"Reporting to Your Majesty, I have just gone to investigate. All traces left on the scene have been wiped away. I only know that it was a battle between two transcendent monks that caused turmoil in the world."
"The scene was filled with golden light and bloody light. According to the monks who arrived early, one of them seemed to be the dragon-riding martial saint."
"As for who the other one is, I'm not sure."
Emperor Jiaming pondered for a moment and said, "Daban, please inform the dragon guards and ask them to investigate secretly. Within three days, I want all the information on this dragon-riding martial saint."
"In addition, let Si Tianjian Guo Jianzheng calculate this matter and determine the position of the Dragon Riding Martial Saint. I want to meet him."
"Let's see if he can be of use to me."
"yes!"
Huang Daban took the order and left.
...
Emperor Jiaming thought for a moment, and then a flash of spiritual light shot out.
Not long after, a middle-aged man with an elegant figure and elegant appearance appeared in front of Emperor Jiaming.
"Uncle Emperor, please arrange for the best tester to take this Pure Yang elixir."
Emperor Jiaming took out a jade bottle, handed it to the middle-aged man, and added: "Don't let others know!"
The middle-aged man bowed slightly, accepted the order and left.
...
Hall of Eternal Life, Caobu.
The battle between the dragon-riding Martial Saint and others had spread quietly from the mouths of the third-grade monks, and Yang Qing and others also knew about it.
He Ping'an asked: "Brother Yang, have the portraits of Master Wang started to be sold?"
"Alas, I can't sell it!" Yang Qing sighed, feeling depressed. Not only did he not make any money, but Master Wang often complained in front of him, asking him to bear part of the cost...
"Can't sell it?"
He Ping'an said in surprise, Master Wang's painting skills are not bad.
Coupled with the blessing of the mighty Dragon Riding Martial Saint, logically, sales should be very good.
In fashionable terms, it should be a hit!
"I don't know why, the Holy Master does not allow anyone to mention the matter of the Martial Saint, so not many people in Xuanyang City know about it."
"The King's Master doesn't dare to sell it, lest he be arrested by the Dragon Guard..."
Yang Qing explained.
"So this is ah."
He Ping'an suddenly realized, and then said to Yang Qing: "If this is the case, Brother Yang, you must seize the time with Master Wang to save more goods and prepare to sell!"
"What nonsense did you kid say? God forbids you to mention it. Who dares to sell it?"
Yang Qing blew his beard and stared.
"Brother Yang, this moment and that moment."
He Ping'an said seductively: "The affairs of the Martial Saint were far away in Yanzhou, so it's normal for Xuanyang not to know about it."
"But now this incident happened thousands of miles outside Xuanyang City. Almost the third-level monks have sensed it, and it will soon spread throughout the world."
"Even Your Majesty, I'm afraid I can't hide it."
"If that's the case, it's better to take the initiative into your own hands."
When Yang Qing heard his explanation, a light suddenly brightened in his eyes.
"You mean, the Holy One is very likely to tell the world?" Yang Qing asked.
He Ping'an's eyes showed little stars of admiration: "Master Yang is really resourceful!"
Yang Qing stroked his short beard and nodded proudly: "At that time, the first-hand portrait of the Dragon-riding Martial Saint will be Xuanyang's most popular commodity."
After thinking about this, he quickly walked up to the sixth floor and shouted as he walked: "Old Wang, Mr. Wang, our painting is going to be a big sale."
Not long after, He Ping'an sensed that Yang Qing flew out like the wind, a little faster than when he escaped in Yanzhou that day.
Looking at the direction, we were heading to Dongshi.
A quarter of an hour later, Yang Qing's storage bag flew back full of Xuanyu ink and Xuanyang paper.
The King's Book upstairs is like a small electric motor, running at full power, and pictures of martial saints riding dragons appear vividly in his writing.
In just half an hour, twenty portraits of the Martial Saint were drawn.
He Pingan was sitting downstairs, feeling a little uneasy. If Emperor Jiaming didn't follow his own ideas, wouldn't it be...
He Ping'an shuddered at the thought of Master Wang and Yang Qing trying to kill people.
Why don't you just put down the value first...
If I can't do it tomorrow, I'll take three days off. When the dust settles, when will I come back to duty...
At this moment, a red light pierced the sky and fell into the place where the commander of the Eternal Life Palace was.
Then the cold and stern voice of the commander Zhao Ding came from the waist badges of everyone in the Eternal Life Palace.
"The Holy One announced to the world that the Dragon-riding Martial Saint protected Daxuan and drove away the southern barbarian Gu Immortals outside Xuanyang City."
"Yongchun Marquis Wu Liang and Buyi Qian Yanqing assisted Wu Sheng, but unfortunately died for their country."
He Pingan was immediately relieved and sipped tea leisurely.
After this incident, at least for a month, no matter what position I lay down in, Master Wang and Yang Qing would probably have to sacrifice themselves.
However, Emperor Jiaming seemed to have changed his mind a bit.
The content of his previous summons to Guo Jianzheng was that Yongchun Hou Wu Liang and Qian Yanqing colluded with Gu Immortals to besiege Wu Sheng, but were destroyed by Wu Sheng, and their bodies and souls disappeared.
When it came to the imperial edict, it became this content.
From this point of view, Emperor Jiaming still showed some dignity to Wu Liang.
"never mind."
He Ping'an sighed. He discovered during the soul search that Marquis Yongchun seemed to have been bribed by the Southern Barbarian Gu Immortal. The previous riot in Dongshi was planned by Marquis Yongchun, and the Gu Immortal arranged for Gu cultivators to come and cooperate.
Just to allow Marquis Yongchun to return to southern Xinjiang.
But now that everyone is dead, there is no point in pursuing these matters.
On the contrary, how the Martial Saint's essence and blood fell into the hands of Gu Immortal made He Ping'an even more curious.
You must know that among He Ping'an's knowledge, only two Daxuan appeared in the Martial Saints. Now, the essence and blood of the Martial Saints have flowed to the outside world, which is really unbelievable.
“Ding-deng-deng!”
Yang Qing ran downstairs with a smile on his face and shouted excitedly before he reached him: "Ping An, you are really my humerus."
"It's a trivial matter, nothing worth mentioning." He Ping'an waved his hand, indicating that it was not worth mentioning.
"I'll pay for Li Chun Yuan tonight!"
Yang Qing waved his hand, offering him a rare and generous treat.
He Pingan looked at his realm with some confusion. He was still at the fourth level of Confucianism and Taoism, and there was no breakthrough.
Where did he get the confidence to say the words Li Chun Yuan?
"real?"
"Brother Yang, take me one!"
At this time, a figure suddenly flashed in from outside the door. He Pingan took a closer look and saw that it was Han Li.
This kid, I didn't see him just now, but he showed up as soon as he saw something good.
When he saw Han Li coming back, Yang Qing became furious: "Where did you run just now?"
"Just now..."
Han Li rolled his eyes and was about to make up some kind of cover.
He Ping'an glanced around and saw the powder on Han Li's neck, and interrupted at the right time: "Daxuan people don't lie to Daxuan people!"
"you......"
Han Li choked on his words and couldn't speak.
"Hey, I knew you didn't do anything good!"
Yang Qing chuckled, and then said: "No more talking, you pay for Li Chun Yuan tonight."
Han Li:......
"Oh, by the way, there is also the King's Registrar tonight."
Yang Qing then added another sentence.
Han Li's originally melancholy expression suddenly turned into a bitter look.
If he hadn't suddenly received an order from the commander and the Dragon-riding Martial Saint appeared, he would not have come back...
Yang Qing passed on the opportunity of losing money to Han Li, and he became more and more happy, and he began to hum a ditty softly in his mouth.
Now we just need to wait for Master Wang to finish the last few paintings and save a hundred paintings before selling them.
This kind of business must be profitable in one go. As soon as you start selling, fakes will soon appear on the market.
The price is cheaper, and some picture quality is even better than Lao Wang's genuine version.
He Ping'an seized the opportunity at this time and asked: "Brother Yang, if Qian Yanqing dies, Li Chun Yuan's business will not be affected?"
"Hey, you didn't know this. Qian Yanqing is just one of the owners of Li Chun Yuan. The connections behind it are so complicated that it won't go bankrupt easily."
"So that's the case, then I'm relieved." He Ping'an said with luck. If Qian Yanqing was killed by him and Li Chun Yuan closed down, then Daxuan's nightlife would be without a good place to go.
How many rough people who can't sleep at night will silently curse themselves...
