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The An Prince's Mansion was still brightly lit in the middle of the night, and soldiers were patrolling back and forth between the courtyards.

Li Ye held the seal of the young official of Chang'an Prefecture, closing his eyes to sense it.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, put down his official seal, and sighed in his heart: "The luck of the fourth-rank official position cannot even be promoted to the fifth level of Qi training. From now on, the luck required to break through the realm in the future is really increasing."

He got up and went to the window, looked over with his hands, and saw the night view of the royal palace, thinking: "The luck of the fourth-rank official position is only to improve my cultivation level of the fourth level of Qi training to the later stage. To further improve the realm, it also requires extra luck."

Just as he was thinking about these things, Song Jiao suddenly came over and told her about the Qingyi yamen.

Qingyi Yamen is an intelligence agency established by Song Jiao.

"Today I collected two cultivators from the fourth level of Qi training, which is the highest in this group, but their salary is also the highest." Song Jiao stood beside Li Ye and said, "Although there is still a lot of money you allocated to me before, according to the current momentum, I am afraid it won't take long."

Li Ye nodded and said, "The shops in the royal palace in Chang'an City and the land outside the city are almost time to collect money. I will allocate money to you later... How many people are there in the Qingyi Yamen now?"

Song Jiao replied: "Thirty-six."

Li Ye wondered: "That's all?"

Song Jiao gave Li Ye a blank look: "It's better to have nothing than to be abusive. The people I want must first cultivate their qi, and secondly, they must test their nature. I will never want those who are crowing and robbing, and those who are just scattered."

Li Ye nodded. Since they are all qi-training monks, it is not surprising that the price is high. With Song Jiao's eyes, of course, they will select capable personnel. This can show some clues from the fact that they can find the place where Lu Yan hides the charm in the golden house.

Thinking of this, Li Ye couldn't help but look at Song Jiao. It would be fine if he didn't look at it. When he saw it seriously, he couldn't help but feel moved.

Under the influence of the dragon energy, Li Ye saw that there was a mysterious aura floating above Song Jiao's head, and there was a faint tendency to gather towards him - that was Song Jiao's fate.

The eight hundred soldiers of the royal palace have low cultivation and represent their fate. Most of the airflows are white, while the airflow above Song Jiao's head is actually in the color of Xuan red, which is high. I don't know how many levels it is.

Not only that, around the Xuanchi airflow, there are many small airflows, forming the "sea of ​​clouds" formed by convergence, forming the momentum of stars arching the moon against the Xuanchi airflow.

Li Ye's eyes sterned. With his understanding of luck, it was not difficult to imagine that those small airflows should be the luck of other monks in the Qingyi Yamen she commanded, and now they gathered towards her.

However, Song Jiao did not have dragon energy in her body, and she could not truly absorb these luck and transform them into the power of cultivation. Moreover, those luck did not really integrate into her original luck, but were just surrounded by it. This shows that although the monks in the Qingyi Yamen obeyed her orders, they did not fully loyal to her.

Thinking of this, Li Ye's heart suddenly lit up.

Most of the soldiers in the royal palace have low cultivation levels, average talent, average luck, and destined to achieve ordinary success, so their luck is not great, but if the cultivators in the Qingyi Yamen have much higher cultivation, they must have much higher luck. If they can make them loyal to themselves, they will surely be able to further improve their cultivation.

However, it is too difficult for the monks and desperados to really be loyal to them.

After realizing this, Li Ye was not discouraged, but instead focused his attention on Song Jiao's fate. The mysterious aura tended to gather towards him, but did not gather completely. This shows that Song Jiao was loyal to him, but the degree was not enough.

"Song Jiao was originally a father's person. This time she came back to Chang'an to avenge her father, but after getting along, it would not be surprising if she said she had some loyalty to me." Li Ye thought of this.

Since Li Ye met Song Jiao, he first killed Li Guanshu, then assassinated Kang Chengxun, and now he "submitted" Lu Yan. I believe that Song Jiao is not without admiration for Li Ye's character and talent. Moreover, Li Ye is now appointed as the fourth rank, and Wang Duo and others are also gangsters, so his power cannot be underestimated.

Isn’t this why Song Jiao was loyal to Li Xian back then?

"She was able to be loyal to her father back then, but now she is naturally also likely to be loyal to me. It depends on whether there is such an opportunity." Li Ye thought so.

Li Ye was quite jealous of Song Jiao's fate. After all, it was the Xuan Chi energy. Even Lu Yan's fate would not be better than her. You must know that in terms of the status of the dynasty official, Lu Yan was the second person in the dynasty under Wei Baoheng.

"Her cultivation is probably higher than I expected. She may have hidden her strength whether she was dealing with Li Guanshu or Kang Chengxun. In addition, she is a disciple of Bailu Cave, and her character is good, and it makes sense to have Xuan Chi aura... but this is still terrifying enough." Li Ye thought silently, and he instinctively felt that if Song Jiao could truly be loyal to him, his cultivation would be able to improve his level to a great level!

"What are you always staring at me?" As soon as Song Jiao asked this, she felt dizzy and was a little unsteady. She held her forehead and took several steps back, her face turned a little pale.

Li Ye quickly withdrew his gaze and reached out to help Song Jiao: "Are you okay?"

"You... have you put a drug in this room? What are you...doing to me?" Song Jiao was dizzy and barely stood firm. She immediately looked at Li Ye with vigilance. Her cautious look seemed to have regarded Li Ye as a hooligan.

Li Ye was ashamed of his own, but he was not easy to explain. Seeing Song Jiao escape from his "clip", he could only smile: "You are thinking too much."

Fortunately, Song Jiao quickly recovered from Qingming. Otherwise, she might have taken action. She glanced at Li Ye strangely, instinctively feeling that she could not stay here: "I'm fine, I'm leaving..."

When she went out, she muttered: "Why did this little pervert feel dizzy when I see me? Could it be that he has practiced charming skills like ecstasy? But no man can practice that thing!"

Li Ye looked at Song Jiao walking away, opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Constrained his mind, Li Ye continued to think about the issue of cultivation. Song Jiao's situation gave him a lot of inspiration. He gradually realized: "Everyone has his own destiny, everyone has different luck. Those with good intelligence and cultivation have greater luck and are more effective in improving my cultivation... It seems that it is time to gather a group of real talents, which can not only improve my cultivation, but also greatly benefit the achievements I seek in the future."

At present, Li Ye and Lu Yan are trying to defeat Wei Baoheng. This is a big move. No one knows whether there will be danger in the future or whether there will be fierce battles. Before that, it will be extremely useful to improve even a little cultivation level.

In addition, the world is about to be in chaos. Li Ye’s plan is to go out to seize opportunities to compete for the world and seek real dragon achievements. Of course, it is not possible to lack real talents to assist. As the saying goes, counselors are like rain and good generals are like clouds. In the future, talents from all walks of life are also needed to govern the vassal states.

Fortunately, Li Ye was reborn and had heard of those talents who shined under the command of various princes after the Huang Chao chaos.

Li Ye thought: "There are quite a few talents near Chang'an at present, but most of them are in good condition. I rashly ask others to surrender to me. Even if I am the prince, it is unlikely, but there are a few situations that are not good, but I can try one or two..."

Thinking of this, Li Ye ordered someone to call Song Jiao.

......

Queqi Bridge is located in Xuanpingfang, Dongcheng. It is a lively place for people to come and go. Even at dusk, there is still a lot of traffic. On the street at the west end of Queqi Bridge, there is a calligraphy and painting stall, and a young scholar is sitting behind the calligraphy and painting stall reading a book.

It was said to be a calligraphy and painting stall, but it was just a layer of gray cloth four feet long and three feet wide on the ground, with a few calligraphy and paintings on it. The scholar squatting on the ground had already washed the corners of his clothes and was clean and neatly cleaned. The scholar with a pale face and thin skin reads books seriously and does not greet the pedestrians.

Of course, don’t expect many transactions to happen in such calligraphy and painting stalls. Although those calligraphy and paintings look good, they are not from everyone’s hands. Really rich customers will not take a look at them.

Seeing the sunset about to set, the ordinary scholar raised his head and looked at the still neat calligraphy and painting stalls. He sighed with a sad face. At this time, his stomach screamed twice inappropriately, which made the sadness in his eyes even stronger.

Rolling up the gray cloth, the scholar clamped them under his armpits, left Queqi Bridge, and bought two buns for only two cents in a bun shop not far away. It was said to be buns, but the buns of this era were not stuffed, but the young scholar obviously didn't care about these things. At least it was hot. He bent down and bowed his head and took a big bite. The prince in the crowd bulged his cheeks, which was quite satisfied.

"I told you to steal something, I will beat you to death, a bastard who has a mother but has no mother. If you don't study well at a young age, why don't you die!"

As soon as the scholar took a bite of the bun, he saw a middle-aged man chasing a child not far away. The man was dressed in luxurious clothes and ragged, about six or seven years old. His half of his arms were as thin as a fire, like a little beggar. Although he hugged his head and tried hard to dodge, he fell to the ground and was punched and kicked by the middle-aged man.

The scholar's expression changed, and he didn't care about eating buns. He rushed up and grabbed the middle-aged man, and persuaded him in a nice voice: "She is just a child, she can't stand it if you put such heavy hands!"

The middle-aged man remained angry and looked at the scholar up and down, and snorted with disdain: "Where did the poor scholar come from? Do you dare to care about the uncle's business? Get out!"

The young scholar helped the child up, blocked her behind him, and said to the middle-aged man: "You have a rich and frugal food, but she can't eat enough. Even if she steals some food in your house, just let it go, just curse a few words. How can a gentleman hurt people at any time?"

"I'll go! You poor scholar from other places, don't pretend to be a good person with me. In my opinion, you are not a good thing. Is this little beggar stealing things? Is it your commander? The bastard from a small place so lowly!" The middle-aged man heard that the scholar's accent was not from Chang'an, and immediately felt superior. He straightened his back and seemed even more arrogant. As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat the scholar together.

No matter how good the prince had a temper, he was angry. He took out the document to prove his identity and said angrily: "I am a tribute scholar in the imperial dynasty. Do you dare to touch me?!"

There are two types of candidates for imperial tribute examinations: one is a student, but a village tribute. As long as you have one of these two identities, you are a regular scholar, who cannot be offended by ordinary people, otherwise you will be investigated by the government.

The middle-aged man was stunned and stretched his neck to see. Seeing that the documents in the scholar's hand were not fake, he lost the intention to continue clamoring. However, he still shook his sleeves and snorted coldly: "What kind of tribute scholar in the countryside, I think you can't pass the Jinshi exam!"

Having said that, the middle-aged man left.

The scholar was resentful, but there was no other way. He sighed in his heart, turned around and squatted down, and looked at the six or seven-year-old girl in front of him. She still had steamed cakes left in her hand. At this time, she saw the middle-aged man leaving and stuffing it into her mouth, but the crush was too little, not enough to eat in one bite.

The girl was dirty all over and her face was covered with stains, but her big eyes were particularly bright, like gems. Although she was beaten and her arms were blue and purple, she did not shed tears and seemed extremely stubborn. However, because of her stubbornness, she seemed to stuff steamed cakes into her mouth, which was extremely pitiful.

The scholar sighed and thought to himself, what kind of world is this. He handed the bun in his hand to the girl and said softly: "Come on, I'll give it to you."

The girl looked at Shizi for a few times and hesitated for a moment. After all, she could not bear the temptation of the fragrance. She took the bun and stuffed her mouth desperately. From time to time, she stuffed her mouth full. She quickly finished eating one. Because she choked too quickly, Shizi felt even more distressed. While advising her to slow down, she stroked her back and handed the other bun he had bitten to the girl.

Among the endless crowd, the scholar squatting quietly in front of the girl seemed to have forgotten his sorrow at this moment.

Looking at the bun in front of her, the girl shook her head vigorously. There was still a bun in her mouth that she had not swallowed, and her pronunciation was blurry: "I'm full."

"Where can you eat a bun?" Shizi smiled purely, and the sunset shone on his shoulders and melted in his smile. The girl looked at her motionlessly, hesitated for a while, slowly took the bun, pulled it away from it, and handed the big half to the scholar: "Together."

Shizi was stunned and looked at the girl's serious and pure eyes. At this moment, he felt like there were thousands of ants crawling in his heart, very sad. It took him a long time to take the half of the bun.

"How could you be here alone? Where are your family?"

"I'm alone."

The scholar was silent. He looked up at the direction of the setting sun. Among the noisy crowds, Chang'an City, where pearls and petals are listed in the city, the houses are full of silk, and the beggars cannot be eliminated. The young beggars, he murmured: "Rectify your heart, cultivate yourself, manage your family, govern the country, and pacify the world. We scholars, read the books of sages, receive the teachings of our ancestors, cultivate ourselves and cultivate our nature, but how can we pacify such a world?"

The scholar was so upset.

"Would you like to go with me?" asked the scholar. As soon as he said this, he laughed at himself when he thought of his situation, "I am just a loser and can't eat enough. If you follow me, you won't have a good life... But if I eat in one bite, you won't be missing."

The girl looked at Shizi with wide eyes and blinked, as if she felt that the scholar in front of her was a little strange and unusual. She suddenly spoke and asked a question that made Shizi stunned: "Can you teach me to read?"

Literacy.

The scholar was stunned for a long time.

This beggar-like girl actually asked such a question at this time.

Could it be that she should be more concerned about whether she can eat enough in the future?

"Yes. As long as you are willing, you can teach you the words I know and the books I have read." The scholar nodded firmly. At this moment, he seemed to see a foot of dawn shining into his chest.

"Then I'll follow you!"

A scholar in a clothed shirt with yellow face and muscles pulled a girl in ragged clothes and was walking forward along the crowd on the street under the setting sun.

From time to time, they came to a remote inn.

The inn is small, very ruinous, and the business is not good.

This is where scholars live.

The Tang Dynasty tribute examination once a year. The scholar had lost the grade for three consecutive years, but he did not leave. He wanted to pass the Jinshi. His hometown was far from Chang'an City, and the traffic and traffic were a huge amount of money. He could not afford to travel, so he, like many scholars, found a cheap place to live and prepare for the exam.

"Mr. Li, it's time to pay your food." The scholar walked into the inn and was stopped by the shopkeeper.

The scholar who pulled the girl said strangely: "I just saved a lifetime of money a month ago, and didn't I agree to you to pay for the food by using workplace?"

The shopkeeper said coldly: "You don't know how to do work, and you don't look at it. How long have you broken many plates? Are these money-free? You don't have enough money to lose money, so where can you pay for your house and food?"

The scholar gritted his teeth and said, "How much do I have to pay?"

"About this, you still owe two stale money."
To be continued...