When the saint gradually walked away, a young young man turned from behind the lobby.

"Father, this girl just now..."

"You are not allowed to make an idea about this woman!"

Before the young master finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sikefa's wave of his hand, "That's the saint of the White Lotus Sect. If you really cause anything, you will definitely face the assassination of the crazy believers of the White Lotus Sect all day long! Can you stand it?"

“…”

The young master's mind instantly appeared in his mind, and he was constantly assassinating under various circumstances, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

I wanted to give up, but when I thought of that beautiful face, I felt a deep reluctance in my heart.

Even though my mind is changing, I still can't stop.

But on his face, he smiled awkwardly at Sikefa and said, "Since the rose has thorns, we must naturally avoid it!"

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to slip away.

Sikefa looked at his son's swaying eyes and glanced at the direction of the saint of the White Lotus Sect, and felt that his head was "buzzing" and hurt.

What was that kid's idea? How could he not know?

"stop!"

Sikefa immediately spoke and drank his youngest son.

Then he said helplessly: "Mansan, you are already eighteen this year, why are you still not making progress? You only know how to touch beautiful women everywhere and be addicted to the love between men and women. Why can't you learn to be as mature and steadfast as your elder brother?"

Man San, who was stopped, replied with a smile: "Brother's meticulousness, how can I learn it? Isn't my father trying to force others?!"

Facing the old father's reprimand, Man Sa didn't care at all.

After all, who said he is the youngest and most loved child in the family now?

On a big chair.

Sikefa couldn't help but sigh, and he had no choice but to his son.

Suddenly, Sikefa remembered something, and his heart moved, and said, "By the way, have you been clamoring to go to Shenjing to see the prosperity of the Central Plains? This time I will ask you to have a good look! The tribute to Shenjing this year will be escorted to Shenjing to send it to Shenjing. How about it?"

As he said that, Sikefa noticed the young master, who was dressed in a scholarly manner, and couldn't help but hold his eyebrows up and shouted, "Go and change the clothes back later! My son, who is the master of Sikefa, is wearing all day long, and it's not a good deal!"

When Man San heard Sikefa asks him to escort his belongings to Shenjing to pay tribute this year, he was overjoyed.

He has longed for going to Shenjing or something!

The center of the Great Zhou Dynasty, prosperous times, paradise on earth, etc.

These words are hard to describe the image of Shen Jing in Mansan’s heart.

Under the temptation of going to Shenjing, the saint of the White Lotus Sect whom he could not forget just now also faded five minutes in an instant.

As for his father's scolding of his clothes, Man San looked even more indifferent. Instead, he said: "Mother and grandma also think that I look so good at wearing it, so I don't want to change back to the long-sleeved shirt without collars. It's ugly too!"

After saying that, Man San ran to the back hall in a flash, and slipped out of the back door to the mansion.

Si Kefa who was left behind by his son, and only felt a burst of anger suddenly burst out from his heart, and then rushed straight to the sky spirit...

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At this time, the city of Hanzhong was quite chaotic.

Overnight, the army under Jia Jing's command directly divided into several teams, sweeping away the White Lotus Sect's stronghold inside and outside the city.

Those so-called White Lotus Sect believers who are protected by white lotus are so vulnerable in front of the elite soldiers who are strong and brave, with sharp swords and arrows. They are covered in blood.

Soldiers are very fast.

Many of the White Lotus Cult personnel who had never arrived and evacuated were directly blocked in various strongholds. As well as the believers who worked hard to preach outside, they were killed by the soldiers who came to visit them one by one.

Under Jia Jing's general order, he called the entire Hanzhong Prefecture City, and for a moment, corpses were everywhere.

This can also be regarded as a deterrence from Jia Jing to many civilians in Guanzhong.

Want to believe in the White Lotus Sect?

Let’s first look at the corpses on the mass grave in front of you!

In this regard, the people inside and outside the city couldn't help but tremble.

On mass graves.

The body wrapped in white towels was piled up on the low mass grave, like a hill. I don’t know how many people were asked to completely extinguish the idea of ​​getting involved with the White Lotus Sect.

Then, under the irrigation of tincture, the fire on the mass grave burned for a long time, and the pungent burnt smell filled the amount within the radius.

At this point, the White Lotus Sect in Hanzhong has been basically eliminated.

Even if there are some left, they are just small fish and shrimp that have missed the net.

But among them, there is one who has a strong fortune!

The man first escaped the disaster in Zhangjiazhuang, and then because the gate of Hanzhong Prefecture was closed early, he had to spend a night at the gate.

But after this awakening, he asked him to escape the search and killing in the city...

It's really lucky!

Afterwards, after Jia Jing clarified the White Lotus Sect believers in Hanzhong Prefecture and relaxed the control of the city gate and Luka, this lucky man took the opportunity to sweep the gold and silver hidden by the murdered sects and headed straight for the base camp of the White Lotus Sect in the south - Huguang.

This lucky man is named Feng San!

As for Feng San's subsequent troubles in the White Lotus Sect, he will not express his feelings later.

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Hanzhong Prefecture, with Jia Jing's continuous cleaning.

The White Lotus Sect, which instigated the people, was killed all of them, and Jia Jing's tens of thousands of troops were shocked by the shock, Lin Ruhai's disaster relief work was going smoothly.

Whether it is labor-for-relief, many disaster victims were ordered to dig ditches and build embankments, or immigrants were a lot of money, they were all done in one go.

Who dares to object with a long sword on the side?

In this way, the disaster relief work is progressing at an astonishing speed.

At the same time, in the southwest of Yunnan Luchuan Ping Myanmar Xuanwei Office, a convoy, under the protection of numerous soldiers, escorted the tribute of the Mengmao King of Luchuan this year and set off for Shenjing.

Well, some people are not only Xuanwei envoys from the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also the Mengmao king of the Dai people among the hundreds of tribes in Yunnan!

The kind that needs to pay tribute every year!

In this convoy, the leader was Sikefa's second son Mansan.

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In a blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

As one disaster relief work after another was successfully concluded by Lin Ruhai, the days when Jia Jing and others prepared to return to Beijing were gradually not far away.

If we say that Jia Jing led his army to fight, the expected turmoil did not occur, but the suppression of the White Lotus Sect in Hanzhong Prefecture can also increase Jia Jing's soul points slightly.

This day.

After Lin Ruhai offered sacrifices to Emperor Hongde on behalf of Emperor Hongde, the ghosts and gods who were in charge of drought and rain, he announced the tax exemption and support policies of Emperor Hongde, which immediately made the people of Hanzhong Prefecture grateful for him.

So, in the shouting of long live the mountains, Jia Jing led his army with Lin Ruhai to return to Beijing!

By this time, it was almost October.
Chapter completed!