There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the bustling street, and in the tavern there were constant shouts and curses from big men, there were sounds of guessing games, people urging people to drink, and there were sounds of gambling.
Of course, there were also the sounds of drunk people acting crazy. Su Fan was lying in the corner of the pub, seemingly drunk.
But he didn't act like a drunkard. He was lying down all the time, as if he was drunk and unconscious.
As the daylight gradually dimmed, the number of people in the tavern was not less, but more.
Perhaps the sound was too loud, and Su Fan was woken up. He slowly raised his head, looking sleepy.
The scene in front of him made Su Fan very confused. He only remembered that he passed through the teleportation array, and he didn't know anything else after that.
As soon as Su Fan raised his head, the child came. He said with a flattering look, "Sir, do you have any instructions?"
Su Fan asked impatiently: "Where is this place?"
The child replied in surprise: "This is the Imperial City! Your guest is not a local, right?"
Su Fan nodded and said, "How did I get here."
The child replied: "Three days ago, an official sent you here and told me to tell you that when you wake up, you will be asked to go out and walk a hundred steps."
Su Fan gave a wry smile, turned around and walked out of the tavern. He didn't like wine, but the aroma of the wine was really attractive, so he picked up a wine bottle when he left.
The street has gradually darkened, but the lights are brightly lit, seemingly not inferior to those in Los Angeles.
Su Fan was swaying on the street, counting as he walked. As he was counting, Su Fan suddenly laughed, because he actually forgot to count. He even forgot to count a hundred steps, but it was a bit ridiculous.
However, it is normal for a person who is full of depression and helplessness to be like this. Besides, he still pours the wine from the pot into his mouth while walking.
After walking for an unknown number of steps, he stopped, and in front of him was a tall and luxurious carriage blocking his way.
Su Fan smiled lightly and got into the carriage. There was no one in the carriage and there was no driver, but the carriage started to move on its own.
Su Fan let out a long sigh, fell into the car, and fell into a deep sleep.
He was originally a cautious person, but now he fell asleep without any reason.
Has he given up on life and death?
No one knows, but Su Fan knows that Zhao Yuanwai will not let him die now.
The sound of the carriage was very pleasant, and Su Fan was already awake. He leaned on the carriage and listened to the sound of the ruts on the road. He was dumbfounded and didn't know what he was thinking.
A long time has passed and the carriage has not stopped yet, but Su Fan is not impatient at all, because the interior of the carriage is very fragrant, with the usual fragrance of flowers.
Suddenly the carriage stopped, Su Fan drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, and then got out of the carriage.
It was very empty outside, except for a large house with the words "Su Family" hanging on it.
This house looks like a government residence, and it looks like the residence of an official named Su.
As soon as Su Fan got out of the car, he saw the doorman coming towards him. The boy looked rich and his clothes were luxurious. The owner who wanted to come here was also a kind person.
If an official treats his subordinates well, then he may really be a good official.
Su Fan didn't care whether he was a good official or not, because he already knew the purpose of coming and persuaded the Imperial City to cooperate with Luo City.
At this moment, Su Fan hoped that Mr. Su was really a bad guy who was no match for the common people, because only bad people with more flaws could be better persuaded.
After all, there are almost no monks in the Imperial City, but the Tianyuan Sect is very powerful, so the Imperial City is basically unable to compete with the Tianyuan Sect.
Even if it is said that the Imperial City has a profound background that makes the Tianyuan Sect fearful, this is only based on the Imperial City's respect for the Tianyuan Sect.
If Mr. Na Su was really a good official, he would definitely not see the people in the city being affected by the anger of Tianyuan Sect.
Su Fan looked at the jade tube that Daoshi Liu handed to Su Fan very carefully, even reading and rereading every piece of information.
Su Fan felt frightened by Zhao's caution. Maybe he would die if he made one wrong move.
Su Fan walked to the lobby and sat down. There were people sitting on every seat in the lobby.
To be precise, there are only three seats in the hall, and there are only two people there, including Su Fan, there are only three people.
There were no maids or servants in the hall, so it was obvious that something very important was being discussed.
The man sitting in the center of the hall is friendly, but he still has a kind of demeanor, giving people a sense of calmness and authority.
However, Su Fan was certain that the man was a mortal. After taking a glance, Su Fan felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was very familiar with that man.
But when he looked again, Su Fan could no longer find the reason for this feeling.
Su Fan knew the person on the left, but it was Taoist Liu. Su Fan didn't know why this man was always so strange.
Liu Daoshi always kept silent, but he was unambiguous in his dealings. He must have been a member of Zhao's family.
The people in the hall nodded to Su Fan to say hello, and Su Fan smiled in return.
Suddenly, Taoist Liu spoke. His voice was dull and powerful, giving people a sense of disapproval. He said, "Now that our deputy general is here, I don't know what Mr. Su thinks of this matter."
Su Fan was shocked to find that Zhao Yuanwai had already named him deputy general.
Master Su smiled faintly, looked at Su Fan, and said, "I don't know what guarantee General Su can give our imperial city."
Su Fan glanced at Daoshi Liu and said with a smile: "I can guarantee the peace of all the people in the imperial city."
Mr. Su took a long breath and sighed: "The Tianyuan Sect is very powerful, we don't dare to offend it."
Su Fan smiled and said, "However, the Imperial City paid a lot of tribute to Tianyuan Sect."
Mr. Su's expression turned extremely ugly. It was obvious that what Su Fan said was right.
Liu Daoshi naturally didn't know this, so he raised his low head, and even he showed admiration.
Su Fan naturally didn't know these inside stories, but the tavern was a place full of legends. Su Fan only stayed in the tavern for a short time. The drinkers always liked to chat about things they knew, so he didn't know much about the imperial city.
Just have a little understanding.
Mr. Su's expression changed, and he smiled bitterly and said: "This matter is important, and I still need to report it to Your Majesty."
Su Fan stood up slowly, his eyes darkened, and said softly: "Su Fan, I dare to ask you your surname."
Mr. Su smiled and said, "I'm Su Wenyuan."
Su Fan's eyes suddenly became dazed. Su Wenyuan, this is such a familiar name.
How many times in the middle of the night have I heard my mother murmuring her name.
How many times did Su Fan get into fights with children from his hometown because of this name?
How many times did Su Fan recite the name silently in his heart? It was his father's name.
Su Fan thought he would never see his father again in this life, but now he sees him here.
But Su Fan would rather this person wasn't. However, the pull of blood in his heart was more obvious among the monks, and Su Fan couldn't believe it.
The prince-consort of the imperial city, the most powerful official in the imperial city who was beneath one person and above ten thousand people, turned out to be his own father.
Su Fan suppressed the anger in his heart. Perhaps it was no longer anger, but sorrow, but the despair of broken faith in his heart.
It's like the feeling when a child's favorite toy suddenly breaks.
The child can cry loudly, but Su Fan cannot. He smiled and said: "Master Su is very similar to an old friend of mine, but now it seems that he is not."
Mr. Su smiled and said, "I'll take you two back to your residence. I'll give you an answer in three days."
Su Fan and Liu Taoist clasped their fists and left.
The carriage returned on its original route, and Daoshi Liu remained silent. However, Su Fan did not notice that Daoshi Liu, who originally had no arms, was now feeling his pulse with both hands.
Suddenly Taoist Liu smiled and said, "Is General Su depressed?"
Su Fan came back to his senses and said, "When did Taoist Liu actually have hands?"
Liu Daoshi smiled and said: "You will have it when you need it."
Before Su Fan could speak, he was gagged by the wine bottle brought by Taoist Liu.
Both of them were silent and kept drinking. Liu Daoshi's wine jug was very special and he could never finish it. It was wine made from ordinary grains and was the most common wine in taverns.
However, Su Fan actually felt as if he was getting drunk. A monk would never get drunk.
Liu Daoshi was already drunk, and he said vaguely: "Do you know why Wuming wanted to eradicate Qingyuan Pavilion and Ran Suomen?"
Su Fan was silent.
Liu Daoshi continued: "A hundred years ago, a young man followed his father from a small village to Luo City.
Luo City was very prosperous. The young man's father had to go to work, so he placed the young man in front of the storytelling hall.
The young man loved to listen to the old man's stories. I don't know how long he listened, but his legs were already numb when he was squatting.
However, the boy's father still didn't come back. The tree fell and the boy woke up.
Suddenly I felt like I wanted to look for my father. After searching for a long time, I found out that my father had been beaten to death by someone from a place called General's Mansion.
The young man is young and energetic, and wants to take revenge, but the general's palace is full of monks, so how can a young man take revenge?
Fortunately, the General's Mansion did not embarrass the young man. The young man also knew the difference between monks and mortals, and wanted to cultivate immortality.
Qingyuan Pavilion was naturally the best choice, but the boy knelt in front of Qingyuan Pavilion for ten days, and Qingyuan Pavilion ignored him.
The young man was unwilling to give up and went to Ran Suo Men again. Ran Suo Men pretended to take the young man in, but secretly wanted to use him to refine elixirs.
Qian Qian escaped and ended up on the streets of Luo City. The old storyteller took him in because he felt pity for him.
That young man is Wu Ming. If you think he did it decisively, it’s because you haven’t experienced what he has experienced.”
Su Fan was silent, but he was thinking about another thing at the moment. He was preparing to return to the Su Mansion.