"Who is this?"

Zheng Sanfa's eyes fell on Qin Yuan.

"Xiaguan is recorded by the Zuo History Academy. As a rule, the words and deeds of the governor when he first entered the capital are recorded in the history books. When the leader of the Song Dynasty came to the capital, it was also recorded by Xiaguan."

Qin Yuan cupped his hands and said.

The second half of the sentence was added specially by him.

Lest the other party ignore him.

Zheng Sanfa heard that Zuo Shiyuan only looked at Qin Yuan briefly, and when he heard the three words "Song Hui", he seemed to be a different person.

He solemnly said: "When I finish the things at hand, I will definitely find the records to discuss it in detail."

"good"

Qin Yuan nodded.

There is nothing to do next.

Qin Yuan took the initiative to lean back a little.

Zheng Sanfa spent some time chatting with some dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and was about to enter the city.

There was lightning and thunder without any warning at the end of the world, which was shocking in an instant.

Everyone looked over.

"There seems to be someone inside"

The distance was too far, and Qin Yuan couldn't see clearly.

"Could it be that someone is going through the catastrophe?"

someone exclaimed.

Overcome the catastrophe!

This was the first time Qin Yuan saw someone going through the catastrophe.

"I thought that once I embarked on the path of cultivation, as long as my cultivation kept growing, I could live as long as I wanted. Hey, there is still a catastrophe standing in front of me."

A gentleman said gloatingly.

Many people agreed.

This kind of mentality is just like the common people who like to watch old men being beheaded.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

The catastrophe suddenly stopped.

It was as if what happened before was just an illusion.

“This is too short”

"No need to guess, he must be dead."

…

Qin Yuan's expression suddenly froze, why didn't he survive the disaster?

Ordinarily, with more than 170 years of magical power, he should be overdue.

Soon, Qin Yuan reacted.

His cultivation has nothing to do with this world.

Heaven has no control over him at all.

"It turns out that this is the power of automatic mana growth."

Qin Yuan sighed in his heart.

Then, he had another doubt.

Why couldn’t everyone practice cultivation for so long before?

Qin Yuan read through the history books, and there was never any mention of large-scale cultivation in the history books.

In this world, have there been great catastrophes against monks before?

If so, what kind of catastrophe is it?

Is it like measuring calamity in the wild?

Or just stop everyone from practicing?

Or should I take away the monk’s lifespan all at once?

If it is the first one, Qin Yuan should be more careful.

If it's the latter two.

Qin Yuan would laugh even in his dreams.

"Going to town"

Zheng Sanfa's voice interrupted Qin Yuan's thoughts.

The crowd immediately followed Zheng Sanfa into the city.

About half an hour later, a group of people arrived at the governor's office, er, now the governor's office.

The door plaque has long since been replaced.

Qin Yuan took the time to ask Yang Huchan: "You and the Governor are sworn brothers, why didn't you tell us before?"

Yang Huchan showed a wry smile: "The governor's sworn brothers, if not a thousand, there are eight hundred."

The governor's brother is cheaper than toilet paper... Qin Yuan is very speechless.

At this moment, Zheng Sanfa's voice came faintly from the front: "Brother Xiang, you and I feel like old friends at first sight, so why don't we become brothers."

Qin Yuan: "..."

"Let's go in too"

Yang Huchan said helplessly.

Qin Yuan suppressed the amusement in his heart and followed in.

Turning his head inadvertently, he found that Yang Huchan had a few more white hairs.

Looking down, he found that Yang Huchan's back was already slightly hunched.

Noticing Qin Yuan looking at him, Yang Huchan smiled and said: "When you get older, you will be like me. People will inevitably grow old."

Qin Yuan said nothing.

After walking for a long time, we came to the Baohe Hall, which is dedicated to holding banquets.

It is already filled with delicacies.

But no one ate it.

Everyone is here to make friends with Zheng Sanfa, not to eat.

Qin Yuan found a corner to sit down and eat.

puff!

what.

Tried another bite of other dishes.

puff!

It's so bland.

Qin Yuan glanced at the dignitaries who didn't even look at the food. He might have misunderstood them.

suddenly.

Someone stood up and complained to Zheng San: "Grand Governor, God damn Sun Laodian dug up the tombs of the Queen Mother and the two late emperors. I ask the Grand Governor to punish him."

Zheng Sanfa was surprised: "There is such a thing."

He asked himself that he was not a good person, but he had never done anything like digging up the graves of his ancestors.

The conversation between the two seemed to ignite a powder keg.

A group of people stood up and demanded severe punishment for Sun Laodian.

According to them, stripping Sun Laodian to death would be a light punishment.

"Don't worry, everyone, I will deal with these despicable people severely."

Zheng Sanfa said righteously.

By the time the party was over, it was already dark.

Qin Yuan was led by the guards outside the dilapidated Funing Palace.
To be continued...