The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

In the beautiful southern part of the Yangtze River, the weather was somewhat hot.

The capital of Bianliang City, the southern Song Dynasty, was bustling with life. The bustling streets were now filled with three people.

The man and woman wore white, the man was handsome, and the woman was beautiful. Behind the two of them followed a middle-aged man with a steel blade on his back.

At Li Dao's suggestion, many people were tempted. They followed him to the imperial city's Bianliang.

Among them, Chang Wenxuan and Zhu Ziliu were the most passionate. As scholars, they naturally knew what the meaning of allowing the Dragon Court to stand by its side was. If they succeeded, they would be passed down forever.

In the face of such temptation, there was no scholar who could not be tempted. Even Great Hero Guo, who was wholeheartedly serving the nation and the people, was tempted.

Walking on the street, the little dragon girl looked around, curious about everything. Ever since she was young, there were too many things that she had never seen before in the ancient tomb.

Li Dao pulled her hand and smiled. In his hand was a candied flakes, a mask, and some other small things.

Although the Southern Song Imperial Court was incompetent to the outside world and decayed internally, there was no doubt about the prosperity of Liangliang City.

Perhaps there were many poor places in the Southern Song, but this was definitely not one of them.

The poorer the people, the richer the officials were. The oil shop, the rice shop, the bank, the salt house, the brothel, the restaurant, and all the houses on both sides of the street had their doors opened.

Needless to say, these were all the property of the old master.

Little Dragon Girl would feel fresh whenever she saw anything, and Li Dao would buy everything for her.

Countless people on the street stopped to walk. They couldn't even walk when they saw Xiao Long's beautiful appearance. Fortunately, no ignorant officials and second generations came to put on a show, pretending to be domineering and slapping their faces.

Li Dao and Xiao Long walked and stopped, just like Sun Zhenzi. He carried a big and small bag on his back and a big and small bag in his hand.

Sweat trickled down his forehead. He couldn't even wipe it off with his hand, much less complain.

The sun was waning in the west as it dyed the clouds in the sky bright red.

The street is even more lively, this time the beam, is the beam of the brothel.

The official family of the Song Dynasty had left various romantic affairs in the brothel, so brothels were most popular in the Song Dynasty.

Walking on the street, you could hear the faint sound of a servant singing some words like "Where did the wine wake up tonight" and "Where did the wind blow?".

The little dragon girl was still in high spirits, but Li Dao and Sun Zhenzi were already in a miserable state. Especially Sun Zhenzi, whose entire body was covered in bags.

Going shopping with a woman was not a simple matter.

Li Yao brought the two of them into a dark alley, stopping Xiao Long from continuing her wanderings.

The alleyway was empty. They walked to a courtyard and pushed open the courtyard door. Inside, it was Guo Jing and other practitioners of the martial arts world.

"Greetings, Alliance Head!"

These people bowed and greeted Li Dao.

Sun Zhenzi went to store the large and small package on his body.

The courtyard was quiet and serene. It was obvious that it had been a long time since anyone had stayed here, and it was even a bit eerie.

This courtyard was the property of the great benefactor Wang, as it was temporarily the foothold of the heroes.

Under the weak light of the candle, many of the men in the martial arts world were gathered together with excited expressions. In the past, the martial arts world and the imperial government did not get along very well. But now, they, the brutes of the martial arts world, actually wanted to interfere in the affairs of the imperial court. How could they not be excited?

"Chief, what should we do next?" As the deputy chief, Guo Jing was naturally the first to speak.

Li Dao waved his hand, "There's no rush. Tomorrow, you will go and check out which villains are present in the imperial government. Let's do it one by one." Then we'll plan it again. "

Everyone listened and nodded. After all, this was not the Elementary Scholar. Killing a good person by mistake was not a good thing.

After discussing for a while more, the crowd of heroes finally dispersed. Li Dao walked out of the courtyard and looked towards the southeast direction. It was the Residence of Prince Gong.