Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 205 He is a member of the ghost tribe
Under the night.

The old man of Qingshan Marquis Mansion, who looked like an old farmer, was still kneeling on the ground respectfully.

Although he was a little confused at this time, whether Feng Qingyan was the Palace Lord himself, the Palace Lord's descendant, or the descendant of the Great Emperor, they could all be said to be the bloodline of the Great Emperor.

And judging from Feng Qingyan's appearance, he is more likely to be the direct descendant of the palace lord.

"The prince is not only the descendant of the great emperor, but also the descendant of the palace master. Naturally, he is the prince of our Qingshan Kingdom." The old farmer seemed to see Feng Qingyan's confusion, so he explained that the identity might be wrong, but the terrifying existence behind him could definitely not be wrong.

This is the tattoo of a member of the ghost clan.

Even a saint cannot imitate it, let alone create it.

"Qingshan Country?"

Feng Qingyan suddenly felt familiar, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised, so he said: "Old Master, please get up quickly, this will shorten Qingyan's life."

Moreover, at this moment, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the old man's physical condition. Then he remembered what the four ghost kings of Youdu said when he was in Jian Kingdom, and his face suddenly changed.

"Is the old man injured?"

Feng Qingyan hurriedly stepped forward to help the old farmer up and asked, "How is he injured? Could it be..."

The old farmer smiled bitterly but didn't say much.

Seeing that Feng Qingyan did not admit it, he did not force anything. After all, even he could not confirm it, so he said: "Feng Sheng, please agree to this for my sake."

"Master, just call me Qingyan. No need to be so polite." Feng Qingyan said hurriedly, "Master, please tell me. As long as it does not violate morality, Qingyan will do his duty."

If the old man had not risked his life to save him, he would have died long ago.

Although he had already guessed that the Qingshan Marquisate must have a reason to save him, he would not mind as long as it did not violate morality.

"Please come to my Qingshan Marquis Mansion for Fengsheng."

The old farmer hesitated for a moment and said.

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. He looked at the old farmer and said, "We just need to go to Qingshan Marquis' Mansion?"

The old farmer nodded.

"Row."

Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and then asked, vaguely guessing what he was going to do at Qingshan Marquis Mansion, "When?"

"The sooner the better. I can't hold on for much longer."

The old farmer said unwillingly.

His soul is so badly wounded that he may not live for more than a few months.

When he died, even his soul would be scattered, and he would not be able to become a ghost, let alone a ghost. If he could become a ghost, he would not be so anxious and unwilling. Who would have thought that after living cautiously for more than two thousand years, in the end...

"Then let's do it tomorrow morning." Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and said, "Master, is your injury really incurable?"

"Even the great doctor Bian Que couldn't save him."

The old farmer shook his head.

At this point, the old farmer had fallen from the level of a great sage to the level of a literary minister.

"Where is the leader of my Confucianism?" Feng Qingyan hesitated and asked. He had a "Shangzi card" of the leader, and he could ask the leader to help once. "But he couldn't save the old man?"

The old farmer shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, Feng Sheng. My injury cannot be cured by anyone in this world."

"May I ask what kind of injury it is?"

Feng Qingyan frowned deeply.

After all, Mr. Fu was his savior, and he couldn't bear to watch his savior die.

"soul."

The old farmer hesitated and said, "Unless the mansion master is reborn, or Tubo of Youdu takes action."

Feng Qingyan sighed.

"Then tomorrow morning, I will be standing on Lingshui Bridge waiting for your canonization."

At this time, the old farmer bowed and quickly retreated.

Feng Qingyan stood silently for a moment, then returned to the academy. On the way, he kept thinking about what the old man had said. Could it be that he was really a descendant of the great emperor?

This shouldn't be the case.

Also, from what the old man said, it seemed that he and Qingshan Hou were extremely similar, almost exactly the same...

This is even more inappropriate.

After a while, Feng Qingyan returned to the academy. He did not go back to Jiaziyuan, but came to the back hall.

"Teacher, I have something to ask you." Feng Qingyan came to the door of the back hall and said softly.

"come in."

An Xiu said with a smile.

Feng Qingyan pushed the door open, bowed to An Xiu, knelt down, and said, "Teacher, I have to go to Qingshan Marquis's Mansion tomorrow."

"Go to Qingshan Marquis Mansion?"

An Xiu was a little surprised.

"If it weren't for the desperate rescue of the Qingshan Marquis, Qingyan would have died long ago." Feng Qingyan sighed, "Because of the attack from the four ghost kings of Youdu, I'm afraid the old man wouldn't have lived for long."

An Xiu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, but remember not to reveal your whereabouts."

"Disciple tomorrow."

Feng Qingyan nodded, then went back to Jiaziyuan to pack his bags.

At this time, in the study room in the back hall, the old man came out after seeing Feng Qingyan leaving and asked, "What is Qingyan doing at the Qingshan Marquis' Mansion?"

"Teacher, Qingyan might be a member of the ghost clan."

An Xiu hesitated and said.

"what?"

The old man was shocked and a little bit unbelieving, and asked quickly: "But is it confirmed?"

“It’s basically confirmed.”

An Xiu nodded.

On that day, evil spirits attacked the academy and the burial mountain, but when Feng Qingyan stood in front of the evil spirits, the evil spirits had to kneel down.

Even a great sage cannot do this.

As far as he knew, only the ghosts could do this with the tattoo on their backs...

"Now that more than two thousand years have passed, can we still restore the country?" The old man quickly calmed down and shook his head, "Qingyan is now the number one virtual saint in history. Even if he is a ghost, the world cannot attack him."

"Disciple is worried that something strange will happen to Qingyan."

An Xiu hesitated for a moment and said.

Hearing this, the old man's brows gradually furrowed.

He had read almost all of the Twenty-Seven Books, and had read quite a few records about ghost merchants, among which there were records about strange things. Rumor had it that in addition to the strange things happening to the Ghost Emperor, it seemed that even the Ghost Emperor's relatives had strange things happening to them.

Then, the old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Qingyan is suppressed by the laws of the Holy Dao, so there is no need to worry about anything strange happening."

An Xiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Indeed, with the laws of the Holy Way in mind, how could anything strange happen?

"Qingyan is going to Qingshan Marquis Mansion this time, and it is very likely that he will take over Qingshan Marquis Mansion..." An Xiu thought for a moment and said, "I wonder what the attitude of the Holy Temple is?"

"Qingshan Marquisate is too weak and has no power to check and balance Youdu."

The old man frowned and said, then his eyes gradually brightened, "If Qingyan takes over the Qingshan Marquisate, it is possible to check and balance Youdu. The Tubo Emperor has been patient for more than two thousand years, I am afraid he can no longer endure it..."

"Do I need to inform the leader about this?"

An Xiu hesitated and said.

The old man shook his head and said, "Let's see what the situation is first. After all, Qingyan's identity is a bit sensitive. Let him reorganize the Qingshan Marquis Mansion first. When he has the power to check and balance Youdu, everything will be easy."

An Xiu nodded.

The Temple kept the Qingshan Marquis Mansion alive in order to check and balance Youdu, but who knew that the Qingshan Marquis Mansion was too weak and was always bullied by Youdu.

If it weren't for the Temple's protection, I'm afraid...

"Let's go and fight. Qingyan will go to Qingshan Marquis Mansion tomorrow." The old man said helplessly at this time. He found that he really had no talent for fighting.

"Teacher, do you want to fight again?"

An Xiu felt even more helpless.

"beat!"

The old man said.

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PS: Thanks to “Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Ancient Stars” for the reward!

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