Emperor Qing looked at Yuan Fen, waved his hand and said, "Go down!"

"Yes!" Yuan Fen stood up and respectfully exited the hall.

"Xiaosi, what do you think about this matter?"

Eunuch Hong bent slightly and stood in the corner, saying respectfully: "Your Majesty, Luo Chong deserves to die!"

Emperor Qing turned to look at Eunuch Hong, narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you also agree that Sanqing Temple killed Luo Chong?"

Eunuch Hong bent even lower and said respectfully: "Luo Chong is your Majesty's dog. Your Majesty can kill the dog at will if it disobeys you, but outsiders have no right to beat your Majesty's dog."

"Haha~" Emperor Qing laughed twice and said, "What if someone hits my dog?"

Eunuch Hong said humbly: "Then he deserves to die."

"What do you think of the strength of the master of Sanqing Temple?"

"It should be at the fifth level, lower than Mr. Twelve." Mr. Hong replied respectfully.

"Haha~Level 5!"

Emperor Qing walked to the couch and sat down. He lay down on it and picked up the memorial. He read it and said casually: "Xiao Si, I decree that the position of Lord of Anqing City should be abolished and Chang Yang should take over."

Eunuch Hong said respectfully: "Yes!"

"Also, I heard that Danqing has a strange flame."

Eunuch Hong said respectfully: "The Qinghai flame is a strange flame born on the bottom of the sea. Once it is ignited, water cannot put it out."

"Hmm~" Emperor Qing hummed and seemed to be saying to himself: "The spies have come to report that the Qinghai Fireworks seem to have been stolen. If you go and investigate, you must not let the Qinghai Fireworks cause disaster in the Qing Kingdom."

Eunuch Hong's eyes moved and he said respectfully: "I understand, I will go and investigate now."

Emperor Qing waved his hand and said: "Go! Go!"

"Yes~" Eunuch Hong respectfully exited the hall.

After Eunuch Hong left, Emperor Qing put down the memorial in his hand, tapped his fingers on the table, and murmured with deep eyes: "Sanqingguan~ Sanqingguan~ This is the second time you challenge my authority, what do you want to do?

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There was a stern look in his eyes, and there was absolutely no room for instability in the Qing Kingdom.

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On the other side, at the top of the Qingguo Cathedral Tower, the breeze is sitting under the sunflowers, cultivating the light energy, and the light visible to the naked eye pours into the body.

After a long time, Hu~ Qingfeng opened his mouth and spit out a burst of light, stood up with his hands on the ground, and muttered: "After the third level, it will be difficult to make progress in a short period of time."

He said proudly: "If you reach the third level at my age, I can be considered a peerless genius! In fact, it's not that much behind Mingyue~ She is only one level more than me."

Walking to the door, he stretched out his hand and pushed the heavy door creaking open. Infinite light immediately spurted out. In the light, Qingfeng walked out of the door like a son of God, then closed the door, and the light was cut off again. Mobile version::

Qingfeng left the palace and walked down. When he reached a corridor, he suddenly stopped. He saw several men in black walking in front of him. Each of them had a solemn energy fluctuation. The leader was the Adjudication Division.

The clock is broken.

Zhong Duanren walked closer and said with a smile: "Nephew Bai Feng, how does it feel to return to the temple?"

Qingfeng said with an expressionless face: "I'm sorry to hear you, Sir, I'm thinking of you, that's great!"

Zhong Duanren stopped in front of Qingfeng and said with a smile on his face: "As long as it's very good, it's a pity that Brother Bai didn't come back with us. It would be happy for everyone if he came back too."

Qingfeng sneered and said: "My master is back, the minister may not be happy, right? I'm afraid he will be unable to sleep at night."

Zhong Duanren laughed and said: "My nephew is really good at joking." The topic changed and he said: "I heard that you, nephew, are also going to participate in the year-end competition?"

"yes!"

Zhong Duanren turned to look at the young people behind him and said, "Be careful during the competition. Nephew Bai Feng has tender skin and tender flesh. Don't hurt him, otherwise it won't look good."

Several young men in black robes suppressed their laughter and said: "Yes!" They looked at Qingfeng with a hint of jealousy in their eyes. Can you do whatever you want because you are beautiful? Why can you win the favor of Miss Mingyue?

Qingfeng sneered and said: "Thank you for your concern, Sir. I don't know who is strong and who is weak during the competition!"

Zhong Duanren laughed and said: "During the competition, little nephew, please don't force yourself! The sword has no eyes, it will be bad if you get injured and die."

Qingfeng retorted: "Secretary, you should take care of yourself! When you are older, you will have fewer concubines, live longer, and wait for my master to come back, or wait for me to send you to see my master."

Zhong Duanren nodded and said with a smile: "What my nephew is talking about is, what was the name of the concubine I took last time?"

A young man in black next to him smiled and said, "It's the fifth lady."

Zhong Duanren said with a smile: "Yes! Xiaowu is so beautiful! Didn't I kill him just as I said, so my nephew doesn't have to worry about me being addicted to women."

Qingfeng's face was livid, and without saying a word, he passed by Zhong Duanren and others and walked down.

Zhong Duanren squinted his eyes as he watched Qingfeng leave, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, looking a little gloomy.

A handsome young man said respectfully: "Master, he seems to have a lot of opinions on us!"

Zhong Duanren sneered and said, "He's just a little brat. You should know what to do during the competition?"

The young man hesitated and said: "But there is the bright moon."

"Don't worry about her. She can't interfere with the Holy Temple Competition. Even if you want to take revenge afterwards, it won't be that easy. Our Adjudication Department is directly responsible for the Holy Mountain Adjudication Department, and Ming Weishang can't interfere."

All the young men in black said respectfully: "Yes!" The group continued to walk up.

Qingfeng returned to the house, sat solemnly on the bed, lowered his head and meditated.

After a while, Mingyue walked in from outside and said doubtfully: "Qingfeng, what's wrong with you?"

Qingfeng raised his head and asked seriously: "How long until the year-end competition?"

Mingyue thought for a while and said: "There are still five days!"

Sitting next to Qingfeng, he smiled and consoled her, saying, "You don't have to put too much pressure on me. My father said that all competitions in the Holy Temple are from his own family. Even if you can't win, just admit defeat. He won't make things difficult for you."

Qingfeng shook his head and said seriously: "I don't want to admit defeat this time. I just met someone from the Judgment Department."

Mingyue said in surprise: "Are you facing them?"

Qingfeng nodded and said seriously: "I will avenge Master this time."

Mingyue said worriedly: "But there are at least two people in the Judgment Department who are stronger than you."

Qingfeng raised his head and asked in confusion: "Which two? I know there is a Judgment Fist."

Mingyue nodded and said: "Yes, Han Long, the Fist of Judgment, has a mid-level third-level cultivation. He has struck all over the Qing Kingdom with a pair of iron fists, and countless heretics have changed their colors after hearing about it.

There is another person whose reputation is not obvious, but is called the Sword of Judgment within the Judgment Department. The Sword of Judgment Liu Kongxian has a late third-level cultivation level. He has a quick sword that no one can defeat at the third level in the Qing Dynasty. He can kill anyone who wants to kill him.
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