The two holy blessings from Yuan Sheng and Meng Sheng were mixed among the stars, without attracting any special attention. They circled like swallows and fell towards the northern suburbs of Yangjing City, landing precisely on the head of a young man.
This young man is none other than Su Ping, who has already handed in his paper.
Two quarters of an hour has passed since the vision suddenly reached the lower realm of stars.
Su Ping actually took this opportunity to leave Gongyuan without anyone noticing and arrived at the northern suburbs of Yangjing City.
"The two saints are out, how can they be blessed by one holy will... so stingy."
Su Ping observed it for a while, then reluctantly exited the mist space.
The talent blessed by the Holy Will was pulled in by the mist space as soon as it entered his body, and then began to be swallowed up by the original talent.
Before, his talent was already bigger than the basin, but looking at the current situation, there is no sign that he has reached his limit.
"If this continues, when will I reach the second realm..."
Su Ping sighed and continued walking forward.
Next to the official road, a familiar figure led the horse and looked up at the sky. It wasn't until Su Ping approached that he noticed it.
"Everyone Su."
Shopkeeper Liu was stunned, and quickly patted the luggage on the horse's back and said, "Everything you want is ready, and the horse is also a good horse. Traveling three hundred miles a day is not a problem."
"Thank you, I won't say much more."
Su Ping nodded and took out a stack of paper from his arms: "This is the follow-up text of "The Young Master Enters the Marriage"."
Shopkeeper Liu took the thick stack of manuscripts, flipped through a few pages, and then smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits.
After all, this kind of cooperation with Su Ping was unprecedented. He was always worried about what would happen if the follow-up of the story book was not exciting enough? What if Su Ping didn't want to continue writing?
I have made enough money, but I can’t lose the Wuya Bookshop’s sign here.
However, after just flipping through it, he realized that this story was just as exciting.
After accepting the manuscript, shopkeeper Liu asked: "The Su family are going on a long journey? To be honest, riding a horse is not as comfortable as a carriage. Although it is not as good as at home, at least it won't make you fall apart."
"I'm in a hurry, and the carriage is too slow. Unless... you can get a demon-horsed carriage?"
Su Ping glanced at him.
Shopkeeper Liu's face froze, and he said with embarrassment: "You are joking, demon horses are strictly controlled by the imperial court, and ordinary people cannot get them..."
"Okay, it's over here, you can go back."
Su Ping cupped his hands and said, "You and I will say goodbye."
After saying that, Su Ping got on his horse and drove away.
"Forehead……"
Shopkeeper Liu watched Su Ping go away blankly, always feeling that his posture looked weird.
After a while, he woke up as if from a dream, and slapped his thigh suddenly: "Why are you leaving? I haven't said when I will be back..."
If this had happened a year and a half ago, would the other two novels still have been printed?
Such a good story, even if it is not printed, it would be good if you tell me about the follow-up...
Su Ping didn't have the time to pay attention to shopkeeper Liu's thoughts.
At this time, he was lying on the horse, trying his best to find balance in the bumps.
Fortunately, his current physique has reached the level of the first level of martial arts, and coupled with the five senses improved by the first level of Confucianism and Taoism, he has completely mastered the skills before the horses run out of the realm of Pingtian Mansion.
Su Ping got off his horse and took out pen and ink, cinnabar and paper from his luggage.
The next moment, talent came into my mind and a picture appeared.
Cyclamen, monks, baggage, and, spread out from the baggage... customs clearance documents and road guides!
Yes, Su Ping plans to leave Yangjing.
He made this decision from the day he met Yi Guan.
The successive oppressions from the Duke's government finally made him understand that there was no use in giving in.
The more you give in, the more those people will push forward.
Not to mention dignity, he didn't even feel that those people treated him as a 'person'.
In the eyes of those people, they are like an object that can be swayed and trampled on at will.
All he could do was copy a poem to express his dissatisfaction.
But what then?
There were so many dignitaries and dignitaries present, and they all knew that they were in the Duke's Mansion.
After waiting for many days, no one from the house sent a servant to deliver the invitation.
This is not because Su Pingtian is shameless and thinks that he has convinced them with a poem.
But he understands that the shocking visions of "The Wine Will Come" can definitely add a lot of value to himself.
But even to this extent, no one is willing to make friends with him.
Why?
Su Ping couldn't figure it out, but he could probably guess that this matter was either related to the Duke's Mansion or to the current His Majesty.
Let’s not mention the cause first, but when we put the results together, the idea becomes much clearer.
It's not impossible to continue to stay in the Duke's Mansion. It's just a waste of time and energy, and it takes ten years to sharpen a sword.
But here comes the question, when the popularity of "Jin Jin Jiu" subsides, will the back house take revenge?
How to deal with revenge?
Write another poem, and then repeat this cycle until you grow to the point where the other party doesn't dare to suppress you?
Su Ping felt that he shouldn't be that intolerable.
If that's the case, then I simply can't bear it anymore.
But what to do?
After much thought, he only thought of one way.
Leave Yangjing, or even...leave Daqing!
Although it was extremely humiliating, to be honest, Su Ping had not yet developed a sense of belonging to this world, let alone the Duke's Mansion and Yangjing.
If you leave, there will be no psychological burden.
Therefore, he has been preparing for this moment for the past few days.
First, you must take the provincial examination.
Because only within the Gongyuan can he be out of sight of the masters of the Duke's Mansion for a long time.
So he went to visit Wen Daoyuan and asked for the sign, so he could visit Gongyuan in advance.
Although he met the girl and Lord Rabbit on the way, it did not prevent him from taking the details of the entire Gongyuan into his mind.
Only then did Qi come into his head, which indeed allowed him to find the loopholes in Gongyuan.
The thorn girth is three feet high. Even if you instill talent into your legs, you will never be able to climb over the wall.
But using the watchtower at the corner is just enough!
I am afraid that even the craftsmen who repaired the Gongyuan did not expect that a freak like Su Ping would appear among the candidates.
Not only is it comparable to the first level of martial arts after being blessed by the holy will, but it can also be used to instill the talents that can only be found in the fourth level at the first level of Confucianism and Taoism, and the effect is so powerful.
After confirming that he could climb the wall, Su Ping began to design more detailed links.
I answered the paper as quickly as possible, and when I was handing it in, I quietly took out the Holy Heart Pen, touched it on the paper where I had already written "No Clothes", and copied it again.
After getting out of the room, I was able to walk through the examination room by issuing the "Respect and Enter Respect" sign in case of emergency.
Afterwards, the vision was shocking!
What he was betting on was that everyone's attention would be drawn away by the vision, and he would take the opportunity to climb out of the wall.
Fortunately, his bet was successful.
Of course, luck is luck and preparation is essential.
In order to prevent possible pursuit, he needed to get away from Yangjing as quickly as possible.
The existence of shopkeeper Liu makes up for this last link.
That day at Wuya Bookstore, Su Ping asked shopkeeper Liu for help, and prepared horses and luggage to wait in the northern suburbs. This was exactly his intention.
After coming out of Gongyuan, Su Ping found the banknotes and manuscripts that he had hidden long ago, and went straight to the city gate.
Until now, no one except shopkeeper Liu knew that he had left Yangjing.
"Done."
After a while, Su Ping stopped writing and dried the two documents with his own name on them.
"That's right, I can't see the slightest bit of fraud."
Su Ping nodded with satisfaction, put away the documents, got on his horse, and turned to look in the direction of Yang Jing.
He planned to leave, but he did not intend to forget this humiliating experience.
"If you have a chance……"
"drive!"
The riding whip was swung down heavily.
The horses kicked up their hooves and galloped towards the north.
I decided to go north early in the morning.
If the Duke's Mansion is determined not to let him go, most of its manpower will definitely be deployed in the south leading to Xiaohe Village.
No one could have imagined that he would go north.
Pass through Feng'an Prefecture, Donghui Prefecture, Jiahua Prefecture, and Ruijiang Prefecture, then go all the way east, then cross the border and go to Dasu in Dongzhou!
This is the route and final destination planned by Su Ping.
He thought very thoroughly.
Nanzhou is hostile to Daqing and it is difficult to go there. Although Xizhou has Buddhism and Taoism to mix with, it is also difficult to go there because of such a large desert.
Um...I won't mention the north.
Only Dongzhou is the best choice.
The Dasu Dynasty in Dongzhou was not at all behind Daqing in terms of national strength, land, and laws.
After all the calculations, only the overall level of Confucianism and Taoism is worse.
Moreover, there was frequent trade between Dasu and Daqing. As long as I was willing to spend money, there would be no problem in adding a merchant group.
As for the map... you don't need it at all.
After reading so many books in the Imperial Academy, I'm afraid there won't be many people in Daqing who know the geography of Zhongzhou better than he does.
Once we reach the Dasu Dynasty, we will no longer have the shackles of Duke Dingguo...
Su Pingping was thinking and planning expressionlessly.
But he didn't know.
About four hundred miles away from him, on the official road, a bald man with bare feet was walking silently.
If someone comes close to him, they can hear the repeated muttering.
"The missionary work has not been completed, I am ashamed of the Buddha... I am ashamed of the Buddha..."