Two and a half days later.
Changsun Chong was sent back to Changsun Mansion. His eyes were sunken and his pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes.
Both legs were broken, the pelvis was cracked, and the lumbar disc was herniated.
This is just a small problem.
Changsun Chong was beaten to death.
Not fake, but real.
This was a taboo statement. Of course, Changsun Chong did not dare to tell his father, but in his heart, Jiang Liu had already been cut into pieces.
Changsun Chong revealed his dark and fierce expression, "When the Ghost Festival is over, I will cut you with one knife!"
The streets of Chang'an are wide and flat, paved with stone slabs and as smooth as a mirror.
The prosperity of business is dazzling, and all kinds of goods are dazzling and colorful.
After experiencing a period of labor pain, the human race can always recover full of vitality.
Only by self-improvement can we continue to work hard.
Jiang Liu wore a monk's robe and walked along the street with a beautiful and delicate woman.
The woman was wearing a red dress, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
It is Princess Changle.
The Lord of Calamity once said: "Opportunities don't come by waiting. If you sit back and wait for death, you will only hold hands and look into your tearful eyes, and watch the beauty marry another!"
"It's better to take the initiative than wait for death!"
Therefore, Jiang Liu invited Princess Changle to go shopping.
Changle also heard about his father's edict to select a new prince-in-law.
Changle breathed a sigh of relief.
In Changle's opinion, Changsun Chong was his cousin, and it would be more accurate to say he was a relative.
Changle breathed a sigh of relief not to get married.
When I met Jiang Liu for the first time, he was wearing a plain white monk's robe. His facial features were not handsome, but very attractive.
In short, Changle had no resistance.
Born into a royal family, how can one dare to ask for freedom?
Just don't feel disgusted.
"Princess, do you want to eat candied haws on a stick? It's sour and sweet. It's delicious."
Changle nodded gently.
Jiang Liu walked towards the vendor selling candied haws on a stick, "How much does it cost?"
"It doesn't cost money. Boss Jiang can eat the candied haws of a younger brother. It's a blessing for me. It will give me face when I say it."
Chang Le on the side said, "?"
Jiang Liu's expression changed slightly, "Boss Jiang? What kind of boss? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense."
"Hey, how much does it cost?"
"I...don't dare to ask for it."
If other big guys knew that he was taking money from the boss, how could he still hang out in Chang'an in the future?
"Boss, please don't give me any money, please. There are younger brothers above me and others below me..."
Jiang Liu glanced at Chang Le, his face full of embarrassment, "I'm really not their boss."
I didn't buy any candied haws, so I passed by another hawker.
"Delicious brown sugar glutinous rice cake."
"How did you sell it? How much did it cost?"
"Wucao...Boss? No money, you can try it freshly out of the pot."
Jiang Liu gritted his teeth, "You'd better think carefully about whether you want the money."
The vendor suddenly slapped his head, "I'm sorry, boss, it was my fault."
"Brown sugar glutinous rice cake costs five cents and half a catty, No." The vendor weighed a pound of brown sugar glutinous rice cake to the boss and handed over ten cents.
"Boss, please keep it. Welcome to come again next time."
"Changle, listen to my quibbles..."
After that, we passed several vendors.
August is on fire.
The evening breeze was cool and very pleasant.
Jiang Liu went to buy iced sour plum juice.
Changle walked up to a small vendor and asked, "Uncle, why do you respect him so much?"
"Sister-in-law, are you talking about the boss?"
"Of course you respect that."
"Our lives are given by the boss."
"When the world was settled, we fled to Chang'an to escape famine. My brothers and sisters were almost starving to death."
"It's because the boss followed us and taught us the skills, so we survived in Chang'an."
How can we not respect such kindness?
After a while, the river came back.
"Princess, chilled plum juice."
Chang Le's eyes were like stars, his posture seemed much more relaxed, and his voice became gentler, "Just call me Chang Le."
"Changle."
Jiang Liu glanced at Lao Zhang, who was selling chicken drumsticks, and said, "Not bad, I'll add drumsticks for you when I go back."
…
Tang Dynasty, the city that never sleeps in Chang'an.
The crowds of people and the lights are constantly on. Everyone who sees it with their own eyes will probably be shocked by the prosperity of Chang'an.
The two of them went shopping and moved on.
Passing by a theater building, there were people standing in front of the building, and the crowd was packed.
Tang legends flourished, similar to novels.
The storyteller kept talking, "Five hundred years ago, a tallest mountain peak fell from the sky, suppressing a peerless monster."
"It is rumored that the big demon has a hairy face and a thunderous mouth. It is covered with white hair and has a ferocious face. It sucks the blood of thousands of people every day. It is really terrifying!"
The storyteller still has a lot of skills, the horror atmosphere is well laid out, and the storyline is compact and eye-catching.
Changle was also very interested in Tang Chuanqi and listened quietly.
"Jiang Liu, is what he said true?"
"I heard that a mountain did fall from the sky five hundred years ago."
Jiang Liu chuckled, remembering his first reincarnation.
It is also reincarnation.
A mountain peak fell from the sky, pressing down on a monkey.
"It's half true and half false. Wuzhishan fell to suppress it, but it was not the peerless monster that was suppressed."
"He wears chain-locked golden armor, wears a purple gold crown with phoenix wings on his head, walks on clouds on lotus root silk, and holds a wishful golden hoop. He is called the Great Sage Qitian."
"The pure orthodox magical powers he practices are not comparable to the peerless demon."
Obviously, Jiang Liu's words are more convincing.
"Haha, I didn't expect that there are still some knowledgeable people in Buddhism." A clear laugh sounded from the side.
Jiang Liu and Chang Le looked back and saw a man wearing a white shirt with a beard under his chin, a wine gourd tied around his waist, and a sword on the other side.
There was a golden light in Jiang Liu's eyes, "The monk...at the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal, cultivates the purest magic power."
"Jiang Liu, I have met fellow Taoist."
"Li Bai, I have met fellow Taoist."
"Li Bai? Are you Li Bai?" Chang Le was shocked and very pleasantly surprised.
Li Bai, the human poet!
Li Bai’s 100 poems about drinking wine!
Almost from small to large.
Changle’s idol!
Seeing Chang Le's joy, Jiang Liu took the initiative to invite Li Bai to have a talk.
Jiang Liu asked Lao Liu to take out the fine wine he had collected over the years.
Li Bai was not interested in Buddhist disciples, but he could barely chat with them if he had wine.
Li Bai was not in Chang'an during these five hundred years.
First, he practiced the Qingping Sword Technique with the Sage of the Shangqing Dynasty. After he succeeded, he heard that Brother Hou was suppressed by Buddhism.
So, Li Bai went to Wuzhishan, preparing to push Wuzhishan down with his sword.
But he received a message from the sage, "This is a fate, Stone Monkey will have a chance!"
Li Baixian was bored, so he built a thatched cottage next to Wuzhi Mountain.
We drank and talked about Taoism, and by the way we went to visit the senior brothers and sisters who taught Jie one by one.
The five-hundred-year period has come and Li Bai returned to Chang'an.
After thirty years of drinking.
Li Bai was a little confused, "Jiang Liu, are you... really a disciple of Buddhism?"
"It doesn't look like..."
"It doesn't matter if he looks like him or not, he will get drunk today if he has wine!"
"OK!"
In all kinds of fate, there is no escape from a pleasing sight.
Before it was late at night, the imperial guards hiding in the dark took Chang Le back to the palace.
Li Bai sighed and said, "It's not easy to be the son-in-law of the Human Emperor."
Jiang Liu smiled mysteriously, "You won't know until you try."
Jin Chanzi, who has been depressed for a long time, drinks happily today.
The helper in the plan to eradicate Buddhism has been tentatively booked: Sun Wukong, the Monkey King from five hundred years ago!
