The first thousand five hundred and thirty-four chapters of sentient beings
After changing the route again, boarding the Huanhai Palace of the Tianpin Sect of the Middle Tang Dynasty, and inviting the leading disciple of his direct successor to no avail, the building boat headed straight for Chang'an City, Kyoto.
The grand auction held once every ten years is apparently a routine event for Tongbao Trading Company, but isn't it also an opportunity for all forces in China to communicate and even test each other?
The new generation of disciples under the sect communicate and discuss, testing each other's fresh blood, and also looking at the depth of each other's background, and deducing each other's future direction from little clues.
In this way, we can plan ahead and be prepared, whether it is making good friends, preparing to cut out a piece of flesh from the interests controlled by the other party, or dealing with various problems that may arise.
These are all things that those in power need to consider, and now, there is one more thing.
Because, that person is here!
Although it has not arrived yet, it is already on the way, and it is unstoppable, attracting the attention of countless top forces.
Back then, that man had also been here, but he fled in a hurry, and even harmed the powerful Saint Dao Dunjue, who had the supreme swordsmanship and was famous all over China.
Therefore, many people laughed at him, ridiculed him, and spread all kinds of sarcastic remarks.
But anyone with a discerning eye knows that no matter what these people say, it cannot change the fact that that person is the first person who can escape unharmed when the world's best swordsman takes action.
Looking at China, no matter whether it is humans, demons, demons or savages, not even saints and powerful men have ever done it.
Now, this man has come back majestically, and with his invincible momentum, he has come with constant pressure on countless geniuses from the Middle Tang Dynasty, making those people feel hesitant, frightened, and jealous.
No matter how they arrange that person, it can't change the fact that they will never be able to compare to that person.
It is precisely for this reason that they will do their best to slander people in order to cover up their guilty conscience.
But there is only one exception.
This place is very contradictory. It is a place where most bad things are said about that person, but it is also a place where most good things are said.
Pingkangfang, among the 108 squares in Chang'an, is the most famous and unforgettable. Both literati and martial arts geniuses like to come here for its Goulanwashe.
The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoofs, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
Five years ago, that man was the King of Wu in the Eastern Song Dynasty. He was a proud young man, unscrupulous, and under the premise of serving as a copycat without anyone else, he beat up all the talented people in Chang'an.
In one day, he was invited by twelve stunning oirans and successfully climbed up to the flower tower to watch beauties playing the piano, sipping tea, grinding ink with bare hands, spooning with jade hands, and beauties singing and dancing. It was so enviable that I wished I could live in her place.
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For a time, countless people rushed to imitate him and regarded him as a role model for our generation.
Even though he was listed as a wanted criminal in the middle Tang Dynasty and was a thorn in the side of the royal family, he could not hide the enthusiasm for his pursuit by literati, celebrities and courtesans.
It is said that literati look down on each other, but in this world where martial arts is prevalent, many depressed literati are excited every time they mention the name that is taboo among the nobles in Chang'an.
This is the only person who can overwhelm so many martial arts geniuses, and he has never looked down upon the literati, thinking that even if he becomes a great scholar and attracts the aura of awe-inspiring people, he can only sit in the city and frighten the demons and barbarians like a clay puppet.
As for the famous actresses and oirans, I wish that that person would come again and leave just a few words, so that their worth would be doubled and their fame would spread far and wide, just like the twelve oirans back then.
Of course, things have changed now, and the Twelve Oirans are no longer there. That person is not the young prince back then, but the proud prince Xiaoyao King who dominates China!
Now, that person is coming again!
In Pingkangfang, countless celebrities opened their dressing boxes with eager anticipation, and tried on each of their cherished gauze skirts, jewelry, and rouge powder for free, hoping to show their best side.
Countless students and romantic poets also clenched the folding fans in their hands, searching for every bit of ink in their stomachs, hoping to compete with the legendary man.
No matter how hard it is, you still have to strive for a good reputation.
But more people are sharpening their knives, preparing for revenge and stepping on each other.
"Sister, the secret message is that the man will arrive in Chang'an soon!"
In a certain show building, a pretty maid came to the show building to show off her skills to the oiran who was not selling her body but had extraordinary skills in the backyard.
"That thief..."
A beautiful figure violently smashed the tea cup and tore into pieces the half-finished ink painting. The silver teeth clenched as if they wanted to eat the man alive.
"The sword master has an order not to act without permission. In addition, we will fully cooperate with that person's actions in the capital!"
But at this moment, an inconspicuous house sparrow flew into the courtyard. Its black eyes the size of sesame seeds shone with a very human spirit, and it spoke human words.
"What? How could the sword master give such an order? Is the sword master confused? That man killed Chang Qin and several other sisters..."
The woman said in disbelief.
"Watch your words and identity. Don't do this again, otherwise you will know the consequences!"
The house sparrow looked at the woman coldly, spread its wings, fluttered softly, and flew away in an instant.
"how so?"
The woman was unwilling to give up, her beautiful eyes were filled with mist, crystal tears streaked across her cheeks, and her nails pierced her palms, but there was nothing she could do.
The maid was very distressed, but she didn't know how to comfort her.
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"Damn it, this beast caused me to lose the eight-horse map. I am no longer qualified to compete for the throne. I must die!"
In Yankang Square, a young man with disheveled hair, a rather handsome figure, a white face and a python robe with a ferocious face smashed the room full of precious porcelain, and discounted countless exotic flowers and plants.
The scattered guards, servants, and maids outside the door were even more silent, and no one dared to say anything.
"Laifu!"
The young man vented for a while, took a deep breath and let out a low drink.
"Your Majesty!"
Before the voice fell, a figure suddenly walked out of the shadows in the corner of the room. It was a thin, middle-aged man with a feminine scent all over his body.
"Go and tell that person that I have agreed. In addition to the previous agreement, there is another condition: that bastard's head must be exchanged for it!"
The young man said fiercely.
"Slave obeys!"
The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, as if he was a yes-man. Before he finished speaking, he mysteriously disappeared without a trace.
"This king wants your life!"
Soon, a low, demonic roar was heard in the room, as well as bursts of pinging sounds.
…
In a secret room in the Silver Hook Casino and underground fighting arena, a young man with a strange expression on his face was playing with a jade slip, which was a jade talisman for communication.
"Hey, I didn't expect that I made a loss-making business back then!"
The young man rubbed his eyebrows, as if he had a headache, and murmured to himself, "Agui, tell me... do you want me to accept this deal?"
The shadow in the corner of the secret room twisted strangely, and a thirty-year-old young man with a white face and no beard walked out silently. He also had a feminine aura. He bowed respectfully and said: "Your Majesty is gifted by nature, how can I know this?
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"You, you have always been such a ghost!"
The young man pointed and laughed, his face suddenly became serious and he said, "Tell me the truth. With your cultivation, if you were to face that person..."
"Your Majesty!"
The young man's pupils shrank, his face was unintimidating and feminine, and he suddenly became serious and interrupted his master's words. He solemnly said, "If you want to take action, my slave will not hesitate to die, even if you risk your life, but...
…With that person’s temperament…”
Although the words have not been finished, the underlying meaning has been clearly expressed.
"If you can't even do it, then others can't do it even more!"
The young man narrowed his eyes, and the cynicism on his face returned, "Well, this deal is done. No matter how bad it is, it's still better than my eldest brother and second brother!"
Based on his ability, he didn't know how strong that person was now, but he knew that the people around him were so tyrannical that even he couldn't do it, and the almost certain death tone had already made him determined.
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In the forbidden area in the backyard of Duke Zheng's mansion, a middle-aged man knelt down in front of a rockery. His forehead was red and his eyes were filled with tears. It was clear that he had been unable to kneel for a long time.
Beside him, a middle-aged woman was crying incessantly, her eyes were red, her face was pale, and she had a look of determination.
If anyone who is familiar with the dignitaries of Chang'an is here, they will definitely find that this is the son of the contemporary Zheng Guogong, the current head and wife of the Wei family.
"Why!"
I don't know how long it took, but an old sigh came from the rockery. I don't know when, in the flash of light, an old man dressed in gray as a mountain appeared.
"Chier, why are you doing this?"
The old man looked at his eldest son, a trace of sadness flashed across his slender face.
"Old ancestor, Jingtang's death was unjust. He was the most outstanding genius of the Wei family in this generation, and he was your great-great-grandson. Just..."
Before the middle-aged man could say anything, the beautiful woman was already crying and wailing.
"Jingtang has evil thoughts in his heart. He treats humans as dragons. He wants to kill the dragon and become a Taoist, but it turns back on his own body. This is the reincarnation of heaven. It has its own laws. You can't blame others!"
Thinking of his great-great-great-grandson, who was extremely talented and talented, the old man felt regretful, but he also understood the truth.
"Ancestor, even if that man is a dragon, he is still an evil dragon. If you look at that man's life, look at what he has done. He forced his sons to kill their fathers and brothers, abandoned human relations, and brought trouble to China, one after another.
, it is too numerous to write down, it goes against the way of heaven, and goes against the purpose of my Confucianism of caring for the world!"
The middle-aged man kowtows.
"You...this...hey!"
The old man was shocked, pointed at the middle-aged man, and was speechless for a long time. Finally he closed his eyes, waved his hands and said, "That's all, let go of this old face..."
"Thank you, ancestor!"
The middle-aged man and the beautiful woman kowtowed in ecstasy.
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Deep in the palace, in a quiet and elegant courtyard, an extremely beautiful girl was sitting cross-legged in meditation, not knowing what she was practicing.
Suddenly, the girl stood up and appeared in the courtyard with a beautiful smile. She looked at the handsome man approaching and said, "Brother Prince, what did you do to make my father unhappy?"
"Little sister, in your eyes, brother, am I such an ignorant person?"
The handsome man's face fell, and he said in an extremely exaggerated manner.
"Giggle!"
The girl smiled coquettishly and rolled her eyes at the other person, as if she was too lazy to expose him.
"Good sister!"
Seeing this, the handsome man hurriedly came forward with a shy face, and bowed repeatedly, "This time it really has nothing to do with me. It was the man who came back, and my father was angry. I didn't say anything more, but..."
Snap!
The porcelain cup in the girl's hand was smashed to pieces, the color drained from her pink face, her delicate body swayed, and the frightened man quickly shut up and did not dare to speak.