In his heart, Lu Qingshan didn't want to believe this possibility.

However, everything must be based on facts and cannot be judged perceptually.

Qingcheng's teleportation array is built at the corner of Qingcheng.

Lu Qingshan looked around for a moment, then set off towards the bustling area of ​​Qingcheng.

Qingcheng is large in scale, and the streets are wide and straight, full of pedestrians, and very lively.

Countless business stalls crowded the originally spacious street and filled it with smoke and smoke.

This is the case in any big Xia city, with the majority being ordinary people without any cultivation.

On both sides of the road, in addition to the locals in Qingcheng who wear wide robes and long sleeves or short brown cloth shirts, you can also see some people from Beiqing wearing shawls, weird clothes, and earrings who have come from afar, using

Poor Xia Yu loudly peddled his animal skins and ointments made from northern herbs.

There were also some people from unknown places, wearing flowered leather hats, selling perfume made from exotic flowers.

On both sides of the road, you can also see a spacious and clear river running straight through the city. Crops similar to bananas are planted on both sides of the river, and there are cruise ships on the river.

This is Qingcheng.

The prosperity is not inferior to Chang'an, but the fireworks are much better than Chang'an.

After all, as the imperial city of Daxia, Chang'an is undoubtedly more solemn than other cities.

If Lu Qingshan were to look at it, the difference between the two would be like the difference between the demon city and the capital in the previous life.

At this time, a group of monks wearing standard Taoist armor walked neatly through the streets of the city.

This is Qingcheng's patrol monk, Qingwei, who is responsible for patrolling Qingcheng and maintaining public security and stability in the city.

But the mortals in the city, facing these Qingwei who could easily kill them, showed respect on their faces, but they didn't have much fear.

Lu Qingshan looked at this scene thoughtfully.

This shows that King Qing has extremely strict control over the monks under his command, which is the so-called "proper management of the army", which is why such a situation of respect but not fear can occur.

After a moment of silence, Lu Qingshan glanced at a Beiqing man who was selling saffron powder on the roadside, and he strolled over.

The person from Beiqing was definitely looking at Lu Qingshan. Even though he didn't know Lu Qingshan's identity, he could still feel the completely different temperament of Lu Qingshan.

What's more, the saffron powder he sells is sold to some common women who can't afford expensive perfume to use it as a substitute for perfume. It is obviously impossible for such a handsome young man to come here for this.

As a small businessman, his ability to recognize people and his shrewdness prompted him to immediately nod and bow, making an enthusiastic appearance, "Master, what are your orders?"

Lu Qingshan nodded, glanced at it and asked casually: "Is this the crocus native to Beiqing?"

The vendor continued to nod and bow, "That's right. It's definitely from Beiqing. I don't dare to fake it."

"Beiqing is not close to Qingcheng," Lu Qingshan said.

The vendor scratched his head and explained with a naive smile: "I have to thank King Qing for this.

After King Qing established Zhenbei City in Beiqing, he felt that the lives of the people in Beiqing were difficult and extremely poor, which was in sharp contrast to the prosperity of Nanqing, so he single-handedly established the Beiqing Chamber of Commerce to help us transport Beiqing's specialties.

Go to Nanqing to sell."

As a great monk in the Ninth Realm, he actually cares about these people's sufferings?

Prince Qing may not necessarily have good intentions, but at least from this aspect, Lu Qingshan can see that Prince Qing is by no means the rude warrior in the worldly impression.

Of course, how can someone who can cultivate to the level of Emperor Wu be a simple-minded person?

Lu Qingshan nodded slowly and asked: "Has there been any trouble in Beiqing recently?"

"Disaster?" The vendor thought for a while, shook his head and said, "This young man is joking. Since the establishment of Zhenbeicheng, there has never been any disaster in Beiqing. The days are getting better and better. How can there be any?"

What’s the point of going back?”

"Fortunately, there is King Qing in Qingzhou. How can other people be like King Qing and consider us, people in the wild land." When he said this, the vendor showed a look of reverence.

"You people in Beiqing respect Prince Qing very much?" Lu Qingshan's expression remained as usual.

"Of course," the small vendor from Beiqing looked at Lu Qingshan in surprise and said seriously: "People in Beiqing, even a three-year-old child, know that without King Qing, there would be no Beiqing today, and there would be no need to be afraid.

A good life with no worries about food and clothing.”

Sure enough, as the Master of Tianji Temple saw, in Qingzhou, King Qing was a god-like figure. Lu Qingshan didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and left silently.

Afterwards, Lu Qingshan walked around the bustling Qingcheng City again.

Qingcheng is also divided into inner city and outer city.

The outer city is full of ordinary smoke and fire.

The inner city was specially built for monks. The shops in it all sold spiritual things, and monks came and went.

A restaurant in the inner city.

Although they are all restaurants, they are different from ordinary restaurants in that they sell spiritual food that is rich in spiritual energy.

These snacks are more or less beneficial to spiritual practice, but just like the weight loss meals in previous lives, eating them once or twice will not see any effect.

Lu Qingshan was sitting by the window on the third floor of the restaurant, his eyes casually scanning the bustling streets of the inner city through the window.

Like many big cities, monks are not allowed to fly in Qingcheng, so many monks can be seen walking through the streets of Qingcheng.

"Sir, have you discovered anything?" Qin Yitian's voice sounded in Lu Qingshan's ears.

Lu Qingshan nodded and replied: "King Qing established Zhenbeicheng and established the Northern Chamber of Commerce. During the ten thousand years he governed Qingzhou, seventy-three new cities were built in Qingzhou.

It can be said that he single-handedly turned the original barbaric territory of Qingzhou into one of the largest states in Zhongtian. The overall strength of the monks has improved several levels. In addition, King Qing has strictly controlled Qingzhou.

The situation in which the monks are causing trouble"

"In short, King Gyeong is very attentive to Gyeongju, and the people of Gyeongju all respect him and regard him as the patron saint of Gyeongju."

"So if he wants to massacre Qingzhou, he shouldn't do this." Qin Yitian reacted quickly.

The simple truth is that in Lu Qingshan's previous life, if you were ready to resign, would you still spend time trying to build a good relationship with your colleagues and build a good image of yourself in the company?

"Moreover," Lu Qingshan continued: "I just asked around the inner city and found that the prices of various monk items in Qingzhou are very favorable.

And I asked those stores, this is also the result of King Qing, and the price of goods in Qingzhou has not fluctuated much for a long time."

"So, as Master Tianji Guan said, King Qing is not likely to prepare for a bloody massacre in Qingzhou."

"Sir, why is this?" Qin Yitian asked in confusion.

Cheap prices, what does it mean?

She followed Lu Qingshan, and since Lu Qingshan did not specifically block her perception, it stands to reason that as much as Lu Qingshan knew about the origins of the massacre, she would also know as much.

But why Lu Qingshan could see it but she couldn't, Qin Yitian couldn't figure it out.

Lu Qingshan explained: "If we are really planning to carry out a bloody massacre in Gyeongju, such a big move will definitely require a lot of preparations. Generally speaking, local prices will also fluctuate greatly and start to soar because supply exceeds demand."

Just like before the war, food prices would quietly start to rise.

"So" Lu Qingshan said, and Qin Yitian quickly figured out the reason, "The blood massacre doesn't actually exist?"

"No," Lu Qingshan did not change his mind because of this, "Blood massacre is definitely not an empty talk."

He stood up again.

"Where are you going next, young master?" Qin Yitian asked.

"Go to Beiqing and have a look," Lu Qingshan replied: "There are still some last things I need to confirm."

Gyeongju is so prosperous, and the teleportation array is extremely comprehensive. Even if you go to Beiqing, a place on the border of Gyeongju, you only need to transfer two teleportation arrays.

Hujia City.

One of the seven cities in Beiqing.

Lu Qingshan walked out of the city's teleportation circle, walked around the city for a while, and finally stopped in front of a medium-sized shop called Hu Lai Pavilion.

When Fang Fu stepped into the hall, a maid came to greet him. Her venomous eyes seemed to reveal that Lu Qingshan was a rich young man at first glance.

Her attitude suddenly became enthusiastic.

Lu Qingshan waved his hand, "I'm looking for your shopkeeper Tong."

The maid suddenly showed a troubled expression.

Under normal circumstances, the shopkeeper will not meet outsiders easily. If every customer wants to meet, how can he be busy?

Lu Qingshan said in a deep voice: "I have a big business to discuss with your shopkeeper."

The maid hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "Master, come with me."

This is against the rules, but a young master with such a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing cannot be a liar, right?

The maid took Lu Qingshan into the inner hall, stood quietly in front of a closed room, and knocked lightly on the door.

"What's going on?" A dull voice came from inside.

"Shopkeeper, there is a guest who wants to see you."

After a moment of silence, "Bring him in."

The maid no longer hesitated, opened the door, and made a gesture of invitation, "Master, please come inside."
To be continued...