Lincheng Huamo Chapter Fifty-Three: The Journey of Inheritance
There is a luxurious restaurant in Jinling with six floors and nearly a hundred guest rooms, but only one guest lives there, a girl named Qu from the city that never sleeps in the West.
This baby named Qu is naturally Qu Tianqin, and Qu Tianqin is helpless. What kind of nerve did Mr. Hou get so tight that he actually wants to move to the highest-end restaurant and inn with such two prostitutes? Just change it.
, and in order to be quiet, he asked himself to go to the city's property to ask for money and book the entire hotel room, which meant that the hotel guests could only eat but not stay in the hotel.
This is very difficult for Qu Tianqin, living with such two women. What is even more difficult is that a husband comes to her door every day, either to teach her about Han people's etiquette and music, or to teach her about business and accounting. Seriously, use those words
I mean, my head hurts.
The little Qin girl was quite peaceful and would play the piano and sing a few songs on weekdays, but the old red-haired lady was so annoying that she couldn't beat her and tried to sneak out again and again.
Suddenly, he heard the crowds on the street making a lot of noise. How could Qu Tianqin, who loved to join in the fun, be quiet? He immediately put his head out and saw the ink-pan starry sky with falling stars. The picture was so dreamy that it was hard to take his eyes back.
The two beauties on the sixth floor also stuck their heads out, and Qinji couldn't help but open her eyes wide, looking straight at the stars falling in the sky. But the red-haired dancer was stunned, this, this, this...
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What kind of person can resonate with the world?
The red-haired dancer put her fingers together, and her fingertips flashed a faint red light like a candle, making strokes back and forth in the air, like a charm.
When she finished, a thunderbolt fell from the dark night sky in the northeast direction, and its light was so bright that it was rarely seen in the world.
"Sister, what is that?"
Qin Ji couldn't help but ask, how could this girl, who was not a member of the lower class, know that even a mortal could resonate with the heaven and earth after reaching a certain level of cultivation? The stars falling all over the sky were one person, and so was the icy blue sky thunder that cut through the sky in the dark night.
one person.
"What kind of cultivation level can do this?"
The dancing girl stared blankly. Not to mention the thunder, the person who made the stars fall all over the sky must be in Jinling City. But who could it be?
Is it Marquis Zhongxi?
Wu Ji quickly denied her guess. Dozens and hundreds of masters had already tested the skills of this Western barbarian. His cultivation was indeed advanced, but it was unlikely that he would be a being that could resonate with the world.
The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is vast and desolate. The sun and moon are waxing and waning, and the stars and constellations are spread out.
These sixteen characters seem quite bluffing, but some people don't know that these sixteen characters are just the first sixteen characters in the "Thousand-Character Essay", a must-learn article for young children.
Qu Tianqin thought about it and felt that it was boring. He might as well go for a walk in a jewelry store at dawn, maybe he could meet some interesting people. Even if it didn't work, he had to show off his identity. He was now a member of many shops in Jinling City.
If the big shopkeeper doesn’t move around, how can he do anything?
The boy muttered there: "It's strange. Now there's a meteor shower, and now there's a thunderbolt. Is the weather going to change in Jinling City? Will there be a June snowstorm tomorrow to avenge people?"
It didn't take long for the boy to slap himself several times because of his crow's mouth, and he knelt in front of his ancestor's shrine and repented for half an hour. He confessed from the bottom of his heart about some trivial matters, such as shouldn't have stolen wine and shouldn't have.
It's time to peek at the little lady taking a shower, so so...
A guest entered the restaurant, and the other waiter who greeted the guests was dozing on the table. The restaurant was occupied, and the time was empty, but the spare money was also less. I don’t know if I am happy or sad. In half an hour it will be over.
It's closing time, and now a customer comes. Judging from the clothes, he looks good, and he might be able to make some money.
This guest must be very energetic. He just tied up his hair with a flaxen ribbon. He was wearing a gray and white loose robe with a material top. He kept his hands in his sleeves and placed them at his navel.
The location looks extremely elegant.
How old must this guest be? Early thirties? Almost right? But he feels extremely calm, not like someone who is only over thirty, but more like someone who is already in his forties. But similarly, a person in his forties
It looks like this, so it must be well maintained.
The boy suddenly regained his energy, wiped the table where he had dozed off, and greeted him with a smile: "Master, come here, this seat is good, you can sit here."
The guest followed the waiter and sat down on the long wooden bench, looked around the restaurant, and said:
The boy smiled and nodded. He understood that he wanted to order something.
"Little brother, give me a pot of sake and some light food."
"Okay, look, how about a small pot of bamboo leaf greens, one meat dish, two vegetarian dishes, and a bowl of white rice for you?"
The guest nodded, and the waiter turned around and was about to get ready. The guest coughed slightly, and the waiter turned back and opened his eyes wide.
This, this, this...
I saw a small piece of gold on the table, yes, it was gold. The boy's waist was more arched, and the curvature of his face was more exaggerated. He wished he could kneel down to ask for the silver reward from this guest. But this is Jinling, the prince
Jinling City is home to countless nobles, but it is not their hometown in the countryside.
"Master, what are you..."
"The rest of the meal money will be counted as your reward."
The boy murmured in his heart, after exchanging such a piece of gold at the government bank, it should be worth more than 20 taels of silver. The thing he just ordered for this guest was less than 300 taels of silver. It was embarrassing, embarrassing.
The young man was in trouble when he suddenly met such a big benefactor. It is true that people are greedy, but his appetite could not swallow so much.
The guest seemed to have noticed the boy's embarrassment, and frowned slightly. Of course, it was only for a moment. He had forgotten that this was Jinling City. No matter how prosperous it was, it was still Jinling City, not the imperial capital Jingzhou.
"After paying for the meal, you can do good deeds for me for the rest. Give porridge at this door every day to accumulate merit."
When the boy heard this, he nodded repeatedly. He turned around and went to the kitchen in a hurry. He was not stupid. Only rich fools would not want it. Whether this guest was a fool or not was none of his business. He felt happy with such a piece of gold in his arms.
Unexpectedly, Hu Youcai would strike gold one day.
The guest looked at the falling snow outside the window and made a joke to amuse himself: "Is it possible that the old Dragon King's Jinling City has grievances that can make heaven and earth look strange?"
The boy was afraid that the patron would be bored, so he ran to the kitchen to explain the matter, and immediately ran over with the best aged bamboo leaf greens in the store and a plate of salt and pepper broad beans. As soon as he came over, he heard the patron sighing about the summer breeze.
Xue also responded: "I guess there is an grievance somewhere else, so Xue came to our Jinling City to seek redress for the old prince."
As he spoke, he turned the wine bowl over and filled it up for the benefactor. The aroma of the wine overflowed, and the smell made people secretly swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. The benefactor only made one move, but it frightened the young man. The benefactor took his hands from his sleeves.
He stretched out his hand and straightened a bowl, signaling the boy to pour him a bowl too.
What is frightening is the gold master's hand. His hand, from the palm to two-thirds of the forearm, is all blood red, and the upper part is the same as that of ordinary people, with a slightly bronze color.
The financial owner seemed to be used to this kind of reaction from ordinary people. He chuckled and picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The boy tried to keep calm. It was not like he had never seen all kinds of people in the world in the past month or so.
People, maybe some people with advanced martial arts skills are a little bit special?
Yes, that can only be the case.
"I was injured when I came to Jinling City when I was young. Now my whole hands are covered with red spots. But did I scare my little brother?"
The benefactor was so gentle, how could the young man dare to write fear on his face? He asked with his eyes, and after asking for permission, he sat down on the left side of the benefactor. His little heart was still pounding, and he picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
, choked several times, and finally calmed down a little.
Looking at the gold owner's hand, there is nothing special about it except for the scary color. If we were talking about the ancient martial sage general, wouldn't he scare people to death with his face?
The benefactor and the boy were chatting all the time. They talked about Jinling City twenty years ago and how a shabby monk flew over Jinling City on a phoenix a few days ago. The benefactor also laughed and said that the boy was teasing him.
The drunken red face had firm eyes and said seriously: "The monk came to our place and asked the shopkeeper for water. I gave him water and steamed buns, but he didn't want it. He had to ask the shopkeeper to pour him water...
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The financial owner wanted to say something more. His ears twitched slightly and his eyes signaled the other boys to come over. After understanding the price of goods in Jinling City, he no longer acted stupidly. This time he took out a dozen copper coins and gave them to the boys, indicating that they should take the money.
The drunken boy carried him back.
Suddenly, the financial owner muttered a little. In fact, the copper felt quite good in his pocket.
At the door behind him, a middle-aged man in black wearing a black sword walked slowly.
He entered and looked at the back of the benefactor, without moving or saying a word.
The donor closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In this world, you are the only one who understands who you are, and you are the only one who knows your true identity.
The financial owner also understood that in the world, people who have reached their level of cultivation, although they can reach the world, but if they want to achieve the scene of snow falling in the summer when the seal is broken, except for people, I am afraid that they will not be able to find them.
There are a few out there.
Naturally, he himself is considered one.
"Friend Mo Sang, I haven't seen you for many years."
The financial owner turned around, opened his eyes, and stared at the sword of the middle-aged man in black for a few times. He couldn't help but frown, but the frown only lasted a moment, and he relaxed his brows again, as if he understood.
The person who came was indeed Mo Sang, the contemporary swordsman of the Mo family. He was dressed in a black warrior's attire and equipped with a black sword that could not conceal its sharp edge. This was indeed a good sword, but it was not the Mo Yu sword that his Moh family had inherited from generation to generation. This made Jin
The Lord is a little strange.
Mo Sang sat down where the boy originally sat, straightening a wine bowl while the benefactor poured wine for him.
Mo Sang drank it all in one gulp and then said: "Good friend, long time see."
The financial owner smiled jokingly and asked, "Have you really figured it out?"
Mo Sang's face was full of bitterness at this moment, and he said with a smile: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. An emperor with the same surname will only last eight hundred years. We, the Mo family, should be content."
The financial owner's expression did not change, and he asked again: "In that case, is your Mo family really going to destroy the family? Your friend is not a member of my immortal sect, so naturally you don't know the difference between mortals and immortal cultivators. Immortal cultivators are indeed not allowed to kill at will.
, but what a coincidence, your Mo family is the only exception."
Mo Sang stared at the benefactor carefully, and then asked: "If this is successful, will it really protect the Mo family's incense and spread it for another five hundred years?"
The benefactor laughed, burst into laughter, and then asked again: "Didn't my friend just say that children and grandchildren will be blessed by themselves?"
Mo Sang filled a bowl of wine by himself, but drank it all in one gulp. He wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed, and then slowly said: "My friend, maybe you don't know, but besides Ming'er, I, Mo Sang, also have a son.
.The day when the sword will be broken is approaching, and I have also figured out that for the sake of the inheritance of the Moh family, I should not suffer one child and harm another child. But seriously, sometimes, I feel that all the ancestors may have
Just stare, this has been true for generations, if I, Mo Sang, break the rules of our ancestors, I will be shameless after death."
The financial owner laughed again and said: "Ancestors? If the world knows my grandfather's so-called true purpose, it is difficult to say that they are looking at each other wrongly."
Mo Sang didn't want to be curious. This friend mentioned his grandfather and father for a long time, but never explained who they were. It was just like guessing. If you guess right, you are right, and if you guess wrong, you are wrong. But
The answer will not be written on the paper.
Seeing that Mo Sang was still depressed, the benefactor stopped teasing him. Then he filled Mo Sang's glass with wine, then added some more to his own bowl, and said: "A few days ago, I made a divination and said that I am not going to die soon. You
Look, it doesn’t matter to me who has one foot in the coffin. You have such an outstanding son, so why bother nagging you? As the saying goes, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. If you follow the path of Taoism, others can protect it.
, but you can’t do it instead. My friend, after this trip, whether you succeed or fail, you should let go.”
Mo Sang took another sip of wine, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "Sometimes I don't know that a big shot of the Yanyun Cavalry like my friend would actually accept my Lincheng disciple as his disciple."
The financial owner laughed, took a sip of wine, and then said: "You are so talented, how can I not cherish you? My dear friend, the Mo family swordsman is not only good at swordsmanship, but also good at making swords. He can only fight once in his life."
Sword, if you don't leave this sword to your disciples, won't you end up taking advantage of my good disciple?"
When Mo Sang heard this, the clouds suddenly swept away a bit, and he felt a bit more relaxed, and said: "If it weren't for the rules of our Mo family that cannot be violated, I really want to teach him Mo Yu's sword skills. But fortunately, my good friend cherishes his talent, so it was not wasted.
Such a good seedling."
"Children and grandchildren will have their own children and grandchildren. Look at me. I clearly know that Mr. Badou, that old witch, will be rude to my disciples. Why don't I just pretend to be a fool and ignore it? If the young eagle wants to fly, it cannot be stopped. If I today
I took care of Mr. Badou regardless of Yan Yunqi's face, but how should I deal with Mr. Jiudou, Mr. Yisheng, and the little baby?"
Mo Sang was about to say something more, but when the words came to his lips, he paused. Then he moved with a simple action, he raised the bowl, touched it with his friend, and drank it all.