"Then who is Liu Sandao?"
Luo Yi and Bai Jingmeng walked through the feasting and feasting, walking slowly on the bluestone road.
Hearing Luo Yi's question, Bai Jingmeng said a little depressed: "Old Wu owed him some money before his death. In fact, the last time he went to the Death Spirit Tower, it was Liu Sandao who forced Old Wu to go there, and then he died in it. .”
Luo Yi suddenly remembered that when he first saw Bai Jingmeng, she was squatting on the ground, staring blankly ahead, waiting to help Old Wu collect the body.
Luo Yi sighed softly and rubbed her head.
This girl always looks like she takes life and death lightly and acts as she pleases. It seems that she has never been seen as depressed as she is today.
Bai Jingmeng suddenly said: "I can't follow Sister Mengli. If I commit suicide, I will harm the people around me. I can only... be alone."
Luo Yi didn't say anything, and Bai Jingmeng squeezed out a smile: "But it doesn't matter. I'm used to it anyway. It's good to be alone. It's carefree."
Luo Yi said softly: "That's fine."
Bai Jingmeng raised her little face, put her head behind her head with her hands, looked at the stars in the sky, and swayed as she walked.
Luo Yi also imitated Bai Jingmeng, holding his head behind his head with both hands, and said casually as he walked: "Since you don't want to go to the Chu family, then come with me."
Bai Jingmeng was stunned and turned to look at Luo Yi's side face.
Luo Yi smiled and said: "You have to take control of your own life. How can you judge it based on a few words from others?"
Luo Yi shook his head again and said: "I never believe in fate. I did before, I do now, and I will do so in the future."
Bai Jingmeng said nothing, looked at Luo Yi again, and then lowered his head.
Luo Yi took a breath and gently pressed Bai Jingmeng's head with one hand.
"Let's go, I'll take you to drink the most expensive drink in the Tyrant Dynasty."
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Jingtian Pavilion.
Jing Haoran was reading an ancient book.
Suddenly, he was shocked and hurriedly walked out of Jingtian Pavilion.
After seeing the person coming, Jing Haoran bowed and saluted without hesitation: "I have met Mr. Cao."
Luo Yi returned the greeting, "Master Jing Pavilion, there is no need to be so polite."
Jing Haoran smiled, bent down slightly, spread out his hands, and invited Luo Yi and Bai Jingmeng to come into the pavilion to talk.
Luo Yi stepped in, and the group came to Luo Yi's Wutong Courtyard and sat in a pavilion.
Jing Haoran is making tea with skillful technique. On top of the stone tea table, such a small area is covered by clouds and fog.
The three of them seemed to be sitting on the clouds, as if they could reach out and take the white clouds into their arms.
When I wake up and pour the tea, I can hear the sound of mountains and flowing water.
Jing Haoran sat on the stone bench, his hands seemed to be playing with the mountains and rivers in the clouds, his movements were skillful, showing everyone's style.
Luo Yi originally didn't understand the Immortal Tea Ceremony, but the extremely complicated knowledge of the Ten Heaven God Emperor in his mind still allowed Luo Yi to see some knowledge.
He smiled and said: "I can't believe that the master of Jing Pavilion can actually use this ancient method of 'mountain and water above the clouds'? This kind of technique is worthy of everyone's praise."
Jing Haoran's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Mr. Cao is really knowledgeable. He can tell you the ancient method of making tea just by looking at it."
Luo Yi said: "I saw it accidentally in ancient books. There should be only three copies left in the world today. If I guessed correctly, the one with the word 'Yun' should be in the hands of the pavilion master?"
There was a hint of admiration in Jing Haoran's eyes.
"What Mr. Cao said is true. There are only three copies of 'Yunshang Shanshui' handed down to the world today, namely 'Yun', 'Mountain', and 'Shui'. The 'Shang'-character version has never been published. The Yun-character version is just a fluke. What you get from me."
Luo Yi sighed in his heart, it seemed that Jing Haoran was indeed a person who studied tea ceremony.
And looking at this, I quite appreciate the ancient method of "landscape above the clouds".
Thinking of this, Luo Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly.
There is such an interesting thing among the mixed knowledge of the Emperor of Heaven Swallowing God.
The reason why there are only three copies of this ancient tea ceremony handed down to the world today is because the most mysterious one with the word "Shang" was acquired by the Emperor Swallowing Heaven, and then...
It seems to be used to cushion the table legs...
Luo Yi felt a little ashamed and changed the subject: "Master Jing Pavilion, how much do you know about the Fourth Prince Su Minglou?"
Jing Haoran didn't seem to be surprised at all by Luo Yi's words.
That day outside the Tower of the Dead, Jing Haoran saw some clues.
The other three major families are afraid that they will draw water from a bamboo basket and come up empty-handed.
Only the Imperial City Homestay might have a chance.
After all, the Su family is a royal family and the master of this overlord dynasty. The other three major families cannot compare with it at all.
Jing Haoran pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "There are only four princes in this generation of the Tyrant Dynasty. The eldest prince, Su Xuanshan, is brave and decisive, but lacks strategy. The second prince, Su Congyun, seems to be in control of everything, but in fact he is the most scheming. . The daughter of the Three Emperors lives in Youlan, and she is as wise as a demon."
"As for the Fourth Prince Su Minglou..."
Jing Haoran paused, with a hint of appreciation on his face: "This fourth prince is not outstanding in all aspects, but he has the ability to combine the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought. And..."
Jing Haoran seemed to be choosing his words. He paused for a moment before smiling and saying the last words.
"And...very down-to-earth."
Luo Yi was silent for a moment. He had heard about these four princes of the Tyrant Dynasty when he was in the Luo Dynasty.
But these are mostly just rumors and cannot be taken seriously.
Luo Yi had some calculations in his mind, and he still had to think carefully about where he should go.
Luo Yi suddenly remembered something and took out the strange-looking long sword from the Dawn Ring. Then he picked through it and took out three of the more than ten tenth-grade mortal items.
They are a snow-white long bow, a dagger as black as ink, and a pair of willow leaf armor.
Jing Haoran was shocked. As the master of the Jingtian Pavilion, his keen perception of magic weapons was far beyond ordinary people.
These three magic weapons, he could tell at a glance that they were tenth-grade mortal treasures!
That long sword with a strange shape actually has the fluctuations of a third-grade immortal weapon!
A tenth-grade mortal treasure is already an extremely rare treasure in the Tyrant Dynasty! Even excluding the royal family, the other three major families may not be able to produce many tenth-grade mortal treasures in such good condition!
Not to mention the third-grade immortal weapon. The entire Tyrant Dynasty can get a third-grade immortal weapon. Apart from Jingtian Pavilion, the only one who can get a third-grade immortal weapon is the royal family!
Luo Yi smiled and said: "With the eyesight of the Master of Jingtian Pavilion, I believe he can tell the quality of these things. This sword will be handed over to Jingtian Pavilion for disposal. Whether you keep it yourself or choose to auction it, I don't mind." .The remaining three pieces of tenth-grade mortal treasures are considered as three additions."
Jing Haoran suppressed the excitement in his heart. Their Jingtian Pavilions are spread all over the Liuli world. Each pavilion master will stay in the place under their respective jurisdiction for three hundred years. After three hundred years, all the pavilion masters of the branches will leave. Middle-earth China.
At that time, each of them will take out the treasures they have acquired over the past three hundred years to participate in the largest treasure appraisal conference in history.
There are only ten years left until the next Treasure Appraisal Conference.
Jing Haoran had very few treasures in his hands. He thought he would be at the bottom of the association again, but unexpectedly, Mr. Cao really gave him a big surprise!
Jing Haoran took a deep breath, stood up directly, bowed to Luo Yi and said, "I would like to thank Mr. Cao for giving him timely help. I am willing to buy this Immortal Weapon from Mr. Cao at the price of three hundred high-grade Yuanling coins." Buy!"
In Jing Haoran's view, since Mr. Cao is a heaven appraiser, it is impossible not to know about the Treasure Appraisal Association!
He must have seen his current predicament, so he took out this third-grade immortal weapon!
Luo Yi was actually shocked. He already had An Ling in his hands. Naturally, this third-grade immortal weapon was of little use. He might as well throw it into Jingtian Pavilion and sell it for money.
After all, he came to this Tyrant Dynasty as a proton. Not only was he penniless, but he was also very poor.
Gold and silver circulated among secular dynasties, but they were limited to third-rate families like the Chu family. Large families like the Su family often no longer had gold and silver, but Yuanling coins.
Yuan Ling Coin is a common currency in the world of Liuli, and is divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade and top-grade.
The price given by Jing Haoran for these three hundred high-grade Yuanling coins is definitely a high price!
Luo Yi lightly lifted the white porcelain tea cup with green patterns, took a slow sip of tea, and said softly: "Since Lord Jing Pavilion wants to keep this immortal weapon for himself, he can naturally do it. The other three tenth-grade mortal treasures should be kept according to the previous instructions. He said, I will give it to you as a gift to Jingtian Pavilion."
Jing Haoran shook his head sincerely and said: "This must not be the case. Mr. Cao has already helped me a lot. I, Jing Haoran, will never do such an unconscionable transaction. I will immediately start the auction of these three tenth-grade ordinary treasures, no matter what. No matter what the price is, Jingtian Pavilion is willing to share the profits equally with Mr. Cao."
Luo Yi was a little surprised. He had heard about the rules of Jingtian Pavilion in the past few days.
The Jingtian Pavilion auction has always been divided into three or seven, which is almost an unshakable rule. Even if the emperor of the Overlord Dynasty comes, the division is still like this.
There were also many people who scolded Jingtian Pavilion for being evil-hearted, but Jingtian Pavilion has always been like whether you want to sell it or not. When the auction finally started, those people who accused Jingtian Pavilion of being evil-hearted also wanted to go over and have a look. A few glances will give you a lot of insights.
Luo Yi thought for a while and then said: "I understand the kindness of Master Jingtian Pavilion, but the rules are the rules. If I break the rules, how will you, Jingtian Pavilion, do business with others in the future?"
Jing Haoran wanted to say something, Luo Yi waved his hand, and then stood up slowly: "Master Jing Pavilion, just do as I say, I have to go to the Imperial City, and maybe I will return to Wutong Courtyard later. .”
A hint of admiration flashed in Jing Haoran's eyes.
Although he holds a high position but follows the rules, he is worthy of being a heaven appraiser, which is really admirable.
Luo Yi paused again, wanting to say something but in the end he couldn't say anything. He patted Bai Jingmeng, who was almost full from drinking tea, and said, "Let's go."
Bai Jingmeng quickly wiped her mouth with both hands and jumped down from the stone bench.
Jing Haoran saluted and sent Luo Yi off respectfully.
After Luo Yi left, Jing Haoran sat quietly alone for a moment, and then gently knocked on the stone table.
In an instant, a man in black appeared next to Jing Haoran!
Jing Haoran tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table and said expressionlessly: "Check the people who spread the rumors about Mr. Cao and Miss Chu outside, and I'll give you one night to kill them all. "
Jing Haoran pondered for a moment, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the already cold tea: "After tonight, if anyone still talks about this matter tomorrow, then kill him again."
Jing Haoran's tone did not waver at all, as if the death of so many people was not worth mentioning at all.
The man in black next to him knelt on one knee and said only two words.
"As you command!"
In an instant, the man in black disappeared into the pavilion.
Jing Haoran stretched out his hand and held the third-grade immortal weapon in his hand, with a flash of joy in his eyes.
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The Imperial City is at the very center of Shaking Sky City. It can be regarded as building another city in the city!
The city gate is open all year round, even if it is night, the city gate is still not closed.
There were only two guards outside the city gate, all wearing armor and holding long spears.
This is extremely abnormal in any country's imperial city. There are only two people guarding the gate of the imperial city. No one would believe it if he told it.
But in the Tyrant Dynasty, this is exactly the case.
The realm of these two guards was actually only at the first level of the Star Vein Realm.
The two men's eyes were like hawks, constantly scanning the darkness.
Suddenly, two people seemed to be walking from a distance, one big and one small.
The two guards looked shocked and shouted sharply: "Who is coming?!"
The two uninvited guests did not reply.
This made the guard nervous. Could it be an assassin?
But the next moment, he discovered that the man had a jade pendant hanging around his waist...
The two guards were shocked and immediately straightened their backs!
The man walked slowly past them, his expression as usual.
There was actually a girl with him?
The girl looked around with curiosity on her face. When she passed two guards, she even reached out and touched their armor, with a look of wonder on her face.
The reason why the two guards didn't dare to stop him was because this man had a peace sign hanging on his waist!
In the entire Tyrant Dynasty, there are only two of these Peace and Nothing cards!
One piece is in the hands of the eldest prince Su Xuanshan, and the other is in the hands of the fourth prince Su Minglou.
I wonder which prince personally gave this piece of jewelry to this man?
Within the imperial city, in the summer palace.
Su Minglou was holding a clay cricket jar, sitting carelessly on the steps of the summer palace, playing with the crickets.
At this time, Mr. Xuan walked out of the other courtyard, still wearing an apron and holding two plates of side dishes in his hands.
Such a huge summer palace didn't even have a maid responsible for daily living.
There are just two masters and servants.
It's not that the current emperor has any prejudice against these four sons. On the contrary, the current emperor is very fond of the youngest. He has personally issued orders on more than one occasion to send many maids with top-quality looks and figures to the summer palace, but they can't pass. It didn't take long for Su Minglou to send him away, and over time, the emperor turned a blind eye.
Even the prince Su Minglou occasionally cooks himself, especially the drunken shrimp dish, which is extremely skillful.
Youlan, the daughter of the Three Emperors who took refuge in the cold palace, would always come here to have a meal of drunken shrimps cooked by her own brother.
The old man Xuan put a few side dishes on the table and said with a smile: "Your Highness, it's time to eat."
Su Minglou hummed, but did not raise his head. He was holding a piece of cowgrass in his hand and teasing the crickets in the jar.
Su Minglou lowered his head and suddenly noticed two people standing in front of him out of the corner of his eye.
One moment Mr. Xuan was placing the dishes and chopsticks, and the next moment he had appeared behind Su Minglou with a solemn expression.
Su Minglou raised his head slightly and suddenly smiled.
He capped the jar and handed it to Mr. Xuan along with the stick of cowweed.
Then he turned to look at this unexpected guest with a bright smile: "Mr. Cao, have you eaten?"
