"He is a supreme elder of the Sky Poison Sect, which is famous in the monastic world! He is an expert in the late stage of divine transformation! Moreover, Third Young Master Zhen is still his registered disciple!"
"Sky Poison Sect? Named disciple?" Lin Zhennan pondered.
"Mr. Lin, please don't underestimate the registered disciples!" Seeing that Lin Zhennan's expression did not change, Po Wang thought that Lin Zhennan had underestimated Master Zhen's status as a registered disciple, so she hurriedly said, "Sky Poison Sect is one of the most powerful sects in the world of monasticism.
As a famous sect among the 13 sects, Young Master Zhen can be chosen as a registered disciple by the Supreme Elder. He is also a good one-in-a-million candidate! As the saying goes, a bird follows the phoenix and soars far away. If the Lin family can compete with
The marriage between the City Lord's Mansion and the Sky Poison Sect will mean that the City Lord's Mansion and the Sky Poison Sect will have two big backers in the future. Isn't the Lin family's rise to prominence just around the corner? Haha..."
Grandma Wang was frothing when she was talking, but Lin Zhennan suddenly interrupted her: "If you want to ask this 'miraculous doctor' to cure your little girl, do you have to let your little girl marry Young Master Zhen?"
Grandma Wang was worried about how to express this condition "tactfully". Seeing Lin Zhennan point it out directly, she was slightly startled and nodded with a smile: "Haha, Mr. Lin is really quick to talk! To be honest, the miracle doctor said that Miss Lin's disease is very rare.
, even if a miracle doctor takes action, it will cost a lot of money to cure him. Therefore, if Miss Lin and Young Master Zhen get married, then the old man's treatment is to help his own family, but if it is an outsider... I am afraid it will cost him gold and silver.
With mountains piled up in front of us, even the miracle doctors may not be able to help."
Lin Zhennan's face was as heavy as water. He was about to scold Granny Wang angrily, but when he heard Qu Wuming suddenly asked: "Do you know the name of this miracle doctor?"
"Hey, that miracle doctor is an old god-like figure. How dare you ask for his name?" Wang Po somehow always had an indescribable fear of this bearded man. When she saw the man hearing this,
With a displeased look on his face, he hurriedly swallowed and added, "However, the slave family heard that the housekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion called him 'Elder Lu'."
"Elder Lu?" Qu Wuming frowned and snorted coldly, "Do you have anything else to say? If you don't have any more, just leave!"
"Huh?" Wang Po was stunned when she heard this, and quickly looked at Lin Zhennan, "This?..."
Unexpectedly, Lin Zhennan didn't even look at her, and shouted out the door: "Here, let's see the guests off!"
"Hey, stop it! Mr. Lin, head escort, don't you want to save Miss Lin? The miracle doctor said that Miss Lin's illness cannot be delayed. If it lasts more than 21 days, even the gods will not be able to save her!
"Wang Po stood up suddenly and said.
"I told you to see off the guests!" Lin Zhennan glared at Mrs. Wang with a gloomy look and said, "Don't force me to throw you out with my own hands! Get out!"
Wang Po still had the heart to persist in persuading her, but two bodyguards rushed in from the door. One of them grabbed one of Wang Po's arms and dragged her away.
"Boss Lin, Lin Zhennan! Don't be so shameless! If you offend the City Lord's Mansion, be careful you won't even be able to do business in the future! Lin Zhennan!... Let me go, let go, I will leave on my own!...
"
When Granny Wang's shouts gradually faded away, Lin Zhennan had already stood up and stood beside Qu Wuming, his eyes full of inquiry.
Qu Wuming knew what he was thinking and said in a deep voice: "Speaking of Elder Lu, he is still an 'acquaintance'."
When Lin Zhennan heard this, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Just as a hint of relief appeared on his face, Wuming continued: "That man's name is Lu Ling. He had a nephew named Lu Linyuan who once threatened your ancestor Lin Wanqing. He later died.
It's in the hands of both of us. It's just that he may not know about it."
"Ah?! This..." Lin Zhennan suddenly felt like crying without tears.
At this time, Qu Wuming stood up with a cry, patted Lin Zhennan's shoulder and said, "You don't have to worry. Since Lu Ling dares to reveal his dirty tricks to Lin Man, he must have the consciousness to be liquidated after the incident is revealed. Since he knows
Now that he is up to something, things will be easier to handle! Just wait for my news at home."
Qu Wuming left the Fuwei Escort Agency and walked slowly towards the city lord's palace, already thinking about it as he walked.
As he was walking, he saw a rather tall scholar walking by the roadside. Qu Wuming took two steps and hugged the scholar's shoulders. With a little force, he was already there before the scholar could shout.
He hugged him into a nearby secluded dark alley.
When Qu Wuming came out again a while later, he had already changed into a scholar's attire, waving a folding fan, and happily walked towards the back garden of the City Lord's Mansion that the previous young scholars had mentioned.
Deep in the dark alley, a young man without his outer robe was squatting on the ground with a blank look on his face, holding a silver coin in his hand. He couldn't remember what happened just now...
When Qu Wuming arrived at the venue of the "Qingtan Poetry Conference", he discovered that the back garden of the city lord's palace had actually opened a temporary entrance on the wall facing the street. Dozens of city guards in bright armor were maintaining security near the entrance.
.
Looking in from the newly opened entrance, all we can see is a screen wall made of a whole rock. In the middle of the rock, there are six characters "Qing Tan Poetry Conference" written with flying phoenixes. The writing is vigorous and powerful. At a glance, it is
From everyone's handwriting.
From a distance, I saw a burly scholar coming slowly waving a folding fan. The city guard sergeant responsible for checking the admission invitation did not dare to neglect. The leader clasped his fists and said, "Master, do you have an invitation?"
"No." Qu Wuming shook his head, took out two full-pound silver ingots from his robe sleeves, threw them to the sergeant and said, "I wonder what this invitation letter is like?"
"Of course you can." The sergeant took the silver ingot, bumped it, and hurriedly waved his hands to get out of the way, inviting Qu Wuming to come in.
Qu Wuming nodded to the sergeant to thank him and walked in with his head held high.
"Boss, why did that scholar look so awkward just now?" A soldier muttered as he approached the sergeant, "I'm afraid there were hundreds of scholars who came in today, but none of them were as tall and strong as him.
The scholar's robe doesn't look like a robe at all on him, but rather like a tights."
"Whatever." The sergeant put the silver ingot into his arms, "Since you know the rules so well, you can go in if you want. Don't you guys have the money for drinks this month? Haha..."
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Naturally, Qu Wuming could no longer hear the mutterings of the sergeants outside at this moment, because not long after bypassing the screen wall and moving forward, there was already a bustle of people, strings of silk and bamboo, and it was very lively.
Qu Wuming stayed at the Fuwei Escort Agency for a long time. At this time, the Qingtan Poetry Conference was coming to an end. A poem was copied and delivered to the audience of the conference. There were really many excellent works among them, which attracted many scholars to read.
Groups of five or so sit around, shaking their heads as they read and appreciate, and occasionally exchange a few comments.
Not long after, in the middle of a pool of blue water deep in the garden, a burst of applause suddenly came from the center. The readers who could not squeeze into the core area of the poetry meeting stopped and looked up, talking about who had recited some masterpiece.
cheered.
Qu Wuming had no interest in these frivolous poems. His goal was very simple - Lu Ling, as the Supreme Elder of the Sky Poison Sect, was now in Chang'an City, and he was the master of the third son of the city lord (although the third son of Zhen was just a registered official).
Disciple), the city lord will definitely treat him as an honored guest.
But the city lord still has to attend the Qingtan Poetry Conference, so Lu Ling will definitely be invited - after all, events of this scale are not common, and there are also performances from the top ten art galleries in Chang'an City. Lu Ling refuses
The possibility of not attending is probably extremely low.
As for how to act after seeing him, Qu Wuming had conceived several plans and just waited to see the opportunity.
When Qu Wuming walked along a corridor and passed through the bustling crowds to reach the lake in the back garden, he saw that the city lord's palace had actually built a rather wide floating island in the middle of the huge lake.
The floating island is located in the middle of the lake. There is a faint layer of golden light floating where it meets the water surface. It can be seen that it is based on the formation to make the entire island float on the water. Nine feet of floating island extend above the floating island.
A wide suspension bridge is connected to the lake shore. Colorful silks are hung on the handrails of the suspension bridge, swaying gently in the wind, making the suspension bridge beautiful.
On the floating island, there are two small buildings in the south and north.
The first one is five stories high, and each floor has a huge terrace. There are round tables on the terrace, and the tables are filled with fine wine and fruits. The tables are also full of guests, making it very lively.
Although the other building only has two floors, its shape is extremely peculiar. The first floor is covered by gauze curtains, so the furnishings inside cannot be seen clearly from a distance, while the second floor is a whole rooftop, and at the moment there is a group of people with gorgeous makeup.
, a slim woman dances on it to the music.
The distance between the first floor and the second floor is actually extremely far. From a distance, it is probably two or three feet high. There is actually a magic circle painted on the gauze curtains surrounding it, which captures the graceful movements of the women on the rooftop.
The dancing postures are projected on it and can be seen clearly even from a hundred feet away.
Qu Wuming's eyes swept across the gauze curtain, without stopping for a moment, but looked towards the terrace of the five-story building.
Perhaps it is to watch singing and dancing, and it is more convenient to recite poetry. Although the terrace is large, the number of guests who are eligible to sit on the terrace is decreasing step by step. The first floor is almost overcrowded, and on the fifth floor, there are only a few tables for chatting.
Qu Wuming narrowed his eyes slightly, and at a glance he saw a middle-aged man wearing a light golden python robe on the table in the middle of the fifth-floor terrace. Judging from his attire and appearance, he seemed to be someone in a high position in the capital of Qingtan Kingdom.
People. And the lord of Chang'an City, Zhen Buping, was actually at the bottom of the table.
There were only five or six people at the same table with them. Sitting to the left of the man in the light golden python robe happened to be an old man wearing a purple Taoist robe and looking like a fairy.
"I found you!" Qu Wuming said secretly in his heart. Looking from a distance, this old man has a well-proportioned figure, a slender face, and three locks of silver beard hanging on his chest. He is holding a feather fan and gently blowing it. Between his eyebrows and the three
Lu Linyuan bears a 70% resemblance to Lu Linyuan, who died at the mouth of Yaizhen more than a hundred years ago.
Although Qu Wuming's gaze only stayed on Lu Ling's face for a moment, Lu Ling, who was joking with the city lord Zhen Buping, turned his head around. His eyes flickered as if he noticed something.
However, Qu Wuming's eyes had already fallen on another table next to the city lord Zhen Buping. On that table, three young men with somewhat similar faces were staring intently at the dancer on the rooftop opposite.
, a girl in brocade clothes sitting next to them had already stood up and seemed to be about to leave...