The police officers and the crowd quickly separated to both sides, which further highlighted the man's fierceness. Jingyang saw the drastic change in his expression and blurted out.
"As expected of the former Master, he recognizes us!"
The big man grinned and waved his hand: "Take it!"
"I'm really not a thief!"
Seeing those policemen roughly rolling up the painting, Jingyang no longer dared to protect him this time. He could only plead: "My father retired from old age and returned to his hometown. He was seriously ill and the family was in dire straits. In order to buy medicine, he went out to sell it."
Painting, please let me go!"
The big man sneered and turned a deaf ear.
The Censor of Xiuyi was a special institution that was ordered to punish and imprison traitors, supervise officials and was directly affiliated with the emperor.
Two hundred years ago, some relatives caused rebellion. Emperor Jiang listened to the advice of the Legalists and set up a censor directly. Because he wore embroidered clothes in the early days, he was also called the censor in embroidered clothes. He held a staff and patrolled and inspected to hunt down rebels.
Later, this institution continued and became a sword hanging over the heads of all officials. As the son of the Minister of Rites, Jingyang was certainly no stranger to the censorship of embroidered clothes.
However, his father once taught him a Confucianism. As long as you look up to the world and have a clear conscience, you will not be afraid of these censors. However, when the big man's iron-like palm grabbed him, and the intimidating momentum was firmly locked, Jingyang only felt
My mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything.
"His father was a capable minister who served the country and the people. He made great contributions to the country and the people. How can he be lightly insulted now that he is in decline?"
At this moment, a stream of light came out of the crowd and disappeared into Jingyang's body.
Whoosh!
A vast and bright white air rose from the top of Jingyang's head.
This is the cultural protection of Confucianism, but it is not owned by Jingyang himself, but is the blessing of his ancestors.
Jingyang's father was Jing Heng, the Minister of Rites. He had won three consecutive prizes in the past and was named on the gold medal list. After he became an official, he was also upright and honest.
The humane spirit not only allows the inheritance of the human race to continue, but also provides protection through merit. The descendants of such good officials can be protected as long as they do not do evil or ruin the family tradition.
"Walk!"
The big man originally used his imposing manner to coerce him, but he did not give Jingyang a chance to inspire his literary spirit. He waited until he was imprisoned and did not let them manipulate him. Unexpectedly, he was inspired by an outsider. He swept his sharp eyes across the crowd and turned around.
Go ahead without any hesitation.
The two detectives put down the scrolls and left hurriedly.
The crowd of onlookers lost sight of the excitement and dispersed quickly. Jingyang looked around blankly and saw a young man standing not far away, looking at him with a smile.
"Thank you so much, my benefactor, for saving me!"
He composed himself, hurriedly stepped forward, and bowed to express his thanks.
"Let's talk somewhere else!"
Gu Cheng waved his hand.
He was not just meddling in other people's business and saving people at will. He understood the way of heaven and had the ability to see through destiny. He knew that if Fuxi had not interfered secretly, his third reincarnation would have a close connection with the down-and-out young man in front of him.
"well!"
Jingyang carefully put away the painting and touched his money bag. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he still went ahead and went ahead.
The two of them came to a medium-sized tavern. Jingyang carefully ordered a table of wine and food, raised his glass, and said respectfully: "You haven't asked me the name of my benefactor, Gao?"
Demons only have names after they hunt their first prey after reaching adulthood.
Gu Cheng had not yet recorded his name in the Yaksha royal family. This world was a test for Nuwa Stone, and he did not want to use his real name. He looked around and answered according to the original track: "Sedum."
"My family!"
Jingyang was overjoyed and became closer.
"When my father was still the Minister of Rites, my classmates and friends all praised me for being good at poetry and painting, and for my outstanding literary talent. Humph, they were all lies!"
"My father is loyal and loyal, and I can learn from the sun and the moon. However, your majesty is a villain and a wise minister. The prime minister wants bribes and cliques, making the people of Gyeongju miserable, and the government and the public know everything! Your majesty doesn't believe my father's advice.
I was falsely accused by that treacherous minister and was disgusted by His Majesty, so I had to retire and return home..."
As a son of an official, Jingyang has been pampered since he was a child, but he is not completely without authority. But this time, for some reason, he can drink a few glasses of wine, talk about his passion, and pour beans out of a bamboo tube.
Said.
Gu Cheng quickly came to understand the current situation of the human world dynasty.
The Jiang Kingdom has been in power for nearly a thousand years. The lifespan of human beings in this world is long, and so is the lifespan of the emperor. The longest-reigning person is the second Jiang Mingzong passed down by Gu Cheng.
Mingzong ruled the world for hundreds of years, and the officials governed the world in a clear and clear manner. The human world was stable and the four directions were completely consolidated. After that, all the descendants passed down through the generations were not said to be wise saints, but none were too mediocre and faint kings.
This is related to the suppression of the national destiny of the Purple Gold Holy Dragon and the founding of the Jiang Dynasty, where civil and military officials ascended to the immortal world.
However, five hundred years after the Kingdom of Zuo arrived, foreigners gathered from all over the country and invaded the borders. Chaos eventually emerged, especially the rebellion caused by the foreign relatives more than two hundred years ago.
After that, the Censor of Xiuyi was established, and the three generations of emperors were either strict about politics, taking over all authority, and did not hesitate to relinquish power, or they were close to villains, distant virtuous ministers, and greedy for pleasure.
Now the emperor is even more arrogant and extravagant. The dynasty, which has lasted for thousands of years, has reached a turning point of prosperity and decline.
Gu Cheng's eyes moved and he looked towards the King's City in the distance. He looked at the purple and gold dragon's aura fading and revealed his thoughts.
This is a novel experience.
Not to mention the big man's efforts to turn the tide in the main world, he has done it more than once in the small world to save the fate of the dynasty.
But every time he did it from the position of emperor, now he is from the perspective of a bystander.
The human king of the previous life single-handedly ended the troubled times of the Spring and Autumn Period and created a centralized and unified dynasty, allowing the people to live and work in peace and contentment, and the humane spirit was passed down to the world.
Thousands of years later, the dynasty is approaching its end. Should we continue the destiny of the country, or let nature take its course?
"Let's not talk about those troublesome things. If you first arrive in Yuzhou and don't have a place to live, how about staying at my house temporarily?"
Gu Cheng's musing was interrupted by Jingyang's warm and hospitable voice: "My home is on the west bank of Longhu outside the city."
"Jing Gong is seriously ill. If I bother you again, I will put more burden on you. Is this what a friend does?"
This time Gu Cheng didn't accept it and shook his head.
"I!"
Jingyang blushed and wanted to say something, but in the end he was unable to refute and lowered his head.
"Jinggong has been an official in the court for many years, but has he not left any property?"
Gu Cheng's eyes moved slightly and asked again.
"My father never took bribes and was corrupt, and he lived in poverty. Although his clan members were engaged in business, they were taken away by the people sent by the Prime Minister."
Jingyang sighed: "There were some properties left in Yuzhou City. In order to prepare the elixir, they have been sold out. Only the last pawn shop is left. It can't be sold anymore..."
"pawnshop?"
Gu Chengdao: "I am somewhat interested in this business, why not go and have a look?"
Half an hour later, the two came to a dilapidated shop in the east of the city.
This is the pawn shop that can't even sell anything. It's in a remote location, with few pedestrians, and a bit gloomy.
This is not true of haunted houses, but of all pawn shops.
Jiang Guo has defined the Three Religions and Nine Streams. Pawnbroking is one of the nine outside professions. It is essentially a lending industry. Regular businessmen have a high status and are disdainful of it.
Later, gradually, the location of pawn shops was also particular. They were all located in the negative position of the city formation. Everyone who entered would shudder. This was to warn visitors not to pawn easily. This shows the dynasty's attitude towards pawns.
That's why this shop is in ruins and cannot be sold, and even if you want to change your business, you can't.
"well!"
Jingyang saw that the shop was covered with cobwebs, and even the offerings of Shang Saint Fan Li had been removed. The glimmer of hope he had just raised dissipated, and he shook his head and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute!"
Gu Cheng stopped him and made a suggestion: "How about leaving this pawnshop to me and paying the rent monthly?"
"No, no!"
Jingyang was startled and looked moved, but then he puffed up his chest and refused: "I have hands and feet, I must be self-reliant!"
In order to save their family, this man actually came up with a tactful way, which is really touching.
But as the son of a minister, how could he accept the food that came with such integrity?
Gu Cheng laughed: "Then you won't pay rent and let me work for three months first. It will be empty anyway."
"All right!"
After hearing this, Jingyang hesitated for a moment before agreeing, but then asked strangely: "Is the capital enough? The pawn shop doesn't have enough gold and silver spirit coins, so it won't work!"
"This pawn shop can pawn anything you want in exchange for a return beyond money. It just depends on whether they are willing to pay..."
Gu Cheng looked at the empty plaque, flicked his sleeves, and a piece of old wood flew over. With a free hand, he wrote four big characters