Early the next morning, in the ruined temple outside Bianliang City, Xie Changyuan opened his eyes and felt that he had slept extremely comfortably last night.
He had no idea what happened last night. He sat up and stretched with a comfortable look on his face. He felt his stomach and felt a little hungry.
"It's time to go into town." He was about to get up and pack his things.
He didn't have many things, only two heavy swords and a few immortal weapons in a sack. They were robbed from Zhenren Ziyin and have never been used.
At first, he also planned to use it to practice the Zen breathing method and absorb the Gengjin Qi into his body to strengthen himself.
But after thinking about it carefully, he still felt that it would be best to try to find some rare gold and iron with special properties. Although these immortal weapons are of good quality, the focus is on the aura of immortality injected into the forging process, and the texture itself is not too good.
If it is more superior to others, it is better than the iron and stone from the mine, and it is not worth absorbing into the body.
Xie Changyuan was quick with his hands and feet and quickly carried the things on his back. He was just a little confused as to why the rice bowl dropped by Guangji rolled to the side. Could it be that he accidentally kicked it while he was sleeping?
He didn't pay too much attention, he just picked up the rice bowl of unknown material and put it into the sack. Then he hung the Daqin God-killing Crossbow on his waist and left the ruined temple with a long stride.
Approaching the city gate again, Xie Changyuan found that the queue entering the city was obviously much more crowded. It was not that the number of people entering and leaving the city had increased, but that the flow rate had slowed down.
Xie Changyuan put up a pergola with his hands. His left eye had excellent vision and he could see the movement at the city gate from a few hundred meters away.
There were obviously more soldiers guarding the city gate than yesterday, and there were several large buckets placed on the ground. I don't know what they contained.
Anyone who wanted to enter the city would be stopped when they passed the city gate, and then the defenders would scoop a ladle of liquid from a bucket and pour it on them.
Although no one wants to be drowned as soon as they enter the city, no one dares to say no when facing the Imperial City soldiers. They can only cover their faces as much as possible to avoid being splashed in the face.
"What the hell?" Xie Changyuan cursed secretly.
He thought that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty was playing some trick again, so he immediately pricked up his ears and lined up to enter the city while eavesdropping on the people around him to see if they knew anything about the inside story.
"I heard that Bianliang City was haunted yesterday, which caused panic among people both inside and outside the city."
"Isn't that right? Those of us who live outside the city don't know if it's true or not. When we come in early in the morning, we have to be splashed with water. Who the hell knows what kind of water it is? Isn't it scooped out of the ditch?"
Someone complained.
The winter solstice has passed, and the Song Kingdom near the northern border has also entered winter. People passing by have put on thin cotton clothes to keep out the cold. The weather is getting colder day by day, and I don't know when the first snow will fall.
In this kind of weather, if someone throws cold water on them, they will have to catch the cold when they turn around. I don’t know what the wind is in this idiot emperor’s brain. It’s just a ghost. Why do you have to pour cold water on others?
In this regard, people who knew a little bit about the details started to explain.
"You don't know, right now, that is the holy water of the Twelve Divine Palaces. In order to prevent those unclean things from getting into Bianliang City, His Majesty the Emperor decreed that everyone entering and leaving must be baptized with holy water, even the city walls
I have to wash it with this stuff every day."
Everyone suddenly realized it, but they did not accept it.
On the other hand, some believers who came to the city every day to listen to the sermons at the Twelve Shrines were so delighted that they crowded in and got splashed. They even asked for a sip of the so-called holy water, and then entered the city trembling.
Hearing this, Xie Changyuan immediately lowered his face and squinted at the buckets of so-called holy water placed on the ground.
Naturally, he would not allow the dirty water of the Twelve Divine Palaces to be poured on him.
As he gradually advanced in the team, when it was his turn to be at the front of the team, ready to be baptized with the holy water of the shrine,
"call!"
At the moment when the soldier lowered his head to scoop out water, Xie Changyuan's body moved and disappeared as if he turned into a wisp of smoke. At the same time, the buckets on the ground exploded one after another.
"puff!"
The holy water splashed out with a clear target, turning all the city gate soldiers into drowned rats, making them grinning and jumping up and down in the cold.
The soldiers were inexplicably unlucky, and naturally no one paid any attention to Xie Changyuan. Many people laughed when they saw this, as if they were enjoying themselves seeing these unscrupulous guys pouring cold water on passers-by in the winter.
At this time, Xie Changyuan had already stepped hundreds of feet into the city gate without looking back.
Entering the city, Xie Changyuan walked through the busy streets, searching for someone on the road.
The streets were bustling with people coming and going in an endless stream. Most of the people living in the capital were wealthy and wealthy. There were many wealthy officials passing by in sedan chairs. There were also some minor Beijing officials dressed in plain clothes. The local people were also dressed quite decently.
Xie Changyuan looked around and gently touched his stomach with one hand, seeming to relieve the hunger in his stomach.
Suddenly, an exclamation caught his attention.
Turning his head, there were two girls standing in the crowd, not far from Xie Changyuan.
The two girls are both in their twenties. One is small in stature, with a round and cute face, while the other is tall, with an oval face, eyebrows, and a pair of bright, sharp eyes.
The round-faced girl looked at Xie Changyuan in surprise, and actually showed a bit of joy.
Xie Changyuan was confused now. He didn't recognize these two women at all.
The two women exchanged a few words in a low voice, and then ran towards Xie Changyuan. Two pairs of big eyes looked at the latter with great curiosity.
"I know you, you are Xie Changyuan who beat Xu An violently at Sigui Tower last night!" The tall girl had a look in her eyes.
Xie Changyuan took a look at her and found that this woman had some basic skills, had the fifth level of physical training, and was well-dressed. She must be a wealthy daughter who practiced martial arts.
As for the other round-faced girl, although she is good-looking, she is an ordinary person with no cultivation.
Seeing them mentioning this matter, Xie Changyuan recalled it and found that he had no memories of these two people. They must have just been two ladies in Guiyuan who were lost in the crowd.
"Do you want to trouble me on behalf of Xu An?" Xie Changyuan raised his eyebrows.
He subconsciously thought that the person in front of him was an admirer of Xu An, and he blocked him this time to bring bad luck to him.
Hearing this, the tall girl gave Xie Changyuan an angry look.
"Whoever wants to stand up for that deceitful disciple who deceives the world and steals his reputation will not be so good for the two of us."
Then, they introduced themselves with smiles.
The tall girl's name is Wang Moting, and the round-faced girl's name is Gao Yanqing. They are both very elegant names.
Of course, the most important thing is that they are the daughters of Gao Wenchong and Wang Huan respectively. One of them was the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, and the other was a third-rank censor.