Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 49: Being famous in the mountains and becoming a marquis

It’s the Lantern Festival again.

Heavy snowfall.

Jiangnan is less affected by the war, and the New Year atmosphere is quite strong.

In the main building of Zhaixing Pavilion, the Nine Ming Shusheng people brought lanterns and hung them in the four corners, and set up a table of fine wine and delicacies.

This is already the fifth day that Blood Bodhi comes to visit.

For five days, the two of them sat in this room, sometimes in silence, sometimes chatting away from each other, never leaving.

At this time, everyone was using their chopsticks and eating the New Year's dinner in silence.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

The servant came in with a secret letter.

The scholar of Nine Lives glanced at the dark mark on the envelope and nodded slightly: "I came at the right time. After eating this meal, we don't have to stare here."

He put a few pieces of tender bamboo shoots into his mouth and shook the letter away.

Blood Bodhi was at the opposite table, eating seriously without raising his head.

Suddenly, a 'ding-dong-dang' sound was heard.

It was the chopsticks that fell from the hands of the scholar with nine lives, bounced among the cups and plates, and finally rolled to the floor.

Blood Bodhi raised his eyes.

I saw him holding the letter, his expression solidified.

"Ah."

Blood Bodhi shook his head, picked up a piece of green lettuce, raised his chopsticks halfway, and finally couldn't hold it back and laughed loudly.

"Hahahahaha!"

Smiling, he saw the Nine Lives Scholar staring at him with a rather strange look.

"What? Are you still trying to deceive me with your eyes?" Before Blood Bodhi could finish speaking, the letter had been handed over.

He glanced quickly, and the smile suddenly froze on his face.

There was silence in the room for a while.

For a long time, Blood Bodhi looked surprised and doubtful: "Tongxuan is seriously injured? Is your subordinate not mistaken?"

"Absolutely impossible."

The two looked at each other, speechless again.

After a long while, the Nine Ming Scholars sighed: "Thirty-year-old Tianjing... I originally made a variable to get into the chess game, but I didn't expect that the piece was too heavy, so I smashed through the chessboard."

"I'm going to meet Tongxuan."

Blood Bodhi's face was solemn, as if he still had doubts.

He didn't say anything more, stood up and left.

Less than half a month later.

Wu Meng led Jiang Shanshan on a boat trip to the middle of the river.

The master and apprentice sat on the bow of the boat.

Have tea and delicious dishes, and watch the river across the fence.

On the larger boat next to it, there was a storyteller holding a folding fan and talking. His voice echoed in the middle of the river, attracting a large number of boats.

"This year has just begun, and big things are happening all the time. Among the most incredible things, there are two..."

"But the Emperor Ming traveled thousands of miles alone?"

"Why are you traveling thousands of miles alone? Come on, tell me!" Someone booed in the boat room.

"This has spread all over the world, and you haven't heard about it yet? Emperor Ming was alone in the battle, wandering around in the Owl Emperor's territory for seventeen or eight days, and finally escaped safely."

Someone echoed: "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Seven or eight first-class masters alone died. I heard that Qingsongzi was lying naked under the pine tree with a smile on his face when he died... I don't dare to think about it!"

When Jiang Shanshan heard this, he said "Wow".

"Naked? Still smiling? Teacher, have you met the flower-picking thief you mentioned?"

Wu Meng hit her with chopsticks, causing her to cover her head quickly.

The chatter got louder and louder, and the storyteller finally clapped the gavel.

"There are two messages, both of which were urgently delivered last night..."

"You're telling me that!!"

"First of all..." The storyteller covered his face with a fan, leaving only a pair of frightened eyes.

"The situation in Beijing has changed!"

"On New Year's Eve, the Owl Emperor's first general, the Blood Buddha Song Moping, entered the palace alone and took out the Owl Emperor's head!"

"hiss!"

There was a moment of silence between the ships, with only the sound of gasping for air.

"It is said that the Blood Pagoda broke through to the top level a year ago, and has always used special methods to suppress its strength, just for this night..."

"... This Blood Pagoda entered the palace and killed seven or eight hundred people in a row. The entire Jade View Terrace was filled with heads and there was no place to rest... When he walked out of the imperial city, his official robes were soaked with blood!"

"Is the news true?!" The storyteller stroked his fan and smiled: "In two or three days, Emperor Ming will definitely tell the world."

Everyone was shocked speechless.

For a long time, Yingtian's cheers and applause resounded throughout the heart of the river.

It took three or four cups of tea before a few voices asked questions.

"You said there are two news, but what other news is more incredible than the 'Buddha Killing the Owl Emperor'?"

The storyteller just smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Shanshan was itching to wait, and he patted the table and said, "Teacher, he is so outrageous!"

Wu Meng was annoyed by her troubles, so he simply took out a silver ingot.

"Hit him with this."

"okay."

"Eh!"

The storyteller exclaimed, and with quick eyes and hands, he caught the flying 'hidden weapon', spread it out and looked at it, and suddenly smiled.

"Well done! If you dare to show off again, let's all throw a knife at this old thief!" Someone booed.

The storyteller quickly folded the fan and said with vague eyes: "In today's world..."

"There is already a fourth heavenly realm."

Few words, but big things.

The room among the buildings and boats that were watching suddenly exploded.

"On the eve of the New Year, Patriarch Tongxuan returned home in panic. As soon as he ran to the main entrance of Huixuan Gate, he fainted... He was seriously injured, but his arms and legs were cut open..."

"Two days later, Blood Bodhi came to the door, but no one could be seen. It's not that the person was gone, but that Patriarch Tongxuan was too seriously injured and avoided seeing him."

"It is said that when Patriarch Tongxuan was in coma, he chanted a name repeatedly..."

"Who?"

"Unknown doctor!"

The heart of the river suddenly became quiet.

Only the sound of cups and plates falling was heard between the ships.

Another few days passed.

The whole world was completely detonated, and the words "Anonymous Doctor" were so hot.

How hot is it?

Someone once joked that as long as a beggar begging in the downtown area wrote the three characters "Anonymous Doctor" on his bowl, he would be able to buy land and buy a house as a member of his family in one month.

……

……

Two years passed in a blink of an eye.

This day.

Go to Beijing and see the magnificent Shaotian Mansion.

Xiao Minghuang and Song Moping were sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

Just last year, Xiao Minghuang came to Beijing and ascended the throne, named Emperor Ming, and completely ruled the world.

Song Moping was awarded the title of Shaotian Hou and was given the three largest mansions in Beijing. The courtyard walls were opened, two streets were connected, and the Shaotian Mansion was built.

In addition, there are countless gold, silver, treasures, maids and maids.

With the Emperor Ming's love, Shaotianhou's splendid aura was unparalleled in the court.

"What did Wu Meng say?" Song Moping asked, turning the rim of his cup.

Xiao Minghuang shook his head and laughed: "You are just asking me for some strange herbs and medicinal materials, and you have no intention of going down the mountain."

"What about other things? What other things were sent, famous paintings, scriptures, and Kit Kat creations?"

"Not collected at all."

Song Moping thought for a moment: "I heard that a stunning beauty recently appeared in Jiangnan..."

Xiao Minghuang said happily: "Do you think Wu Meng indulges in wine and sex like you?"

Song Moping grinned and pushed away the maid who was kneading his knees. As if he was tired of looking at it, he changed a few to rub shoulders and backs.

"You can think of a solution from Jiang Shanshan."

Xiao Minghuang drank the tea in one gulp: "I have thought about it. Like her master, oil and salt cannot be tolerated."

The two looked at each other and shook their heads, speechless for a moment.

After a long time, Xiao Minghuang sighed: "The Star Picking Pavilion has determined that Wu Meng will not come down the mountain. In the past month, they have been getting more and more aggressive."

Song Moping did not continue, but suddenly asked: "Where is the owl thief? How is the trial of Jiang Xiushan?"

A strange color flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)