I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 89 (Happy Chinese New Year)
"Report to the Holy Majesty, the servant just went to investigate, and all traces left on the scene have been erased. We only know that it was two detached monks who fought with each other, causing the world to be in turmoil."

"The scene was filled with golden light and blood. According to the monks who arrived in advance, one of them seemed to be the Martial Saint riding a dragon."

"As for who the other one is, the servant is not sure."

Emperor Jiaming pondered for a moment and said: "Big Companion, you go and inform the Dragon Guards and let them investigate secretly. Within three days, I want all the information of this Dragon Rider Martial Saint."

"In addition, let Sitian Supervisor Guo Jian decide this matter and determine the position of the Dragon Rider Martial Saint. I want to meet him."

"See if he can be used by me."

"Yes!"

Huang Daban led the way and left.

Emperor Jiaming thought for a moment, and a flash of spiritual light shot out.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a tall figure and elegant appearance appeared in front of Emperor Jiaming.

"Uncle Huang, you arrange for one of the best medicine testers to take this pure yang elixir."

Emperor Jiaming took out a jade bottle, handed it to the middle-aged man, and added: "Don't let other people know!"

The middle-aged man bowed slightly and took the order to leave.

Hall of Eternal Life, Grass Department.

It has been quietly spread from the mouths of the upper third-rank monks that the martial sage riding a dragon fights with people in the air, and Yang Qing and others have also known about it.

He Ping'an asked, "Brother Yang, has Master Wang's portrait been on sale yet?"

"Oh, I can't sell it!" Yang Qing sighed, full of depression, not only did he not earn money, but Master Wang often complained in front of himself, asking him to bear part of the cost
"Can't sell it?"

He Pingan said in surprise, Master Wang's painting skills are not bad.

Coupled with the blessing of my majestic Dragon Riding Martial Saint, it stands to reason that the sales should be very good.

In fashionable terms, it should be a hit!

"I don't know why, the Holy Majesty does not allow anyone to mention the matter of Wu Sheng, so not many people in Xuanyang City know about it."

"The master Wang dare not sell it, for fear of being caught by the dragon guards."

Yang Qing explained.

"So this is ah."

He Pingan suddenly realized, and then said to Yang Qing: "If this is the case, Brother Yang, you have to hurry up with Master Wang, save more goods, and prepare to sell them!"

"You kid is talking nonsense, the Holy Majesty is not allowed to mention it, who dares to sell it?"

Yang Qing blew his beard and stared.

"Brother Yang, one moment is another moment."

He Ping'an said in a persuasive way: "The matter of Wu Sheng was far away in Yanzhou before, so it's normal for Xuanyang not to know."

"But now that this matter happened thousands of miles outside Xuanyang City, almost all the monks of the third rank have sensed it, and it will soon spread all over the world."

"Even the Holy One, I'm afraid I can't hide it."

"If that's the case, it's better to take the initiative in your own hands."

Hearing his explanation, Yang Qing's eyes brightened instantly.

"You mean that the Holy Majesty is likely to announce it to the world?" Yang Qing asked.

He Ping'an's eyes showed little stars of admiration: "Master Yang is indeed resourceful!"

Yang Qing stroked his short beard, nodded triumphantly and said: "At that time, the first-hand portrait of Wu Sheng riding a dragon will be the most popular commodity in Xuanyang."

Having figured this out, he hurried up to the sixth floor and shouted as he walked, "Old Wang, Mr. Wang, our painting is about to sell out."

Not long after, He Pingan sensed that Yang Qing flew out like the wind, a little faster than when he fled in Yanzhou that day.

Looking at the direction, it is to Dongshi.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Qing's storage bag was filled with Xuanyu ink and Xuanyang paper and flew back.

The master Wang upstairs is like a small electric motor, running at full power, and the martial arts saint riding a dragon appears vividly in his pen.

In just half an hour, twenty portraits of martial saints were drawn.

Sitting downstairs, He Pingan felt a little uneasy. If Emperor Jiaming didn't follow his own way of thinking, wouldn't it be...
He Pingan shuddered when he thought of the scene of Master Wang and Yang Qing trying to kill someone.

If not, put the value first.
Tomorrow won't work. Please take three days off. When the dust settles, when will you come back to work.
At this moment, a crimson light pierced the sky and fell into the place where the commander of the Hall of Eternal Life was located.

Then, on the waist badges of everyone in the Hall of Eternal Life, the commander Zhao Ding's stern voice came.

"The Holy Majesty declares to the world that the Martial Saint riding a dragon will protect Daxuan, and scare away the Nanman Gu Immortals outside Xuanyang City."

"Wu Liang, Marquis of Yongchun, and Qian Yanqing, a commoner, assisted the Martial Sage, but died for the country unfortunately."

He Pingan immediately relaxed and sipped tea leisurely.

After this incident, at least within a month, no matter what posture I use to lie down, Master Wang and Yang Qing will have to sacrifice themselves.

However, Emperor Jiaming seemed to have changed his mind a bit.

The content of my previous summons to Guo Jianzheng was that Wu Liang, Marquis of Yongchun, and Qian Yanqing colluded with Gu Immortals to besiege Martial Saints, and were destroyed by Martial Saints.

When it comes to the imperial decree, it becomes this content.

From this point of view, Emperor Jiaming still saved some face for Wu Liang.

"never mind."

He Pingan let out a long sigh, he found in his soul search that the Marquis of Yongchun seemed to have been bought by the Nanman Gu Immortal, the riot in Dongshi before was planned by the Marquis of Yongchun, and the Gu Immortal arranged Gu Xiu to cooperate.

Just to allow Marquis Yongchun to return to southern Xinjiang.

But at this time, everyone is dead, and there is no point in pursuing these.

On the contrary, how the blood of the Martial Saint fell into the hands of Gu Immortal made He Pingan even more curious.

You know, in He Ping'an's understanding of Wu Sheng, it seems that only two Daxuan appeared, but now Wu Sheng's blood has flowed to the outer domain, which is really unimaginable.

"Boom!"

Yang Qing trotted down the stairs all the way with a smile on his face, and shouted excitedly before he reached his side: "Ping An, you are really my humerus."

"It's a trivial matter, nothing to worry about." He Pingan waved his hand, indicating that it was not worth mentioning.

"Tonight at Lichun Courtyard, I will pay the bill!"

With a wave of his hand, Yang Qing offered him a rare and generous treat.

He Pingan looked at his realm with some doubts. He was still at the fourth rank of Confucianism and Taoism, and he had no breakthrough.

Where did he get the confidence to say the words Lichunyuan?
"Really?"

"Brother Yang, take me one!"

At this time a figure suddenly flashed in from outside the door, He Pingan took a closer look, it was Han Li.

This kid, I didn't see him just now, but he appeared as soon as he saw something good.

Seeing Han Li coming back, Yang Qing was furious: "Where did you go just now?"

"Just now"

Han Li rolled his eyes, and was about to make up some pretense.

With a glance, He Pingan saw the powder on Han Li's neck, and interrupted at the right time: "Daxuan people don't lie to Daxuan people!"

"you"

Han Li choked on a word, unable to speak.

"Hey, I knew you kid was up to no good!"

Yang Qing chuckled, and then said: "Stop talking, tonight at Lichun Courtyard, you pay the bill."

Han Li: .
"Oh, by the way, tonight there will be Master Wang."

Yang Qing then added another sentence.

Han Li's originally melancholy expression suddenly turned into a bitter face.

If he hadn't received a sudden order from the commanding envoy to appear, he would not have come back.
Yang Qing passed on the opportunity of losing money to Han Li, and his mood became more and more happy, and he began to hum a little song softly in his mouth.

Now it is only necessary to wait for Master Wang to finish the last few paintings and save up to [-] paintings before they can be sold.

This kind of business must be profitable in one wave, as long as it starts to be sold, fakes will soon appear on the market.

The price is cheaper, and some picture quality is even better than Lao Wang's genuine one.

He Pingan only seized the opportunity at this time, and asked, "Brother Yang, if Qian Yanqing is dead, the business of Lichun Hospital will not be affected?"

"Hey, you don't know about that, Lichun Courtyard, Qian Yanqing is just one of the owners, and the relationship behind it is so intricate that it won't go bankrupt easily."

"So that's the case, then I'm relieved." He Pingan said by chance, if Qian Yanqing was beheaded by himself and Lichun Courtyard closed down, Daxuan's nightlife would lack a good place in the future.

How many rough people who can't sleep at night will silently curse themselves.
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