Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 148 Poor Taoist Li Yangshan

Dabaoguo Ci'en Temple is located on the east side of Xixie Street.

"The extremely rare Kunlun Snow Mountain Ice Lotus Seeds are immune to all poisons and extend your life!"

"Candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick covered in sugar paste, sweet and sour candied haws on a stick!"

"The newly arrived Jiangnan brocade silks are all hand-sewn by 28-year-old Jiangnan boudoir women. They have virgin hands and are fragrant everywhere! They are absolutely genuine and absolutely pure and innocent!"

"I'm selling woven baskets! One for three cents, two for five cents, three for ten cents!"

Today happened to be the Beijing Central Market, and Xixie Street, which was not wide in the first place, was even more crowded. The streets on both sides were crowded with vendors and merchants, shouting and shouting, making it very lively. The shops facing the street even put up their counter tents on the street, with colored silks and flags hung high, so that the merchants' storefronts can be seen from a very distance.

Wang Qi was dressed in ordinary clothes, with his hair tied up in a jade crown, walking through the crowd, aimlessly browsing the things in the capital.

Wang Shouxin and others followed Wang Qi personally, always paying attention to the surrounding situation.

The old man dressed in gray cloth and dirty coat passed by Wang Qi. For a moment, he suddenly stopped, let out a light sigh, turned his head to look at Wang Qi, then took three steps and two steps at a time, turned around and followed.

bass! !

The next moment, three bright swords lay in front of Lao Dao. The edge of one of them was less than an inch away from Lao Dao's neck.

If necessary, he can kill the attacker in just one breath.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!!" For a moment, the old Taoist was so frightened that his soul trembled, his legs trembled, and he raised his hands to show weakness.

Wang Qi had already turned around and looked at the old Taoist: "Does the Taoist know me?"

At this time, as soon as the weapons were flashed, pedestrians and merchants on the entire street fled, immediately leaving a circle in the middle.

"In three months, from one hundred households in Liaodong, he was promoted to Duke of Lang. Who in the world doesn't know him?" The old Taoist still raised his hands and said with an old face: "Master, this is not the place to talk."

Wang Qi looked at Lao Dao steadily, did not speak, but turned around and left directly.

Wang Shouxin's personal entourage on the side also put away their swords and followed.

The old man who stayed in place held down his heartbeat, which was beating like a drum, and followed quickly without wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Who was that just now?"

"I seem to have heard the words Duke Lang."

"What is the identity of Duke Lang, and what are you doing here in this mixed place?"

"However, that man's aura is as impressive as a Yue Li's, which is beyond words."

Ignoring the comments of passers-by on the street, Wang Qi and others had already walked away.

Not long after, Lao Dao stopped in front of a street pub.

"Taoist Master, please come in, my lord," the knife-wielding attendant stood by the door. Seeing the old Taoist step forward, he made a gesture of invitation.

"Hey, I missed a hexagram early this morning, which means I can have a meal of delicacies from the mountains and seas. Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, you will not deceive me!" The old Taoist nodded casually, and then went to the restaurant swaggeringly.

With a creak, the private room door was opened from the inside. Wang Shouxin stepped out, looked at the old man, tapped the knife with his fingertips, and stood expressionlessly by the door.

The old man chuckled, coughed slightly, and then stepped in. There was a creak, and as soon as the front legs went in, the door of the hind legs was closed.

The old Taoist looked up and saw Wang Qi sitting at the table, looking at the old Taoist with interest.

Without raising his head or raising his hand, the old Taoist lifted up his robe and knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Li Yangshan, a poor man, pays his respects to Duke Lang!"

"Do you have anything to do with me, Taoist Master?" Wang Qi was minding his own business serving tea and drinking water. Just as the Taoist said, the delicacies of mountains and seas were already placed on the table.

"Originally nothing happened, but," the old Taoist chuckled, and his goatee twitched a little exaggeratedly: "I, the poor Taoist Guanlang Duke, your Yintang is so red that it seems to be rising. I was surprised for a moment, lost my composure, lost my composure!"

Wang Qi looked at the Taoist with a smile on his face: "Does the Taoist know how to read faces?"

"I know a little bit," Li Yangshan stood up slowly, sat down at the table as if he were familiar with it, and poured himself a glass of water.

"Do you know my mood?" Wang Qi's eyes were dim.

"Your Excellency, one belongs to fire. The more gold it is, the more it will rise. It can be like a prairie fire. Now I am sitting in a trapped city with a tiger imprisoned in the river. I am inevitably powerless." The old Taoist drank the tea and smacked his lips: "But it doesn't matter. Things in Liaodong are far away. It’s not over yet, when the time comes, all your gentlemen will be asking for more from you, so why should you lower your spirits and act like a little girl here?”

"But what does the court affairs have to do with me?" Wang Qi stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked in front of the window. The downstairs was bustling and lively.

"Sir," Li Yangshan stretched out his hand to pull out the chicken leg and said while eating: "The affairs of the court are the affairs of the world. There are really few people who want to use Liaodong to occupy the world."

"The pacification of Liaodong is not enough for the reputation of the world?" Wang Qi turned his head and looked at the old Taoist.

"Hahaha!" The old Taoist first raised his head and laughed, then covered his stomach and lowered his head to laugh, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. After a while, he slowly stopped and looked at Wang Qi's cold eyes. The old Taoist then spoke calmly and said: "My lord has entered a barrier."

"what for?"

"Using Liaodong as the foundation, destroying the Later Jin Dynasty, and taking the name of Great Righteousness is a good idea, but," the old Taoist shook his head: "The emperor's three hundred years of luck, the people's hearts are still there, and it is far from over. He wants to be the king of Wei , is far from enough.”

"King Wei??" Wang Qi narrowed his eyes, as long as the old Taoist said one wrong word, he would die on the spot.

"Everyone in the world says that you are a martial artist of the Ming Dynasty, but in my opinion, you have a gap in your heart. This mere martial artist really underestimates you." The old Taoist didn't even notice that Wang Qi's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Enjoy your meal happily.

"Are you taking the monk surnamed Yao as your example?" Wang Qi looked at the old Taoist with interest, but he didn't expect that he would gain so much by going to the street to relax at last minute.

"Yao Guangxiao? The Buddhists are the worst. The old Taoist doesn't like him." Li Yangshan shook his head, and continued: "The poor Taoist went south from Fushun. He saw a lot, and naturally understood a lot. Liaodong affairs, drafting imperial edicts, raising private property Soldiers, long live the reputation, one by one, the court is watching it, and is afraid in its heart. If you don’t want to be the king of Wei, there are many people who want to kill you in the capital, and become a real rich man who eats and waits for death. Your Majesty."

"You still have something to say," Wang Qi's conversation with Lao Dao today will be a major crime against the nine tribes if word spreads about it. If Lao Dao doesn't come out with any useful information in the future, his death here will be inevitable.

"Enter the cabinet, chase Donglin, and the saint will rule the world!" Li Yangshan's eyes were shining, and he looked at Wang Qi intently.

"Where is the opportunity?" Wang Qi asked.

"Liaodong, chaos!" Li Yangshan placed two teacups and tapped them with his hands.

"Why are you looking for me?" Wang Qi doesn't believe in the theory of being born with different appearances.

"A poor Taoist knows how to read faces," Li Yangshan grinned: "Besides, literati can't save the world!"

　There have been so many things going on at home these past two days at work that I feel dizzy.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)