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Chapter 312 Meeting with the Puppet Zi Hong

The backyard of the inn.

After settling down, Wang Ping stared at the incense burner in the center of the small courtyard outside the window of the wing room. The incense here was not strong, because almost all the guests staying here were outsiders, and most of them did not believe in the emperor's incense. But the incense in the palace on the top of the mountain was The golden streamer can still cover this place.

"Why does the emperor like to spy on people so much?" Yu Lian took out her sleeves to get some air.

"There shouldn't be constant surveillance, otherwise the emperor will die suddenly within a year." Wang Ping put away his consciousness and stopped observing the world of inspiration. His eyes fell outside the opposite wing, where two young Jianghu people were interacting with each other. Learn knife skills.

Judging from their appearance, they must have just left the world. Most likely they came to the capital to see the world, so they could only stay in a cheap inn near the city gate in Beicheng District.

The low price is also compared to the capital city. If it were placed in other places, this inn would be considered to be first-class in terms of decoration and scale. There are storytellers, music listeners, ditchers, gamblers, etc. around the inn. Entertainment venues for theatergoers and others.

Naturally, the two young Jianghu people inevitably decided the winner in the end. This difference caused subtle changes in their moods. Wang Ping felt the change in their emotions, and he became interested without realizing it. , took out a small bead carved from red five-color ore and played with it.

Naturally, some people were unconvinced after the victory, so the second competition began. Wang Ping walked out of the room and lay on the couch in front of the door, playing with the five-color ore in his hand and observing the competition between the two young people.

The two quickly noticed Wang Ping's gaze. The young man who had just won obviously wanted to stop, but the loser didn't want to stop. So, the two fought for a while, attacking and defending, but there was no winner. , the one who lost in the end was so desperate that he actually resorted to a killing move against the enemy.

"when!"

The sound of the weapons clashing was clear, and the person who deserved to lose still failed to win the sparring match.

The two still communicated politely as before. The loser was obviously displeased and unconvinced, but young people are like this, and their emotions are easily expressed. This is not hatred.

What they don't know is that in the world of inspiration, countless golden threads fall on the losing young man, trying to awaken his emotional desires and make him believe in himself in exchange for more powerful power.

"interesting!"

After Wang Ping muttered to himself, he closed his eyes facing the winter sunshine in the yard.

Before I knew it it was getting dark.

The tourists living in the courtyard also came back one after another. Wang Ping called the waiter and asked for lamp oil and a plate of fresh shrimps for the night.

Within a moment, the lights in Wang Ping's room were lit, and Yu Lian was fed a plate of fresh shrimps. As for the other rooms, most of them were dark, and people eating noodles could be heard under the eaves. Two quarters of an hour later there was another burst of snoring.

Wang Ping calculated with his fingers that it was only two o'clock in the morning, and the streets outside were bustling with people, but for those who went out to do errands, going to bed early was the best way to save money.

Yulian hid herself in the darkness, lying at the window and looking at the dark yard, and at the ubiquitous golden halo in the world of inspiration. With a tap of Wang Ping's finger, the flame of the oil lamp at the window weakened by half, and the light in the house It also became darker.

After a few breaths, a figure appeared outside the door. When he was about to knock on the door, the door opened by itself.

"I've met senior brother!"

The visitor closed the door and stood in the darkness in the corner, speaking, "I hope you'll forgive me, senior brother. There are spies from the guards everywhere in the capital."

"It doesn't matter!"

Wang Ping responded softly. The identity he revealed to the inn's internal affairs was that of a fourth-generation disciple sent by Qianmu Temple to Shangjing City.

He said things directly: "I have two things. First, prepare an identity card for me in the Shangjing area. Second, prepare a person to continue living here with my identity for a month. I didn't come back after a month. This identity is up to you."

"Yes!"

After the man answered, he obviously had something more to say.

Wang Ping heard his difficulty and explained: "I have never come into contact with anyone along the way. People who have come into contact with me will not remember me." "That's it, it's easy to handle."

After answering, he silently exited the room.

After Yu Lian left, Teng Yun fell on Wang Ping and said, "You are a little too cautious. You have gone around in so many circles. Don't you have to go to Daozang Hall to show your true identity?"

"It's always right to be careful. I don't need to go to the Daozang Hall in person. As the third seat, I still have the power to ask them to come and provide services."

Wang Ping now needs to try his best not to get involved in anything.

"Aren't you curious about the headquarters of Daozang Hall? How come its predecessor is also the Taiyan Sect!" Yu Lian asked.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, but now... Shangjing City at this pass is too dazzling!"

Yu Lian turned over, got into Wang Ping's left sleeve, and asked, "Are we going to go out and take a look at the night view of the capital city?"

"Correct!"

An hour later.

The door opened quietly again, and in the darkness there was a man about the same height as Wang Ping, wearing blue Taoist robes, standing in the darkness in the corner.

"This is what senior brother wants!"

He handed over an identity plate made of colorless five-element ore.

As Wang Ping waved his hand, the identity card fell on his hand.

I heard this person say: "This person is a scholar from Shangqiao Village in the eastern suburbs of the city. His name is Li Mincai. His parents died young. He relied on his family's remaining money to study at Zhonghui College on Yunjiang Road. In the middle of last year Xiucai, even if senior brother goes to Shangqiao Village to recognize his marriage, he will definitely not go wrong."

"Row!"

Wang Ping also took out an identity card and handed it to the visitor.

When the other party took the identity card, Wang Ping's figure swayed, avoiding the golden halo of the world of inspiration, and appeared in the dark courtyard outside. The blue Taoist robe on his body turned into a cotton scribe's robe, and the jade crown in his hair turned into It became the cloth hat worn by ordinary scribes.

He watched the Queen of Heaven walk out of the courtyard and into the lobby of the inn. There were also some people in the lobby. They ordered some cheap refreshments and leaned against the stove in the corner, planning to stay up until dawn.

They didn't mind their own business when they saw Wang Ping walking out of the backyard.

When Wang Ping went out, according to the local custom, he lit three sticks of incense on the incense burner in front of his door.

It was already midnight, and the streets were still bustling with activity. The most common combination was a few rich middle-aged people wearing silk clothes with wide sleeves, followed by more or less strong slaves.

Nobles from well-off families are always followed by servants, servants with formal status, but they are rarely seen in the outer city east of the city.

Wang Ping resisted the urge to scatter seeds on the ground and headed deeper into the city in the cold wind. Just like a person from the capital, he walked through two streets with ease and walked to the outside of a mutton shop.

Under the cowhide shed, on a table next to the stove, his puppet Zi Hong, dressed in the clothes of a government servant, was sitting by the stove eating mutton soup.

His memories of this place were all shared with him by Zi Hong once a year.

After getting closer, Wang Ping's Yuan Shen consciousness quietly connected to Zi Hong's memory and shared part of his thoughts with Zi Hong.

(End of this chapter)