Dafeng's Night Squad

The bottles and jars on the tray were smashed into pieces, and a colorful mist of dust filled the air.

“Help, help ...” The white-robed Sorcerer’s face was flushed red and gradually turned green. He clutched his neck and said with great difficulty, ”

“This, this is the poison that senior brother Song Qing concocted ...”

The woman covered her neck and said with difficulty, “”Senior Sister, you didn’t bring the antidote.”

“The antidote is inside ...” He said. The white-robed sorcerer seemed to be unable to move. His eyes were fixed on a Broken Porcelain bottle and the powder on the ground.

With the woman’s help, the white-robed sorcerer took the antidote and ran down the stairs. He came to the hall on the first floor and shouted at the white-robed sorcerers who were cooking and refining the medicine, ”

Senior Sister Zhong has come out of her closed-door cultivation!!!

Clang ... The porcelain bottles, spoons, and other utensils in the hands of the white-robed warlocks fell to the ground.

They turned their necks stiffly and looked over with blank faces.

The woman with disheveled hair continued to walk up the stairs. When she passed by the seventh floor, the alchemy room on the seventh floor exploded with a boom. The floor and walls shook, and dust fell from them.

“Why did it explode? Why did it explode?” Song Qing’s angry roar was heard.

The woman ignored him and continued to climb the stairs. Finally, she arrived at the top of the stargazing building, the eight trigrams stage.

The white-robed and white-bearded supervisor sat cross-legged behind the table, holding a wine cup and staring into the distance.

“Teacher,”

master! the woman called out respectfully, her eyes falling on the fine wine and delicious food on the table.

“Zhong Li, it’s time for you to ascend to the fourth stage.” The supervisor said leisurely.

The woman’s body trembled. She raised her head slightly, revealing her snow-white and sharp chin.

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Da Feng’s titles of nobility were divided into five ranks-Duke, Marquis, count, Viscount, and male. Each rank of nobility was further divided into five grades (levels).

Xu Qi ‘an’s full title was “third-class County Magistrate of Changle.”

This was a title that was not as good as the top, but more than the bottom. It did not have any real power, just an extra monthly salary.

However, the significance of a title was not in power, but the glory it symbolized and social status.

Was being named on the gold roll and being listed in the court considered a noble? No, such power was only temporary. The real symbol of being rid of the civilians and rising into the noble class was the hereditary title of nobility.

Of course, Xu Qi ‘an’s title could not be passed down, but at least one day, the Xu family would be a noble and not a commoner.

In the future, if the son of Changle County were to marry a commoner woman as his official wife, he would be impeached in the official documents. The entire court would say,”is the princess not fragrant, or is the princess not beautiful?”

He actually married a commoner girl.

In short, for the first time in hundreds of years, the Xu family produced a Viscount. They completely broke away from the civilian status and became a noble.

For Xu Pingzhi, the head of the family, this was probably the most glorious moment of his life. That day, he brought Xu Qi ‘an to his ancestors’ graves to burn incense.

After he returned, he planned to send out invitations and hold a banquet to invite his friends and family to his residence to drink and celebrate.

“The day after tomorrow is the spring examination. This will affect Erlang’s studies,” said his aunt, feeling that it was inappropriate.

That’s right, the day after tomorrow was the spring examination. It was the most important thing for a fish to leap over the Dragon Gate. A big banquet at home would definitely affect Erlang’s studies. Xu Pingzhi felt that his wife’s words made sense, so he asked Xu Erlang to move to the old house in the outer city and study hard. The banquet was still the same.

Xu Ling thought it was great.

Xu Erlang left the livestream room while cursing and went back to the old mansion with a servant and a maidservant.

After they returned from the burning of incense, Xu Qi ‘an generously allocated 70 taels of silver as the funds for tomorrow’s banquet.

Seventy taels was already a lot. It was the savings of an ordinary and well-off family for three years.It was two years of prostitution and one year of Xu Qi ‘an’s salary.

I’ve been back for so long, but I haven’t been to master Hengyuan’s health Hall. I have to send some money to help the widows and lonely ...

Xu Qi ‘an took out five coins of silver from the square Cabinet and planned to sell Bai kui’s body-tempering cultivation technique at a low price.

Suddenly, monk Shen Shu’s low and ethereal voice rang in his mind while he was sitting by the bed, “”I’m leaving the capital.”

Leave the capital?

What did he mean ... Xu Qi ‘an’s expression was serious. Monk Shen Shu never took the initiative to communicate with him. She was sleeping silently in his body.

But now, he was asking him to leave the capital.

Is something going to happen in the capital or me?

As all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, he saw a gray world in front of him. The gray mist-like fog dispersed and a dilapidated temple appeared. At the entrance of the temple sat the delicate and pretty Master Shen Shu.

This mysterious monk was meditating with his palms together. His brown eyes looked over gently and he said in an ethereal voice,”I’m leaving the capital.”

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