In the second year of Shengyuan, it was the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Before you know it, another year has come to an end.
Lin Ji was walking on the official road in Jingzhou, facing the strong wind and blizzard, and it was quite difficult.
It's not that the wind and snow are bad. No matter how strong the wind and snow are, it is nothing in the eyes of the Japanese monks.
There was a bit of confusion on his face, and he walked forward slowly.
It has been more than half a month since he left Fanyun City and even traveled all the way out of Yunzhou.
After returning to Jingzhou, although the Holy Fire is still in the body, it is almost impossible for Feiyun Sect to chase Yunzhou out, so this matter can be put aside for the time being.
But Lin Ji was still worried.
"When did it start?"
What Lin Ji was thinking about was what he casually said to Beishang in the inn in Fanyun City that day.
For Lei Yunzhu, three Yuanshen and dozens of third and fourth realm monks died in Fanyun City.
But when this matter fell into Lin Ji's mouth, it turned out to be just a small character who overestimated his abilities.
"Since when did I become so indifferent to life?" Lin Ji frowned slightly. Within half a month, this matter had become a knot in his mind.
Nearly a hundred human lives, even if they had nothing to do with him, he could sympathize with or ignore.
But it shouldn't be ridiculed.
But before, when he heard about this incident, Lin Ji really felt that it was just a bunch of losers who died.
"It's been six or seven years since I started practicing. Is it because I've been working in the Supervisor Tiansi for a long time that I have a hard-hearted heart?"
"No."
Lin Ji secretly shook his head.
In fact, this knot is not a big deal. What Lin Ji is afraid of is that his character will become worse.
Is it possible that the higher your cultivation level, the more indifferent your temperament becomes?
If Lin Jiben were a native of this world, he would never have thought this way.
But he is not, so he is confused.
This was also the first time after coming to this world for a long time that his perceptions conflicted between two completely different concepts in the world.
"My heart is restless."
Thinking of this, Lin Ji didn't know how to deal with this knot in his heart, so he could only let it go temporarily.
His consciousness scanned the surroundings and found nothing out of the ordinary.
So Lin Ji took out the Thunder Cloud Bead again.
These days, apart from getting into trouble himself, he has wasted most of his time on this Thunder Cloud Bead.
He hadn't noticed anything wrong before, but it wasn't until he tried to refine the Thunder Cloud Bead that Lin Ji finally discovered that the Thunder Cloud Bead had already been owned.
The owner is naturally Qi Ducheng, the lord of Fanyun City.
It was precisely after discovering this that Lin Jicai finally understood how the Qi family found out that Lei Yunzhu was taken away by people from the Feiyun Sect.
"It turns out that innate treasures are not like acquired treasures. You can use them by inputting spiritual energy, but you still have to recognize the owner."
"I don't know how to remove the treasure and identify its owner. I still have to go back to Beijing to find it."
Thinking of this, Lin Ji shook off the snow on his body, and the speed of his feet became a little faster. His whole body turned into an afterimage and headed straight towards the capital.
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In the second year of Shengyuan, it was the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.
The New Year is not far away.
Beijing.
As the capital of Da Qin, the city has become a bit more noisy as the New Year approaches.
It seems to be to show that Emperor Qin Pei is running the country well. It is not clear what happened in other places, but the capital is already decorated with lights everywhere.
There is a notice posted at the city gate that on New Year's Eve, the royal family will worship ancestors and heaven on Panlong Mountain outside the city. It is said that the people in the city will bathe and burn incense on New Year's Eve to express respect for the royal family.
Of course, similar things have happened in previous years, but in fact not many people followed it.
Burning incense and bathing sounds like a luxury, and it is not something ordinary people can afford.
In addition, at this end of the year, there are several other lively places in Beijing.
Just half a month ago, an unknown rich man bought a piece of land in Beijing and recruited low-level monks. In just ten days, he built an attic garden and named it Qunfang Garden.
The name is good, but what he does is just a trick.
However, even if it is a hook bar, there is a distinction between high and low.
In the past, if dignitaries in Beijing wanted to have fun, they would go to Jiaofangsi.
Although there are four or five brothels in the city, most of the girls in Jiaofangsi come from wealthy families, and they fell into the dust when their families fell into disgrace.
Compared to ordinary girls in brothels, this kind of thing about forcing girls into prostitution is naturally more interesting.
Men, what they like most is to persuade good families to go into trouble, and to persuade people to be good.
But since the establishment of this group of fragrant gardens, it is said that other brothels in the city, even Jiaofangsi, have vacancies at night.
Sixty percent of the city's brothel business was owned by the sudden appearance of Qunfang Garden, which aroused the astonishment of many people in the prostitution circuit.
At this time, it is on the main road of the central axis of the capital.
The servants carried the sedan forward slowly. The sedan looked inconspicuous from the outside, but there was something special about it inside.
The seats in the sedan were made of fine monster fur, but it just looked soft.
There is a small table in the middle. Incense is burning on the table, and the green smoke is rising slowly, making people feel relaxed and happy.
As for the dazzling array of items hanging from the top of the sedan, there is no need to mention it.
At this moment, sitting in the middle of the sedan chair was a young man who looked no older than his early thirties. He was wearing a white shirt and holding a paper fan in his hand. Just looking at his appearance, he looked like a scholar.
Mohist.
But sitting next to him was Mu Kai, the son of the right prime minister Mu Hanfei.
At this moment, Mu Kai's face didn't have the domineering look of the past. There was a hint of awe and caution in his words and deeds, and even the fur pads under his buttocks were no longer so soft.
"Yu... Second brother Yu, those people in Fang Yuan have been boasting about their courtesan for several months, which has aroused the appetite of all the comrades in the city. You said... if the courtesan's appearance tonight is not satisfactory.
, can these fragrant gardens still be open?"
There was a somewhat flattering tone in Mu Kai's words. He said it was a joke, but his demeanor was not relaxed enough.
Brother Yu, who was sitting in the main seat, waved his hand.
"The girls in Qunfang Garden each have their own characteristics. Even if tonight's oiran is really unsatisfactory, I think she must be the most beautiful in the world if she can outshine all other girls in Qunfang Garden."
"That's what Second Brother Yu said." Mu Kai responded quickly.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Brother Yu narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Even if there are people who are really dissatisfied, it probably isn't towards the oiran girl they've never met before, but towards the appetizing behavior of those Fang Yuan people.
"
"That makes sense." Mu Kai nodded.
While he was talking, the sedan stopped.
Brother Yu had just stood up, and Mu Kai had already opened the sedan curtain for him.
"Thank you."
Brother Yu thanked him and got off the sedan.
In front of him was a deep courtyard, but behind the closed door, he could vaguely hear some warblers and swallows.