Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Yang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Guan Bing's request, but in the end, he still agreed to Guan Bing's request. After finding a good piece of paper from the storage bag, he wrote his name on it in a flamboyant manner. After passing it to Guan Bing, he said, "Can you come with me now?"    

    

"No problem."    

    

Guan Bing nodded, but Yang Xuan waved his hand. A white whirlwind condensed under his feet. Guan Bing looked at Yang Xuan curiously and saw Yang Xuan waving at him. He said, "Come on up! Your pace is too slow. Come with me. Be faster "    

    

Guan Bing stepped on the whirlwind formed by Yang Xuan and stomped his foot curiously. As a person who had no talent in the path of cultivation, Guan Bing had always been envious of Yang Xuan, a cultivator who could fly in the sky. However, Guan Bing's curious look made Yang Xuan feel even more helpless. "Hold on tightly to me. Be careful of falling down."    

    

After saying that, Yang Xuan's mind moved. He didn't see how Yang Xuan did it, but the whirlwind carried the two of them and flew towards the sky.    

    

In the sky, Guan Bing nervously grabbed the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes. His face was pale. When he arrived in the sky, he was desperate to find out that he was afraid of heights.    

    

However, Yang Xuan's flying speed was very fast, and in order to take care of this ordinary person behind him. He also advanced very steadily. After a few short breaths, Guan Bing noticed that Yang Xuan had stopped. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked around. He found that Yang Xuan had brought him to stop in front of a squarish building.    

    

Compared to the majestic and magnificent Purple Gold Palace, this building was much more inconspicuous. However, for some reason, when Guan Bing saw this building, his heart trembled for no reason.    

    

Yang Xuan carried Guan Bing and slowly landed on the ground. He then led Guan Bing towards the building. There was a tall platform in the building. On the tall platform, there was a fair and clean man sitting there reading books.    

    

It's warm like jade.    

    

This was Guan Bing's first impression of this man. Sensing Yang Xuan's arrival, the man did not raise his head and asked, "Is the Emperor done with it? Nothing went wrong with the court today, right?"    

    

"Everything went smoothly and I found a very interesting person."    

    

Yang Xuan said, then pointed at the man and said to Guan Bing, "He is the master of State Hall. For the next period of time, you will let him make the arrangements."    

    

Immediately after, Yang Xuan turned around and said to Zhou Fengyuan, "Martial Uncle, this person's name is Guan Bing. He is a minor official who has just been promoted to the capital."    

    

"You... Could it be that you are..."    

    

After hearing Yang Xuan's introduction, Guan Bing's face revealed a shocked expression and said in disbelief, "Could it be that you are the master of State Hall, Zhou Fengyuan, who is reputed to be the peerless national scholar?"    

    

As Guan Bing said that, just as Zhou Fengyuan showed an expression of enjoyment, Guan Bing suddenly made a surprising move.    

    

Guan Bing reached out his hand and took out the bamboo seal that Yang Xuan had given him just now. He excitedly walked towards Zhou Fengyuan. He said excitedly, "Master, my name is Guan Bing. I have admired you for a long time. I wonder if you can give me an autograph."    

    

...    

    

Similar to Yang Xuan, the request of this rank five official, who was called Left Minister Lai Pi, was... He didn't receive any rejection from Zhou Fengyuan. After Long Fengwu wrote down her name, Zhou Fengyuan turned around and looked at Yang Xuan. "What's the matter? Why did you bring him here to find me?"    

    

"Guan Bing, repeat what you said in the Imperial Court just now!"    

    

Yang Xuan turned his head and said to Guan Bing. When Guan Bing heard this, the expression on his face disappeared. It was unknown if it was because of his serious expression. His Qi changed drastically all of a sudden. He said to Zhou Fengyuan, "I think the capital needs to be rebuilt now. The plan proposed by the twelve families is not bad. But there's a lot of holes. For example, there are many artistes in the capital. The things they know are passed down from generation to generation. According to my observations over the past two days, there are many snacks in the city. There are also families of artistes, because of the recent attack by the spectral Cultivators... The young adults in their families all died in the disaster the day before yesterday, leaving only the old men who were already exhausted despite their superb craftsmanship. And these old men were obviously unable to continue doing business. Thus, I think it would be better for the Imperial Court to step in and record down all the skills they have mastered. Furthermore, the more detailed, the better. If someone wants to learn these skills... A certain amount of money would have to be paid. Of course, apart from the tax collected by the Imperial Court, the rest of it should be given to the people who provide it..."    

    

Guan Bing said a lot in one breath. He even had a detailed idea of how to start this matter. How much was the tax rate? Obviously, these things had been simulated thousands of times in Guan Bing's heart. He already had a plan in mind.    

    

What Guan Bing said really shocked Zhou Fengyuan. The more Guan Bing said, the more shocked Zhou Fengyuan became.    

    

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Guan Bing finally stopped. However, there were still a lot of things that he hadn't explained in detail. Zhou Fengyuan looked at Guan Bing strangely and asked, "How did you come up with this idea?"    

    

"Oh, it's like this. When I first entered the capital, I visited a small almond dew stall at the city gate. It had a very good taste. But after the chaos of the spectral cultivators, I went to look for that family. That family told me that their son, who was responsible for making apricot-flavored almond dew... On the night of the turmoil of the spectral Cultivators, he died in the hands of the spectral Cultivators. Although the old man in that family knew how to make almond dew, however, due to his old age, he was unable to support himself. He was no longer able to continue managing this business that was commonly used to support a family's livelihood. At that time, I was thinking, such delicious almond dew... How could I let him be lost just like that? That was the idea I came up with."    

    

Guan Bing said proudly. Zhou Fengyuan also slowly nodded and said to Guan Bing, "That's right. For the next period of time, you will stay in State Hall and be my servant."    

    

After saying that, Zhou Fengyuan did not wait for Guan Bing to agree. He called a servant and asked him to arrange a place for Guan Bing to stay in State Hall.    

    

After Guan Bing left, just as Yang Xuan was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by Zhou Fengyuan. Yang Xuan curiously turned around, but he found that Zhou Fengyuan's expression was a little ugly.    

    

"Martial Uncle, what happened to you? As long as I can help you, I will not hesitate to help you."    

    

Zhou Fengyuan nodded his head and took out an open letter from his interspatial storage bag. He handed it to Yang Xuan and said, "This is the news from my stupid little brother. He has encountered some problems. I need your help. Take a look! "