When he opened the door, the sun shone in. Chen Fei stood in the sun, as majestic and tall as a god, but it made the store owner's heart full of hatred and dared not speak out. Perhaps in Shen Fei's view, his behavior was to uphold justice, but in the eyes of the boss, it was a bad deed of his livelihood, resulting in his physical disability. The boss now only has hatred for Chen Fei, and there is no gratitude for him in the future.

Chen Fei once again did not do things ruthlessly enough, leaving a disaster. Although this disaster was very small, it might not be fatal, or even threatened him, it was always left behind. He had experienced too few things, and his heart was too compassionate in any case, and he could not be cruel and ruthless, and he also laid the groundwork for future tragedies. But this is true in life. If he was not merciful and soft, he would really suffer a great loss. Chen Fei would never know that only a hard heart can achieve success.

...

Chen Fei was really unhappy in his heart. It was not the first time he did the matter of punishing evil and promoting good. For some reason, he felt sad the more he did it. There were so many people doing evil in the world. Everyone did this, but instead felt like an alien and an incompetent person.

Chen Fei shook his head, not being knocked down by sad feelings, and continued walking forward until he arrived at an open-air stall. The entire stall was a platform built by three wooden boards, which contained all kinds of books, including the music scores and music collections that Chen Fei needed. Ji Kang's "Guangling San" was listed. Although it was not the real version, it was also a complete rubbing with rich content, and it was beautifully bound.

Chen Fei picked up the booklet and flipped it over, smiled, and said to himself, "It's the most honest vendor." He asked the boss immediately, "Boss, how much does this book cost."

The boss looked at him and stretched out five fingers. Chen Fei didn't understand, so he continued to ask, "Is it five taels of silver?"

Unexpectedly, the boss shook his head, stretched out his hand vigorously, and whimpered in his mouth, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

"Fifty taels of silver?" Chen Fei was a little confused. He said that a book sold for fifty taels of silver seemed a bit expensive.

At this time, the person who bought books around him spoke, "The boss is a mute. Don't ask, it's not five taels of silver, nor fifty taels of silver, but five-patterned money."

"You can buy such a thick book with only five tattoos?" Chen Fei's face was confused.

The man smiled: "Haha, when you see that the young master is a rich man, five-patterned money is already a lot for small vendors. If they can earn five taels of silver a month, they will thank the Buddha for appearing."

"Is life so hard?" Chen Fei frowned.

"Young Master is indeed a rich man, and he doesn't understand the sufferings of the world."

Chen Fei asked back: "Looking at my brother's clothes, I probably don't have a hard time."

The man replied, "Who is it better to compare with the princes and nobles, it is still far from enough."

"I'm afraid my identity is quite good if I can compare myself with the best nobles."

“Each one another.”

"I dare to ask my brother, Taigao's name."

"Why do you have to talk about your name when you meet by chance?"

"Brother, I love books, so I love books."

"Young Master Xun's music is obviously a musical song, so you can't say you love books."

"All knowledge is in my mind, and if you have new ones, isn't it?"

"That's the reason."

The man who chatted with Chen Fei was dressed in a Confucian scholar dress, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, holding a folding fan in his hand, which was somewhat similar to those of Yin Chaohua and others, but the sincerity between his eyebrows and eyes did not contain a trace of falsehood, and it still vaguely revealed a bit of awe.

Literature is proud, and literati are noble and do not bow down for five dou of rice. The young man in front of him still vaguely reveals this temperament. The noble aura is like a kind of spirit integrated into the bone marrow, which naturally exudes, which is completely different from Yin Chaohua's hypocritical behavior.

When he just arrived at the stall, Chen Fei did not notice the specialness of this person. After a while, he suddenly found that he was an interesting person and was curious about his surname.

The two looked at each other horizontally, and the man was not as tall as Shen Fei. He was considered a very tall alien in the eyes of ordinary people. There was a charming smile on the corners of his lips, as if the spring breeze was swaying.

"I just remind you that the boss is not able to speak. Don't mistakenly think that I have any special attention to you. Since I have bought the books I like, please check out and leave quickly." On the contrary, the man looked very impatient, and he didn't seem to see Chen Fei's special at all.

"Aren't you leaving?" Chen Fei couldn't help but be curious.

"The mountains of books swept over the sea, and make fun of hardships. This place is a good place to read books. I want to read books for a while before going home."

"As far as I see, my brother is not like a person who is short of money. Why not buy all the books and find a quieter and more comfortable environment to enjoy."

"I stand here to add some popularity to the old man who sells books. Those who come to buy books will not simply suppress the price because of the deserted stalls. The old man can't speak and is very at a disadvantage in arguing with them."

"So that's how it is." Chen Fei's eyes lit up suddenly. After so many years, it was the first time he had seen someone willingly giving to irrelevant people. He asked now: "Brother, I'm sorry, what will happen if there are obstacles in the future?"

"Oh? You want to take the test for me?"

"It's just a proposition without answers. Whether to answer the answer follows my own wishes."

"I'll answer you, it doesn't matter. There are obstacles in the road ahead, so we should go out to the mountains, because today I go out to the mountains, and those who pass by this place in the future will no longer be troubled by this mountain."

"Sigh!" Hearing this, the excitement in Chen Fei's eyes deepened further, and there was a hint of surprise. After so many years, it was the first time he had met someone who gave the same answer as him.

Today I open the mountain and leave. Those who pass by this place will no longer be troubled by this mountain. Only those who care about the people are willing to do such things. Even Shao Baiyu is different from him. After so many years, only the people in front of him have the same ambitions as Shen Fei.

As if he met a friend with similar interests, Chen Fei was further curious about the identity of the person in front of him and asked again: "I admire you if you talk too much, please ask me about my surname."

"I didn't tell you that meeting by chance doesn't matter if you don't know what you know."

"But Chen wants to make friends with his brother."

"No need, I have only one friend, that is books. The so-called book has its own beauty, the book has its own golden house, the book has its own horses, and the book contains everything I need, so my friend has only books."

"Brother, I admire you even more."

"It's not just me, but all of our Confucian scholars are like this."

"Confucian scholar?"

"Yes, it's not Buddha, not Tao, not male or female, and full of strategies and talent are common characteristics of our generation."

"So that's it. It turns out that Brother Tai also has the desire to serve the country in his heart."

"That's natural, but the time has not come." After a pause, the man closed the book in his hand: "You go, you and I are not the same type of people, and I don't want to get to know you."

"Brother, I know who I am."

"What's the difference between knowing or not?"

"Since that's the case, then Chen can only give up."

"Don't forget to give the money to the book."

"rest assured."

In this way, Chen Fei left the book stall protected by Confucian scholars with a rubbing of "Guangling San" in his arms. When he walked to the corner of the alley, he turned his head and looked at the Confucian scholar. He stood tall in white clothes, reciting books in his left hand, and carrying a folding fan in his right hand behind him. He stood firmly before the mountains of books, and was still standing in front of the sea of ​​books. Although there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, he gave people a noble and self-sanity, and could not be defeated or suppressed no matter what. He looked like he would never be in harmony with the darkness, as if he was a clear stream.

Chen Fei nodded and smiled: "I almost forgot that besides the three major factions of Buddhism, demons and Taoism, there is such a special force in the human world. Confucianism! I remember Mr. Yun once said that Yin Chaohua's master Yin Qiushui used Confucianism to enter Taoism."

...

There are dragons and tigers hidden in Jinling City. Chen Fei met all kinds of people here, such as Wang Yangzi, Shuimozi and other experts in Tongtian Sect; monk Jingling and Master Puyuan and other masters of the Buddha Sect; masters of Penglai Immortal Island such as Li Tingxi and Li Tingfang; as well as the Daozong Sanxian who cannot be named; the imperial prince with noble status; and local local snakes such as Linghu Xuanzhou and Murong Baishi.

People of all kinds gathered in the most prosperous Jinling City for their own different purposes and wrote a sorrowing song behind the prosperity. It should be said that the prosperity of Jinling is irreplaceable. This prosperity is an excellent geographical location and a long-term cultural environment, which is created together. The so-called geographical location is the particularity of its estuary of the rivers and rivers; the so-called cultural environment is the attraction of long-term prosperity to the residents of other places in the empire. A large number of young people with dreams come to Jinling for the persistence in their hearts, trying to create a glory. As long as one of them succeeds, the glory will not only belong to him, but will remain in Jinling forever.

If you insist on making a metaphor, Jinling City is like a big pot, with fish, meat, shrimps, and even vegetables in the pot, and it is a stew of stew. Only those who are truly capable can fill the entire pot and cover up the fragrance of others. This is the reality of Jinling City. The strong are respected and the strong are the prey of the weak. Everyone living in Jinling lives under the rules set by the strongest, and living behind the prosperity forged by the strongest, and no resistance can be produced. But it is always the ultimate prosperity. The tragedy that happens to some people is nothing compared to this extreme prosperity.

This is Jinling, a paradise controlled by the devil. Only a truly capable man can do whatever he wants and control everything here!

When he returned to the inn, the eleventh prince Tuoba Lie was waiting for him. According to Ruoxue, His Highness the Prince had a very important matter to ask, and he had already knocked on the door several times early in the morning. Chen Fei felt that it was normal. His Highness the Prince had just made up his mind to join the battle for the throne. At this special time point, the only thing he could rely on was himself.

When he went to the prince's room, he gently pressed the door. The door was open. He could have stepped in with just one step, but he would knock on the door first, because this is the most basic etiquette.

When he knocked on the door, the servant and An Linglong were not included. His Royal Highness, who was walking, turned around immediately when he heard the knock on the door, looked at the door, and saw that it was Chen Fei, he couldn't wait to meet him: "Zhen Daozun, you are here!"

Chen Fei bowed to him and said politely: "I reminisce about the past with my old friend, but I haven't returned overnight. I would like to ask Your Highness to forgive me."

"Where is it, Chen Daozun can get out of his busy schedule, which is a great value to me. I can't even be grateful to me, so I dare not blame me."

"Prince, is there something important to happen?" Chen Fei turned to the topic.

Tuoba Lie walked to the door and looked left and right, and confirmed that no one was allowed to close the door. He pulled Chen Fei to sit in front of the tea table, and leaned closer and whispered: "I want to hide it from Chen Daozun, there is indeed an important thing."

"Your Highness said it's okay."

"The place where Qianqian lives caught fire. The huge fire burned the yard where she lives and the courtyard next to her. Now Qianqian not only has nowhere to go, but also, some visitors who came from the news were clamoring all day long to see her, and the situation became increasingly difficult to control." While speaking, Tuoba Lie sighed deeply, showing fatigue and helplessness.

Chen Fei pressed his shoulders, stabilized his mind, and said, "Where is Miss Qianqian now?"

"In another house."

"Is it still arranged by Murong Baishi?"

"Not bad." That's fine. Let your subordinates tell you that they can't let Qianqian leave no matter what, nor can anyone rush into the yard. We must withstand the pressure and detain her.

"Zhen Daozun, Lie doesn't understand why he did this." Unconsciously, Tuoba Lie no longer regarded himself as the prince in front of Shen Fei.

"Because according to my verification, Miss Qianqian is a major suspect in the death of the third prince, but the power behind her is very strong and not easy to deal with. Maybe if it is not done well, you will be in danger of the prince. But if you do nothing, you will not be able to explain it now. Let's take a step back and say that if this matter is not done beautifully, you will lack confidence in returning to the imperial capital to participate in the battle for the throne. For this reason, the case of the assassination of the third prince must be handled cleanly and beautifully."

"Please tell me how can I handle this case cleanly and beautifully?"
Chapter completed!