Chapter two hundred and eighty showdown, don't pretend
"Too great!"
Hundreds of Changming palace lanterns were arranged on both sides. The oil extracted from the sharks' bodies turned into a source of eternal flame, illuminating this huge palace as bright as day.
Even such a bright light couldn't dispel the gloom on Emperor Daqian's face. He held a token with a strange texture in his hand, in which divine light reflected, showing a man riding six dragons patrolling the sky. exist.
And the face of that existence had appeared in his sleep countless times, turning into a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of. He often woke up from his night dreams, dripping with cold sweat and unable to control himself.
"Feng Bingwen!"
Emperor Chongming gritted his teeth and shouted out the name that made him particularly disgusted.
He originally had an indifferent attitude towards this sage who was reincarnated in Daqian territory, after all, it had no influence on him.
But it wasn't until he heard that the sage had taken away an immortal tripod that had been guarded by Daqian for three hundred years that he felt angry. This was like a subtle psychology of having his own treasure stolen.
Even though that treasure never really belonged to him from beginning to end. But before that sage appeared, the immortal cauldron never belonged to anyone.
That was all, Da Qian had no real losses, but until this sage threw out a few, they had some merits, but they were full of youthful spirit and unreal and beautiful strategies.
Although this caused some turbulence in the government and the public, when the sage did not actually enter the court, these turmoils quickly subsided, and the sage even disappeared without doing anything.
However, one of the relatives of the sage took part in the imperial examination, while the other was engaged in business. The old scholar who took the imperial examination was quite talented in literature, but with his temperament, if he had not had a good grandson, he would not have been able to rank first.
That's all. He is just an old guy who is over fifty years old. Even though he is in good health, he is still a mortal. Although his personality is a little more upright and he speaks without scruples, he will visit him every now and then, or he will visit the court. minister, but it’s nothing.
What really frightened the emperor was the sage biological father who chose to go into business. Originally, he did not take seriously this guy who abandoned literature and went into business.
However, when the beasts from the Northern Plains invaded, he actually spent all his wealth to help the people. Regardless of whether he did it intentionally or not, this move has already allowed him to accumulate a lot of popularity.
If he is an ordinary merchant, no matter what his connections or background, as long as he does similar behavior, he will definitely order an army to confiscate his family property and punish his entire family to let him know what the power of God is and what the wrath of the emperor is!
But he couldn't move or dare to move this one. He had already received news from Qingmang Mountain that the sage was going to join the Twelve Paths of Xuanmen. In the eyes of the emperor, this was more like a return.
A businessman with such a background, even if he is a king, would not dare to act rashly, even if he makes an act that is indistinguishable from rebellion.
Emperor Chongming wanted to ask what the businessman named Feng Zichuan wanted to do.
If this businessman wants to be the emperor, will the reincarnated sage, who is his son, fulfill his wish and push down the current emperor and support his father to become the king of the dynasty?
This possibility is very weak, and can even be called unfounded worries, but it does exist. The sage has such strength.
"Your Majesty, calm down!"
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"Master, is this your home?"
Above Wolong Lake, a large group of people and a small group that Feng Bingwen took to the sky above Bai Yujing looked at the vaguely visible small village in the distance with eyes full of amazement.
There are villages like this everywhere, but they are not much different. They are so ordinary that it is unbelievable that their master, who can defeat Daozi, was actually born in such a place.
"Well, you stay here and don't move around. I'll come back as soon as I go!"
Feng Bingwen could see an old man grazing geese by the river, and his eyes showed a feeling of admiration that the followers around him had never seen before.
"grandmother!"
The young man's figure appeared by the river. The old woman who was herding geese was startled slightly when she heard the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, and then turned around.
"Xiao Wen'er!"
The old man's eyes showed genuine surprise. He pushed away the big goose who was beside her and wanted to be intimate with her, and then walked towards Feng Bingwen with vigorous movements.
Her steps are strong and powerful, and she walks like the wind. She does not have the frailty and aging that an old man of this age should have at all. Instead, she looks like a young girl in her prime.
"You are finally back!"
Feng Bingwen hurriedly greeted him, and the old man grabbed his arm. There were no many wrinkles anymore, and even the calluses had begun to fade away with his palms, stroking him up and down, as if he was worried that his grandson would leave.
"Grandma, don't get excited, I'm right here and I won't run away."
"Who told you to leave as soon as you left? For such a long time, except for a few letters sent back that I couldn't understand at all, I couldn't even see a trace of you."
The old man complained nonchalantly and pulled Feng Bingwen to sit down by the lake.
"It's my fault. I encountered something outside. I didn't expect it would be delayed for so long. I originally planned to come back every few months."
"What took you so long? But you met a girl you like?"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Old Woman Ye's eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a flame burning deep in her pupils.
"No!"
"How is it possible? Let me do the math. You must be fourteen years old this year. How could a young man of this age not have a girl he likes? At this time, your grandfather would lie in front of my house every day and let me
Dad beat me with a stick several times!"
"Is there anything else?"
After hearing about his old man's youth, Feng Bingwen also became interested and asked questions again and again, changing the topic by the way.
"Your grandfather used to..."
As soon as the young man asked, the old man immediately fell into reminiscing about the good things he had experienced. As he spoke, tears flowed out of the corners of the old man's eyes.
"Well, you are all busy, and so is your grandfather. Even he himself did not expect that he could pass the imperial examination that time. He finally completed his lifelong pursuit, but he has gone to the capital now. I may not have seen him for a long time.
It’s his turn.”
The old man's palm was grasped on Feng Bingwen's wrist, and he never let go from the beginning to the end, and he was talking about the changes in his family in the past year.
Although her son and daughter-in-law are filial, there are already half a hundred servants in the house. So many people are surrounding an old guy like her, eating, drinking, sleeping, and being taken care of.
However, this made her not used to it, and she also felt a kind of loneliness, because the old man who had been with her all her life had gone to the capital, leaving her alone at home.
"Wen'er, can you tell your parents that I really don't need so many people to serve me. I was born to work hard. How can I enjoy such wealth?"
"Grandma, you have worked hard for most of your life, and you should enjoy it. I will talk to my parents when the time comes, but you can eat when you need to eat and drink when you need to drink. Otherwise, wouldn't my father's money be in vain? "
"You kid, what nonsense are you talking about?"
...Feng Bingwen finally broke his promise, and Hua Chaoyan and Xiong Chuyue waited for three full days before seeing him again.
But this time Feng Bingwen acted vigorously and went to see his mother and his old father who were busy relieving the victims, but the couple was now very busy.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen did not show up, but secretly injected a few strands of fairy spiritual energy into their bodies to help them dredge Zhou Shen's blood energy.
Then, Feng Bingwen went to Daqian Kyoto again. After appreciating the prosperity and bustle of the capital, he relied on the blood connection to find the old man who was busy writing.
Feng Bingwen, who was hiding his figure, stood behind the old man and took a look. After seeing what was written on it, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
How should I put it? This old man of mine is using his pen as a sword to unceremoniously criticize several "big figures" who hold real power in the DPRK. Although there is not a single curse word in it, the fierceness of his words makes Feng Bingwen a little nervous. Can't live.
"What are all of these doing?"
Feng Bingwen's consciousness wandered around this relatively elegant mansion. He, the old man, seemed to have received the post less than a year after entering the court, but he was just an ordinary speaker. official.
However, his old man seems to have maximized his position as an official. From the emperor to the officials, even his immediate boss...any person or thing that he doesn't like, no matter what their status, he dares to do so. spray.
To put it bluntly, it was his old man, but if it were another person, trees would have grown on the graves.
However, the same thing happened to the old man Feng Bingwen created in his mind. I don't know that his old man was not as wild as he is now after entering the court. The reason why he is so arrogant is the experience gained through trial and error.
The wording of the old man's first memorial was actually very conservative, and he had to think about the words for a long time before he dared to write them.
But when I got drunk once, I got excited and couldn't control my emotions, so I sprayed the Taiwei. Not only did he get nothing wrong, but he also got a commendation from the emperor.
The old man realized that something was wrong, and then he gradually let go of his hands and feet and became Feng Bingwen, as he sees now.
"Meow~"
At this time, a muscular black cat with a black body and smooth satin-like hair jumped from the window into the study room and jumped onto the desk where the old man was writing furiously.
"black?"
Feng Bingwen looked surprised. He didn't expect that his old man would actually bring this mysterious cat with him.
Meow~
The black cat barked again, tilted its head, and looked at Feng Bingwen with some confusion.
"Um!"
The old man who was writing furiously paused for a moment, raised his head, and stared at the black cat squatting on the table. Then, following the black cat's line of sight, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Feng Bingwen's hiding place.
"Who's there?"
The old man's voice was stern, revealing an indescribable majesty. It seemed to be true. It was confirmed that besides him, there was a second person in the study room. Even in his eyes, everything in front of him was empty. None, but he believed in this cat that his grandson picked up.
"Uncle Tiger!"
There was still no movement for a long time. Feng Lingjun turned his head and looked at the man who was squatting on the desk. He had already begun to lick his paws. He chose the cat with a relaxed expression, frowned slightly, and called out. This is the name the old man gave the cat. , I don’t know how much better it is than the name Feng Bingwen.
Meow~
When the old man called out, Xuan Mao, who was licking his fur, raised his head and responded, obviously very satisfied with the name.
"Is there anyone there?"
In Feng Bingwen's incomprehensible eyes, the old man asked a strong and powerful cat with a hair as thick as fire with an extremely natural expression.
Meow~
Hearing the old man's question, Xuan Mao responded with a call. The tone was slightly different. I don't know if the old man understood it. He sat down slowly, picked up the ink pen, frowned and thought, and then raised his head again.
"Wen'er?"
This time the tone was not very sure, but rather tentative.
"Is my grandson here?"
Feng Lingjun stared at the civet in front of him, paying attention to his every move. Some things have been experienced a lot, and naturally he has experience. For example, when he came to Kyoto, before leaving, he had an idea and raised this cat at home. The cat was brought.
Xuanmao remained silent, his orange vertical pupils gradually blooming with rays of light, staring straight at Feng Bingwen.
"It seems so."
The old man nodded, sat on the Taishi chair, his back as straight as a pine tree, looked around the empty study room, and spoke to himself.
"The official position I hold now is not high, it is only the fifth rank. Although it is lower, I can check some secret files, and I also know some things.
My dear grandson, you have nursed me back to health, right? You have been hiding this from me for a long time, do you still want to keep hiding it?"
"Grandpa, I don't want to keep it a secret forever, but I'm not ready for a showdown with you either."
Feng Bingwen, who originally planned to just take a look at the old man and leave to lead the reincarnation of the ancient immortal, had to show up at this time. Just as he had expected and expected, his family finally discovered the extraordinary in him .
"Really?"
Seeing his grandson who suddenly appeared in front of him and seemed to have grown taller, the old man had a trace of astonishment on his face, but it soon turned into a smile.
"I thought you would never come out. Although Uncle Tiger is smart and no different from other people, I can't understand what his call means. I can only make a guess."
"You have already called me by my name. As a junior, how can I not respond?"
"But are you really my grandson?"
The old man's expression became dark and the smile on his face disappeared.
"Of course it is."
Feng Bingwen replied without hesitation.
"But what I saw in the files recorded by the court was that of a reincarnated sage!"
"What do they know?"
Feng Bingwen sneered,
"If I really am a saint, how can they see my true identity?"