big master, big liar

After going out on the road, the carriages and horses were delayed for a long time. In addition to the time Ji Yunxi was recuperating from his injuries, the group of people rushed quickly, and they arrived in Shengjing a few days later than the scheduled time.

When we arrived, it was almost the end of the new year, and Shengjing was not as cold as the North, but also much more lively, and the streets and alleys were filled with a strong New Year flavor.

It was not until they arrived in Shengjing that Fang Qiutang and Song Xuan truly realized Ji Yunxi's identity.

That is the real son of the dragon and the grandson of the phoenix, the heir of the Tian family.

I don't know if it was because of the rumors that he narrowly escaped from the dead, or because of the festive atmosphere approaching the end of the year, the road was blocked by the people who came to watch the guard of honor, which made the two of them click their tongues.

But after being taken into the palace, there was no news from Ji Yunxi.

Song Xuan went to inquire and found out that all the princes who are not crowned kings should live in Changming's residence in the palace, and they cannot go out easily, but some news can be sent.

It's just that Ji Yunxi has just returned to the palace, and he doesn't care about posting news about all the miscellaneous things.

Thinking of this, Song Xuan didn't worry any more, and focused on playing with Fang Qiutang in Shengjing.

"If you ask me, Sifang City is still as lively as it is, but Shengjing's end is more grand than ours." Fang Qiutang walked with him in the market, and couldn't help but criticize. "The rules are too big. After the second watch, there is not even a ghost on the street. Unlike our place, the third watch is still lively."

"Under the Son of Heaven's feet, it is naturally unusual." Song Xuan shook his head. "I'm afraid that if a plaque falls from the street market, three or five officials will be killed."

"You're not right," Fang Qiutang laughed. "A plaque fell from the market and killed five people. I guess there must be three officials and two cultivators."

This is also true.

Dayao originally respected Buddhism and Taoism, and now he is dedicated to seeking immortality, so that he can be effective, this Shengjing is surrounded by incense, and Taoists and monks from all directions gather here.

Those who are capable will go through the officialdom in order to be recommended to the emperor to soar into the sky, and those who are not capable will build momentum in this market in order to gain fame, which is still for the sake of glory and wealth.

This is not their wishful thinking, there are already many such examples around me today, the two most famous ones go to and from the court like a stroll in the court, and the "Taoist officials" who are sealed are more prestigious than the third-rank officials.

As for the stories of these Taoist officials, they were passed on by word of mouth. After three days in Shengjing, Song Xuan heard them all by heart.

What immortals give medicine, what innate supernatural powers are all memes that Song Xuan has heard so much, but they let them pass on them as miraculous.

Fang Qiutang snorted: "It's embarrassing to show any bad stories. It's not as good as those storytellers who make up random stories."

Song Xuansi and he heard Ji Yunxi's fourteen kinds of legends about resurrection from the dead that day, but he also agreed with Fang Qiutang's statement.

The two of them walked around like this, and they came to the busiest area in the downtown area. It was a simple and simple wooden platform with the pattern of Qingluan carved on it. There were many people gathered around, but they didn't see the noise, but they were all whispering. .

"What is this?" Fang Qiutang squeezed over curiously to have a look. "A juggler?"

But in exchange for a vicious white eye.

Some old people onlookers stared at him: "Little baby doesn't understand, so don't talk nonsense, the person above is Fuluan Celestial Master, who is inviting God, if people hear it, I'm afraid he will suffer retribution."

Fang Qiutang was a little annoyed by this stare, but seeing that it was an old man over half a century old, he couldn't care less about him, so he muttered in a low voice: "What Fuluan is, it's just a trick to fool people."

Unexpectedly, the old man had white hair on his temples, but his ears were very sensitive. When he heard that Fang Qiutang did not speak with a Shengjing accent, he became more and more arrogant: "It turns out that he is a poor boy from the countryside. No wonder he has no knowledge. He doesn't even know the art of supporting Luan , dare to come to Shengjing to be presumptuous?"

The old man's voice was high and loud, and when he came down, the people around him stared at them, and even the two people on the stage stopped their movements.

Fang Qiutang got angry, so he ignored it: "An old rascal is more knowledgeable than me. They say that Shengjing is fertile, maybe it's too fat, and all kinds of pickled things can be raised? "

Fang Qiutang's eloquence was honed among shrews in the market place. An old man was no match for him. He was so angry that he blushed and couldn't even speak cursing words.

It was not the first time Song Xuan had seen this situation. At first, he insisted on persuading him with the principle of a peacemaker, but after seeing it a lot, he was too lazy to persuade him. In short, Fang Qiutang would win the quarrel.

Only this time it was different.

Fang Qiutang didn't quarrel, when he heard a boy with a bun coming from beside him, and said crisply: "You two, our heavenly master invites you to go up."

Both Song Xuan and Fang Qiutang were slightly taken aback.

Song Xuan looked around and saw a plaque on the front of the platform with the three characters "Qingluan Terrace" written on it, and suddenly realized.

They even made trouble in front of Immortal Ring.

Qingluan Terrace, also known as Immortal Arena, is a new thing in Shengjing in the past two years, and it is also a famous scene in Shengjing.

If it is said that alchemists have thousands of abilities, on this stage there is only one of them, Fuluan.

The so-called Fuluan is also called Fuji and Inviting God in other places, because Qingluan is the legendary mount of an immortal, so there is such a name as Qingluan Terrace.

To put it bluntly, it is two people holding a shelf, hanging a stick from the shelf, and using the stick to write on the sand table, which is called an oracle and divination for people.

Different Fuluan masters invite different gods, and sometimes it depends on the problem of the person to be fortune-told.

But these are superficial supernatural powers, Song Xuan is clear about the doorway here, and Fang Qiutang is also clear.It is nothing more than the hand skills that have been honed. A powerful Fuluan master can use that frame to cooperate and write whatever he wants. The so-called oracle is nothing but bragging.

"Ask us to go up? What are you doing?" Fang Qiutang stopped arguing and narrowed her fox eyes, as if she was full of bad water.

"Our celestial master is the host of Qingluan Terrace this year. Seeing that you two seem to be a little confused, we specially want to answer your questions." The boy's voice was crisp.

There was an uproar in the surroundings, the competition at Qingluan Terrace was over as early as Dongyue, and now it is the time when the Celestial Master sits in Qingluan Terrace to divination for the people, and only ten people are drawn every day.

Today, the quota was given to these two stunned youths from other places.

Fang Qiutang turned his eyes, showed a smile, and asked Song Xuan: "How is it?"

Song Xuan laughed: "Didn't you think about it a long time ago? What else do you ask?"

When it comes to these ingenious and obscene skills, Fang Qiutang takes the second place, but no one dares to take the number one.

Since this so-called celestial master dared to invite Fang Qiutang and Song Xuan to go up, no matter what the purpose was, the two of them would not be afraid.