Beijing

It was June, the wind was blowing, and the banyan tree was lush with branches and leaves, and it was early summer.

The climate in June in the north is a bit cool, and most people are wearing robes. Pei Ziyun is wearing white clothes and not even wearing Taoist robes. At this time, he appears outside the outskirts of the capital.

The Great Xu stood up, rebuilt the capital, and built official roads and water transportation. The official ships of the canal can be directly docked. Looking outside, the towering city walls were towering. Pei Ziyun looked at it, stopped for a moment, and sighed lightly. Unexpectedly, he came back this time in this way. It was like a chess.

Stepping inside, the shops in the capital were lined up in a row, not only not recession, but also very lively. Pei Ziyun was a little surprised. After listening carefully, it turned out that the people were cheering and rushing to tell each other, celebrating the pacification of King Lu by the court and celebrating the coming prosperous era.

Yes, the world was chaotic for many years, and finally Emperor Taizu ended the troubled times. The Marquis of Jibei and King Lu rebelled again. Everyone thought they would suffer another military disaster, but they did not expect that the court would quell the chaos so quickly.

The people's requirements are very simple. They can eat and wear warm clothes in daily life, and have a new dress to wear during festivals. In a festive atmosphere, many merchants offer discounts and promotions.

"In order to celebrate the quelling of the rebellion in the court, our shop will be given all drinks and drinks, and only 30% off at ordinary times." A guy shouted at the door.

"Congratulations on the quenching of the rebellion, our store's signature pickled chestnut roast chicken, 50% off." Another hotel has a discount for the quelling of the rebellion.

"Freshly baked sesame cakes cost 2 cents per day, but today you can buy them for one cent."

"I'll let you know that today we have a group of beautiful girls from Huahongyuan. All drinks are 50% off. Don't miss them."

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Pei Ziyun witnessed it, following the bustling crowds of people, and stopped to look back, and couldn't help but feel deeply sad and smiled bitterly.

The court was dangerous and the battle was fought. Compared with this, it really felt like a different world. Pei Ziyun glanced at him and saw that there was a wine shop in front of him, which was three stories high. He walked in with him. Seeing that the downstairs were lively, he couldn't help but frown. The guy came over and smiled: "This young man, there is a little lively below, and there is an elegant seat above, which can enjoy the scenery..."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Ziyun smiled: "I'm right below, just serve some wine and food."

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone say: "The world is peaceful, and the people eat and drink to welcome it. This is a grand scene. I am fortunate to see it, and it will be worthwhile to live."

Pei Ziyun looked back and saw an old man twisting his beard with his hands, looking at the bustling streets and saying, "I'm a little stunned when I see the visitor, Pei Ziyun was slightly stunned and bowed: "It turns out to be a teacher, and the students are polite."

Although this old man was simple, Pei Ziyun was the chief examiner when he was admitted to Jieyuan. The students were in the world, hundreds of thousands of miles away, and thousands of miles away. They had different languages ​​and had different names. Once they passed the exam, there were so-called chief examiners, who were called teachers, and those who were on the same list were called the same year.

Hu Yingzhen took the protagonist as Jie Yuan back then, so he was a master.

The two of them didn't go upstairs, so they found a seat downstairs to sit down, asking for a plate of peanuts, a few pieces of tofu, and a pot of wine. The guy cursed: "It looks like a young master, but it turns out to be a poor scholar."

Both of them ignored it and took their seats to toast. At noon, the sun was shining outside the building, and the crowds were crowded with each other. There was still a piano sound coming through the walls on the building, and a female voice sang in a meticulous voice.

"This song is a song of peace. Although it is a bit vulgar, it is exactly the same as the scene." Hu Yingzhen seemed not a master, but an ordinary old man. After a glass of wine, his pale face was a little bloody. Seeing Pei Ziyun thinking, he said: "I look at Jie Yuan's poems, which are elegant and elegant, and are all in peace and prosperity. I don't know if there is any poem?"

"Xie Yuan is so familiar and missed." Pei Ziyun thought to himself, smiling: "Students are not talented, and there is a poem lingering in their hearts."

After saying that, he raised his chopsticks and knocked on the bowl and sang, and every word was clear and clear.

"The man from the red chicken heard the dawn, and the green clouds fur just entered the trousers.

The Nine Heavens Changhe opened the palace, and the clothes and crowns of all nations were worshipped.

The sun is just like the sun, and the immortal palm moves, and the cigarette is about to float by the dragon.

The court must cut off the five-color edict when it is terminated, and the voice of the pen is returned to Fengchi Head."

Hu Yingzhen heard it and was a little confused. Pei Ziyun was very suspicious. He was not a coincidence. He was already a third-rank rank when he was the president a few years ago, and now he is a second-rank rank. Although he is a cold-hearted person by nature, he was disappointed when he heard that Pei Ziyun abandoned his scholars and followed the Tao. How could he know that he had achieved this now?

At this moment, Pei Ziyun's words are all over the place, and when he thinks of the grievances this person suffered, he can't help but feel pity and respect. But when he came to him, what is the personal gain and loss compared to this world?

He said now: "The Nine Heavens Changhe opened the palace, and all nations have a good poem of clothes and crowns and plaques."

"This is a peaceful and prosperous era, and the poem Jie Yuan is in line with the situation. It's time to come and have a drink." After saying that, he raised his glass of wine and drank it.

"Since you recognize me as a teacher, I will ask, I wonder what you intend to go to Beijing this time?" Seeing Pei Ziyun drinking all over, Hu Yingzhen's eyes were bright and bright, as if she was considering choosing words, but she still asked straightforwardly.

"What a great master knows that I will certainly give retribution to the current emperor when I enter Beijing." Pei Ziyun's face was calm, as if he said something ordinary.

As soon as these words were said, the guests around were stunned, and the whole audience was silent, as silent as death. Some customers who saw the opportunity had already stood up and slipped away, as if they were afraid of causing trouble.

Hu Yingzhen came here with a mission. As soon as Pei Ziyun entered Beijing, he knew that there were countless words to say when the master and apprentice met.

I just didn't expect Pei Ziyun to speak naked like this without any concealment.

Hu Yingzhen's heart was stunned, and was shocked and angry. He shouted: "You are still a scholar and have been grateful to the court for a long time. Even if you feel a little wronged, as a minister, you should not be angry and resentful. I came before, just to persuade you to avoid losing your fate."

"I don't want you to be crazy. I'm really a lord. If you dare to say such a ruthless person, you will be my student. I will immediately apologize and obey the court's handling. Or for your merits, you can also forgive me if you have a grace."

"I have received great kindness for a long time?" Pei Ziyun smiled, got up and left, not wanting to tell the difference.

Hu Yingzhen's face turned pale and his hands were shaking. When he saw Pei Ziyun leaving, he felt dizzy and shouted: "Do you want to kill the king? Since that's the case, I'll kill him here, so as not to say that I've taught a traitor who is so ruthless."

"Why should I do this?" Pei Ziyun turned his back to Hu Yingzhen: "You actually know the grievances and grievances in it. Can I still retreat now? Why should I retreat?"

"Okay, since that's the case, if you dare to kill the lord, why not add the title of killing the master?" the old man said stubbornly.

Pei Ziyun shook his head, ignored him and left the restaurant.

Hu Yingzhen surged upwards with blood, stood up, and without thinking, hitting the big pillar of the restaurant.

"Bang." With a loud noise, Hu Yingzhen was already lying on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices. He vented more and had less energy, and he seemed to be unable to survive.

Pei Ziyun paused and sighed sadly: "There are so many benevolent people in the world, so why bother to seek benevolence and benevolence? The masters will go all the way, and there are many people following you."

After saying that, he left.

Several people in the restaurant who disguised themselves as drinkers woke up. One of them stepped forward and touched their breath, shook their heads: "Mr. Hu is already old, and this collision is about to die. I can't do it anymore. Alas, loyal and martyrdom dies in the country, this is the style of an ancient minister!"

Another person was a little disdainful: "It's not this person who taught this student."

"You have passed this. The True Lord is so talented, not Hu Yingzhen, but others have chosen him as a juren. This is a disaster. And even if there is some connection, it will be completely erased."

"The only disadvantage is that we told him that he should have a gentle tone, be moved by emotions and understand the truth. He didn't expect that the old man would have a stubborn temper and really scolded his disciple Pei Ziyun, so he turned aside."

"But looking at the True Lord, I am afraid that it is touching the feelings and understanding the truth, and it is useless to do anything, and I am not moved at all." Speaking of this, the man asked, "Have the whereabouts of the little princess and the others been found?"

One person left the line, bowed slightly, and said, "According to the last line we arranged for the people next to the princess, the princess should have gone to sea, but the specific route and destination cannot be confirmed."

"Although I have sent sea boats to patrol, the sea is so big and there is no clear goal. I am really looking for a needle in a haystack. Until the morning, I contacted it for the last time, but I haven't found it yet."

"Oh, it seems that the task of finding out where they are and fighting for buffering has failed. Now, we can only solve it in the imperial city and report it to His Majesty. "

"yes!"

Not to mention this, Pei Ziyun walked through the crowd, seemingly slow to walk, but in fact, he passed a few feet in a blink of an eye, and soon he arrived at Tianjie.

"The rain on the sky street is as moist as soft as a crisp, and the grass looks close but nothing."

"However, it's not February and March, but June, but this poem is a bit inconsistent."

Tianjie is the abbreviation of the street in front of Chengtian Gate, which directly leads to the imperial city where the government affairs and the emperor lives. Most people cannot enter here, but government officials can. At this time, Pei Ziyun was reciting this poem. Although he felt the snooping and murderous intent, he ignored it and arrived in front of the gate.

The door was wide open, but no one was guarding it, and there was no interception. Pei Ziyun did not go in immediately, closed his eyes slightly, and silently said in his heart: "System."

A plum blossom appeared in front of me quickly, and it quickly enlarged into a translucent data frame, floating in front of my vision with a faint sense of light, and the latest data appeared in front of me.

"Earth Immortal: Seventh Level (100.6%)."

"It's finally here, it's not worth it. I deliberately slowed down a little." Pei Ziyun's heart moved slightly, and an invisible light flashed away. After only ten breaths, Pei Ziyun slowly opened his eyes.

I saw a golden light flashing in his eyes, and his exposed skin had turned into gold, with a metallic texture, but it looked a little brass, not gold.

"Iron cast and copper are poured into pieces." Pei Ziyun glanced at the transparent data frame systemized and saw that the data above had been changed.

"Earth Immortal: Eighth Level (0.7%)"
Chapter completed!