Ye Sheng flew down with his second senior brother in his arms, left Jixia College on a boat, and went straight to Xianyang City.
"What's your senior brother's name?" Ye Sheng asked on the way.
"Senior brother, let's call him senior brother." The second senior brother said tomorrow, blinking his big eyes.
Ye Sheng said calmly: "You don't know, right?"
Daoming smiled sheepishly and said: "I asked the senior brother before, but he didn't tell me. He just told me that the senior brother is the senior brother. When I asked the master, the master didn't answer me."
"Is that so? Let me ask you clearly this time." Ye Sheng said softly.
"Okay, if you ask this time, senior brother will definitely tell you that he has always treated me as a child. Although he dotes on me in every possible way, it hurts my self-esteem more. Junior brother, it's better for you." Dao Ming said with a smile.
Ye Sheng smiled.
In Xianyang City, Ye Sheng held Dao Ming's hand and returned here.
It has been nearly a month since he left Xianyang to study at Jixia College. Ye Sheng has grown too much and is completely different from the refugee-like appearance he once had.
He could finally take a good look at the scenery of Xianyang.
After nearly two decades of peaceful and prosperous times since Qin II ascended the throne, Xianyang became the political center and millions of people lived here. It was a real prosperous age where fire cooked oil and flowers bloomed.
Daoming had been guarding the gate of the monastery for a year. When he saw such a lively Xianyang City, he was dazzled for a while.
The various snacks and snacks sold along the street were so fragrant that Daoming drooled. He pulled Ye Sheng and said, "Junior brother, second senior brother is hungry."
Ye Sheng bought some snacks for Daoming to eat on the way, and then asked: "You haven't told me where the senior brother is?"
Dao Ming was very good. With the snacks, he was able to satisfy his craving and said, "Elder brother is on Chang'an Street in Beicheng."
"Beicheng Chang'an Street." Ye Sheng raised his eyebrows. This place is not a good place to go. Even when Ye Sheng was trapped in the palace and had no information, he heard people talking about it. Beicheng Chang'an Street is where the lower classes gather, Xianyang.
The most chaotic place is full of gangs and people die every day.
It is hard to imagine that in a big city like Xianyang, there is such a place where the law does not care at all. In Chang'an Street, people with big fists talk.
Therefore, scholars will not go, businessmen will not go, women from good families will not go...
Of course, these are all lies. Chang'an Street contains the largest brothel lane in Xianyang, a killer organization that is widely rumored in Xianyang City, a gambling house that is banned in Xianyang City, and various prohibited items.
As long as these things exist, Chang'an Street will not be deserted.
"Yes, senior brother has a shop over there." Daoming nodded.
Ye Sheng picked up Daoming and asked him to eat slowly before he quickly rushed to Chang'an Street.
Entering Chang'an Street, Ye Sheng could clearly see that someone was looking at him, probably a pickpocket or the like. There was no difference between this place and the outside world. Pedestrians were walking on the street, and there were merchants selling goods along the way. If Ye Sheng hadn't accidentally seen him in the alley,
There were some people lying down and blood filling the air. He really thought there was nothing wrong here.
"Where is Senior Brother?" Ye Sheng asked.
Dao Ming pointed to the front and said, "Go inside, Senior Brother's shop is very remote and difficult to find."
Ye Sheng followed Dao Ming's directions and started searching in the wide and huge Chang'an Street.
After turning one intersection after another, Ye Sheng saw the real inside story of Chang'an Avenue. The people here carried weapons with them and looked vicious. The blood on everyone's body was very strong, and it was obvious that their hands were not clean.
Daoming didn't know whether it was because he was young, didn't know how to be afraid, or whether he didn't know these crooked ways, but he showed no fear and excitedly showed Ye Sheng the way.
Ye Sheng hugged him and walked with a calm expression.
"Boy, take your brother and get out of here. This is not the place you should be." At this time, a middle-aged man squatting on the roadside said in a deep voice.
Suddenly, more than a dozen eyes glanced over and stared at Ye Sheng, looking very unkind.
Ye Sheng said: "We are here to find someone."
"Who are you looking for?" The squatting middle-aged man stood up and asked. His hair was dull and he didn't take care of it carefully. When he stood up, he realized that he was lame.
Dao Ming said in Ye Sheng's arms: "Let's find a swordsmith."
The middle-aged man was startled, then frowned and said, "You also find a swordsmith to make a sword?"
Obviously, he saw Ye Sheng dressed very gorgeously, and thought that Ye Sheng was the son of a noble family, and thought he was looking for a swordsmith to make a sword.
Ye Sheng did not defend himself, but simply asked: "Where is the swordsmith?"
"Boy, the swordsmith is very busy. He is making a sword for me. You are not allowed to disturb him." At this time, a young man with an arrogant expression stood up. He was originally watching the play when he heard that Ye Sheng came to see the swordsmith.
The swordsman said dissatisfied in his heart.
"We're going to see the swordsmith. It doesn't seem like we need to get your opinion, right?" Ye Sheng glanced at him and said.
"Are you looking down on me?" The young man was enraged. He glared and immediately took out an ax from his back and slashed at Ye Sheng's head with a fierce speed.
"Seeking death!" Ye Sheng frowned, and a light flashed between his brows.
Breathe the wind!
The ancient Taoist magic was immediately unleashed. In front of Sanggou, a hurricane rolled around him. He flew out more than ten meters away and was thrown hard, hitting the wall. The huge force made Sanggou vomit blood. What's more, it was even more extreme.
However, the calling wind did not dissipate, but turned into various whirlwinds like sharp arrows, which penetrated into the opponent's body and killed him completely in an instant.
This was a change that came about as Ye Sheng's control over Hu Feng deepened.
"Are you a monk?" the lame middle-aged man said in shock, taking several steps back to distance himself.
"Get out of the way, I'm going to see the swordsmith." Ye Sheng said calmly.
People on this street were killed, and the first reaction of the rest of the people was to avoid the danger. Many eyes looking at Ye Sheng disappeared.
The lame middle-aged man did not dare to stop him anymore and said: "The swordsmith's home is in the alley ahead, you can go directly."
Ye Sheng hugged Dao Ming, walked past these people, and left without looking back.
The lame middle-aged man looked at Ye Sheng's back and suddenly said: "Come here, collect the dead dog's body and send it to Brother Nan's forces to explain the whole story."
Immediately, two people picked up the dead dog's body and quickly ran away.
The lame middle-aged man also limped away, and soon the place became empty.
Ye Sheng came to the swordsmith's shop.
A very old shop, with a stove burning inside, a strong man wearing a thin shirt, wielding a sledgehammer, hitting iron blocks, and forging swords.
This man was covered in sweat, and his thin shirt was soaked through, revealing his muscles. As the hammer fell, he trembled suddenly, giving him a strong sense of strength.
"Elder brother, I'm here to see you." Dao Ming cried out happily when he saw this man.