"He is a Supreme Elder of the Sky Poison Sect, which is famous in the monastic world! He is an expert in the late stage of divine transformation! Moreover, Third Young Master Zhen is still his registered disciple!"
"Sky Poison Sect? Named disciple?" Lin Zhennan pondered.
"General Escort Lin, don't underestimate the registered disciples!" Seeing that Lin Zhennan's expression did not change, Po Wang thought that Lin Zhennan had underestimated Master Zhen's status as a registered disciple, so she hurriedly said, "Sky Poison Sect is one of the most powerful sects in the world of monasticism. As a famous sect among the 13 sects, Young Master Zhen can be chosen as a registered disciple by the Supreme Elder. He is also a good one-in-a-million candidate! As the saying goes, a bird follows the phoenix and soars far away. If the Lin family can compete with If you get married in the City Lord's Mansion, you will have two big backers in the City Lord's Mansion and the Sky Poison Sect. Isn't the Lin family's rise to prominence just around the corner? Haha..."
Grandma Wang was frothing when she was talking, but Lin Zhennan suddenly interrupted her: "If you want to ask this 'miraculous doctor' to cure your little girl, do you have to let your little girl marry Young Master Zhen?"
Wang Po was worried about how to express this condition in a "tactful" way. Seeing Lin Zhennan point it out directly, she was slightly startled and nodded with a smile: "Haha, Mr. Lin is really quick to talk! To be honest, the miracle doctor said that Miss Lin's disease is very rare. , even if a miracle doctor takes action, it will cost a lot of money to cure it. Therefore, if Miss Lin and Young Master Zhen get married, then the old man's treatment is to help his own family, but if it is an outsider... I am afraid that it will cost him gold and silver. With mountains piled up in front of us, even the miracle doctors may not be able to help.”
Lin Zhennan's face was as sinking as water. He was about to scold Granny Wang angrily, but when he heard Qu Wuming suddenly asked: "Do you know the name of this miracle doctor?"
"Hey, that miracle doctor is an old god-like figure. How dare you ask for his name?" Wang Po, for some reason, always has an indescribable fear of this bearded man. When she saw the man hearing this With a displeased look on his face, he hurriedly swallowed and added, "However, the slave family heard that the housekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion called him 'Elder Lu'."
"Elder Lu?" Qu Wuming frowned and snorted coldly, "Do you have anything else to say? If you don't have any more, just leave!"
"Huh?" Wang Po was stunned when she heard this and looked at Lin Zhennan, "This?..."
Unexpectedly, Lin Zhennan didn't even look at her, and shouted out the door: "Come here, see the guests off!"
"Hey, stop it! Mr. Lin, head escort, don't you want to save Miss Lin? The miracle doctor said that Miss Lin's illness cannot be delayed. If it lasts more than 21 days, even the gods will not be able to save her! "Wang Po stood up suddenly and said.
"I said, see the guests off!" Lin Zhennan glared at Wang Po with a gloomy look and said, "Don't force me to throw you out with my own hands! Get out!"
Wang Po was still willing to persuasion, but two bodyguards rushed in from the door. One of them grabbed one of Wang Po's arms and dragged her away.
"General Guard Lin, Lin Zhennan! Don't be so shameless! If you offend the City Lord's Mansion, be careful you won't even be able to do business in the future! Lin Zhennan!... Let me go, let go, I will leave on my own!... "
When Granny Wang's shouts gradually faded away, Lin Zhennan had already stood up and stood beside Qu Wuming, his eyes full of inquiry.
Qu Wuming knew what he was thinking and said in a deep voice: "Speaking of Elder Lu, he is still an 'acquaintance'."
When Lin Zhennan heard this, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Just as a hint of relief appeared on his face, Wuming continued: "That man's name is Lu Ling. He had a nephew named Lu Linyuan. He once threatened your ancestor Lin Wanqing, and later he died. It's in the hands of both of us. It's just that he may not know about it."
"Ah?! This..." Lin Zhennan suddenly felt like crying without tears.
At this time, Qu Wuming stood up with a cry, patted Lin Zhennan's shoulder and said, "You don't have to worry. Since Lu Ling dares to show his dirty tricks to Lin Man, he must have the consciousness to be liquidated after the incident is revealed. Since he knows Now that he is up to something, things will be easier to handle! Just wait for my news at home."
Qu Wuming left Fuwei Escort Agency and walked slowly towards the city lord's palace, already thinking about it as he walked.
As he was walking, he saw a rather tall scholar strolling along the roadside. Qu Wuming took two steps and hugged the scholar's shoulders. With a little force, he was already on the other side before the scholar could shout. He hugged him into a nearby secluded dark alley.
When Qu Wuming came out again a while later, he had changed into a scholar's attire, waving a folding fan, and walked happily towards the back garden of the City Lord's Mansion that the previous young scholars had mentioned.
Deep in the dark alley, a young man without his outer robe was squatting on the ground with a blank look on his face, holding a silver coin in his hand. He couldn't remember what happened just now...
When Qu Wuming arrived at the venue of the "Qingtan Poetry Conference", he discovered that the back garden of the city lord's palace had actually opened a temporary entrance on the wall facing the street. Dozens of city guards in bright armor were maintaining security near the entrance. .
Looking in from the newly opened entrance, all we can see is a screen wall made of a whole rock. In the middle of the rock, there are six characters "Qing Tan Poetry Conference" written with flying phoenixes. The writing is vigorous and powerful, and it is clear at first glance. From everyone's handwriting.
From a distance, I saw a burly scholar coming slowly waving a folding fan. The city guard sergeant responsible for checking the admission invitation did not dare to neglect. The leader clasped his fists and said, "Master, do you have an invitation?"
"No." Qu Wuming shook his head, took out two full-pound silver ingots from his robe sleeves, threw them to the sergeant, and said, "How about this invitation letter?"
"Of course you can." The sergeant took the silver ingot and bumped it, hurriedly waving his hands to get out of the way and inviting Qu Wuming to come in.
Qu Wuming nodded to the sergeant to thank him and walked in with his head held high.
"Boss, why did that scholar look so awkward just now?" A soldier muttered as he approached the sergeant, "I'm afraid there were hundreds of scholars who went in today, but none of them were as tall and strong as him. The scholar's robe doesn't look like a robe at all on him, but rather like a tights."
"Whatever." The sergeant put the silver ingot into his arms, "Since you know the rules so well, you can go in if you want. Don't you guys have the money for drinks this month? Haha..."
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Naturally, Qu Wuming could no longer hear the mutterings of the sergeants outside at this moment, because not long after bypassing the screen wall and moving forward, there was already a bustle of people, strings and bamboos, and it was very lively.
Qu Wuming stayed at Fuwei Escort Agency for a long time. At this time, the Qingtan Poetry Conference was coming to an end. A poem was copied and delivered to the audience of the conference. There were indeed many excellent works among them, which attracted many readers to sit around in groups, shaking their heads, reading and appreciating, and from time to time they would exchange a few comments.
Not long after, in the middle of a pool of blue waves deep in the garden, there was a sudden burst of applause. The readers who could not squeeze into the core area of the poetry meeting stopped and looked up. They were talking about who had recited what masterpiece. cheered.
Qu Wuming naturally had no interest in these verbose poems. His goal is very simple - Lu Ling, as the Supreme Elder of the Sky Poison Sect, is now in Chang'an City, and he is also the master of the Third Young Master of the City Lord (although Third Young Master Zhen is only a registered disciple), the Lord of the City will definitely regard him as his disciple. Guest of honor.
But the city lord still has to attend the Qingtan Poetry Conference, so Lu Ling will definitely be invited - after all, events of this scale are not common, and there are also performances from the top ten art galleries in Chang'an City. Lu Ling refuses The possibility of not attending is probably extremely low.
As for how to act after seeing him, Qu Wuming had conceived several plans and just waited to see the opportunity.
When Qu Wuming walked along a corridor and passed through the bustling crowds to reach the lake in the back garden, he saw that the city lord's palace had actually built a rather wide floating island in the middle of the huge lake.
The floating island is located in the center of the lake, and there is a faint layer of golden light floating where it meets the water surface. It can be seen that it is based on the formation, allowing the entire island to float on the water surface. Nine suspension bridges extending over the floating island are connected to the lake shore. Colorful silks are hung on the handrails of the suspension bridges, which sway gently in the wind, making the suspension bridges beautiful.
On the floating island, there are two small buildings in the south and north.
The first one is five stories high, and each floor has a huge terrace. There are round tables on the terrace. The tables are filled with fine wine and fruits. The tables are also full of guests, making it very lively.
Although the other building only has two floors, its shape is extremely peculiar. The first floor is covered with gauze curtains, so the furnishings inside cannot be seen clearly from a distance, while the second floor is an entire rooftop. At this moment, a group of women with gorgeous makeup and slim figures are dancing on it to the music.
The distance between the first floor and the second floor is actually extremely far. From a distance, it is probably two or three feet high. There is actually a magic circle painted on the gauze curtain surrounding it, which captures the graceful movements of the women on the rooftop. The dancing postures are projected on it and can be seen clearly even from a hundred feet away.
Qu Wuming's eyes swept across the gauze curtain, without stopping for a moment, but looked towards the terrace of the five-story building.
Perhaps it is to make it more convenient to watch singing, dancing and poetry recitation. Although the terrace is large, the number of guests who are eligible to sit on the terrace is decreasing step by step. The first floor is almost overcrowded, and on the fifth floor, there are only a few tables for chatting.
Qu Wuming narrowed his eyes slightly, and at a glance he saw a middle-aged man wearing a light golden python robe on the table in the middle of the fifth-floor terrace. Judging from his attire and appearance, he seemed to be someone in a high position in the capital of Qingtan Kingdom. people. As for the city lord of Chang'an City, Zhen Buping, his position at this table was actually only at the bottom.
There were only five or six people at the same table with them. Sitting to the left of the man in the light golden python robe happened to be an old man wearing a purple Taoist robe and looking like a fairy.
"I found you!" Qu Wuming said secretly in his heart. Looking from a distance, this old man has a well-proportioned figure, a slender face, and three silver beards hanging on his chest. He is holding a feather fan and gently blowing it. Between his eyebrows, he is seven years older than Lu Lin, who died in the mouth of Yaizhen more than three hundred years ago. Eight points of resemblance.
Although Qu Wuming's gaze only stayed on Lu Ling's face for a moment, Lu Ling, who was joking with the city lord Zhen Buping, turned his head around. His eyes flickered as if he noticed something.
However, Qu Wuming's eyes had already fallen on another table next to the city lord Zhen Buping. On that table, three young men with somewhat similar faces were staring intently at the dancer on the rooftop opposite. , a girl in brocade clothes sitting next to them had already stood up and seemed to be about to leave...
