Seeing Zhang Ying's reborn again, Jiang Chang was unbearable, and gave him a 50,000 -flavored fire value for him to exchange for the good luck of this life.

However, Zhang Ying in this life was not born in the big scene, but was too wasteful.

I don't know if the warrior was born abroad, or was born in the gate of the Taihuang Zong.

Every year, there are martial arts forces to go to Taihuang Kaizong religion. Although they leave the big scene, they still belong to the big scene. Because they rely on themselves, it is difficult to survive and must exchange resources.

Jiang Changsheng didn't go to see it. He had a lot of friends like Zhang Ying. He couldn't pay attention to everyone.

Life continues to pass.

Regarding the news that the emperor wants to host the Beijing event, he also asked Bai Yiwei to give the big scenes all over the scenes, vassals, and major princes.

In the next few months, a large number of cars and horses came in and out, making the capital very lively.

Jiang Che was sitting in the small pavilion, staring at a group of Taoist priests who were not far away.

Chen Li sat in front of Jiang Che and talked about the actions of Tianzi, he could not help but smile, and said, "I am really worried that the atmosphere of the big scene is crooked." Jiang Che calmly said: "What are you afraid of?

Correction is. "

If there is no grievance in his heart, it is impossible. Just let the Manchu Wenwu look at it, and leave him, whether the next heavenly son is really sacred. Of course, the reason why he doesn't care is also based on the great scene.

The big scene cannot be chaotic.

Invincible and peace inside.

Can anyone dare to rebel in the Jiangshan?

To be honest, he really looks forward to a scene of rebellion, just to let the people of the world recall the means of Tao ancestors.

When Chen Li saw that he no longer wanted to control the imperial power, he could only give up, turned his head to look at the group of Taoist priests, and asked curiously: "Are they really talented?"

Jiang Che said: "The alchemy of Xiao Penglai is still a bit powerful. You see, although you have not been able to make long -term medicine, my body is really getting better and better, and sigh step by step." Chen Li looked at him

, I can't help nod, and I have a thought in my heart. Should I imitate it?

Chen Li has a self -knowledge. His martial arts talent is not first -class. In addition, he is busy with government affairs on weekdays. The time of martial arts is not abundant. How long can he live?

The emperor is down, the movements of the world are fast, and the teleportation array of various places has begun to be commercial. More and more talented people and women rushed to Beijing.

Poetry and music, those courtyards are also charming songs.

Jiang Qing's desired bliss has begun to start in the capital. Bai Qi three monsters also enter the city from time to time to enjoy it.

On this day, Mu Lingluo returned to Longqishan. It turned out that the Mu family was also invited to come. The Mu family purchased a mansion in Beijing, but since she is back, she naturally accompany Jiang Changsheng.

"The capital is really lively. The streets are all kinds of martial arts performances, and there are inscriptions.

For this kind of Beijing, even if she is cold, she is quite novel.

The capital is expanding every year, and it has reached the initial ten times. Some people have played in the show, and if they go on like this, Sizhou can be renamed Jingzhou.

Jiang Changsheng held her hand and laughed: "Since I like it, just wait." Ji Wujun saw this scene, leaving the yard with interest. Only Jiang Changsheng left in the courtyard, Mu Lingluo.

Mu Lingluo tilted his head slightly and said: "Then are you willing to accompany me? It's been so long since we came to Dajing and you haven't taken time to accompany me. I know you like to practice, and so do I, but we have to leave some time for each other, no?

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Jiang Changsheng thought about it and felt that it was indeed necessary. It didn't matter if he practiced for a few days less.

"When the grand party starts, I will accompany you down the mountain to have a look. I should also experience the prosperity of the world." Jiang Changsheng said with a smile. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and touched her head.

Mu Linluo smiled. She seemed to have thought of something, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she asked in a low voice.

Jiang Changsheng slowly pulled her to her feet and whispered in her ear, asking her to

A look of anticipation on his face.

"I will definitely practice hard until that day." Mu Lingluo said seriously, with fighting spirit in his eyes.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and then pulled her towards the house.

Mu Lingluo was held by him, his face flushed with shame, but his eyes were full of joy.

The other side.

Bai Qi, Huang Tian, ​​and Heitian were lying on the eaves, looking at the literati who were fighting in the courtyard below. The three demons made comments from time to time. This courtyard was purchased privately by the emperor before, and the literati who could enter this courtyard

He was very talented and high-spirited. Ji Wujun suddenly appeared next to Bai Qi and sat down.

Bai Qi asked in surprise: "Why are you here? Aren't you not interested in these things?"

Ji Wujun looked down and said calmly: "Miss Mu is here." "You're here when you come. What's wrong?" "I saw Daozu holding her hand, so I couldn't avoid it?" "Is it true or not?"

Bai Qi's eyes shone and he suddenly became excited. What is this? The iron tree is blooming?

It used to think that Daozu didn't like this, but now that Lingluo has opened up Daozu's interest in this aspect, its chances are greater. Lord Ji Wu responded: "Well, that's normal. Daozu does treat her differently."

Bai Qi came back to his senses, looked her up and down, and said in surprise: "You don't have thoughts about Daozu, do you? Let's say it first, let's get in line!"

Hearing this, Ji Wujun couldn't help but roll his eyes and said angrily: "Don't say I don't have any ideas. Even if I do, do I need to argue with you? Who do you think you are?" Bai Qi shook his body and said with a proud smile: "

I am not as strong as you, but I am more open-minded. Just watch, the master will understand my merits sooner or later, and I also have my own talents." 7

Ji Wujun frowned and moved away in disgust, for fear of being exposed to its evil smell. But when he looked into the courtyard again, Ji Wujun's heart could not calm down.

Her mind was still in the courtyard on the mountain, wondering what Daozu and Miss Mu were doing.

In October, the weather was fine, and the Changle Festival officially started. The whole capital was in great joy. The emperor held a banquet in front of the Renhuang Monument and invited famous prostitutes to sing poems and songs written by literati. Then dignitaries from all over the country selected who was more outstanding. Everyone was happy.

There is one lot to be cast, and anyone who gets eighteen lots will be announced to the whole city by the white-clothed guards, and have all the buildings and gardens in the city chant.

Jiang Changsheng was wearing white clothes and walking among the crowd with Xun Lingluo. The two of them looked like a couple of gods and immortals, attracting many people's attention. Behind them, Ji Wujun, Bai Qi, Huang Tian, ​​and Heitian followed. Ji Wujun said helplessly:

"Why do we have to follow Daozu?"

Bai Qi smiled proudly and said, "This is my master's first time visiting the market, so of course I have to accompany him." Huang Tian shouted, "That's right!"

People and warriors in the capital have become accustomed to wolves and cats that speak human words, because there are many such monsters in the capital. Master Bai Qi of Longqishan is the monster wolf. It is the mascot in the hearts of the people in the capital, and it can bring

good luck.

Mei Changsheng felt the lively atmosphere on the street, and felt at ease in her heart. An Changwang felt the warmth and atmosphere of her father's Taoist work, and her heart was filled with Wu Shi's words.

Since his reincarnation, he has been hiding in the mountains to practice martial arts. This is the first time he has gone down the mountain to feel the atmosphere of the festival. At this moment, he feels that he is integrated with this world instead of playing a game.

Incense believers are not just believers, but living people. Tao follows nature, and what is nature is not nature according to the rules of heaven and earth. This world is also natural. Jiang Changsheng has a clear understanding in his heart and is immersed in it.

Mu Lingluo paid attention to the rouge and gouache. Normally, she disliked these things the least, but today when she came with Jiang Changsheng, she wanted these things inexplicably.

I accidentally met disciples from the Murong family, Fuyue family, Long Qiguan and others on the street. After seeing them, their expressions changed drastically and they quickly walked away.

The world is prosperous and the world is full of dust.

The Changle Festival held by the emperor was a success, and it was more successful than the civil and military ministers expected. They originally thought that this would be the beginning of the decline of Dajing, but they did not expect that it would have a different style. Most of the poems written by the literati were praising Taoist ancestors and the emperors of Dajing.

With famous generals and capable ministers, as their poems spread in the streets and alleys of the capital, they also gathered the hearts of the people, and a heartfelt pride was born.

At this time, the ministers understood what the emperor meant. Bliss was not only the desire of the mortal body, but also the pleasure of the mind.

The Changle Festival lasted for seven days and seven nights, and the lights in the capital never went out at night.

After this meeting, Mu Lingluo followed the Mu family back, preparing to continue the war against Taihuang.

Guests from all over the country also returned one after another, and the legend of the Changle Festival spread. Legend has it that at the Changle Festival in the capital, you can see the best secret arts, the most amazing poems, the most moving beauties, the most delicious wine, and the richest wine.

Auctions, etc.

In the second year of Changle, various places in the world were still discussing the Changle Festival. The emperor did not indulge in it, but decided to hold it once every ten years, so that it would be precious. In early March.

The clone came back, and after Jiang Changsheng fused it, he began to feel the Classic of Mountains and Seas and the Treasure Mirror of Heaven and Earth. These two treasures were getting stronger and stronger. Taking them out alone, he felt that he could already suppress the ordinary Martial Emperor. After playing with it for a while, Jiang Changsheng released the clone again.

, let the clone leave with the two treasures. On the other side. Deep underground.

One after another, lonely wild ghosts emerged from the top of the underground world, all with confused faces, and flew towards the underworld with a faint green light below. A soul fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

He stared at the underworld, his expression changed, and he murmured: "My name is Zhang Ying... the vice president of the Qiyuan Chamber of Commerce, why am I here?"

He looked down at his hands, then touched his soul body and passed through it. He realized that he was dead.

The memories before his death came to his mind, as well as the experiences of the next two lives, but the experiences of the latter two lives were short and insignificant.

He smiled bitterly and stepped forward.

"Could this be the legendary Nine Netherworld, where people have to come here when they die? It's strange why I didn't come here when I died two times before..."
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