Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! When Dansheng was brought back to the county government, Qiu Ming was still copying the secrets recorded in the heavenly book. It was not until almost noon that he finally finished copying.

At first, he tried to learn while copying, but later he focused on copying, afraid that the power bank would not be resistant to use. However, Xiaoqian learned two types of spells, one was to fly clouds and the other was to stand up and shadow. There were also several spells, and Xiaoqian also said she could learn them.

Xiaoqian was sure to learn less than ten of the 108 kinds of secret techniques of heaven. This also hit Xiaoqian. Her qualifications were really poor.

Qiu Ming comforted Xiaoqian and said, "Xiaoqian, you are just temporarily inadequate to learn those spells. After your cultivation level improves, you can learn some more difficult spells."

Cultivation is the foundation. Before Sun Wuzi learned the Seventy-Two Changes, he learned to practice Qi for seven years, and then learned to learn the Seventy-Two Changes in three years.

"Brother Qiu, how much have you learned?"

Qiu Ming spread his hands: "No one."

Seeing Xiaoqian's surprised look, Qiu Ming smiled and explained, "I didn't have time to learn. But I dare not say that I have too many, and it's still okay to have more than twenty."

Of course, it is not easy to learn these twenty or so. The vixen seem to learn very quickly, but they only learned a few spells, and there were no time to learn more, or they could not learn quickly.

There are several magics here that Qiu Ming must learn as soon as possible. One is to know the future in reverse, which can sense his future to a certain extent. If you just get started, you can sense good or bad luck. The other is astrology, which is a magic spell that uses the starry sky to calculate.

Qiu Ming always felt that the way of divination is very powerful. If he could master this, he would definitely gain a lot of benefits in the future and avoid bad luck.

As for other spells, Qiu Ming was not so anxious. He could get started quickly, so of course he had to learn it. If he couldn't, it would be fine to put it aside for the time being.

Although spells are good, they also need to have enough strength to truly exert their power. The same spells, in the hands of different people, are naturally incomparable.

For example, when they are all flying in the clouds, Qiu Ming's speed is definitely not as fast as Erlang Shen.

Looking at the sky, Qiu Ming realized that before he knew it, so long had passed, and he didn't know where the three vixen had gone. Don't be killed by Dansheng.

Qiu Ming recovered a little, then stepped on the auspicious cloud and flew to the county town.

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In the backyard of the county government, there are only Dansheng, the magistrate and the old man. The magistrate is unwilling to let others know about such secret matters.

"You said this is a treasure pot, and you can have whatever you want?" The magistrate looked disbelief. Is there such a treasure? Then should he offer it to the emperor in exchange for his promotion?

Forget it, of course, this kind of treasure is really kept by myself. Anyway, I have endless money to spend, so it’s good to be a rich man.

No, the rich man must not feel comfortable as a high-ranking official. He is an official, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, and scholars are ahead of farmers!

When the magistrate was hesitating, the old man spoke: "I want some gold ingots, do you have it here?"

The magistrate thought about it and no matter whether this treasure pot is for the emperor or keep it yourself in the future, he must try it first, so don’t be fooled by this kid!

After Dansheng came to the county government office, he learned that the vixen and the others had left and went to the prefect. He didn't know where the prefect was, but the prefect must have known it.

Seeing the greedy magistrate and the old man, he decided to give them some punishment, and by the way, he could also let the magistrate send him to the prefect's office and catch all the three vixen.

The treasure pot suddenly flashed with golden light, and the golden light emanated from the treasure pot, as if it was gold!

The old man wanted to get closer and take a look, but the treasure pot was too high, so he could only jump up, pluck the edge of the treasure pot and put his head in to look.

The old man suddenly felt that someone had pushed him, but he fell into the treasure pot. The magistrate was shocked and immediately shouted loudly: "Come here, rescue the old man!"

He didn't dare to pull it alone, for fear that he would fall in. As for Dansheng, he couldn't believe it. What if this kid let go and the old man was falling?

Two yamen runners guarding the door ran in and saw the old man holding the crutch out, so they pulled it out together for the old man.

"Dad, are you okay?" the magistrate asked with concern.

The old man hadn't said anything yet, and another shout came from the treasure pot: "Come and take me out."

The magistrate was stunned. Why did the sound look like his father? He turned his head and saw another hand stretching out from the treasure pot, holding a crutch, exactly the same as his father used.

The two yamen runners stretched out their hands and pulled out the people inside, but they were all stunned. Why is it the old man again? Didn’t the old man pull it out just now? Isn’t it sitting there?

Before they could come back to their senses, a sound was heard in the treasure pot.

The two yamen runners thought about it, could this be the old man's twin brother? Although they had never heard of it, it seemed that this was the only possibility.

When another old man was pulled out of the treasure pot, the yamen runners were not calm. It was impossible for the old man to be a triplet, right?

After a while, seven old men stood on the ground, and the two yamen runners looked dull. They lived so big that they had never heard of the rapts!

The magistrate was also dumbfounded. Everyone looked like his father, and his voice was exactly the same, but which one was the real one?

"I am your dad."

"You are fake, I am real."

"Son, don't you know your father anymore?"

Seven old men pulled the magistrate, and even his official uniform was torn to pieces, and the magistrate was so big!

"Boy, this is what you did, right? Get these dads away quickly!" The magistrate shouted at Dansheng.

Dansheng said with a smile: "Simple, this will make them disappear."

As he said that, Dansheng snapped his fingers, and the old men who were pulling the magistrate flew into the treasure pot one by one and disappeared.

The magistrate breathed a sigh of relief and immediately felt something was wrong. He didn't want seven dads, but he wanted his own dad, so why didn't there be any of them?

He lay down next to the treasure pot and looked at it. It was empty inside. Where is his father?

"Boy, you give me my dad back!"

"Hey? Didn't you just say that you turned all these people away? How can you turn your mind back on your word now?" Dan Sheng said with a smile.

"Of course I don't want those fake dads, but I want real dads. Come back my dad. Come on, grab him and let him turn my dad back!" The magistrate jumped in anger.

The two yamen runners immediately locked Dansheng with chains, and Dansheng was not afraid: "I really can't change back."

"No, you have to change back, I want my dad~~"
Chapter completed!