Chapter 520: Now is the time to be short of money!
Then the flying needle drew a red divine light in the void and returned to Wang Tong's hand.
"Although my long sword is not a good thing, it is still worth hundreds of gold. If you break it for me, your flying sword belongs to me."
Wang Tong said calmly.
Now Wang Tong is short of money, and everything is money.
"You go too far!"
Murong Yan's face was anxious, but her expression soon calmed down. She knew that she was no match now.
"I'll ask you a few questions, and as long as you answer them, I can let you go!"
Wang Channel.
"What's the question? Ask and listen!"
Murong Yan thought for a while and said.
"First question, what other purpose does your Daqian Dynasty have for coming to Daqian Dynasty besides finding the reincarnation of Grand Master Yuwen? Second question, how much do you know about Taishang Dao."
Wang Tong asked, after all, his mother in the past was a very righteous person.
"Besides looking for reincarnation, I have nothing else to do."
Murong Yandao.
"We at Xuantian Pavilion don't know very much about the Taishang Dao, but everything they do is very low-key and secretive. They have no Taoist temples and very few followers!"
"There is only one leader, one goddess, and three elders. The leader Meng Shenji. Back then, there was a goddess who was his sister Meng Bingyun, but I heard that she got married later!"
"The Wangqing Dao who practiced Taishang Dao, marrying someone is a failure, and he fell directly. The name of the current Taishang Dao Saint is Su Mu!"
"That's all I know!"
Murong Yandao.
"Do you have anything else to ask me?"
"Can you draw? Can you draw the portrait of Taoist Xuantian in Xuantian Pavilion?"
Wang Tong asked.
"You want to spy on the Taoism of my Xuantian Pavilion? Only those who have practiced to the realm of ghosts and immortals can visualize the portrait of Tianzun. What we usually see is just a tablet!"
Murong Yandao.
Wang Tong suddenly became vigilant. In this way, the portrait of Xuantian Taoist Master should be like the Amitabha Sutra. You can understand the Taoist rhyme by just visualizing it, so it cannot be easily visited by ordinary people. p>
"I just want to study it. Besides, a portrait cannot reveal the secret of Taoism."
Wang Tong smiled.
"Okay, since you're not afraid of being possessed by someone else, then I'll draw it for you. If you don't have the right mind, your drawing will be of no use."
Murong Yandao.
Murong Yan walked into the room. She did not touch the wall directly. Instead, she pinched the seals with both hands in front of her. Her expression was solemn. After a long time, she started to pick up the paintbrush.
Wang Tong nodded at the side, and it could be seen that Murong Yan was really painting seriously.
She sketched hundreds of strokes in succession, and gradually, he sketched out a tall statue of a god with three heads and six arms. The statue's face was full of a sinister smile, and there were different seals on each boat.
The portrait seems to be coming out of the depths of darkness, trying to turn the entire bright world into darkness!
"Nice painting!"
Wang Tong praised.
"This painting can show your level of cultivation. If your level is higher, you should be able to draw better!"
He knows that this portrait can only be regarded as a very low-level reference and cannot be used for in-depth cultivation, otherwise he will definitely become obsessed!
"Okay! You can go!"
Wang Channel.
"Your charms and other things can be taken away, but your flying sword must be recorded and compensated to Xiao Mu."
After Wang Tong finished speaking, he found that Murong Yan was looking at him with a strange look, and he immediately frowned.
"What's going on? Why don't you leave?"
"You really let me go? Aren't you afraid that when I come back after recovering from my injuries, I will kill you, take away your flying needle, and take Xiao Mu away with me!"
Murong Yan stared at Wang Pass.
"Of course I have scruples, but I am a person who keeps my word. Now that I have said it, I will not go back on it easily."
Wang Channel.
"Okay! Since you abide by the agreement, then I, the daughter of a noble Marquis, will not do anything despicable."
"If you are interested in selling the blood-patterned steel flying needle to me later, go to the Jubaozhai in the capital and find the shopkeeper Feng Tie. He is mine."
After Murong Yan finished speaking, she left Wang Tong's yard directly. After she left, Wang Tong breathed a sigh of relief.
This woman is like a god of plague here. He must always be careful of sneak attacks by the other party's spirit, and cannot kill her easily.
Now that she is gone, it is the best outcome.
After Murong Yan left, Wang Tong practiced his soul every day, and his martial arts skills had reached the level of a warrior.
That morning, as soon as Wang Tong got up to practice, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside the yard.
After a while, several slaves holding gilded invitations came in. After they entered the place, they asked directly:
"Who is Mr. Wang Tong?"
After they asked Shen Tianyang clearly, they handed the invitation directly into his hands, and then the servants left in a hurry.
"Invitation from Prince Yu?"
After Wang Tong took the invitation from Shen Tianyang, he immediately saw the words on it, but there was a line of small words at the bottom of the invitation that was added later.
"Brother Wang Tong, I hope you will definitely come, and don't forget to bring my electric horse with you!"
The signature is Xiao Hao, and Xiao Hao is the former Little Marquis Chang Le.
"Prince Yu is the fourth son of the prince, and he is also the strongest competitor of the current prince. If he goes, it will be equivalent to taking sides. I don't know whether to go."
But Mr. Chang Le has invited him, so he might as well go.
"Xiao Mu! Clean up and come with me to attend the banquet at Prince Yu's Mansion later!"
"Prince Yu is twenty-four years old. He has not led troops to fight, but he serves in the household department of the imperial court. Money and food must pass through his hands."
Wang Tong said to himself that since he occupied such a good position, he naturally opened a mansion, recruited many followers, and gradually grew into a figure who could compete with the prince!
"Even if I won the first place before, but Wuhe is a member of the prince's lineage, will Prince Yu not know what he asked me to do?"
Wang Tong has already set off, and he is constantly thinking in his heart while riding on the horse.
After arriving at Prince Yu's Mansion, there were already servants waiting here. They directly accepted the invitation and moved Wang Tong's horse to take care of it.
The servants in Prince Yu's residence are all strong and powerful, and their faces are resolute. They have obviously retired from the army.
Wang Tong clearly saw a mosquito sucking blood on a slave's face. The servant didn't move at all, letting the mosquito suck its fill and then left directly.
"Whenever there is such an atmosphere in my mansion, I will be able to compete with the Zhao family!"
Prince Yu's residence has a wide open terrain, which is different from ordinary noble houses with nine winding corridors.