Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other

Donghua City is built along the river. As the capital of a country, it is also a transportation hub between the north and the south. The Bailu River Channel operates day and night, and ships enter the water gate of Linhefang all the time.

On the branches of the moon, in the Tangjia Restaurant on the dock street, a few regular customers exchanged cups. Tang Jingxun wandered around day after day. No one noticed that a small merchant ship floated silently.

Crossed the wide river outside the door.

The merchant ship was not big, but it had a deep draft. There were no lights or fires on board, and the entire cabin was covered with linen. It looked like it was fully loaded with cargo.

Standing at the stern of the boat was a boatman wearing a raincoat, holding a bamboo pen, and sailed the boat deep into the capital.

The rivers in Donghua City extend in all directions and can reach any city.

The merchant ship traveled along the river for a long time, and finally came to Changningfang, the busiest place, and stopped in a quiet place.

It was a quiet night, and in the brothel restaurant on Xinghua Street in the distance, there could be faint sounds of laughter and people changing glasses of wine.

The boatman, who was wearing a raincoat, put down his pennant, walked to the bow of the boat and sat cross-legged, waiting quietly for a moment, and then a small carriage stopped on the shore.

The driver on the carriage had a knife on his waist. After getting off the carriage, he began to patrol the surrounding area.

In the carriage, Wang Zheng, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, bowed his waist and walked out. He was wearing an ordinary officer's robe. After getting off the car, he looked around twice before quickly walking down the riverside stairs and arriving on the merchant ship. On the linen-covered

Looking at the cabin:

"Zhao Ze, what is it this time?"

"Golden Retriever Roar."

Zhao Ze was dressed as a boatman, with a flute stuck in his waist. He had an ordinary face, looked to be around forty, and had excellent skin. He was exactly the same as the monks who had been practicing Qi and cultivating themselves in Qihuang Valley all year round. He walked outside the cabin and raised his hand to take a picture.

Take a shot:

"This thing is not ordinary. It roars like thunder, and its claws can break stones. Even ordinary practitioners can't resist it. Tiger bones also have miraculous aphrodisiac effects..."

Wang Zheng stood with his hands behind his hands, slightly dissatisfied:

"Which time did you not say that? Last time, you said that a hundred and eighty people couldn't stop that 'four-legged dragon', but in the end, there was a big fuss in Linhefang, and a small policeman died. The next day I

When I mentioned it in the court, the eldest princess exposed it in an understatement."

"After all, he is a beast and has no spiritual understanding. It is normal for him to be killed by others. This one is more powerful. There are many people on the street in front of him. If he goes crazy and bites dozens of people to death, it won't be a big problem."

"Don't 'think', be sure. Unless something big happens in the capital, King Lie and the Zong clan will not impeach the eldest princess and Qihuang Valley; if the princess doesn't return power, how will Prime Minister Li take power? There is no pressure in Qihuang Valley, how can you find out about the national preceptor?

What's the truth? How to change the brand name of Qihuang Valley to 'Hundred Saints Valley'?"

"Lord Wang, please calm down. We are also thinking of a solution. Your national master Yue Pingyang is also the ancestor of the sixth level of Linggu after all. He is higher than our Tianzun in Taoism. If we don't know his situation, how can we dare to operate secretly and unscrupulously.

Yiyue Pingyang suddenly appears, Tianzun can just slap his ass and leave, and all of us disciples and disciples will die. This matter cannot be rushed."

Wang Zheng snorted lightly but did not refute.

Zhao Ze thought for a moment and looked at the imperial city in the distance:

"Master Wang, you forced the eldest princess to choose a consort, what happened?"

"The prince-in-law has been chosen, but the eldest princess will definitely have to wait for a while to return power to the young emperor."

"That's good. As long as Prime Minister Li is in power and Yue Pingyang's cultivation is as damaged as we thought, there will be no obstacles for our Heavenly Lord to take over Qihuang Valley."

"It's quite simple. If nothing serious happens in the capital, how can we force the imperial master to show up? The prime minister has worked so hard to clear the way for you and transport these beasts into the capital, not for you to pay tribute to the imperial court.

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When Wang Zheng said this, he looked towards the cabin again:

"By the way, is this Golden Retriever Roar really aphrodisiac?"

Zhao Ze grinned: "Also known as 'Golden Gun Roar', he is famous for his domineering nature. When used to make wine, an eighty-year-old man can regain his prominence."

"Okay, let's get some after the arrest department kills them, um... give them to Prime Minister Li as a filial piety. Prime Minister Li is old, and sometimes it's normal to be unable to do what he wants..."

"clear."

Zhao Ze understood this and turned around to lift the oilcloth covering the cabin.

Wang Zheng was about to leave, but he remembered something again, raised his hand and said:

"Wait a minute. When I chose the consort this time, I wanted to be an informant around the princess, but the princess chose an outsider. Li Xiang kept urging me to find a way to replace him with one of his own. This matter is a bit difficult to handle."

When Zhao Ze heard this, he understood the meaning:

"Master Wang, do you want me to take action to settle this matter? It's simple. Just tell me your name and address, and you'll be sure to disappear completely."

Wang Zheng looked like an idiot:

"You cultivators are so honest in everything they do. The princess's newly chosen prince-in-law died in an unexplained manner. The princess will definitely be alarmed. If she uses this as an excuse to refuse to return to power without finding out the cause of her prince-son's death, wouldn't it be a big deal?"

Zhao Ze thought for a while and then looked at the cabin: "Why don't you put this golden hair in the consort's house? If you die in an accident, you princess can't find an excuse, right?"

Wang Zheng raised his hand and touched his beard. He thought this was a good idea. He thought about it for a while:

"Forget it this time. It's too abrupt to let him go home, so he won't necessarily die. I'll keep an eye on him when I get back, and I'll let you know when I have the chance."

"Okay, Sir Wang, walk slowly."

After Zhao Ze watched the carriage leave, he untied the linen covering the cabin.

Under the linen is a large iron cage, with the outline of a giant beast faintly visible inside.

Zhao Ze looked around and took out the jade flute from his waist; the quiet flute sound came out and merged with the music and songs on the street. After a moment, the sleeping giant opened its scarlet eyes...

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The remaining clouds cover the moon.

Xinghua Street is full of lanterns, and warblers sing and sing all night long.

In the brothel, Lao Lu, who was in despair, stared at the wine glass in his hand.

The remaining wine in the cup reflected the graceful dancing girl; the piano, flute, drum and harp played in the ears, composing a piece of bliss in the world.

Lao Lu had seen all the scenery of the Immortal Family and had long forgotten about these scenes. Now that he experienced it again, he did not realize the joy of his youth. Instead, it made the depression in his heart a little deeper.

Everyone is young, and so is Lao Lu.

Lao Lu was originally a young man from a farm family. He accidentally bumped into an immortal in the mountains and came to know that there are immortals in the world. He returned home without saying goodbye to his parents, so he took a hiking stick and a passion for spiritual practice and embarked on a long road of spiritual practice.

The road was difficult to walk, and after wandering around for more than ten years, I found a fairy mountain where I could get started.

Entering the outer door, fetching water and sweeping the floor, cooking and washing rice...

A book of Qi refining techniques, from a passionate person to a white-haired person.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off and finally found a chance of immortality before his life span was about to expire; after that, a hundred years of high spirits followed.

Kill people and seize treasures, ask for swords in the imperial city, capture monsters from all over the world, travel across the nine heavens...

He went through everything a monk could go through, but in the end he discovered that he was still a human being after all, and he still had not become an immortal.

When he reached the end of the road again, he looked back on the past and suddenly realized that he had missed a lot of things on the way here.

Before I died, I still looked at the entrance of the village with my eyes, and made the promise to "walk hand in hand" with the Taoist monks...

He used to think that he was born to be an immortal, and one person and one sword were enough, and he should cut off the world of mortals.

When he was about to die, he discovered that he was just a poor man who died alone.

I wanted to find my former confidante, but all I saw was a lonely grave.

I wanted to go back to my hometown to say goodbye to my parents, but found that even the graves were missing.

After much searching, he was the only one left in this vast world.

This was the first time that Lao Lu felt that he deserved to die. After all, everyone around him had already gone to the other side.

With this idea, the path to immortality, which was already difficult to advance, was completely cut off in my heart.

This is also the reason why Lao Lu is sitting here, drinking wine with a little kid - besides taking things as they come, what else can he do?

"Lao Lu, you...why are you in a daze...have another drink..."

In the elegant room of the brothel, the enchanting singer played the piano music.

Zuo Yunting, who was drunk, was lying on the table, holding a wine glass in his hand, and shook it with Lao Lu.

Lao Lu sighed, stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the earthly city.

The only regret in this life is the sword at my waist.

The reason why Lao Lu stopped here was just to find the junior who was wielding the sword in the mountain, and to see what these geniuses were like.

Moreover, if that junior stays in such a small place and has too little experience, no matter how good his understanding is, he will eventually be dusted.

No swordsman in the world can bear to see a famous sword covered in dust, and the same goes for Lao Lu.

It's a pity that Lao Lu searched all over Qihuang Valley and couldn't find anyone who could match the conditions.

Lao Lu didn't know if he had made a mistake or if the junior had already left. There was definitely no point in searching like this. In order to save time, he had to lure the snake out of its hole.

After thinking about this, Lao Lu took out the sword-engraved jade plaque from his sleeve robe. Without moving his lips, he just said in his heart:

"Qi Jia, help me with something."
To be continued...