surnamed Wang

Chapter 717
In Bai Yujing, Hong Mao was restless because he had an extra younger brother, and this younger brother was his most respected master.

At first when he heard that a new guard was coming to the building, Hong Mao was gearing up to give that kid a bad start, but it was Wang Qingquan who didn't want to come, and his rank was much lower than him.

Bai Yujing has his own set of rules. It doesn't mean that the higher the level of cultivation, the more respected people are. The only evaluation standard here is swordsmanship. If you can understand several levels of Bai Yujing's swordsmanship, you can challenge the guards on that level.

If he wins, he will take the opponent's place. If he loses, he is not good at learning and can only stay on the lower floor, like Hong Mao who is on the seventh floor, and Tang Xin who is not as good, who is on the fifth floor.

Zhao Shuquan could have guarded the eleventh floor, but he lost his cultivation during the battle with Di Xin, and vowed to only comprehend his own swordsmanship in this life. Not only did he lose the title of the second swordsman of the Three Immortals, but he also took the initiative to ask for resignation to leave Bai Yujing.

There are still some advantages to being a guard in Bai Yujing. In addition to the one-month and three-day holidays, every 300 years, you can also choose a book of exercises on the guard floor.

Many people, in order to obtain their favorite exercises, either comprehend the sword like a madman, or stand still on a certain floor. On the eighth floor, Wang Gingquan saw an old guy who sat there for an unknown amount of time, staring blankly at a wall. His body was covered with cobwebs.

There is also a monk on the sixth floor. It is said that Hong Mao has spent a lot of effort to defeat him in order to stick to a book of exercises for more than a hundred years.

Naturally, Wang Gangquan doesn't need to worry about these things. He just defeated the guard on the second floor, and it will take at least one or two hundred years from the sixth floor. By then, the guard may not be there anymore.

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Wang Gangquan was fined to clean up Bai Yujing, but he didn't do it casually. He would get up early every day and spend two hours cleaning the high-rise building from top to bottom. Many scriptures and classics were dusted off, revealing their true colors.

"Xiao Zhao, there is so much dust in the corner, don't you see it?"

On the fifth floor, Tang Xin, the young patriarch of the Tang Sect, gave orders. Seeing that he was disrespectful to his master, Hong Mao wanted to do something, but was stopped by Wang Gingquan.

The man took a rag and wiped the position pointed by the other party, and praised:

"As expected of the fifth-floor guards, they have amazing eyesight. I really didn't notice it just now."

Tang Xin was even more proud, and raised her chin towards Hong Mao. The two had known each other since childhood and had been fighting for hundreds of years. Although their swordsmanship was not as good as the other's, it was a relief to be able to overwhelm their master.

Wang Gangquan didn't mind this kind of playfulness, so he cleaned up and went to the next floor to clean. Hong Mao followed behind, and he asked for help several times, but was rejected.

"Hong Mao, how many floors do you think Master and I can go up to?" Wang Bingquan asked while wiping the handrail of the stairs.

The young man thought for a moment, and said:

"Master Zhao can go up to the tenth floor in a thousand years. I think you, Master, can do it too."

"What if it's only 200 years?"

"200 years..."

Hong Mao carefully recalled the process of his sword comprehension, and finally gave a fairly pertinent answer:

"Based on Master's talent, about five floors."

Wang Bingquan smiled, and said calmly: "In 200 years, as a teacher, you have to go up to the eleventh floor."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "If Master says so, then it must be possible."

Wang Gangquan looked outside the building and whispered to himself:
"Perhaps, it won't take that long."

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Dynasty, the capital.

It has been half a month since Wang Yijing was rescued. During this time, he ate well and slept soundly. Not only did he receive various supplements from ginseng and bird's nest, but the kitchen of Liu's mansion also brought delicacies from time to time.

When he was able to get out of bed, although he still felt weak, he was much better than before. Liu Baoqing also offered a generous offer to recruit him as a bodyguard at this time. Wang Yijing knew that without his cultivation base, let alone changing the dynasty, it would be difficult to walk out of the yamen, so he agreed without hesitation.

On the streets of the capital, He Lan and his maid were walking in front, followed by Wang Yijing in a white dress. He wore a sword around his waist, but it was a fake handle to scare people. Inside the scabbard was a wooden sword he had cut.

Although Liu's family has a great business, the guards at home dare not go out into the street with weapons openly. There are a few swords in the mansion, but they are all recorded by the government. The blades are engraved with steel seals. If one is missing, someone will lose their head.

Wang Yijing remembers that the capital city was not so strict in the past. Even though the empress came to the throne 300 years ago, he still swaggered on the streets of the capital city with a sword in his hand. He didn't see anyone screaming for beating or killing.

The two masters and servants turned into a clothes shop in front, where two or three scantily clad girls were picking out clothes, their bodies smelled of choking powder, they looked like they were from the land of fireworks.

"Xiao Ning, what do you think of this dress?"

He Lan deliberately kept a distance from them and chose some relatively elegant clothes. At this time, one of the girls suddenly made a surprised voice:

"Hey, isn't this little brother Wang? I haven't seen you for a while?"

"Miss Chuntao, what a coincidence."

He Lan heard the reputation and looked over, but saw that the guards who were behind him had already chatted with a few prostitutes, and they seemed to be quite familiar with each other.

……

"My lord, you only remember Miss Chuntao, but you don't remember us?" Another woman in purple said in a flattering voice, with sourness in her words, three parts true and seven parts false.

The young man said with a smile on his face:

"That's impossible, brother, it was my first time to go to Fenghe Tower, but it was Cui Luo's sister who received me. That beauty with a cherry, I will never forget it."

"Hehe, my brother's mouth is so sweet, it's not in vain that sister Cuiluo is talking about you all day long." The woman in orange clothes next to him interjected at the right time.

Wang Yijing smiled even more, "No matter how sweet my little brother's mouth is, he can't compare to the rouge on the lips of his sisters. It's a pity that I couldn't taste it..."

Halfway through the speech, he suddenly sensed the coldness coming from behind, subconsciously drew his sword and turned around and said:
"Murderous!"

In front of him, two women looked at him with disgust, and then he remembered that he still had responsibilities. He shoved the broken wooden sword back into its scabbard, and after a few perfunctory words with the three brothel women, he went outside the door, watching his nose, nose, nose and heart, and started guarding.

The maid Xiao Ning frowned, and said in a slightly displeased voice:

"Miss, this person looks upright, but I didn't expect to be a frequent visitor to that kind of place. Are you sure it was really him who came to the rescue that night?"

He Lan heard the words and recalled seriously, and for a moment remembered the details that she had forgotten that night:
That day, driven by the power of the medicine, she clung to the other person like an octopus, and almost kissed him.

Thinking of this, the woman hurriedly shook her head to stop the picture in her mind, blushed and looked at the yawning man in the distance, and said an inaudible "um", and said nothing more.

The servant girl was surprised by the master's change, but she didn't ask carefully, and concentrated on helping to choose clothes.

The young people at the door didn't know that the two were discussing themselves, and while rubbing their stomachs, they said to themselves: "I'm hungry, let's get something to eat later."

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(End of this chapter)