The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 814 Dream Return
In the evening, Xiangyang Lane, Fuzhou.

The sound of rain, like the clatter of wine, grew louder and louder. A basket of wontons was carried from the rain, resting beneath the eaves of a teahouse, sheltering from the rain. The old man selling wontons tapped on a bamboo stick, steam rising from the pot.

The blind fortune teller was wearing a white silk Taoist robe with a black rim. In one hand he held a copper bell pestle that was worth more than gold, and in the other he held a paper sign with the words "Telling fortunes and chatting, one ounce of gold" written on it. He walked leisurely past the eaves of the teahouse.

The leader of the Qingcheng Sect, Yu Canghai, took a group of disciples to take a rest in a teahouse. The teahouse was filled with men from western Sichuan wearing straw raincoats and straw sandals.

Yu Canghai sipped his tea carefully while whispering to his apprentice:

"We know the 'Sword Manual of Exorcism' is at the Fuwei Escort Agency. Lin Zhennan and his wife have escaped. We must search thoroughly, not leaving a single brick behind! Once we get the 'Sword Manual of Exorcism', we can kill Lin Pingzhi and make Lin Zhennan feel the pain of losing his son!"

"Yes! Master!"

As the Qingcheng Sect master and his disciples were talking, they heard the tinkling of copper bells outside. Yu Renhao bowed to his master, stood up and went out to drive them away.

Yu Canghai closed his eyes slightly.

The blind man and Yu Renhao started arguing, which caused a group of Fujian people around them to laugh.

Abbot Yu looked at the blind man and asked, "Sir, where are you from? What's your name?"

The blind man replied, "My surname is Ke Zhen'e, and I call myself Tan Tiankou. My ancestors are from Shandong. I can calculate the innate numbers of the emperor and the gods, and can tell the fate of people. I can only tell fortunes if I pay half an ounce of gold or silver."

Yu Canghai glanced at Ke Zhen'e sideways, put his feet on the table, took out a piece of silver from his arms and threw it at his feet.

"Could you please calculate it, sir?"

Ke Zhen said angrily, "Is this guest a future or a marriage?"

Yu Renhao was furious: "You son of a bitch, you dare to make fun of my master? My master has one wife and eight concubines, do you still need to calculate our marriage fate..."

Yu Canghai waved his hand:
"Calculate your future. If you calculate well, I'll give you money. If you don't calculate well, haha."

"Please calculate your age, month and day."

Yu Canghai said, "A gentleman asks about disasters, not blessings. You don't need to tell me that I am the best martial artist in the world. I only want to calculate my current whereabouts. I am forty-five years old this year. It is the Jiazi year, the Yichou month, the Bingyin day, and the Dingmao hour."

Ke Zhen'e took out an iron abacus, placed it on the table, calculated once, picked up the abacus and slapped the table, and the Qingcheng disciples around him stood up one after another.

"Weird!"

Yu Canghai sneered: "What's so strange?"

"Don't blame me, Taoist priest."

Yu Canghai opened his palm slightly, ready to launch the Heart-Stimulating Palm.

"But it's okay."

Ke Zhen said angrily: "Master, if you don't go within a hundred meters, there will be a bloody disaster. The sect cannot be protected, and the disciples will die under the sword."

Yu Canghai laughed out loud, “Hahahaha!”

Ke Zhen'e was so frightened that he dared not speak. Just as he was about to turn around, he was grabbed by Yu Canghai.

"I have inherited the true teachings of my master Chang Qingzi. I have mastered the Heart-Stirring Palm to perfection. I also have the Water and Earth Escape techniques. Who can kill me? Who dares to kill me? Hahaha!"

"It's you,"

Ke Zhen'e stood up and tried to escape.

"As for you, I'll tell you your fortune today. I bet you'll be in danger of bloodshed before you take ten steps!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light flashed, and before Yu Canghai could change his expression, his upper body turned into a rain of blood and disappeared.

~~~~~
Qi Meng picked up the broken mask that fell on the ground:
"Old man, stop trying to trick me. If it weren't for me today, you would be the one to be cut in two."

Looking at Lin Pingzhi again, he said earnestly:
"You should be the protagonist of this world, not the supporting role."

~~~
"You managed to gather the necessary materials so quickly?"

"What's the Senate going to do? These painted bricks. Are they worth a lot?"

The butler remained silent.

"The natives of the Orion constellation are very interested in the medieval art and literature of the Eastern World. They are willing to exchange their abundant energy for it."

So you're making a profit from the difference?

The butler smiled and said: If you can reach the Orion constellation, you can do business with them yourself.

Qi Meng was speechless.

When he was at Tengman Company, he was always fleeced by the company, and now he cannot escape the fate of being a wage earner.

"Did you treat Liu Zhaosun the same way back then? You treated him like cheap labor."

The steward said unhappily:

"I reiterate that this is your freedom. You can choose to continue serving the Senate, or you can face the enemy head-on."

Qi Meng took a deep breath and chose to accept his fate.

What's the next task?
"Are we really going to fight Cthulhu? As far as I know, Liu Zhaosun was defeated by those monsters back then."

"The mission is random. It could be the Shining Theater, or it could be to another dimension."

"The Shining? To face a mad Jack?"

Didn’t you promise before that you could leave Eastern World?

Don't you have a chance to leave now?
Qi Meng discovered that the Eastern World was the friendliest existence.

"The Senate is a bunch of weirdos, perverts!"

The butler whispered, "Number 00001, I need to remind you that insulting and slandering the Senate will be punished. Furthermore, these mission levels were designed by the designers at the Mars Network Base. Considering the era they lived in, the mission levels have certain characteristics of the times."

Qi Meng angrily said, "Fuck the characteristics of the times! A bunch of perverts!"

What are you going to do in The Shining? Steal Jack's axe? "Correct. There's a buyer willing to pay 100 energy units for the weapon that killed Jack's family."

"That's really fucking heavy, can you be a little more normal?"

“Or you could consider going to the Star Battlefield.

The interstellar battlefield is a real Shura field.

Zhu Youjian gloated beside him and said, "Don't worry, you are the protagonist, you will not die."

Qi Meng glanced at him and said, "We are a team. Do you understand what a team is? Wherever I go, you have to go too!"

Zhu Youjian shrugged nonchalantly, "So you want to go to The Shining and fight that madman, or go to Hong Kong in the 20s and fight zombies? Or go to Peking during the Beiyang warlord era and be a rickshaw driver?"

Camel Xiangzi is also a good choice.

"Go to Peking and try your luck."

"OK, I think so too. You're so strong, it would be a shame if you didn't go to Peking to pull a rickshaw."

A new mission has been launched with the following objectives:

1. Pulling a rickshaw and opening a rickshaw dealership in Beijing in the 1920s;
2. Marry Lin Huiyin or Wang Yingxia;

3. Kill a Japanese colonel;
4. Collect the mysterious bone fragments of Yingkou Falling Dragon;
Reward: 40 energy blocks
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The car stopped by the roadside and he got in according to the butler's instructions.

1929, Beijing, winter night.

The snow was falling gently, and the scenery outside the car was hard to see. Qi Meng sat upright, his head almost touching the carport. The small brush in front of the car swung automatically from side to side, brushing the breath off the windshield. It was quite interesting. Just as he seemed to be getting tired of watching it, the car arrived at his home, and Qi Meng got out excitedly.

Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, someone came out from the wall and grabbed his wrist.

Detective Sun is online.

"Xiangzi, don't you recognize me?" The detective smiled and let go.

Qi Meng's eyes lit up.

Start bargaining with the butler to buy a weapon that suits you.

"Don't you remember when you told us to go to Xishan? I was that Platoon Leader Sun. Do you remember now?"

"Ah, Platoon Leader Sun!" Qi Meng certainly couldn't remember.

"You don't remember me, but I do remember you; the scar on your face is a good mark. I followed you for quite some time just now, and at first I was a little hesitant to recognize you, but after looking left and right, I realized there couldn't be any mistake with that scar!"

"Are you okay?" Qi Meng picked out a revolver from the weapons warehouse.

"Of course there is something, and it's an important matter! Let's go in and talk!" Platoon Leader Sun - now a detective - reached out and pressed the bell.

"Okay, long time no see. Let's catch up with Sun Pai. Which battalion are you in now..." Seeing the bulging pockets of Sun Pai's trousers, Qi Meng was very happy. Well, high-end hunters often appear in the form of prey.

"'Conquer Peking: The Rise of Xiangzi', your first pot of gold depends on you."

"Okay! Let's talk inside." The detective looked a little surprised, but he quickly reacted and rushed to Gao Ma to open the door. He stepped in and said, "Excuse me!"

Qi Meng said to Gao Ma, "Friends," and then pulled Detective Sun inside.

"I live here."

After entering the house, Qi Meng glanced around and said, "You've been living here alone for so long, it's all dirty. Well, please sit down first. I'll pour you some water."

"Xiangzi, I'm saying, don't drink the water yet, I'm busy!" Detective Sun couldn't bear to listen to these idle chatter any longer. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"Oh, then shall I peel a pear for you?"

"Xiangzi! Didn't I tell you that there's something important?" Detective Sun was still smiling, but his tone was very stern.

"Let me be frank with you. Cao is a rebel. He'll be shot if caught. He can't get away! We've met once, after all. You served me in the barracks. I'm bearing a heavy punishment to deliver you a message! If you'd run away a step later, you'd have been blocked back home. No one could have escaped. We work hard to make a living, so why would we bother with a lawsuit? Isn't that right?"

"Yes, you are right!"

Qi Meng hugged Detective Sun.

"My good brother, you are really good at dealing with things!"

"Are you leaving just like that?" Detective Sun tried hard to break free from Xiangzi.

Qi Meng asked doubtfully, "Are you going to stay for dinner?"

Detective Sun didn't waste any words:
"Xiangzi, my good fellow! You are such a fool! As a detective, how could I let you go?"

"Well, let's talk some more?"

"Don't play dumb!" Detective Sun stared at Qi Meng.

"Maybe you have some savings, use it to buy your life! I'm telling you the truth! Think about it, can I just slap you and let you go? Brotherly friendship is friendship, if there is no friendship, would I come to persuade you? But the matter is the matter, I don't want anything for it."

Qi Meng chuckled: "What do you want? Because I have a good figure and I enjoy eating everything?"

Detective Sun smiled coldly: "Money!"

"Where would I get the money? It's all with Mr. Cao. I'm just a rickshaw driver, and I pay him on a monthly basis! I haven't even received my salary from last month!"

Detective Sun was furious: "Don't bother talking nonsense to me here!"

Qi Meng pointed to the courtyard wall outside the window.

"I know where the money is hidden, little yellow croaker, now it's a dollar! 30% to 70%?"

Detective Sun reached into his cotton robe.

"You're just playing the big drum! You've been coming and going for years, and you're as slick as a street urchin. Give me money! Otherwise, I'll shoot you!"

Qi Meng took out his pistol and shouted:
"Don't move, or I'll kill you. Kneel down on the ground and raise your hands!"

(End of this chapter)