In the evening, it snowed lightly again in the Lingdu, but in the brightly lit Lingdu, the fluttering snowflakes brought a trace of comfort to the Lingdu, of course, only a trace of it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And the lively places, such as the gentle township and the gold cave, are also as popular as ever.

Of course, the other place is the Joy Inn.

Yuelai Inn, this is the first inn in the Lingdu built in the south of the Lingdu in the 22nd year of Tianwu, the imperial city is in the middle, the Guozhu Mansion is located in the southeast of the Lingdu, and the Prime Minister's Mansion is located in the northwest corner, and this is only two years to transfer the economic focus to the Yuelai Inn in the south, and the transformation to the Lingdu is huge.

In the Lingdu, the descendants of the officials and eunuchs everywhere, looking at the red-eyed fat, who doesn't want to get involved? There are not a few people who want to come to this Yuelai Inn to make trouble, but when the first one goes down to the Yellow Spring after eating the crab, no one dares to fight the idea of this Yuelai Inn anymore.

It was rumored that the owner behind this Yuelai Inn had an inextricable relationship with the young master of the Demon Sect, so that the household servants from the official to the sixth department were all served with pots, how could ordinary people dare to move?

Those who want to move dare not move, they don't have the guts, as for those who have the guts, they have to consider another level of height, in the spiritual capital, those who can hold the power of life and death, who doesn't have the power they control?

The relationship between the Demon Sect and the national pillar Feng Zhaoran is abnormal, the Prime Minister's Mansion and Shaolin Wudang have a great relationship, and Shen Xuan Pavilion controls the forces of the rivers and lakes, and the two do not help each other, between the national pillar and the Prime Minister, it plays a delicate balance, and this delicate balance is like a piece of paper, weak and vulnerable, as long as there is a little wind and grass, this layer of window screen paper will break at the touch of a button.

And this gradually growing Yuelai Inn, the people in the Lingdu know that this is the power behind the national pillar that is manipulating everything, but they don't know that the owner of the Yuelai Inn has never been to Lingdu, let alone what Lingdu looks like, she only knows that she has opened a branch in Lingdu, and as for the situation, she has not been thinking about it.

Although Yuelai Inn has already bloomed everywhere in Anhui, it still can't satisfy the desire in the heart of that strong woman.

He likes money, and this Yuelai Inn from Lingdu can reach ten branches in the prosperous area of Anhui, how can this not make that little wealth fan Jiang Yandie tempted?

It's just that the people in this spiritual capital are unpredictable, she doesn't like that kind of hard work, but she is nested in the authentic Yuelai Inn at the foot of the Tianzhu in Anhui as a small cook, holding three exquisite shovels, cooking a good dish, counting the gold, looking at the silver ticket, it is pleasant.

In this prosperous area, it ushered in the first troublemaker after the servant of the household department was punished by the nine clans.

A fortune teller in a shabby cotton jacket, the one who entered from the West Spirit Gate, passed through the North Spirit, the East Spirit, and finally bypassed the South Spirit, before arriving at this Yuelai Inn.

And it was already night.

No one knows why this strange fortune teller would go around the entire spiritual capital for most of the time, of course, even if anyone knew, I'm afraid they wouldn't believe it, the huge spiritual capital, want to bypass three-quarters of the way, only half a day? Do you think you are a thousand miles......

And it was this mysterious fortune teller who leisurely walked around most of the spirits in a small half a day.

And finally arrived at the Yuelai Inn but was stopped.

"Who are you? Do you know how much silver you need to eat a meal here?"

The people who can come here are nothing more than dignitaries, and for the fortune teller who never spends money on food, he really has no way to answer or refute the questions of the janitor.

The fortune teller looked at the green clothes, the uniform was embroidered with the word Yuelai, the appearance was delicate, and he had a good skin, and then looked down, the calluses on his hands showed that this was just a gatekeeper and a good hand, and looking at the steady footsteps, it was much stronger than those guys who practiced some fake fists and embroidered legs.

But all this is a floating cloud in front of the fortune teller.

"The former disciple of Kongtong actually came to this small inn to be a dog, you really threw Kongtong's face to the barbarian. The fortune teller was not polite, and said directly to the guy who looked down on people.

That guy was a little surprised, how did this stinky fortune teller know that he was born in Kongtong? But he had also seen countless guys who wanted to cross this threshold through some crooked ways, but they were all beaten out of their original form, and in the end they couldn't escape the dead word, and this is another guy looking for death.

When he was about to drive the fortune teller away......

The sound of horses' hooves came in the distance......

Walking on two horses, extremely powerful, riding a horse next to him, accompanied by Liu Can, the governor of Bazhou, and who was in the carriage? The Kongtong sect disciple who guarded the door had sharp eyes, and hurriedly pushed the guy in front of him away, and under one palm, he could easily push away the palm power of a horse, but he could not push this shabby fortune teller to push him a little.

This time, it made the janitor look down on this shabby fortune teller.

"Sure enough, there are two times, if you don't want to die, just stay here, you see it's the governor of Bazhou, and that's just an accompaniment, you know who is in the carriage No, don't ......you go quickly," the janitor whispered.

"Could it be the elder Wang Cheng, the patriarch of the three dynasties?" said the fortune teller, pretending to be surprised.

"Well, this, you better go quickly, if you don't leave, it's too late. The janitor was kind, but he didn't know who the fortune teller in front of him was.

"Hey, this is the will of heaven, there is a light snow in the country today, and the heavenly spirit cannot be changed, just ......" After the fortune teller finished speaking, he turned around in the eyes of the disciples of the Kongtong faction and left.

And at that corner, he silently glanced at Wang Cheng who walked out of the carriage, and then walked into the Yuelai Inn in those awe-struck eyes.

Shaking his head, the fortune teller went leisurely to visit the spiritual capital.

Step by step, looking at the fortune teller who was still close in front of him, he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and between the flashes and flashes, it was blurry, making it impossible to see where he was......

And in the Yuelai Inn, countless people are anxious, one by one is like ants on a hot pot, because of the old prime minister Wang Cheng, countless people are worried about this, but what is even more annoying is the old man who is worried about countless people.

In the anxious waiting of Liu Can and Wang Cheng......

Xilingmen once again ushered in the fortune teller.

"Hey, this beautiful spiritual capital, after all, is a thing of the past, it was like this thirty years ago, and it is still the same now, but it has not changed much, just one more person, an inn, a mansion, that's all. Looking at the gilded Lingdu, the fortune teller couldn't help but feel emotional.

When touching the scene, there is naturally some sadness.

In addition to sadness, I can only be angry and mourn its misfortune.

"Forget it, let's do something for this great river and mountain, although this is against the will of heaven, but who called me a heavenly spirit person......"

looked at the long cloth with fortune telling and divination, smiled slightly, and then bit his middle finger and wrote a word on the long cloth.

Wrapped the long cloth, and then waited for a long time in front of the Xiling Gate in the middle of the night, and finally waited for a figure.

Although just a beggar......

A beggar who has nowhere to live in the spiritual capital.

"Everything depends on the will of God. "Closing his eyes and offering the long cloth with both hands, it seems to be praying to the heavens.

After about three breaths, the fortune teller bowed deeply to the sky.

Walk up to the ragged beggar.

"Send it to the Prime Minister's Mansion, this is your reward. The fortune teller took the long cloth wrapped in it, and handed the beggar what little silver he had.

Looking at the huge silver, the beggar's eyes lit up.

"Is this really for me?" the beggar couldn't believe it, wasn't it just a gift, as for that?

The beggar took the long cloth wrapped up and the silver, which was still a little warm.

"Thank you, thank you......" The beggar looked at the silver, and instantly burst into tears, and his moist eyes made him vaguely see the family members who were far away in heaven, why were they so depressed?

It's just that when he wants to go and catch the person who gives him hope of living......

There was nothing in front of him, and only the long cloth in his hand and the ingot of silver let him know that this was reality, not a dream.

Holding the long cloth wrapped in his hand, his heart was full of doubts, although he did not understand what the long cloth meant.

At the beginning of the next day, the gate of the Lingdu slowly opened again, and the beggar, who had not slept all night, entered the city with a long cloth as heavy as ten thousand pounds, and after entering the city, went straight to the prime minister's mansion.

ran out of breath, until noon, the pale-faced beggar finally saw the prime minister's mansion, but he didn't know the three big characters, he arrived, but he finally fell.

The beggars who fell in front of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion were ignored.

Looking at a beggar lying like that on the cold and wet ground, if another hour had passed, the beggar would surely have died.

But there is providence in the dark.

Wang Cheng, the old prime minister who waited all night in the Yuelai Inn, couldn't wait for the cold wind, but he didn't think that because he went out and suffered from the cold, he was already sick in bed, and now his condition is even more serious.

And Liu Can can only persuade his teacher to return home to recuperate.

He rode beside the carriage, his brows furrowed, this time, he was deceived by the charlatan again.

"Hey, I really have to change this temperament in the future. Looking at the huge courtyard wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Liu Can sighed.

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Liu Can wanted to help his teacher out of the carriage, but as soon as he got off the horse, he saw a beggar fainting on the ground.

As the governor of Bazhou, Liu Can frowned, will this situation appear in the Lingdu? Or in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, is this still the capital of the Tianling Dynasty?

But the next glance, he saw the long cloth wrapped in the beggar's hand, and there was only one word on the slightly exposed long cloth - hexagram!

"That's?" exclaimed Liu Can.

"Liu Can, are you here? Help me get out of the car. The voice of the old prime minister Wang Cheng was a little hoarse from inside the carriage.

"Teacher, please wait. After Liu Can finished speaking, he dismounted and walked straight to the beggar who fell to the ground.

Pick up a piece of cloth that is showing on the ground.

When I opened it, I saw that there were fortune tellers and divination words on it, and the reverse side, stained with snow water, was a little blurry, but at least it was a "palace" word.

"Master, I saw the fortune teller's sign. Liu Can took the long cloth and handed it to the carriage.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the blood-red words were read.

Wang Cheng hurriedly got up, perhaps a little impatient, but after getting up, he didn't stand firm, and sat back down.

It wasn't until the second time that he got up, took the long cloth handed over by Liu Can, and looked at the blood-red blurred words.

"Palace?" Reading this word softly, Wang Cheng was puzzled.

As for Liu Can, he was even more puzzled.

"Go and get the Imperial Doctor, and remember to revive the messenger. Wang Cheng looked at the beggar who fell to the ground and said solemnly.

Of course, Liu Can didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly beckoned to help the beggar up.

Wang Cheng took the long cloth and slowly walked into the prime minister's mansion with the support of Liu Can himself.

The snow scene of Tianling is unappreciated, leaving a vast place in vain, the rivers and mountains are not only snowing, when will the spirit be sorrowful?