When Lu Hanwen saw that it was Emperor Jiaming's oral order, his expression suddenly changed and he quickly sent a message to the governor of Yanzhou.
After hearing this, Governor Yanzhou was shocked. He burst out with a burst of righteousness. He rose into the sky, his crimson official robes fluttering in the air, and his loud voice spread nearly a hundred miles in the air: "No one is waiting, immediately leave!"
As the voice fell and the words were spoken, the monks below the second-level realm were involuntarily teleported ten miles away.
Suddenly, apart from the people from the Daxuan government, only Master Yuanyang was left on the field.
Master Yuanyang narrowed his eyes, as if he couldn't figure out what the two men were doing. Before he could ask, the message from Governor Yanzhou had fallen into his ears.
"Master Yuanyang, His Majesty has issued an order to seal this place. Please leave as soon as possible!"
Master Yuanyang's expression changed several times, and his mind turned over and over again, but in the end he could only sigh, and his body turned into a ray of light and left this place.
Regarding the oral instructions of Emperor Jiaming, the governor of Yanzhou would not lie to himself, nor did he dare to lie to himself.
Otherwise, it would be a crime of falsely conveying the imperial edict and deceiving the emperor.
Several people on the field used their magical powers to move all traces of the fighting to the field. Finally, the governor of Yanzhou took Qin Zhongxi and Yang Qing away to Xuanyang.
Seeing the three people leaving, the others followed suit.
Only a dozen or so miles of bare ground were left on the same spot, like the gaping mouths of monsters, ugly and weird...
Three days later...
Hall of Eternal Life, Caobu.
He Ping'an was leisurely leaning his feet on the desk, discussing with Han Li whether to go to Lichun Courtyard after his shift, when Yang Qing suddenly burst in.
"Brother Yang is back."
"Did your trip go smoothly this time?"
He Pingan quickly put his feet down from the table and stood up to say hello.
Han Li picked up the pen on the table and pretended to copy the account book. When Yang Qing sat down, he quickly brought a pot of boiling water and made tea for him.
Yang Qing didn't bother to burn his mouth and drank the tea in one gulp. Then he said with lingering fear: "Don't mention it, it's a narrow escape."
"It's just a little bit close to falling into Yanzhou."
When Han Li heard this, he said with doubts on his face: "Brother Yang, can't you?"
"You went out with the Governor."
Yanzhou is more than ten thousand miles away from Xuanyang, and Emperor Jiaming deliberately suppressed it. The governor of Yanzhou took the two of them and ran quickly. At this time, the news had not reached Xuanyang.
Seeing that there was no one else around but his right-hand man, Yang Qing covered his mouth and whispered, "If he hadn't been careless this time, we wouldn't have been in danger."
He Ping'an secretly laughed in his heart, this Yang Qing was really venomous, he even dared to talk behind Qin Zhongxi's back.
Yang Qing then narrated the process of going out to the two of them.
"And the Martial Saint?"
He Pingan and Han Li exclaimed.
He Ping'an lamented in his heart, why he kept using the Jinlin Sword instead of the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques? It was because he didn't want to expose his physical strength.
But this time, he didn't expect that he would encounter a ghost fairy. In desperation, he exposed his physical power.
"That's natural!"
"But even though the Martial Saint is powerful, he can't kill the ghost immortal without the help of me, Old Yang."
Yang Qing said boldly.
"how do I say this?"
He Ping'an asked with a strange expression.
Yang Qing then told the story of how he showed his power and cooperated with the Martial Saint to kill demons.
Wu Sheng also praised himself for being "young" and promising, so he rewarded himself with a burst of original magic power.
Just listening to it made the story seem slightly different.
Of course, He Ping'an and Han Li cooperated as much as possible, exclaiming in admiration, and even clapped their hands and exclaimed: "Master Yang, that's awesome!"
"Master Yang is wise and powerful, invincible..."
"Without Mr. Yang, Wu Sheng would not have won so neatly..."
Yang Qing still pretended to be reserved at this time, stroking his goatee: "Hey, some trivial things are not worth mentioning..."
"By the way, Mr. Yang, why did you come back so quickly this time? It's a great opportunity. If you don't stay in Yanzhou for a few more days..."
Han Li raised his eyebrows and cast several "winking glances" at Yang Qing. The meaning in his eyes was very clear, and all men understood it.
"Well, I originally thought that after finishing the official business, I would go to Ganzhou and hang out for a few days to taste the customs of Yanzhou."
Yang Qing sighed, and then said: "It's a pity that the martial arts battle between ghosts and immortals actually alarmed the saint."
"The Holy Father issued a decree, ordering us to immediately escort the traces of the fighting back to the capital."
"Who told us that Jane is in the Emperor's heart? Why don't we hurry up and get back?"
He Ping'an was secretly amused. There was no name on that oral instruction at all.
But at that time, the governor of Yanzhou saw that Qin Zhongxi was too seriously injured, so he simply brought the two of them back together.
To say it was an escort, it would be better to say that the governor of Yanzhou escorted them.
Just as the three of them were chatting animatedly, the Director Wang from the sixth floor came down from upstairs.
"Mr. Yang, I heard that you got the opportunity to be a martial artist during your trip this time?"
Master Wang didn't know where he heard the news, and even Yang Qing's title was changed.
"A few small opportunities are nothing to worry about."
Yang Qing waved his hand in a pretentious manner, as if he didn't take the matter to heart, and then pointed at his black hair and said: "But in the past few days, I have obviously felt that I am much better. Even my hair has improved. It has completely turned dark.”
A trace of envy flashed in Master Wang's eyes. Yang Qing's physical body was declining and he was already showing his age.
But at this time, his white hair has turned black, his physical body has become much younger, and he is expected to break through to the third level of Confucianism and Taoism.
"Congratulations to Mr. Yang."
"By the way, what does that Martial Saint look like? Can you tell us?"
There was a trace of longing on Master Wang's face.
"Old Wang, you have asked the right person."
Yang Qing chuckled, his thoughts moved slightly, and the awe-inspiring righteousness burst out from his chest, showing a light and shadow in front of everyone.
In mid-air, the appearance of three crazy Taoists appeared in front of everyone.
He is tall, with white hair and a childlike face, a beard like a halberd, and wears a tattered blue robe. Just a ray of light and shadow gives people the feeling of immortality.
"good!"
Master Wang sighed in admiration, and took out the pen and ink from his arms. He started writing like a god, with flying dragons and phoenixes. In just ten breaths, he drew the faces of the three crazy Taoists on the rice paper.
On the white rice paper, three crazy Taoists were seen riding a five-clawed golden dragon, punching into the void, which further showed the majesty of the martial saint.
"You old man, you actually prostituted the image of the Martial Saint for nothing!"
Only then did Yang Qing react and quickly put away the images of the three crazy Taoists.
But it was already too late. As the last stroke was placed on his eyes, the three crazy Taoists seemed to come to life, and their momentum was like a rainbow, vividly appearing on the paper.
Master Wang is in the fifth rank of the Taoist sect, and he also studies painting, and has reached the sixth rank of the painting.
Although it is not as good as the third-grade painting method, the painting brush has spirit, the strokes come true, the style of painting comes from the wind, and the painting attracts gold and silver.
But Master Wang also made the paintings of the three crazy Taoists lifelike and injected his own energy into them, which had the effect of frightening Xiaoxiao and exorcising evil spirits.
"What you said is too unpleasant. You just admired Wu Sheng's heroic appearance. How can you call it a free prostitution?"
The color of Master Wang's book did not change, he put away the pen and ink, and turned his true energy to evaporate the ink on the rice paper.
"You have no shame, old man. If you can draw it without the image I provided, you have to give it to me!"
As soon as he saw Wu Sheng's painting completed, Yang Qing immediately reached out to grab it, but Master Wang had already prepared it. With a change of heart, the painting had disappeared.
"Hey... don't grab it. Now I have the image of a martial saint in my mind, and I will draw one for you later."
Master Wang pushed aside Yang Qing's An Lushan claws and said quickly.
"One painting is not enough. From now on, your paintings must have my signature!"
Yang Qing vowed to defend his patent rights to the death, then paused and added: "If you sell the painting, give me 30% of the profit!"
He was very aware of how precious the first-hand portraits of the Martial Saint were. As long as the portraits leaked out, Xuanyang City would definitely go crazy.
Master Wang weighed the strength gap between himself and Yang Qing, and finally had no choice but to agree: "Okay, okay, I'll sign it for you!"
"But the maximum profit from selling paintings is 10%!"
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