In fact, Chu Qing would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about his life experience, but he didn't care too much.
His father was so kind to him, and he was already satisfied. He didn't need another princess mother.
Deep down in his heart, Chu Qing even rejected the identity of a member of the royal family, but he couldn't explain the reason.
If he was really a noble man from Tianhuang, many things would change. Everything he did would be given some meaning that was contrary to his original intention.
Chu Qing believes that his current status and everything he has are all earned by himself and his own life. It is also his own luck that has made many like-minded friends, and he has worked hard step by step to get to where he is today.
But once you become a Tianhuang nobleman, you are no longer a hot-blooded fan, but a second-generation fan. What has happened? The bad adventure of a grassroots turned into the wonderful adventure of a wild prince?
Standing outside the cell, the answer might be right in front of him, but Chu Qing didn't know how to ask for a moment.
His back still hurt a little, so Chu Qing took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and spoke.
"Three hidden doors?"
Feng Taoist was not very surprised, he admitted without any hesitation: "The elder of the three hidden sects, Feng Taoist, is the old Taoist."
"Why are you looking for Tuoba Le? Find a cool person."
"No comment."
"If you don't say yes, then I'll have him killed."
Feng Taoist laughed: "Grassland Liangrong, the last bloodline of the Tuoba clan, are you willing to give up?"
Chu Qing was also happy: "You never asked about me before you came to trouble me."
"A living beast in the capital, hated by thousands of people in the northern city, the executioner of an aristocratic family, and a troublemaker in the court."
Chu Qing was stunned and turned to look at Fu San, who was also confused.
Where did that last sentence come from?
Chu Qing cursed loudly: "You are the one who is the troublemaker, your whole family is the troublemaker."
Feng Taoist was not angry either: "It's not what the old Taoist said."
Fu San said firmly: "Master, this must be what the court officials said."
"Well, that's what these bastards must have said."
"Since they are courtiers, then they have become..." Fu San chuckled.
Chu Qing gave a thumbs up: "Third brother, your perspective on the problem is getting more and more tricky."
The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, and Chu Qing subconsciously ignored the fact that no matter who the courtier was, he was always a troublemaker.
"Let's get down to business." Chu Qing kicked the cell fence: "Why are you looking for Tuoba Le?"
"The veteran said, I have no comment."
"I also said that if you don't tell me, I will kill him."
"You won't let it go."
"Old man, it doesn't make any sense for you to talk about the number of words with me." Chu Qing pointed at his face: "Do you think I am a joker, or do you think I care about the life of a Liangren, without the Tuoba people? , I still have the Great Prince of the Grassland, even if the Great Prince of the Grassland is gone, I still have many ways to cause chaos in the Grassland."
Feng Taoist's expression changed slightly: "What can you do?"
"There are so many ways."
The Feng Taoist suddenly stood up, the iron chains on his body rattling, and his momentum was astonishing.
Fu San quickly drew out Qianji, but Feng Daoren, who had an astonishing momentum, suddenly turned pale, bent over, crossed his legs, and sucked in the cold air.
Chu Qing laughed loudly: "My balls hurt, I feel so good."
Feng Taoist sat down cross-legged tremblingly again, his painful forehead covered with sweat.
After taking a few deep breaths, the old Taoist priest sneered: "Boy, don't get complacent with the Taoist master. You, the imperial hawk, have been so arrogant for a long time. Chang Chao is already seriously ill. There is no cure or cure. There will be no intact eggs under the overturned nest, and the situation will soon be chaotic. How can a high-ranking official like you survive alone?"
"Based on your words, I will kill you now and no one will ask a single question."
"If you kill Taoist Master, my three Dao Hidden Sect disciples will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."
Chu Qing was silent, his face uncertain.
The old Taoist priest snorted coldly: "I know you don't believe it, let alone what kind of commander you are, you are Tianhuang nobleman. If our three hidden sects want to take your life, it is as easy as turning the palm of your hand to read the lines."
Chu Qing was still silent.
The old Taoist laughed loudly: "Just kill him. Do you think the old Taoist is afraid of you?"
"No, I'm thinking about something else."
"What's the matter?"
"How about I let you go now and ask the two men to take a look at your balls?"
The old Taoist looked confused: "Let me go, why?"
"Didn't you say that your friends would hunt me down?"
"Do you believe it?"
Chu Qing nodded: "Yes."
"Are you afraid?"
Chu Qing still nodded: "Yes."
Feng Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then cursed loudly: "The Holy Pet has taken charge of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion, and the Liangrong Pioneer Army is playing around on the grassland. All the families are afraid, how can you...how...how can you be so damn timid as a mouse?" ?!”
Chu Qing shrugged: "Is it wrong to be afraid of death?"
Feng Taoist was stunned again and nodded: "That's right."
"Then it's over, isn't it?"
"But..." Feng Taoist frowned and shouted: "But you are the commander of Qianqi Camp and you are so famous. You...you actually..."
"Let me ask you, am I wrong to be afraid of death?"
The Feng Taoist was silent, and after a moment, he weakly said: "That's right."
"It's not impossible to let you go."
The Feng Taoist looked suspicious: "Really?"
"Really, but you have to write a note. After I let you go, you are not allowed to come back to trouble me, not any Taoist. Otherwise, you will give birth to a child covered with buttocks, thunder will strike from the sky, and the three hidden doors will make everyone laugh. , they are all bastards who brag about not drafting. After writing, sign and fingerprint, and I will post the notice."
Feng Daoren grinned: "Are you serious?"
"OK."
"Then the old man won't leave."
Fu San's face was full of sternness: "Master, kill him. This person still wants to cause trouble for you."
"That Tuoba Le, the old Taoist will find it sooner or later." Taoist Feng sneered and said: "But the old Taoist has always said it is the same, but this so-called evidence, nonsense, and farts are all farts. Who will agree to you?"
Chu Qing deliberated: "Then you make an oath."
Feng Daoren did not hesitate at all: "Sanqing is above me. If my disciple Feng Daoren walks out of this cell, he will never come back to trouble Chu Qing again."
Chu Qing laughed happily.
His purpose has been achieved.
If you ask key questions at the beginning, the other party will definitely not answer. Communication is about establishing initial trust.
Taking out a bunch of keys and throwing them in, Chu Qing said, "First open the chains on your body."
Feng Daoren took a deep look at Chu Qing, reached out to pick up the key, and started to unlock the door.
Chu Qing also sat cross-legged on the ground: "Tell me about your three hidden doors. I understand them like thunder."
"My disciples are withering away and I am hiding from the world. There is nothing to say."
"Tell me about it."
"The old Taoist said, there is nothing to say."
Chu Qing was cheerful, like talking to an old friend: "You can't come out of the world, so you come out and fuck chicken feathers. Also, you just said that Dachang Dynasty is about to be finished. I think Chang Dynasty is pretty good. It was going downhill before. But now many problems have been solved, and apart from other places, the lives of the people in Beijing are getting better and better, right?"
"You doll, what do you know?"
"Let's present the facts and reason and tell you what your three hidden doors are."
"My three hidden doors..."
Halfway through, Feng Daoren suddenly threw the key on the ground and said angrily: "Who the hell tied this to me? Let him open the lock!"
Chu Qing shrugged: "You are so old, why do you have such a bad temper?"
Fu San echoed: "You still have a bad mouth. If you open your mouth and shut up, the country will be destroyed. That means you will meet the young master. If you go out and yell, you will have been killed by the Nine Clans."
"What do you two kids know? The old Taoist said that if Dachang is going to die, it will definitely die."
"Then you have to tell me why you want to die." Chu Qing gave tentative guidance: "Uncle, do you know something inside? For example, who wants to cause trouble again, or something like that, there are rewards for reporting and exposing. "
"You don't understand even after I tell you. Call someone to come and open these locks."
"If you hadn't told me, I would have thought that you were bragging and that you were just telling the truth by fortune telling."
As soon as Chu Qing finished speaking, Taoist Feng suddenly raised his head, his eyes dim.
"Damn it." Chu Qing was dumbfounded: "It's really a fortune teller."
