"Shuzi!" Mr. Kou turned pale with anger and wished he could order the soldiers to kill him immediately. However, he immediately remembered that he had come in full view of everyone, and that he had deliberately shouted for people to have a banquet and candles. I was afraid that everyone would
Mr. Zhi Ye is waiting for guests!
In this situation, killing someone, let alone yourself, even your own son may not be able to bear it.
Unless he can kill everyone in the store.
If you don't kill him, indeed, as soon as this son makes a noise, everyone in the county will know that the Yu family, a scholarly family, has a servant who leads private soldiers to rob civilian girls. If he comes back, he will be driven out of the Yu family in the least case, and in the worst case, the Yu family will be driven away.
Killed by a magic wand at home.
Thinking about it, I felt a wave of hatred, but I still managed to stay awake. I stared at it with hatred, turned around and left without saying a word. When I went out, I bumped into the boss carrying a food box. When I saw the situation, I was depressed: "Ah, guest
Officer, why don't you have a banquet? Are you leaving now?"
Mr. Kou ignored him and just wanted to leave, but he heard Ye Qing laughing from behind: "Take the money with you, this money will stain my eyes."
Mr. Kou felt resentful, and a soldier went back to get it. The group of people disappeared into the rainy night in the blink of an eye.
"Put it on. If they don't want to eat it, I'll enjoy it myself." Ye Qing ordered lightly, but his palms were sweating as he stared at the rainy night in the distance with a gloomy face.
The person who held the position in the previous life was considered a prominent figure, and he knew these details because he was friends with the rich people in the county.
The Great Yi Martial Arts was compiled by the former Great Yi dynasty with the help of the imperial court. Each type was refined thousands of times, creating an invincible army in an attempt to regain its momentum.
The Iron Army of Dayi swept across the battlefield and was invincible. The so-called rebels, military advisors, and scholars were all wiped out in smoke, and they just destroyed the hidden dragon that was originally pointed out.
The Dao Lord and the Heavenly Court could endure it, but did not directly send the Heavenly Army down.
But God wants to trick people, so how can these methods be used? In just fifteen years, Emperor Yi Ping was killed by warriors, and the great Yi Dynasty, which was supposed to be revived, suddenly fell apart.
It was extremely cruel to kill all the clan members of the previous dynasty.
Although the Great Yi was destroyed, the martial arts scriptures have leaked out. Even now, it is not accessible to ordinary people, but only to the commanders of the counties.
Thinking about this makes me shudder.
But I was thinking about it, and when I saw the boss setting up the table, he calmly sat down on the table and chewed: "Well, it tastes good..."
At this time, the curtain was pulled, and Qianqian came out and poured him wine: "Sir, you woke me up."
"It's my fault. I apologize deeply to Miss Qianqian for waking her up." Ye Qing looked like he was mourning for his heir, and he secretly looked at Qianqian with his eyes, which was very false.
"Don't be like this..." Seeing his expression, Qianqian burst into tears and said in a sob: "I heard what you just said... Young Master, just from your words, I knew that the other party had a lot of background, Qianqian
She's just a little maid, she can't afford to be protected like this by you."
"Nonsense!" Ye Qing scolded angrily, put his hand around her waist, and pulled her closer: "Even if she is a maid, she is also my maid, Ye Qing. Don't worry about what others do."
Qianqian's face was not moved, her eyes were looking at Ye Qing seriously, and she just said: "Master... Master is good to Qianqian, Qianqian cannot be without conscience, and it will bring harm to Master..."
Ye Qing restrained his impudence, his eyes were a little dark, but his face was extremely serious. In an instant, a kind of awe and murderous intent appeared on his body: "Qianqian, listen to me, don't doubt yourself, I, Ye Qing, am Ye Qing
, even if there are all kinds of twists and turns, it does not go against my heart or my original intention - I said I will never give up on you, and no one can take you away unless I am prepared to fight to the death!"
"Qianqian, you are mine and I will never let you go. If you say that again in the future, I will be really angry."
After hearing this, Qianqian stopped talking. She just lay in his arms, feeling his warmth. Her tears fell quietly, and she became wet after a while.
Ye Qing didn't speak. He came from the essence of the earth and didn't take it for granted. Even after experiencing the past life, he still couldn't get rid of it. Every time, he would feel two completely different worlds superimposed on him at the same time, and he would spontaneously try to
Fusion.
This kind of superposition sometimes brings help to him, sometimes it also brings trouble, and sometimes it brings trouble and help at the same time, just like this time.
Moreover, this matter is not that simple. I'm afraid it is still related to the Dragon King's Banquet, and the key lies with Mr. Long... No matter how hard I try, it will all be because of my literary name and luck."
But who is Mr. Long? With such an existence, he has gone through many vicissitudes of life and experienced hundreds of ups and downs. Is he really just a "favorite scholar"?
Seeing Qianqian gradually calm down, Ye Qing fell into memories and gradually closed his eyes.
That day in the Huanglong Tower, every word and deed of Mr. Long, down to the smallest detail, was projected in front of his eyes.
The faint sound of water flowing passed in front of me again, grand and quiet, and then settled on a faint sigh.
"The great road..."
"There is Tao in all three scriptures and five classics of Taoism, but I have never heard of it with big characters." Qianqian was a little confused and couldn't help asking out of habit: "Sir, what is Tao?"
"It is the ultimate that covers everything." Ye Qing then realized that he had uttered this sentence and explained.
Qianqian didn't understand at this time, so she just stared at him, writing this sentence in her mind, but heard Ye Qing say with a smile: "This is just my understanding, everyone has different minds, I might as well tell Qianqian a story...
"
Qianqian sat up straight and listened.
"A long time ago, in a place far, far away, there was a kind of big businessman. They had huge wealth of their own but could not use it due to various rules and restrictions. So they found some small businessmen, examined their abilities, and tried to lend money to them.
They or jointly operate to help them make money, and part of the money earned goes to the treasury of the big businessmen, so the huge wealth bypasses restrictions and is put to good use."
Ye Qing paused and ended the introduction about venture capital. He looked at Qianqian with a smile: "You are a big businessman. When you inspect small businessmen, what do you hope for most and what are you most worried about?"
Qianqian grabbed her small purse and imagined that it was the legendary Xumi mustard seed with a lot of money in it. For a moment, her eyes flashed with golden light and she said seriously: "I hope he has the ability to make money, but I am worried that he will not pay back the money!"
Ye Qing touched her black hair and sighed: "I am just such a small businessman. What I want to prove is just starting from these two aspects."
With this sigh, Qianqian immediately broke free from the golden mountain and silver sea. She understood what Ye Qing was worried about, and this was already the "world of power", a stage exclusively occupied by men.
It turns out that this is what the young master is always worried about...
This was no longer a field that women could engage in. Qianqian's eyes darkened, she stood up and closed the window. The wind howled and the rain beat on the window panes and eaves.
"I still have the ability to make money." Ye Qing took off a piece of paper, placed it on the table with satisfaction, and said, "Read it."
Qianqian came over and stood next to him, whispering: "Golden bottles of wine cost ten thousand, and jade plates of delicacies cost ten thousand. I stopped eating and threw chopsticks. I drew my sword and looked around at a loss. I want to cross the Yellow River and the ice is blocked, but I am about to climb Taihang in the snow.
sky."
At this time, there is a spectacular image. Even if I am a daughter, I read it with a spirit that is full of ambition.
She couldn't help but pause for a moment before continuing to read: "I spend my free time fishing and sitting on the stream, and suddenly I go on a boat and dream of the sun."
My son doesn’t have much fishing experience, so he used his failed fishing experience the day before to manifest.
She smiled knowingly and read out the last sentence: "The journey is difficult, the road is difficult, and the road is divergent, but now I am safe. There will be strong winds and waves, and I will hang my cloud sails and sail across the sea."
Although Qianqian was trained by his wife, it can be said that he is knowledgeable and courteous, but he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. He cannot clearly define this level of poetry, but he is just happy: "Young master, this poem is really excellent."
Ye Qing was dumbfounded, thinking that Li Taibai knew something under the spring, and it was gratifying to think that my family Qianqian praised him so sincerely.
This made me thicker-skinned, and I became even less ashamed of plagiarism. I turned my gaze to the case, and there was already a thick pile of poems and essays similar to this one. This was the result of these days.
When Ye Qing wrote it, he wanted to select a few that were most relevant, and thought over and over again to match his own literary style, status, experience, and age, until they were as good as nature's, and the rest had to be destroyed.
The history of this world is extremely long, said to be millions of years. However, due to the opening of the path to immortality, there are many talented people. Talented people are devoted to the immortal way and enjoy literary affairs. Who is willing to engage in this knowledge?
And the most important thing is that poetry values true feelings and nature, and is generous and restrained with the immortal way. Very few immortals can write high-quality poems, they are all dry "refined" and "Taoist poems"!
It is not uncommon for failed literati to hone their poems, but losers always have a depressed spirit that cannot be extended, so there is a sense of despondency in their poems, and they rarely achieve elegance.
However, Xiandao songs are based on poetry, and there is a great demand for poetry.
Ye Qing had no prophet in his previous life, and he repeatedly encountered obstacles on his path to immortality. However, in the mortal world, he was able to thrive. If not for the catastrophe, no one would be able to escape, and the time of mortals would be oppressed. The outcome and outcome would still be unknown.
, this relies on the edification and accumulation of the earth’s civilization heritage.
In this life, he was lucky enough to foresee a catastrophe, and Ye Qing would never leave a civilization alone.
Just the stack of eliminated poems on the table would shock the literary world one by one. They were eliminated by Ye Qing just because they didn't fit the scene.
If there is no accident, for many poems, the "little maid" in front of them is the only and final reader.
"I spend my free time fishing and sitting on the stream, and suddenly I am riding a boat and dreaming about the sun... Qianqian still likes this sentence the most. Did you write it the day before yesterday?"
Qianqian happily read the poem carefully, unaware that she was beyond the happiness of all the literati in the world. At this moment, she was the person closest to the splendid civilization of this world.
"I just thought about what happened two days ago, even though I only caught one small fish..." Ye Qing laughed, admitted it, opened the door and went out: "Okay, if you want, I will read it to you one by one.
But now I have to arrange something!"
He said with a gloomy look in his eyes: "If I leave in the middle of the night, I'm afraid I'll die. I have to be honest and walk with others to ensure safety. I have to discuss this with the store owner to see which caravan will come my way."
"Wait a minute, I'll get an umbrella... Young Master, be careful on the road, go early and come back early."
Qianqian rushed out of the hospital, handed over a prepared oil-paper umbrella, and saw her figure covered in white mist, swallowed up by a stage called "World of Power."
The thoughts that had been swirling in her heart these days finally became clear. If this continues, one day they will drift apart. She will never accept such a distance. She must be able to help the young master... Didn't the young master say that? Everyone must do something for him.
Work hard for your own happiness, and there is no happiness that comes from charity.
Under the autumn wind and drizzle, her bright eyes flashed, her little face puffed up, and she clenched her little fists.