Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Chapter 154 The Realm of Jianghu
"This doll?"

Looking at the two adorable dolls, which were remarkably similar to Qi Heng and Minglan, one could easily understand the situation.

"Yes, Master!"

As long as Qi Heng can concentrate on his studies, he will naturally follow everyone's lead.

"Young Master, I'll go find Miss Xiao Tao right away and deliver these two children to Sixth Miss. But you must stay home and study hard!"

"Please, please don't..."

"Well, I see!"

"No, you go now!"

Qi Heng interrupted Buwei with a smile, urging him to leave so that he could deliver the two babies to Minglan and let her know his feelings.

"Yes!"

Left with no other choice, he had to follow Qi Heng's instructions, hide the two dolls, and prepare to deliver them to the Sheng residence.

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On the other side, Sheng Changquan followed Xu Changqing along a strange route, winding and turning countless times, taking a long time before finally reaching the final destination.

"Huh, Changqing, is there really such a place in Bianliang City?"

"How did I not hear it being said?"

When Sheng Changquan arrived at a remote, dilapidated street that was crowded with people and chaotic, he asked the question.

"Hehe, young master, of course you wouldn't know!"

Xu Changqing grinned and said, "As the saying goes, dragons have their palaces and rats have their paths. How could a young master from an official family like you possibly know where poor people live?"

"These places were originally designated by the Prefect of Tokyo for the nearby counties, and were specifically set up as residences for poor families who came to the capital to do business."

"However, because of the frequent floods and droughts in previous years, many refugees would flee to the capital. Therefore, the current emperor took pity on the people and ordered that some refugees be settled here. As a result, over time, this place has become a mixed and impoverished area, the dirtiest and most chaotic place in Bianliang City!"

"I see!"

Sheng Changquan also realized that this place was like the sewers of Bianliang City.

However, after thinking for a moment, he asked again, "But, Changqing, this place is still under the jurisdiction of the capital. Doesn't the court care?"

Looking at the scenes of fighting and brawling that happened every now and then, Sheng Changquan felt somewhat depressed.

"Young Master, you don't understand!"

Xu Changqing looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering his voice and saying, "Actually, this place is not only where the imperial court settles refugees, but also where powerful families and wealthy clans house their subordinates."

"Those underlings who can't be brought to the light!"

Xu Changqing added, "Just like this time at the Prince of Yong's mansion, those thirteen guys were hiding in the front room."

Xu Changqing secretly pointed to a house in the distance for Sheng Changquan and continued, "There are many people and things going on here, making it the easiest place to hide something shady! Whether it's a person or a ghost, once they hide here, no one will be able to find them!"

"Unless the imperial court is truly enraged and sends a large army, even if the Prefect of Tokyo dispatches all his personnel, it will be to no avail!"

Sheng Changquan nodded silently after hearing this and said nothing more.

Although Sheng Changquan has lived two lives, he lived in a peaceful era in his previous life, and in this life he was born into a scholarly family like the Sheng family. He doesn't know much about the darkness in this world, unlike Xu Changqing, who was taught by his grandfather and had seen the black, white, dirty, and chaotic things at a young age. Now, Xu Changqing is already an expert in this field and has gained some experience.

"They're here?"

Looking at the house ten feet away, Sheng Changquan decided to stop worrying about the problems in this slum and instead prepare to take action.

"Yes, young master, they must still be there!"

Xu Changqing nodded, pointed to a path ahead, and said, "Young Master, you see, there's only one exit over there, which is the path in front of their house!"

“Before I left, I sprinkled some limestone powder on it. If someone had walked on it, they would have left a mark. But as you can see, it is still the same as before, which shows that no one has walked there.”

Graystone Powder is a tracking tool that Mr. Xu learned from an old soldier when he was young. Only those who understand its mysteries can detect its presence, but the tracker can use the traces of Graystone Powder to complete the tracking.

Because Sheng Changquan had a close relationship with the Xu family, he was also familiar with this gray stone powder.

"Ok!"

Sheng Changquan looked up and found that, just as Xu Changqing had said, there was not a trace of human activity.

"Changqing, you stay here and keep watch. I'll go and look around to see if there's anything else I can find."

"Yes, Master!"

After Xu Changqing answered, he was not worried about Sheng Changquan's safety at all.

However, this is understandable. No one but Sheng Changquan himself knows the true extent of his strength. Even Grandpa Xu was amazed after fighting with Sheng Changquan, saying that Sheng Changquan was already a second-rate master.

No matter the world or dynasty, there will always be a Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world or a world of outlaws). Jianghu is a place that accommodates those unruly and rebellious individuals who refuse to submit to order.

In today's world, martial arts are flourishing, at least in the martial arts world, martial arts are extremely prosperous!
Moreover, because each school of thought has a long history and a rich historical foundation, no one has ever been willing to concede to the others. To this day, there is still no supreme master who can unify this chaotic world.

Therefore, there has never been a unified martial arts level in the martial arts world. However, with the natural evolution of ancient customs, most martial arts practitioners have unconsciously chosen to classify levels based on their battle achievements.

In other words, whoever wins the most and survives to the end is the strongest.

According to ancient custom, only those who can fight ten men at once are considered warriors. The "ten" here does not refer to ordinary people, but to veterans who have been on the battlefield for many battles!

Those who can defeat ten are at the third-rate level; those who can defeat thirty are at the second-rate level; and those who can defeat fifty are at the first-rate level.

Those who survive a hundred battles become the strongest warriors!
This is the division among martial artists in the martial arts world. Of course, victory here does not refer to a simple physical confrontation. As long as it is done by one's own strength, it can be considered as one's own strength.

In other words, even if you use poison, as long as you are the one who poisoned the enemies and they fell ill, it counts as your achievement.

According to Old Master Xu's assessment, Sheng Changquan's strength was at the level of a second-rate master.

(End of this chapter)