I asked you to play a dungeon, why don't you just raise the BOSS here?

Chapter 217 Yangzhou City, the fight for the secret of longevity

Yangzhou was extremely prosperous during the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Not only was it the leading transportation hub in the Sui Dynasty, it was also a famous fireworks destination since ancient times.

Yang Guang also had a special liking for this place and ordered canals to be built, dragon boats and tower boats to be built, and the palaces, gardens and villas to be separated from the palace were overhauled.

Several times he led a fleet of more than 100,000 people to come and have fun.

Following the emperor's example, all wealthy businessmen and princes, self-proclaimed celebrities, and fencing knights all flocked to this place.

It’s as if I haven’t come here to have some fun, my whole level is stuck here, and I can only live a relatively failed life.

***
In a pub in Yangzhou
"Speaking of which, something doesn't feel right today? There aren't many vendors along the street."

"Don't you know? This morning, a large number of officers and soldiers came and surrounded the place tightly."

"Isn't that right? The inspections for passing the customs are much stricter. There are long queues when entering and leaving the city. It's useless to stuff money in if you have something urgent."

Then he would have less money to spend on his family.

The general manager was a special official position in the Sui Dynasty. He could be in charge of the military and political affairs of one or several states, and even had the power to appoint and dismiss state and county officials within his jurisdiction.

He is now the leader of the Wagang Army.

The scarred man was startled. Looking at Lin Xuan's indifferent expression, he was a little confused about the other party's details.

"It turns out to be Brother Cheng."

"Thief? Manager Yuchi still cares about the little thief?"

Although he is not very famous, he can be regarded as a rebel on the record of the court.

"Manager Yuchi? He really doesn't care about this little money."

After hesitating for a moment, the scarred man poured another half of the bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp: "My name is Cheng Yaojin, you can just call me Lao Cheng."

"Master Lin has an extraordinary bearing and is no ordinary scholar."

Although the scarred man's voice was not loud, it carried an unparalleled and domineering tone.

"It's so noisy. I heard your stupid words so early in the morning. I don't feel comfortable drinking."

A young man from a wealthy family was unhappy and said angrily: "Could it be that the official thinks that everyone's filial piety money has been reduced in the past few months, so he wants to find a way to make a fortune?"

He passed by here, asked the waiter about the location of Shilong Martial Arts School, and was about to leave.

In an instant, the entire lobby fell silent.

"This brother is quite heroic and definitely not a common man."

"That's not right. This is the martial law ordered by our Chief Yuchi from Yangzhou. How can people care about such a small amount of money?"

Hearing what the big man said, he said hello casually.

If his identity was exposed and officers and soldiers were attracted, he would have no choice but to fight his way out.

The young masters were so frightened that their legs became weak and their whole bodies trembled.

The dudes present were obviously conspiracy theory enthusiasts, and they immediately gathered together and chatted happily.

"It seems reasonable..."

Basically, they are all second- and third-grade high-ranking officials, which are considered to be high-ranking and powerful officials.

There is also the possibility of overturning if you are not careful.

But his father wants to do business and make money.

But I don’t know who I offended.

"It's hard to say. For such a big official, there is always something that is inconvenient for others to see. Maybe..."

If the money earned is given to the official as a filial piety...

It will also affect the quality of life.

In history, Cheng Yaojin was the Duke of Lu of the Tang Dynasty and one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion. He was regarded as a strategic general who knew how to change things.

In novels and novels, he likes to make his character bold and reckless.

Even if he has extraordinary martial arts skills, he is still in some trouble.

"What tricks are you doing?"

The rich man was obviously frightened and whispered: "Then why did he seal the city? There was a thief at home, and he was afraid that the thief would sneak out of the city?"

However, he has always been bold and brave, and when others ask, he will answer truthfully.

Although he has no ability, he is only responsible for spending time and drinking.

Lin Xuan smiled faintly and cupped his hands towards the scarred man: "Lin Xuan, what do you call me brother?"

Just hearing the sound makes people feel fear involuntarily.

"Can you think about it with your butts, if you really lost something shameful, you would still arrange your manpower so blatantly?"

Lin Xuan's heart moved slightly and he said with a smile: "According to what Brother Cheng said, could it be that a big shot came to Yangzhou in person?"

At this moment, a man with a scar on his face and full of charlatanism cursed and put down the wine bowl in his hand: "If you don't understand clearly, go back and ask your parents!"

This treatment is somewhat similar to Zhang Fei...

Lin Xuan suspected that the name was probably to blame.

The name "Yaojin" seems to be a little less qualified than "Xuanling, Ruhui" and others.

"These idiots have no sense and make no sense."

"Those of us who are used to traveling around the world can naturally see that among those officers and soldiers there are quite a few dogs wearing imperial guard uniforms. These are the Imperial Guards from the capital."

Cheng Yaojin waved his hand: "I don't know if there is a thief in the General Manager's Mansion, but even if the snitch kills the General Manager's mother, the imperial guards will not be dispatched."

"Guards?"

Everyone in the lobby changed their expressions, and couldn't help but exclaimed in shock: "Your Majesty... His Majesty, are you coming to Yangzhou again?"

When Yang Guang traveled to Jiangdu, he led more than 100,000 people including kings, hundreds of officials, concubines, and maids, and the fleet was dozens of miles long.

All kinds of gifts and rare ingredients must be prepared within five hundred miles of the prefectures and counties they pass through.

There is also a private talent show every now and then, and when I see a pretty girl, I just pack it up and take her away.

That's all. Sometimes Yang Guang would suddenly have a whim and ask local wealthy households to find some exotic trees, plants, rare birds and animals for him to enjoy.

Anyone who encounters such an errand will be frightened and beg his father to sue his grandma.

This is a bad thing, and it will destroy the family.

"This shouldn't be serious. If the Dog Emperor comes, there will be much more noise than this."

"It should be the dog officials from the capital who come to do something, so they let these imperial guards arrive first to enforce martial law."

Cheng Yaojin grinned: "The Li Clan and the Song Clan are not in the capital. After that old dog Yang Su dies, only those bastards in the Yuwen Clan and the Dugu Clan should have such a pomp."

After speaking, Cheng Yaojin threw away the wine bowl, threw in a piece of broken silver, picked up the steel knife placed aside, turned around and left.

What he just said was disrespectful to the imperial court.

If someone really reports him, the officers and soldiers will definitely come over to perform their duties.

To be on the safe side, it's better to run away as soon as you finish talking.

"..."

Seeing Cheng Yaojin leaving, everyone looked at each other. After hesitating for a moment, everyone stood up and fled out of the inn in a panic.

After all, if the government knew what was going on here.

Maybe, I have to investigate why I didn't capture the bandit who insulted the emperor.

Although nothing will happen, a sum of money is still inevitable.

What a disaster!

"The folk customs are really simple..."

Lin Xuan looked at the empty restaurant, his figure flashed and left.

It sounds pretty good, at least the start is normal, there are no unexpected developments.

Just cut off "Secret of Immortality" and leave Shuanglong with no way out...

***
As we all know, the last years of any dynasty are extremely bad times.

The world is not at peace, thieves are everywhere, wars are going on, and everyone is in danger!
But precisely because the situation was precarious and everyone felt a sense of crisis, the martial arts school ushered in a golden period.

In order to have the ability to protect themselves, more and more ordinary people spend their hard-earned wealth and start practicing martial arts.

As the number one master in Yangzhou, the Shilong Martial Arts Center under the name of "Tui Shanshou" Shi Long has naturally become the leader of the martial arts circle in Yangzhou City.

There are hundreds of disciples coming in and out of the martial arts field every day to practice martial arts.

When practicing boxing, just the shout of "hehe" would shake the ground.

Occasionally, a few stray cats and dogs would pass by, and they would be so frightened that they would tuck their tails and run away in a hurry.

"Practicing martial arts is not like singing. What's the use of shouting louder?"

"Kung Fu is a killing technique, not used to scare people."

"Can you block my punch with twenty years of skill?"

In the inner courtyard of Shilong Martial Arts Center, Shi Long, the somewhat uneasy owner, had just walked out of the quiet room when he heard serious lectures from several of his direct disciples in the front courtyard.

"Let them have a better attitude. They are here to learn skills, not to be scolded."

Shi Long sighed: "It's okay if you can learn something, but they are all scolded in vain..."

He is good at Taoism by nature, he has learned Taoist orthodox mystical skills, and his qualifications are quite good, and he can be regarded as a first-rate master.

Of course, I look down on this kind of training method of "if you can't make a sound with your fists, you can only make a sound by shouting".

However, most martial arts disciples will never be able to practice to the point of entering a martial arts hall after a lifetime of training.

This is also normal.

If he were a truly gifted martial arts prodigy, all the sects and clans would be vying for him...

Who would go to a martial arts gym to practice?

After thinking about this...

Shilong also began to show off.

In the past ten years, although Shi Long still appeared in the martial arts field, he only led a few true disciples.

All routine business is left to the disciples.

However, because of his reputation, his name is displayed in the martial arts field...

People from far and near come here in an endless stream.

"Master, why did you come out? Did you realize something?"

Seeing Shi Long's unkind expression, Feng Shan, a closed-door disciple standing by, quickly picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Shi Long.

He still had some talent, and it took him a few years to learn some basics about Shilong.

Although it is superficial, it can still be regarded as real skill.

Compared to the group of screaming brothers outside, it is much better.

"That book is profound and profound. Let alone comprehending it, even understanding one page is extremely difficult."

Shi Long took the tea, rinsed his mouth, spit it on the ground, and sighed: "The ancients once said, 'If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.' But people in the world often spend their entire lives without being able to hear the Tao..."

What troubled Shi Long was naturally the Taoist secret book "The Secret of Immortality".

According to oral tradition through the ages, this book comes from Guangchengzi, the teacher of the Yellow Emperor in ancient times.

The whole book is written in oracle bone inscriptions and is profound and difficult to understand.

Although there are many sages who have read this book in the past, there are many intelligent people, but no one has ever been able to understand it and decipher the whole book.

Although the book is densely packed with comments from people who have read the book.

However, these annotations are also extremely hellish and more frightening than the original text.

After all, the original Oracle text of "The Secret of Immortality" is just incomprehensible.

Shilong just followed these notes and practiced, and his energy and blood immediately surged, feeling that he would go crazy at any time...

Of course, considering that no one has ever mastered this book throughout the ages.

Shi Long felt that practicing according to the notes was not a good idea.

"Master is so talented that he can defeat all the unbeatable opponents in Yangzhou, isn't it possible?"

Feng Shan was startled and hesitated: "Could it be that the time was too short and Master didn't think about it for a while?"

"I have been reading this book day and night as my teacher for three years."

"But still nothing."

Shi Long smiled bitterly and said: "I feel that, let alone three years, even if you give me another three hundred years, I still won't be able to figure it out."

Once he fell into concentration today, he couldn't help but feel frightened.

Not to mention concentrating on meditating on the "Secret of Immortality", even meditating normally for three days cannot be completed.

Since I can't continue practicing, I might as well chat with my apprentice.

"what?"

Feng Shan was shocked: "Could it be that this book was written randomly and it's impossible to practice at all?"

"No nonsense! I am convinced that this book is profound and profound, and the abyss is as deep as the sea."

"Otherwise, the great wise men of all ages would not have spent a lot of time trying to understand it, and would be overjoyed when they had a little insight."

"It's a pity that my qualifications as a teacher are mediocre, so I get nothing."

"Hey, Master Wei said that your group of nominal brothers are not talented enough..."

Shi Long sighed: "Actually, in the eyes of real masters, being a teacher is also nothing compared to shit."

"Hahaha, Brother Shi's words are a bit presumptuous."

Laughter rang out, and a man in extremely gorgeous robes opened the courtyard door and strode in: "In my eyes, Brother Shi is just like shit."

The man was about thirty years old, tall and thin, with a cold expression.

A pair of eyes is even more profound and unpredictable, giving people a cold and ruthless feeling.

Behind the man, countless imperial guards poured into the gate of the martial arts field like a tide.

(End of this chapter)