Lotus Tower is the second best in the world

The imperial city also has a name, Changge.

It is the residence of the emperor.

Changge was one of the most prosperous and noisy places in the entire Daxi Dynasty.

The trio had all been to Changge for various reasons, and had seen with their own eyes this great city that gathered all the talents from all over the world, so they were no strangers to it either.

After entering the city, Fang Duojing, who was familiar with driving, led the way, pointed to a restaurant and said: "This is one of the most famous restaurants in the imperial city, Shengjinglou, which was taken from a minister's praise, the prosperous age, the jade scene, the shengxiao. "

The so-called Zanjian refers to the auspicious words that the court ministers who were accustomed to saying clever words specially said to Emperor Daxi.

It doesn’t have any profound meaning, just listen to it.

The emperor of the current dynasty liked the kind of ministers who had no substantial official positions the most.

Not only can I speak, I dare to speak, but I also speak beautifully.

No one can wear anything but flattery, and the emperor is no exception.

A flash of sarcasm flashed in Di Feisheng's eyes. He also looked down upon the current emperor.

Just whitewashing the peace.

I really thought that the current world was a peaceful and prosperous age.

It really puts gold on your face.

Li Lianhua looked calm. In the past few years, he had traveled around the world as a traveling doctor and had seen too many sides of the former Li Xiangyi that he could not see. He had long been disappointed with this world that was riddled with holes.

It's just that at that time, he was deeply affected by the poison of Bicha, his martial arts was almost completely lost, and what he could do for those people was limited.

Now that he has recovered and reached a higher level, he can do more for them in the future.

Brother's plan, in a certain way, coincides with his.

A few people wandered around the outer city for a while, had some food and drinks, and then continued walking towards the inner city.

Originally, Fang Duobing proposed to go to the Shengjing Tower to find out what was going on, to see if the food and wine here in the Imperial City had improved over the past few years, and how far it was compared to the food cooked by Li Lianpeng's guy.

Unfortunately, Li Lianhua shook his head and refused.

"It's too much money. We only brought [-] taels for this trip, and now we have less than [-] taels left. It is said that a bowl of ordinary rice wine in Shengjinglou costs a sky-high price of [-] taels. It is obviously a rip-off. We There is no need to be taken advantage of and give money to others for free."

These were Li Lianhua's exact words, and Fang Duobing could only give up.

He was just curious. He had already had enough of the days of fine clothing and fine food. He had been used to following Li Lianpeng and the others for more than a year.

Since Li Lianhua, who controls the money bag, is unwilling to spend the money, he can only do this.

As the three of them entered the inner city, the sky gradually dimmed.

Arriving outside an inn, Fang Duobing raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Lianhua, saying:

"You can't save any more money now, can you?"

Li Lianhua smiled and said, "Of course."

Di Feisheng crossed his arms and mocked: "Fang Duobing, why don't you go find your father?"

Fang Shangshu had returned to Changge from Yangzhou on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. He was a minister of the dynasty and held a high position, so he could not leave Beijing for a long time.

In other words, they could not leave the imperial city easily without the emperor's order.

However, the emperor didn't care about these minutiae. As a high official of the imperial court, ordinary people did not dare to offend him easily, so he acquiesced in this deed.

On important festivals every year, some court officials would change into casual clothes and secretly return to their hometowns to gather with relatives and friends far away in their hometowns. Emperor Daxi turned a blind eye.

Fang Shangshu was like this. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, he took a group of guards away from the imperial city and rushed to Yangzhou to reunite with Hall Master He and Young Master Fang in Yangzhou City.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, we set off from Yangzhou again and traveled thousands of miles back to the imperial city.

Now that the New Year is approaching, it stands to reason that Fang Shangshu will soon go to Yangzhou to reunite with his family.

Because Hall Master He is still running business in Yangzhou and has never left.

Many changes have taken place in the world this year, but Daxi is still no different from previous years on the surface.

It is still a peaceful and prosperous time, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

There is only an undercurrent surging in the rivers and lakes, waiting to explode at a certain moment, exposing the backlight of the entire whitewashed prosperous age.

"Young hero, I see that there is a layer of black energy between your eyebrows. There may be a bloody disaster in the near future!"

"Go away, you stinky fortune teller, can you speak?"

"I will let you suffer a bloody disaster first!"

"Oh, don't do it, don't do it..."

Fang Duobing watched the scene happening on the street corner with interest, turned to Li Lianhua and said, "Would you like to help that poor fortune teller?"

To Fang Duobing's expectation, he originally just said it as a joke, but Li Lianhua actually agreed with his suggestion.
  "Now that you've seen it, I'll help you if you can. This old gentleman is too young to bear such trouble."

Fang Duobing: "...Li Lianhua, do you like to be nosy?"

Li Lianhua smiled and said, "I generally like it." Fang Duobing heard the ridicule in his tone, and immediately curled his lips, imitating the sound of the flute, crossed his arms, and stood watching the show.

The old magician was hit twice by a boy who looked young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his eyes, one on the left and the other on the right, were bruised.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful that I won't be merciful anymore!"

"Next time, I will use my sword!"

The fortune teller, who looked to be almost sixty years old, covered his eyes, kept making ouch sounds, and continued to say ignorantly:

"Young hero, please don't turn a deaf ear to what I say. I believe that young hero will encounter bloody disasters recently. If you don't take precautions, you will most likely endanger your own safety!"

"Pooh!"

The young man, who was wearing brand new clothes and looked like he was walking around the world for the first time, was furious at the old fortune teller's words.

He immediately said angrily: "If you continue to curse me like this, be careful if I stab you with my sword!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a rather delicate-looking long sword from his waist.

"Young hero, please stop, don't be impulsive."

Suddenly, a gentle stopping sound sounded in his ears, and Miao Minfeng turned around to look.

"Who are you?"

Li Lianhua cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Li Lianhua, I am a friend of this old gentleman."

Immediately he looked at the old gentleman who touched the black eye socket with his finger. He gasped without even touching it and said with a helpless smile:

"Taoist Master Changfeng, I haven't seen you for many years, why are you still so talkative and upright?"

Li Lianhua, an experienced fortune teller whom Li Lianhua calls Taoist Changfeng, had a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's a lotus, why are you here...wait a minute, you are reborn from nirvana!"

Looking Li Lianhua up and down with a face full of surprise, Taoist Master Changfeng nodded frequently and said: "Not bad, not bad. Lianhua, your martial arts skills have reached a higher level. You are really reborn in Nirvana."

"Hey! You two don't take people seriously, don't you?! We actually started talking!"

The young man with the sword jumped to his feet and said: "Li Lianhua, right? You are here to judge. I was walking on the road. This fortune teller suddenly stopped me and said that I was in danger of blood and light. Isn't this a curse on me? You said, he should Shouldn’t it be beaten?”

Li Lianhua nodded and said with a smile: "It should be beaten, it really should be beaten."

Hearing this, the young man was stunned.

Aren't you two close friends?
  Seemingly seeing the surprise in his eyes, Li Lianhua continued: "But this young hero, do you know who he is? What is his identity?"

The young man wondered: "What is the identity of an experienced fortune teller who likes to curse people?"

"He is a frequent visitor to Shangshu's house. He is proficient in the art of divination in the Book of Changes and has never failed."

"..."

The young man fell silent upon hearing this.

A frequent visitor to Shangshu's house?

So, this seemingly ordinary old man is not a liar?
  But didn’t sister say that there are countless capable people at the emperor’s feet, but fortune tellers cannot be trusted?

Could it be that Sister A is lying to herself?

Shaking his head, the young man simply gave up thinking and turned around to leave.

He didn't know what this veteran's skills were.

But the man in front of him who looked like a scholar was actually an out-and-out martial arts master.

The aura gave him a chilling feeling.

His name is Ning'an, and he is not from Daxi.

He is from Xishu.

I went to Daxi Imperial City this time because I heard that this is a place where masters from all over the world gather. Most of the martial arts masters in the world will come here to look for dignitaries and see if they can find a job.

Face cannot be used as food. Becoming a guest in the palace of those high officials is the common vision of many martial arts practitioners.

He is also included.

Western Shu is a land of mountains and rivers, and should have been a prosperous land.

But this is not the case.

Western Shu is located between Daxi and Lu.

There is only a natural barrier between the two great countries.

Every year when the Lu State and Daxi fought, Xi Shu bore the brunt and was the first to be affected by the war.

The people of Western Shu are miserable, and most of them no longer even engage in farming. Young people like Ning'an almost always choose to wander the world, and use the long sword in their hands to find a way out for the people of Western Shu. (End of chapter)