Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 21 First visit to misty Jiangnan land

The first year of the Owl Emperor.

February.

‘The second prince Xiao Minghuang came to the capital, under the pretense of assisting and co-ruling the world, but in reality he plotted rebellion and usurped the throne. ’

'He did not care about the love of brothers and sisters, and wasted on the principle of loyalty to the emperor and his ministers. He should be punished for his crime. However, the Owl Emperor remembered his old love and spared him from death...'

'After investigation, Xiao Minghuang colluded with evil spirits to trick the late emperor and the imperial tutor into an ambush in Jiangxiu Mountain...The evidence of the crime was conclusive, and the Owl Emperor ordered with tears that he should be executed at Lingchi...'

In the same month, officers and soldiers attacked the rebels in Jueshan Palace.

They surrounded the mountain for three months and killed more than 10,000 rebels including the mountain palace master, elders, and disciples.

The Jueshan faction was cut off.

……

……

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, it was raining heavily in less than half of the south of the Yangtze River.

Fuliu City, wharf.

With the loud chanting, the boat docked, and an inconspicuous figure in gray clothes and a bamboo hat got off the boat among the crowd.

The figure is Wu Meng in disguise.

After more than a month on the boat, he finally got his feet on the ground. He did not rush to leave, but stopped and watched.

In terms of wealth in the entire Qinglan Kingdom, Jiangnan ranks first.

This can be seen by looking at its pier.

Even though it was raining, people were coming and going, goods were coming in and going out, and a whole row of cargo ships were docking and leaving the shore, causing congestion. There was even a special extradition ship set up in the middle of the river.

After taking a few steps outside, the shouting suddenly became louder.

There are waiters sent by major inns to recruit people, and there are bun shops and pancake stalls with fireworks.

Wu Meng walked forward slowly, watching with great interest.

After traveling to this world for nearly ten years, I can still smell a very familiar smell of fireworks.

A little leaning, in a restaurant.

Wu Meng was enjoying his meal.

I ate lotus leaf chicken, lion head, braised pufferfish, Pinghu vinegar fish...

What I drank was Bingqing Lianxin wine.

Everything in your mouth is filled with delicacies.

On the high platform on the first floor, the storyteller was in high spirits.

"In other words, Ming Huangxian's life should not have been cut off. The person who was executing the execution had a bad stomach at the moment, so he replaced him. The handle of the knife that cut out the flesh broke before it was opened, and even the rope that tied the person was weak. I Untied..."

The audience laughed.

"Ming Huangxian jumped off the execution platform, kowtowed three times to the late emperor's mausoleum, and walked away."

Wu Meng had a smile on his face.

This was the third version he had heard in January, and it became more and more mysterious as it spread.

But no matter what, that guy Xiao Minghuang should have escaped with his life.

The storyteller continued: "Ming Huangxian left in style, but it was a pity that Fu Crucian was a lustful person who was greedy for life, fearful of death, greedy for money, and was left as the eagle dog of the imperial court."

"What do you know, you know? Huangxian is an immortal, and crucian carp is a human being. How can there be people who are not afraid of death and don't love money? Please order a few to open my eyes!"

Some spectators complained, which attracted a burst of cheers.

Thanks to Xiao Minghuang's many years of chivalry and righteousness, they have left numerous good deeds here. At this time of crisis, Jiangnan has become the base of public opinion.

This is something Xiao Minghuang would never have imagined.

Of course, what is even more unexpected is...

The brothers who used to be close to each other and travel around the world will eventually part ways in this way.

Wu Meng drank the last glass of wine, ignored the noisy lobby, stood up and left.

As he walked away, a gust of breeze blew through the front hall of the restaurant, making the wanted poster on the side of the door clatter.

There was an extremely handsome face painted on the wanted poster.

‘Treason and rebellion.

Wu Meng. ’

As the paper fluttered, the corners of the man's mouth seemed to raise a bit, giving him a faint smile.

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evening.

The light rain has begun to stop.

In the west of Fuliu City, a large house called Su Mansion welcomed several "guests".

"The distinguished guests will take a rest for a moment. Pavilion Master Su will be here soon." The maid leading the way spoke softly and elegantly.

Wu Meng was not polite and picked a chair at random to sit down.

With him taking the lead, the other two people took their seats one after another.

The two of them were a young swordsman with a stern face, and a Taoist priest with long eyebrows and kind eyes.

Just half a day ago, three people stood out from the seventy or eighty Jianghu knights and obtained the status of guest ministers of Zhaixing Pavilion.

When I came to Su's house at this time, I was following the rules. I wanted to meet Deputy Pavilion Master Su and assign specific tasks.

Wu Meng had actually given some thought to finding this job.

Jueshan Palace was destroyed, and he was wanted again, so taking out the elixir became a very risky matter.

In comparison, finding a reliable job while you still have plenty of money is a long-term solution.

What's more, Zhaixing Pavilion is not an ordinary Jianghu sect.

It focuses on the management of resources such as martial arts, elixirs, and intelligence. It has buildings all over the Qinglan Kingdom and can be said to be the most well-informed organization in the entire world.

Living in it, Wu Meng can advance, retreat or defend, and his safety is more guaranteed.

The three of them waited for about a while to drink tea, when an old man wearing ordinary Kungfu training clothes with white beard and hair walked into the hall, holding his hands behind his back.

"I've met Pavilion Master Su." The three of them stood up to greet him.

Deputy Pavilion Master Su, whose full name is Su Qixing, was a world-famous first-class master twenty years ago, also known as Fei Huashi.

Ten years ago, he retired from the world and his reputation gradually faded.

Now he looks very old, but he is still in good spirits, but it's hard to say how much strength he has left.

Of course, they are top-notch masters after all, so the three people present can't neglect them.

Su Qixing took his seat with a smile, his eyes swept over the three of them, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

"Long Xiaoxie, your father and I haven't seen each other for twenty years. Is the old man in good health?"

"It's okay."

The young swordsman named Long Xiaoxie replied respectfully.

Wu Meng glanced at him in surprise.

Is this Long Xiaoxie still a queen from a famous family?

After all, anyone who can be called an old guy by a first-class expert is most likely also a first-class person.

The old Taoist next to him twitched his eyebrows and was obviously surprised. Su Qixing happened to click on him.

"Bag sleeves, Mr. Fan."

"If you can't be an old person, if you can't be an old person, senior, just call me Xiao Fan."

Fan Laodao quickly lowered his hands and bowed, and his eyebrows seemed to droop together.

This humble look made even Long Xiaoxie look askance at him, not to mention Wu Meng.

"You old man..." Su Qixing was amused and shook his head: "You have to work seriously when you enter my Star-Zhaing Pavilion. Naturally, you won't be able to bear all the troubles in the world."

"Thank you, senior!" Fan Laodao immediately bowed and paid his respects.

Su Qixing ignored him, and his eyes finally fell on Wu Meng.

"The letter of credit submitted said that you are proficient in pharmacology?"

Wu Meng handed over his hand: "I don't dare to talk about pharmacology if I'm familiar with it. It's no problem to analyze the properties of ordinary medicines."

Su Qixing looked at him with turbid eyes and nodded slightly.

"I don't want to ask you your last name, I just want to remember it from now on."

Wu Meng's heart trembled, and he lowered his head slightly: "Remember."

Now, of course, he does not have his original face and name, and what he relied on when he came in was not martial arts, but the identification of medicinal properties.

Su Qixing didn't call him by his name, and he didn't ask about his past, making it clear that he didn't believe in this identity.

Fortunately, the old man didn't delve into it further.

Of course, Wu Meng was not unprepared for the current situation. He had gained a deep understanding of Su Qixing a few days ago.

(End of this chapter)