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 prolong life!"

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

"The newly arrived Jiangnan brocade silks are all handmade by 28-year-old Jiangnan boudoir women. Their virgin hands are fragrant and fragrant! 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 happens to be the Beijing Central Market. Xixie Street, which is not wide in the first place, is even more crowded. The streets on both sides are crowded with vendors and traders, shouting and making noise, and it is very lively. The shops facing the street are even more crowded.

The counter tents are set up on the street, and colorful silks and flags are hung high. The merchants' storefronts can be seen from a very distance.

Wang Qi, dressed in ordinary clothes, with his hair tied up in a jade crown, shuttled among the crowds, aimlessly browsing the things in the capital.

Wang Shouxin and others followed Wang Qi, 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 to look at Wang Qi, then took three steps in a row and then turned to follow.
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Uh-huh!!

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

If necessary, you 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 sword was 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...

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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 at the same place held down his heartbeat that was pounding like a drum without stopping, and followed quickly without wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Who was that just now?"

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

"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, and it's 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, my lord invites you to come in," the knife-wielding attendant stood by the door. Seeing the old Taoist step forward, he made a gesture of invitation.

"Hey, I lost a hexagram early this morning, which meant that I could have a meal of delicacies from the mountains and seas. Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, you will not deceive me!" The old Taoist casually bowed his head, and then swaggered into the restaurant.

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 Taoist chuckled, coughed slightly, and then stepped in.

There was a crunch, and as soon as the front legs entered, the rear door was closed.

The old Taoist raised his eyes and saw Wang Qi sitting at the table, looking at the old Taoist with interest.

He neither bowed his head nor raised his hands. With a plop, the old Taoist lifted his robe and knelt on the ground.

"The poor Taoist Li Yangshan pays homage to Duke Lang!"

"What do you want from the 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 am a poor Taoist, Guanlang, Duke Lang, your Yintang is so red that it seems to be rising. I was surprised for a moment, lost my composure, lost my composure!"
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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.

"Sir, you belong to fire. The more gold you have, the more it will rise. It can be like a prairie fire. Now you are sitting in a trapped city with a tiger imprisoned in the lake. It is inevitable that you will be powerless." The old Taoist drank his 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 of you will be asking for help from adults, so why should you keep your mood down here and act like a little girl?”

"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. If you want to use Liaodong to occupy the world, there are really few people."

"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 said sarcastically: "My lord, we are in trouble."

"What do you mean?"

"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 Ming's three hundred years of luck, people's hearts are still there, and it is far from over. He wants to be the King of Wei

, it’s 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 taking to the streets to relax.

"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 all the way. He saw a lot, and naturally understood a lot. Liaodong affairs, drafting imperial edicts, raising private property

soldiers, ten thousand

With each passing year, the imperial court watched and feared you. If you don't want to be the King of Wei, some people want to kill you in the capital and become a real wealthy prince who just waits for death.

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"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 is inevitable.

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

"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!"
Chapter completed!