"Mr. Yi, Zicheng is ahead of us, and Wenxiang Pavilion is in Zicheng." Xue Mang reminded Yi Xiaodao.
Yi Xiaodao looked at Xue Mang seriously: "I found that you have been extremely accurate in divination recently. If you can divine the whereabouts of Penglai, I will save myself this trouble."
Xue Mang smiled and said: "Although the Shenji Sect serves the royal family, it still belongs to the Jianghu sect after all. I am just an ordinary hexagram master in the Shenji Sect. Wen Xiangge is as famous as the Shenji Sect, and there are capable people in the sect. There are so many, how can I, with all my abilities, see through the Prime Minister?"
Yi Xiaodao thought the same, and it happened to be getting late, so he ordered the Yulin Army and Shangwu Camp to camp outside the city. As for the various gangs and factions, he had no intention of controlling them and letting them be free. But the five sons of Confucius are all in the army now, so how dare those gangs to be so arrogant, they camped next to the Yulin Army and Shangwu Camp.
After Yi Xiaodao settled the camp, he called Qin Changqian and Xue Mang, and led about ten Yulin troops to Zicheng.
At night, the gates of Zicheng have been opened. Although the lights in the city are bright, the doors are closed and there are no people on the streets.
"What's going on in Zicheng? Did you forget to close the city gate?" Yi Xiaodao looked at Xue Mang and Qin Changqian, both of whom shook their heads.
Arriving outside the city, Yi Xiaodao looked at the city gate and paced back and forth: "Do you think this is a plan to empty the city? Or maybe Dongfang Zhong sent someone to set up an ambush in the city? Just wait for me to enter?"
The two of them were speechless. A burst of laughter like silver bells came from the city wall, and a pretty woman lay on the wall: "Hehehe, Yi Xiaodao, who is famous in Donglu, turns out to be so cowardly?"
"Who are you? How dare you laugh at me? Get down here!" Yi Xiaodao couldn't help but Xue Mang and Qin Changqian. The two of them knew something about themselves, but they were followed by about a dozen people. Where is the Habayashi Army! If word spreads this time around, Mr. Yi will be laughed at by a little girl...
Yi Xiaodao didn't dare to think about it, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
The pretty woman took out a lotus flower from her arms. The petals were plump and tender, swaying gently in the cold wind. The woman blew lightly on the lotus, and the petals fell down one by one, heading towards the city.
"Where did the lotus come from in the middle of winter?" Yi Xiaodao and others were dumbfounded.
The petals were blown left and right by the cold wind, and finally fell in front of Yi Xiaodao at the foot of the city. Yi Xiaodao looked at the petals and was about to reach out to catch them, but was slapped on his hand.
"You're not polite, you started touching me when we first met!" The pretty woman actually stood in front of Yi Xiaodao!
Yi Xiaodao was so shocked that he stepped back again and again, and looked around again. There were no lotus petals, only dots of white snow on the ground.
"Are you...a human or a ghost?" Yi Xiaodao asked in surprise.
The pretty woman is not tall, and her long hair is tied into two braids behind her back, which is quite unique. With curved eyebrows and two small dimples, her every frown and smile are very recognizable. She is a very delicate little lolita.
"Ghost, of course it's a ghost. Think about it, how could a person come down from the city wall so quickly? Oh, I'm hungry, I want to eat people!" The woman made a grimace.
"Qing'er, don't mess around!" A middle-aged man walked out of Zicheng with his hands behind his back and scolded gently. He approached Yi Xiaodao and his group and saluted, "I'm paying Qingsong. This is my little girl's love. I'm here to wait for Yi Xiaodao." It’s been a long time, sir.”
Yi Xiaodao saluted in return and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say to Qingsong. The other party obviously knew everything about his situation, but he knew nothing about Wen Xiangge.
"My lord, there is no need to say anything. We already know your purpose of coming, so please come into the city." Fu Qingsong moved out of the way and invited Yi Xiaodao into the city.
Yi Xiaodao, Xue Mang and Qin Changqian led the Yulin army into the city. Fu Qing followed Fu Qingsong, turning his head and looking at Yi Xiaodao up and down.
Yi Xiaodao noticed Fu Qing's sizing, coughed twice, and said when he had nothing to say: "Ling Qianjin is well-behaved and smart, which is very pleasant, but... with 'negative' as his surname, and the word 'qing' in his name, I'm afraid that in the future he will Life-long events may go wrong, and I am not talented enough. I know a lot about the Book of Changes, but I wonder if the Pavilion Master and Ling Qianjin have any thoughts on changing their names?"
Yi Xiaodao doesn't know anything about Zhouyi. When the gossip is placed in front of him, he doesn't even know which one is "Qian" and which one is "Kun". But he can't, Xue Mang can, he just wants to chat to break the deadlock now.
Fu Qing covered her mouth and snickered: "Hahahaha, it's not a 'negative' for a loss, but a 'pay' for a gift! The Pavilion Master has calculated it for me. The future marriage will either be a blessing or a curse. You are half a bucket of water. Are you still wandering around here trying to tell people's fortunes? You can't even tell other people's last names! Also, my father is not the pavilion master, but one of the three pavilion elders who ask the prime minister. To be honest, he is not the master of the pavilion. It’s still big!”
"Qing'er! What did I tell you before I came out!" Fu Qingsong scolded in a stern tone, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes when he looked at his daughter, and he was full of doting.
Yi Xiaodao swallowed, now he wanted to slap himself. Wen Xiangge is one of the four major occult gangs in the Jianghu. He is eager to tell people's fortunes. Isn't this a big deal in front of Gong Gong? Now it’s embarrassing to be thrown into grandma’s house...
After Fu Qingsong scolded his daughter, he came to Yi Xiaodao's rescue with a smile: "Master Yi, don't be cautious, Wenxiangge is much kinder than other gangs in the world, ranging from princes and generals to traffickers and pawns. . Heroic swordsmen, traffickers and pawns, the Prime Minister's Pavilion treats them all equally. This is to see our Pavilion Master. If Master Yi doesn't know anything, just ask."
"Well... then I'll ask. Dare I ask... if your daughter is betrothed to someone else?" Yi Xiaodao held it in for a long time and asked a question he wanted to know.
Qin Changqian lowered his head silently, feeling a little embarrassed... Xue Mang hit Yi Xiaodao on the head with a copper coin, hating that iron could not become steel.
"Hahahaha, Mr. Yi, if you really want to know, you can come and ask my little girl yourself after meeting the Pavilion Master later." Fu Qingsong laughed hoarsely and gave Yi Xiaodao an idea.
"No, no, I am..." Yi Xiaodao quickly wanted to explain, but he was worried that the description would get darker and darker, so he simply forgot about it.
His original intention was to fight for the bachelor brothers around him. Although this little girl was a bit naughty, she was good-looking and very pretty. It was not convenient for Yi Xiaodao himself, but it was convenient for his brothers! You can also get closer to each other by the way, why not?
But Yi Xiaodao thought about it for a moment, and realized that he didn't have a suitable candidate around him. He was either a farmer or a bandit, or a poor scholar. Would the Prime Minister like this person? The only good young man, Li Dingxing, had already had a good relationship with Xiang Lian'er.
If Xiang Lian'er knew that she was sold because of Yi Xiaodao's impromptu idea, she would have poked more than a dozen bloody holes in Yi Xiaodao's body.
Fu Qingsong put away his smile and explained: "Wenxiang Pavilion was originally composed of three capable ancestors. At that time, in the rivers and lakes, there were Shenji sect in the temples to support the emperor, and there were Wanyan sect in the rivers and lakes seeking to conquer the emperor. Jiuyin Tower is looking for The immortal asked, and the three ancestors established the Asking Prime Minister Pavilion to support all people."
Yi Xiaodao muttered in his heart: "Another one who claims to be for the common people..."
"Hey, Mr. Yi, are there rumors in the world that the amount of remuneration collected by the prime minister is astonishing? I can't believe it!" Fu Qingsong said with a smile.
Yi Xiaodao took two steps back, his hand had already been on Siqing, and he took a stance: "Can you see what I am thinking?"
"Master Yi, don't panic, you know very little about Wenxiang Pavilion. Come on, come on, I'll tell you." Fu Qingsong smiled casually, pulled Yi Xiaodao and said.
It turns out that the Wenxiang Pavilion has one pavilion master and three pavilion elders. The status of a single pavilion elder is not as high as that of the pavilion master. However, if the three pavilion elders reach an agreement, the pavilion master must also obey orders. Under the Pavilion Master, there are ten people each with positions of answering questions, clearing up doubts, explaining things, and resolving problems. They are considered the elders of the Qingxiang Pavilion, and the rest are ordinary disciples. The Wenxiang Pavilion is located in Zicheng, and its disciples are all over Daqi. It is extremely large and the number of people is unknown.
A few people were chatting, and then they came to the door of the Wenxiangge gang station. It was an ordinary three-story building, no different from an ordinary tavern or teahouse. If I insist on saying something, it would be old-fashioned. Much more dilapidated.
Yi Xiaodao looked calm, without the slightest hint of disdain or disdain in his heart. Firstly, there was Fu Qingsong, a pavilion boss who could see through people's hearts, standing next to him. Secondly, Yi Xiaodao had been working at the bottom for decades. Luxury and dilapidation made no waves in his heart at all.
When everyone entered the building, Yi Xiaodao suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to Yu Lin Jun: "I forgot, you go back to the military camp now and ask Wang Xuan to prepare one million taels of silver to send. Mr. Fu Ge, don't worry, if anything happens later, If it’s not enough, I’ll just tell people to withdraw it.”
Fu Qingsong said calmly: "Slow down." As soon as he finished speaking, all the Yulin soldiers who were walking out of the door seemed to be frozen. Although they could move freely, they just didn't want to go out, and they didn't even want to give Yi Xiaodao any more orders. urge.
"Master Yi, please go upstairs. If you need it, it won't be too late to get it." After saying that, Fu Qingsong went upstairs first. Fu Qing gave Yi Xiaodao a bad smile and followed him.
Yi Xiaodao had no choice but to tell the Yulin troops: "Wait on the first floor." Then he looked at Xue Mang, signaling for fortune telling to calculate good or bad luck.
Xue Mang shook his head and walked up, bypassing Yi Xiaodao. Yi Xiaodao had no choice but to follow with Qin Changqian. Qin Changqian held the spear tightly in his hand to prevent any accidents.
Going upstairs, there is a very spacious hall, in the middle of which sits a young man, who is similar in age to Yi Xiaodao, but his appearance is very ordinary. The two seats on the right below are Fu Qingsong. The first seat is vacant. Fu Qing is standing behind Fu Qingsong. The two old men sitting on the left are probably the other two elders.
Yi Xiaodao strode to the front seat next to Fu Qingsong and sat down, as casually as if he were at home. Xue Mang and Qin Changqian followed Yi Xiaodao and stood behind them. They were used to some of Yi Xiaodao's unreasonable behaviors.
Everyone in the Prime Minister's Pavilion was not annoyed and looked at Yi Xiaodao with a smile.
"Ahem, um... I came here just to ask..." Yi Xiaodao was straightforward, with a slightly arrogant attitude.
"Master Yi, why don't you tell us first, what are the benefits of asking the Prime Minister's Pavilion for us?" The smiling young man in front of him, the master of the Asking the Prime Minister's Pavilion, interrupted Yi Xiaodao and said more directly asked.
