.

Zheng Chi, standing to the side, gave instructions to Song Lin, the head of the Prince's Mansion.

Like Zheng Chi, Song Lin grew up in the Prince's mansion from a young age. When the original owner of this body was banished to Jiang'an by the Prince, he also came along to take charge of security.

However, the servants and guards of the Prince's mansion usually live in the front yard, and Zhou Qing rarely sees them unless he actively seeks them out.

Guards and stewards were only one aspect of the Prince's Palace's security.

Next to the Prince Ning's Mansion, there was also a Prince's Mansion Guard Command, which had thousands of banner soldiers under its command. They were responsible for the security of the mansion and its outer walls, which is the main reason why there were not many pedestrians outside the mansion.

Nobody dared to wander around this area.

Otherwise, if you're arrested as a criminal, you'll be severely punished, if not killed.

When Zhou Qing first traveled through time, he thought the security measures were exaggerated.

Now that he knows about those strange cultivators in the martial arts world, Zhou Qing feels that he doesn't have enough manpower and wishes that his cheap old man, whom he has never met, would send him several thousand more people.

"Young Master, Jiang'an Prison is extremely damp and dangerous; you cannot stay there long. Also, many of the prisoners inside are desperate criminals. I will have Song Lin accompany you to ensure their safety."

Zheng Chi's old face showed helplessness.

He could understand that the young master had been restless lately.

But for some reason, instead of going to brothels and theaters to find those courtesans, he became interested in reading tabloids.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back."

Zhou Qing glanced at Song Lin, who was sitting in the coachman's seat and looked like an iron tower, then got into the carriage, rested his head on Green Plum's soft, long legs, and opened the book.

The person who rolls up the curtain is naturally important.

If the other party can understand the affairs of the cultivation world in the far north, then they must have a unique source of intelligence.

This is also what he currently lacks the most.

Zhou Qing had asked Zheng Chi several times before whether he was a cultivator or whether he had any supernatural or mysterious affairs.

But the old steward always said the same thing: "The young master is of noble birth and of the highest rank; even ghosts and gods dare not approach him."

Continuing to ask will not yield any results.

So it would be better to find this curtain-roller and recruit him directly, making up for my lack of transparency in the cultivation world and using my real-world identity to reduce the difficulty of the game.

Of course, Zhou Qing's constant reading these days is also to keep an eye on his little followers.

It's a critical moment.

In order to prevent the other party from doing something foolish, or from encountering a powerful enemy.

The carriage moved slowly along, and Zhou Qing lay in the carriage, half asleep. After a long while, the carriage finally stopped in front of the government office gate.

Go down.

The prefectural magistrate of Jiang'an Prefecture greeted him with a smile: "Your Highness, Lord Zhao has been away from the prefectural office recently in preparation for the Dragon King Festival. I apologize on his behalf."

Dozens of people stood in a dark mass in front of the government office; they were all officials from the government.

Zhou Qing waved his hand: "We're just here to find a few vendors in the government office. Why bother the prefect? ​​What are so many people doing here? Disperse, disperse. Go do what you need to do."