The morning light is dewy and the north wind is light.

The sunshine on the walls of the capital already has a hint of early spring.

On the long official road, more and more people are gradually coming, traveling south and north, with their own purposes, arriving at the feet of the emperor. There are scholars who have been living in poverty for ten years, merchants selling goods, and people seeking medical advice...

Among all kinds of people, no one paid attention to the carriage that was driving away. Inside it was the former leader of Xuantian Pavilion. This time, he put down everything he had and stayed in the capital.

"Is he just gone?"

"Prince Zhennan is the first offender. He is lucky to end up like this."

On top of the high wall, two figures stood boldly, watching Li Mo's journey.

One was wearing a large cloak and a mink fur hat, his face could not be seen clearly, and the other was clearly Xia Chanming, a master from Guixu [Demon Market].

"One day, he will come back."

Xia Chanming looked at the direction in which Li Mo was leaving and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know when she started to be manipulated by this person, and the arrogance of the Nine Treasure Lingchan lineage was almost gone.

Now, this evil star is finally gone.

"Oh? Are you so sure?"

The man in the big cloak whispered.

"That's not really true, it's just an intuition." Xia Chanming's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a different look appeared on her beautiful face.

"After all, this is a master who doesn't suffer any losses."

In her eyes, Li Mo's departure from Beijing was somewhat helpless. The most important thing was that two of his friends were convicted of serious crimes and were no longer free. It was said that his boss, who was like an elder brother, also lost his life.

After suffering such a big loss, if he didn't get it back, he wouldn't be the Li Mo she knew.

"It seems that you are looking forward to his return." The man in the big cloak whispered.

"Hu...what are you talking about?" Xia Chanming argued subconsciously: "I hope he never comes back in this life."

At this point, Xia Chanming narrowed her beautiful eyes and said meaningfully: "If he really comes back again, I'm afraid this capital will never be peaceful again."

"It's not impossible to realize your expectations." The man in the cloak said calmly.

"Why?" Xia Chanming asked.

"You probably forgot where he was going."

"Liangzhou, Qingchan City..."

Summer cicadas chirped thoughtfully, and a flash of understanding emerged in their beautiful eyes.

"That's the far north of Liangzhou, the most remote place..." The man in a big cloak whispered softly.

How many rows of names are there in Qingqiu, and how many barren hills are there in Beimang.

"Beimang Huangqiu... That is the territory that relies on [Beisha Xuanzhang]... His journey ahead will be dangerous."

"The eight great fairies in the world!?" Xia Chanming murmured softly.

Beisha Xuanzhang lived secludedly in Mang Mountain, where there were hundreds of thousands of tombs, and he said that strangers should not come near him.

"That being said, it's really dangerous."

When Li Mo took part in the Xuantian Pavilion assessment, Jiang Chen from Martial Arts Mountain was regarded as the best descendant of the five major sects in the past thirty years. He had received guidance from [Beisha Xuanzhang], but in the end he was still defeated.

...No...he died in Li Mo's hands.

"But that's fine...the worse his situation is, the better it is for us..." The man in the big cloak turned around and said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Xia Chanming frowned.

"You can try to absorb him."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think he will be absorbed?" Xia Chanming shook her head.

She knew very well what Li Mo was like. Even if he was demoted now, his situation was not desperate. How could he be absorbed?

"You have to do this even if you don't do it." The man in the big cloak's voice became deeper.

"What the hell...how did Black Sword know that three hundred years later, he actually has a descendant..."

"Damn it...it's not because of him...who would be willing to absorb that evil star, you idiot."

The man in the big cloak cursed and gradually walked towards the city wall, leaving Xia Cicada alone. Looking at the carriage that gradually disappeared from sight, a complicated expression appeared on his beautiful face.

…

The road ahead is long, with high mountains and long rivers.

Since leaving the capital, this period of time can be said to be the most leisurely time in Li Mo's life. He felt very uncomfortable with these few goods around him and looking at the scenery along the road.

Chen Wangdu took care of all the trivial matters, and when I was hungry, there was soup cooked by Uncle Ma.

Uncle Ma was worthy of being Uncle Ma, and he did not disappoint Li Mo. He brought his old soup that had been passed down orally for decades. The utensils used to hold the soup were all coated with pulp, and they looked like valuable old objects.

"Uncle Ma, is this a small cauldron? Why don't you use a jar to hold it?" Li Mo looked at Uncle Ma's soup container and couldn't help but ask.

"I heard about that earthen pot shop on Jingcheng South Street..."

"You are no longer in the capital..."

Uncle Ma said casually and put away his small cauldron containing the old soup.

"It's good in the temple. The soup made with it smells like incense...doesn't it taste better?" Uncle Ma grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"you……"

Li Mo's eyes widened, he silently thought about his sins and sins, and drank the soup in the bowl with big mouthfuls.

"Old Chen, why does this official position given to me in the museum feel so weird? What is its rank?"

After walking for several days, Li Mo finally took out his appointment letter.

It sounds like there's something wrong with it no matter how you listen to it.

"Sir...this low-ranking official has no rank." Chen Wangdu said with some embarrassment.

"The Xuantian Pavilion has branches in every city in every state. Generally, those who commit crimes are exiled from the capital, and only those who have made meritorious deeds will be awarded such an official position."

Chen Wangdu explained: "Strictly speaking, Caobiao Langguan has no rank, so he does not have any welfare benefits. However, in terms of power, it should be equivalent to the deputy city palace and inferior to the city palace."

"Chengguan!?"

"That is, the director of Xuantian Pavilion's city-level branch." Chen Wangdu explained.

"Cao Biao Lang Guan... why is it called this name?" Li Mo asked.

"This..." Chen Wangdu smiled awkwardly: "Your Excellency also knows that you are a guilty person after all, and it is not easy to save your life..."

"Anyone who is awarded this official position... is regarded as a traitor."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Huh!? What do you mean?" Li Mo's face darkened.

"That's why Caobiao Langguan is also called Wandering Soul Officer, which means wandering souls. If they are not protected, they will be held responsible one day, and their lives will not be saved..."

Chen Wangdu said awkwardly: "So this kind of officials are regarded as dissolute wandering souls."

"Although they have been relegated to the outside world, they need to be assessed every year. Those who pass the assessment, depending on the situation, may have their crimes pardoned or even return to Beijing."

"But if you fail the test, you will be punished with an additional penalty. Most of them are..."

"Insert the bid and sell first!?" Li Mo blurted out subconsciously.

"My lord is wise."

"..."

"Why didn't anyone tell me there was still an assessment?"

Li Mo never dreamed that when he was on Luofu Mountain, nine academies competed with each other, and each demon hunter carried indicators on his body, but he did not have to worry about the assessment.

Who would have thought that now that he was demoted, he would still need to be assessed!?

"Maybe it's because the passing rate is so low that it doesn't make much difference whether you tell the adults or not?"

"How low?"

"Last year, there were a total of 763 officials who were relegated to various prefectures, prefectures and cities... Let me see how many of them passed the examination."

Chen Wangdu is worthy of being the old man of Xuantian Pavilion. He is experienced and impeccable in his work. He even carries documents like this with him.

He searched for a while and finally found the answer.

"Two people."

"..."

"That's okay... When the time comes and I really can't do it, ask Lao Feng to tell me everything..."

Li Mo's words stopped abruptly.

"Let's hit the road."

Li Mo waved his hand and said nothing. Everyone looked at each other, fell silent, and followed him one after another.
To be continued...