Yuan Ming didn't care about the departure of the Eighth Prince's son. He was just here to go through the motions and was about to find a place to sit down, but someone gathered around him first.
"Haha, Brother Yuan, I haven't seen you for a few years. How are you?" A thin man in white said with his hands.
Yuan Ming recognized him as Cheng Cheng, the son of the Minister of Rites, and immediately returned the greeting: "Brother Cheng, thank you, Yuan is fine."
Next to him, a somewhat obese man said impatiently: "What annoys you the most, you scholars, who are so fussy every day. Brother Yuan just came back from southern Xinjiang with great difficulty. He must have experienced nine deaths. You still ask such nonsense?"
This is Gong Jie, the son of the Guards Commander. Yuan smiled when he heard this: "Brother Gong, I am also a scholar."
"Speaking of this, I've just finished reading Brother Yuan's new book "Journey to the South of Master Sheng". It's really exciting! Are the southern Xinjiang stories in it made up by you, or are they real experiences?" Gong Jie looked at it expectantly.
Yuan Ming asked.
"Well, that's up to your imagination." Yuan Ming blinked at Fatty Gong and said with a mysterious smile.
Gong Jie was not satisfied with his answer and coaxed him to talk about his experiences in southern Xinjiang. Cheng Cheng also started to help.
At this time, several more important ministers' children gathered around and started asking questions.
Yuan Ming couldn't make any excuses, so he simply concealed his identity as a monk and told the half-truth and half-false story about Wusang, which caused everyone to exclaim.
"I remember, there is a similar story in "Master Sheng's Journey to the South"!" shouted someone with a good memory.
At this time, everyone felt that "Master Sheng's Journey to the South" was Yuan Ming's true experience. They each raised their own understanding and questions about the story, and pestered Yuan Ming for answers.
Yuan Ming dealt with them for a long time, his mouth went dry, and everyone was satisfied.
Suddenly, someone said abruptly: "Why didn't Lin Junsheng come today?"
"He has now climbed a high branch and entered Changchun Temple. He looks down upon us brothers who have no talent. Why did he come here?" Gong Jie sneered.
"And I've heard all about it. It's been a month since Brother Yuan came back from southern Xinjiang, but he hasn't even visited him once. Fortunately, Brother Yuan used to treat him as a close friend. I think he is just a villain!" Cheng
Cheng Ye echoed.
As soon as this statement came out, the crowd was furious, and they all accused Lin Junsheng of being unjust.
But what is unexpected is that Yuan Ming coughed twice and said: "You have also misunderstood. In fact, I quite understand Brother Lin. After all, the road to practice is as difficult as climbing to the sky. He has the same lack of talent as me, but now he has the opportunity."
, naturally we have to cherish it more and work harder to realize our vision."
Hearing this, everyone praised Yuan Ming for his magnanimity and followed him even more enthusiastically.
Just at this moment, in front of the stairs, a tall and beautiful woman in white was surrounded by maids, coming in style. She just raised her head and met Yuan Ming's eyes.
The woman smiled at Yuan Ming and walked aside without coming around.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Ming apologized to everyone around him, walked to the woman, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Sister Loulan, I didn't expect you to come too, and you didn't come to my house to see me."
"Your house is busy with traffic now, and I can't afford it. For more than three years, you have been traveling around the mountains and rivers, but you haven't written any letters?" the woman in white said coolly.
Yuan Ming smiled bitterly: "Sister Loulan, you misunderstood me. I do have something to hide."
"Forget it, I've become famous again this time. Several of my best friends are pestering me to ask you for a few calligraphy paintings to relieve the pain of lovesickness. There is also a bold one who wrote a letter to ask for help.
I transfer,
Do you need me to show it to you?" Lou Lan, a woman in white, teased.
Yuan Ming smiled dejectedly and said: "It's better to waive the letter. I'm worried that if I read the letter, my heart will be affected, and I won't be free."
Loulan said angrily: "You have really changed since you went to Southern Xinjiang and came back."
Yuan Ming chuckled and whispered: "Seriously, when are you and Tianming going to get married? Get married as soon as possible. The higher you practice, the harder it will be to have children in the future."
Loulan blushed and said, "Bah! Tianming and I thought that it wouldn't be too late to get married when you came back from Southern Xinjiang, but who would have expected that you disappeared in Southern Xinjiang and that he suddenly became an immortal for some reason.
Even the government is becoming more and more neglected, and I see him less often, so I'm afraid he has also changed his mind."
Yuan Ming was silent, not knowing how to comfort Lou Lan for a while.
At this moment, Lou Lan suddenly laughed: "I have just become an immortal, not a eunuch. If the mountain is not mine, I will go to the mountain. I have already thought about it. If he joins the Changchun Temple, I will also join the Changchun Temple.
I used to block him in the sect to see if he dared to marry me!"
As he said that, Lou Lan stared at Yuan Ming: "Don't tip him off. I have reached the sixth level of Qi Refining now. If you let it slip, huh."
"I won't go to Changchun to watch." Yuan Ming quickly shook his head.
"Stop being angry. You are still holding on to the past. Don't worry. Once you enter the sect, if someone dares to ridicule you for your lack of talent, I will help you teach him a lesson!" Lou Lan said fiercely.
Yuan Ming was moved and could only vaguely say: "Thank you, Sister Loulan."
Loulan snorted lightly and asked again: "You are also a monk now. How many levels of Qi refining are you at?"
"We have just entered the late stage of Qi refining," Yuan Ming said.
"How did you achieve this in three years? It's impossible! You were obviously an ordinary person with ordinary spiritual roots when you left Beijing!" Loulan said.
"I obtained the Changchun Guan Kung Fu three years ago. There are many adventures in southern Xinjiang," Yuan Ming said.
"You're lying. How could you have the Changchun Guan Kung Fu? You didn't practice it until dawn when you left. You were talking nonsense. You left." Lou Lan said.
When the maid accompanying her saw Lou Lan suddenly getting up to leave, she asked, "Ah, why did the lady leave right after she arrived?"
Loulan turned around and feigned anger: "I don't want to be with a liar."
Yuan Ming hurriedly stepped forward to explain and told many interesting stories about southern Xinjiang to arouse Loulan's curiosity about his cultivation.
Reunited after a long absence, the two chatted for a long time until the prince returned.
Lou Lan was not very interested in the Wenhui. The main reason for coming here was to meet Yuan Ming. After all, he had reached the age of marriage, and it was not convenient to visit Yuan Ming alone on weekdays. Upon seeing this, he voluntarily resigned and left Dingyang.
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Late at night.
Yuan Ming walked out of Dingyang Tower surrounded by everyone, his cheeks were a little red, he had obviously drunk a lot of wine. Search Soquwu on Baidu.
Outside the door, Wang Shun, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward. The guards helped Yuan Ming into the carriage and drove towards the general's mansion.
The carriage had not gone far. In the carriage, Yuan Ming suddenly said, slightly drunkenly: "Let's go to Lin Junsheng's house first."
"Master, it's already so late, you'd better go back and rest early." Wang Shun advised.
"Hey, immediately, immediately!" Yuan Ming showed the power of the young master of Yuan Mansion.
Helpless, the guards could only escort Yuan Ming to Lin Mansion.
Yuan Ming got off the carriage and walked a little unsteadily
Arriving at the door of Lin's mansion, a guard knocked hard on the door.
Soon, the door opened, and a concierge poked his head out impatiently: "Who is this late at night? Oh, Mr. Yuan, why are you here?"
Yuan Ming did not answer: "Let Lin Junsheng come out and see me!"
"This... villain, go and report it now." The concierge was startled, and then retreated.
Soon, he poked his head out again: "Mr. Yuan, I'm very sorry. My young master is practicing in seclusion recently, and it's not convenient to see guests."
"Let him come out to see me! Immediately!" Yuan Ming said angrily.
"Master Yuan, please don't embarrass me." The concierge said with a bitter look on his face.
Yuan Ming said: "Okay, please give Lin Junsheng a message. I will wait for him here for half a quarter of an hour. If he doesn't come, don't regret it in the future!"
The concierge had no choice but to send the message again, but this time, he did not come back.
Half an hour later, Yuan Ming sneered and turned back to the carriage without saying a word.
"Go home."
Wang Shun didn't know what happened, so he could only drive the carriage back to the general's mansion in confusion.
Shortly after Yuan Ming left, another carriage stopped at the door of Lin Mansion. A man in black wearing a bamboo hat got down from the carriage and knocked on the door of Lin Mansion.
After waiting for a while, no one responded, so he was not annoyed and continued to knock on the door. Soon, the concierge poked his head out again.
The man in black didn't say anything, he just took out a token and showed it to the concierge.
The concierge recognized that this was Lin Junsheng's personal token and quickly opened the door and let the mysterious man in.
Under his leadership, the man in black quickly arrived in front of Lin Junsheng's retreat room. Before he could step forward, the door suddenly opened.
The man in black walked quickly into the house, took off his bamboo hat and put it aside, and said directly: "I saw Yuan Ming coming to find you."
Under the candlelight, his face was extremely clear, and he was clearly the son of the Eighth Prince.
"I know, but what exactly does he want to do?" Lin Junsheng nodded.
The Eighth Prince said: "Perhaps, he is still thinking about your old relationship. At tonight's literary meeting, I specially asked someone to test him, but he defended you."
Lin Junsheng was silent, his expression changing inexplicably under the candlelight.
"You don't think he can really forgive you, do you?" The prince sneered.
"Of course I will not be so naive, but His Majesty and he are brothers and sisters. Now that he has returned, will His Majesty make a move on me?" Lin Junsheng shook his head.
The prince said: "Don't worry, you are now a disciple of Changchun Temple, and he has no evidence. Yuan Ming can survive because of your mistake. Your father has fulfilled your request, and the imperial master has made an exception to accept you as his disciple. You also
Entering Changchun Temple, but I can't protect you for a while, Yuan Ming, you have to solve it yourself."
"I know it well." Lin Junsheng nodded, but the hand hidden behind his back was squeezed tightly.
The prince didn't care what he was thinking, and put on the bamboo hat again: "You can continue to retreat. Everything is based on the succession of the father. I'm leaving."
Lin Junsheng was silent and did not get up to see the prince off.
Soon, the prince boarded the carriage again and galloped away.
However, after he left, in a dark alley next to the Lin Mansion, a black soul crow flew down from the sky and delivered the blue orb in its mouth to Yuan Ming's hand.
There was no trace of alcohol on Yuan Ming's face at this moment, he was playing with the orb in his hand and his eyes were dark.