Chapter 205 Welcome to the Prince's Return to the Mansion
early morning.
A bullock cart drives to Lingshui Bridge.
On the Lingshui Bridge, the old farmer had been waiting early and saluted when he saw the bullock cart approaching.
"Mr. Fu, please get in the car."
Feng Qingyan did not get out of the car, so as not to attract others to watch. His fame is too great now. Although several days have passed since he became a saint, there are still a steady stream of people coming from all over the place, all wanting to see the grace of Xusheng.
Baocheng became more and more prosperous because of the Burial Mountain Academy and the sanctification of Feng Qingyan.
The most obvious thing is that the price of houses has skyrocketed, which is a bit scary.
Many people in Bocheng have made a lot of money from this.
Also, the room where Feng Qingyan stayed in the inn for a period of time has become the inn's most luxurious room, and has even become the inn's signature room.
It actually cost dozens of taels of silver a day.
Moreover, it attracted countless scholars and scholars to fight, and when the spirit came, the number reached hundreds of taels.
As for the wooden house on the west side of the academy, it has become a place of pilgrimage for countless students and scholars. All students and scholars who come to Bo City come to the wooden house to pay their respects, or to soak up the fortune of Xusheng.
I heard that someone has already offered 300,000 taels...
But Feng Qingyan was able to become extremely wealthy just by relying on gifts from others, and he did not lack three hundred thousand taels at all.
At this time, even the section of Lingshui River in front of the academy was also called Wudao River, and Lingshui Bridge became Junzi Bridge...
Therefore, everyone is paying attention to Feng Qingyan's every move.
Feng Qingyan knew without guessing that there were definitely many secret agents from various sects and vassal states in Bo City, sending his every move into the hands of their masters.
In fact, meeting at Lingshui Bridge was a wrong choice.
On the Lingshui Bridge, the old farmer bowed to the oxcart, then bowed to the Burial Mountain Academy, and then respectfully stepped onto the oxcart.
"Master Fu, please take a seat." Feng Qingyan said enthusiastically.
"You're welcome to be a saint."
The old farmer said quickly, and after kneeling down, he sighed in his heart.
Unexpectedly, Feng Sanding, whom he had rescued in one moment, would not only be of the bloodline of the Great Emperor, but would also become the number one Void Saint in history. This was really beyond his imagination.
Soon, the ox cart passed through Ba City and headed south.
Qingshan Hou Mansion is located in the vast green mountains in the southeast of the central part of Zhou Tianxia. The location is very secret and ordinary people cannot find it...
However, at this time, many people were secretly following behind the ox cart.
But as he followed, the bullock cart disappeared, making those who were following secretly very anxious.
Naturally, the old man took action in secret.
The cart was still being pulled by Qing Mang, who had already returned from Shu.
After Feng Qingyan returned from Shu, An Xiu asked an eunuch to go to Shu to bring Jiuge, Ditang and others back. Among them, the female ghost was still there, which surprised Feng Qingyan at the time.
Originally, he thought that when he destroyed Youdu, he also destroyed the female ghost.
This actually made him feel guilty for a while.
Not to mention female ghosts, there are actually many ghosts in Youdu City who were innocent and suffered the fire at the city gate.
At this time, Qing Mang was excited and excited. He didn't expect that the gentleman was the number one virtual saint in the world, so he still let the little bull demon pull the cart. It was really cool and he looked up to him so much.
And its status has also increased.
Many cow monsters, horse monsters, etc. want to salute and say hello to it...
In fact, with the gentleman's current status, even the demon prince is willing to pull his cart.
Qing Mang felt that his four hooves were full of power, and he ran away wildly. His four hooves even missed the point, and his speed was faster than when he went to Bashu.
Traveling a thousand miles a day?
slow.
When Feng Qingyan was promoted to Xusheng, he was also promoted from the demon civilian realm to the demon soldier realm.
In the bullock cart, Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and then asked: "May I ask the elder, why did you risk your life to save me that day?"
"Because canonization is the bloodline of the great emperor, and protecting the bloodline of the great emperor is the duty of us ghost clan members," the old farmer said.
"What about before?"
What Feng Qingyan really wants to ask is this.
"Before?"
The old farmer hesitated for a moment and then said: "Because at the time when Feng Sheng was granted the title, he was a Three Tripod Gentleman who was famous all over the world, and he was also one of the Three Great Saints. Therefore, I wanted to have a good relationship with Feng Sheng at that time."
"Just a good relationship?"
Feng Qingyan smiled.
"I heard that if Jin can confer a great sage on his behalf, he will have a chance to enter the Holy Heaven." The old farmer pondered for a moment and then said, "So I want to make him a saint and enter the Holy Heaven on my behalf."
"Master Fu, I want to ask you why you entered the Holy Heaven. You shouldn't be able to tell me, right?"
Seal Qingyan Road.
"Please forgive me for being a saint," the old farmer said with a salute.
Although Feng Qingyan was curious, he did not ask any more questions at this time, but asked about the customs and customs of Qingshan Hou Mansion.
Time passes day by day.
The ox cart soon drove into the vast green mountains.
This vast stretch of thousands of miles of green mountains was a place called Qingshan Kingdom more than two thousand years ago. However, with the destruction of the ghost merchants and the disappearance of the Qingshan Marquis, the Qingshan Kingdom also perished, and in the end only the family order of the Hou Mansion remained.
, that is, the old farmer is still holding on hard, waiting for the return of the palace master...
This wait is more than two thousand years.
However, what was waiting was not the palace master, but the descendant who was suspected to be the palace master.
This is also a good ending.
At this time, the old farmer became a little excited, and he shed tears at some point.
"The elder is so sure that I am the bloodline of the Great Emperor?" Feng Qingyan sighed in his heart, how could he be ignorant of his own situation?
"You will understand when you become a saint and enter the Hou Mansion."
Old Farm Road.
It's getting dark.
Following the old farmer's guidance, the ox cart kept turning left and right, and finally stopped in front of a rocky mountain.
"The canonization has arrived, please get out of the car."
The old farmer said respectfully.
Feng Qingyan didn't bring anything with him, only ten "Shangzi tiles", so he got off the oxcart and looked at the rocky mountain in front of him.
Although it is a rocky mountain, it is entangled with ivy.
"open--"
The old farmer shouted at the stone mountain.
At this time, the center of the stone mountain suddenly turned into two huge stone doors. The stone doors slowly opened to both sides, revealing an entrance filled with black mist.
"Greetings to the elder, I welcome him back to the mansion."
From the entrance filled with black mist, several ghostly voices filled with surprise came out.
The old farmer nodded, turned around and said respectfully: "Please make me a saint."
Feng Qingyan nodded and said to Qingmang, "Just wait outside and don't cause trouble."
"As commanded."
The green cow bowed down.
At this time, Feng Qingyan followed Mr. Fu into the entrance filled with black mist. The feeling was similar to the first time he entered Youdu.
The Qingshan Hou Mansion was also built in a shady place in the world.
Behind the entrance filled with black mist, there is a tall city tower, but it is much inferior compared to the passes of Youdu. The city wall is still pitch black, made of black stones, and also has some weird inscriptions on it.
The texture exudes a touch of majesty.
At this time, Feng Qingyan didn't have any road guides or protective treasures on him.
But being in the dark has no effect on him.
It was just a little uncomfortable at first, but he soon got used to it. No wonder the old man didn't give him any protective treasures.
And Fu Lao is also made of flesh and blood.
Because as a member of the ghost clan, you can walk in the underworld with your flesh and blood body...