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Chapter 316: New Year’s Eve in Beijing

After Wang Ping returned to the capital, he did not take any action. After finishing his homework every day, he just wandered around. Sometimes he listened to books in a teahouse, sometimes he went to Goulan to listen to music, or he went to the nearby famous mountains and rivers to enjoy the snow scenery.

half a month later.

The weather in Beijing is getting colder, and the Spring Festival is approaching. Red lanterns are hung outside every house. Two old scholars set up a stall selling couplets at the corner of the street. Business is very good.

When Wang Ping came back in the past two days, he was asked by his neighbors to write some couplets. He didn't receive any money. What he received was some rice noodles and the like. The best one was just a leg of lamb.

In the past half month, Wang Ping's wandering was just a performance for the sake of caution. When he stayed in the yard, he was making new puppets. This time he made the puppets from ordinary corpse soldiers.

Taoist Tongyu was right. After the success of the first puppet, with experience, the production of subsequent puppets became much simpler. Wang Ping repaired two puppets in only half a month, and there were no major problems with them. The corpse soldiers were given some regular memories, and Zihong was asked to register two identities for them.

There are many people who go to the capital to buy and sell their identities. Normally, the yamen's servants can make extra money in this area, but they are not as perfect as Wang Ping's identity.

Wang Ping sent out both of these two puppets. One was to contact Qianmu Guan’s internal affairs in the upper capital, and the other was to visit Yue Ziyu according to the secret line of Sanhe Guan’s party. He wanted to meet with Jiang Cun through Yue Ziyu’s arrangement. .

On the tenth day after sending out the two puppets, Wang Ping successfully made another puppet.

One night, when he was trying to activate the puppet's Qihai, a puppet he had sent out before returned to the small courtyard without a sound.

No one was following him, because he contacted Yue Ziyu through the internal affairs department of Qianmuguan. These hidden lines would be cut off every time they were used. It seemed wasteful, but the only value these people cultivated was to serve Wang Ping.

What he brought was a reply from Yue Ziyu and a token of the meeting. There was no special reminiscence in the letter. He simply said a few greetings and then got down to business. The meeting place was set at Baiweitang in Xicheng District, which is a medicine hall in Shangjing City. It's very famous, and it's considered the best choice besides monks to go to the capital.

The agreed time was three days later, which was the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month. The token was a jade pendant. Yue Ziyu asked him to go to Baiweitang at noon and hand the jade pendant to the big shopkeeper, who would arrange everything.

After Wang Ping wrote down the contents of the letter, he immediately burned the letter, then put away the jade pendant and sent away the puppet. This puppet will continue to lurk in Shangjing City in the future.

When the puppet left, Wang Ping deliberately stood at the door, paying attention to the golden halo in the sky, and connected with the nearby vegetation that he had communicated with recently. After confirming that no one was following the puppet, he turned his eyes to the puppet he had made to the end.

"Can you feel the sea of ​​qi in your Dantian?" Wang Ping asked.

"You can feel it when you reply to the Taoist priest." The puppet lowered his head respectfully and replied, sensing the Dantian Qi sea in his body according to the memory given by Wang Ping.

Wang Ping did not impose his own consciousness on this puppet, but planned to let it slowly practice on its own, so when making him, Wang Ping specially selected corpse soldiers with good bones.

Wang Ping stopped talking when he heard the words. He tapped his fingers gently, and a touch of pure ordinary spiritual energy gathered on his fingertips. Then it sank into the puppet's eyebrows, and slowly sank from the eyebrows to Qihai Dantian.

"hiss!"

The puppet gasped in pain, but then held it back.

Wang Ping nodded, "The pain nerve is intact and the willpower is intact. Not bad, not bad."

Yu Lian complained: "You set the puppet's memories yourself, right?"

Wang Ping ignored Yu Lian and carefully probed the puppet's body with very weak spiritual energy. A quarter of an hour later, when he confirmed that the puppet's sea of ​​​​qi and all the veins in its limbs could circulate spiritual energy, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Xiaoshanfu has ruled the south for so long. How many puppets do you think he has? Are there any of his puppets in Qianmu Temple?" Yu Lian's topic jumped very far. "It's useless to think so much, just do your best."

Wang Ping said that he passed on the Changchun Gong and Guiyuan Gong to the puppet, and said: "From now on, you will be called Huang Qi, and you will temporarily join Zi Hong's family."

"Yes!"

The puppet responded calmly.

Wang Ping waved his hand and said: "Go find Zihong."

The puppet immediately bowed his head and exited the door. After the door was closed again, Wang Ping closed his eyes and fell into meditation, while Yu Lian fell into a deep sleep on his shoulder.

three days later.

It's New Year's Eve, and the streets outside are very lively.

The small courtyard where Wang Ping was located was still very quiet, but the breakfast he bought in the morning was a bit richer.

After finishing the daily homework, the fusion progress of 'Tongtian Talisman' is still (1/100), and the refining progress of 'Dongtian Mirror' is close to %, and its mirror effect can barely be used.

After finishing the exercises and walking out of the yard, the puppet Huang Qi was practicing "Changchun Kung" under the eaves of the main house. It was snowing heavily in the yard. When the cold wind blew in the face, the air-conditioning was poured into the lungs with the breathed air, causing the body temperature to drop. Quite a few.

"Son!"

Huang Qi used his hidden identity to salute Wang Pingping.

Wang Ping just waved his hand, put on his cotton-padded clothes tighter, and then like everyone else, put on a warm cloak and walked through the snow to the courtyard gate.

After leaving the house, there were just a few more people on the street, and the incense was more intense. There was a grand sacrificial event in the nearby square, and solemn prayers were shuttled through the streets and alleys since dawn.

Other than that, the street was no different from the past. There were still the same stalls at the street corner. He bought a small stove on the street, hired a Jiaozi with a built-in stove and went straight to the West City.

Xicheng is on the other side of the river. There are two ways to cross the river. One is the two stone bridges in the city, and the other is taking a boat at the ferry. Now that the river is frozen, you can only take the stone bridge. The stone bridge was built by the monks of the Catacomb Gate. It was cast with magical power and connected with the embankments on both sides of the river. It can be regarded as a scenery in Shangjing City.

When he walked onto the stone bridge, Wang Ping opened Jiaozi's curtains and saw two large red boats on the frozen river. They built a wooden bridge to connect to the shore. Although it was snowing heavily, it was thirty days. , but there are a lot of people coming and going on the wooden bridge.

After crossing the stone bridge and walking about two hundred feet away, there is also the towering ten-foot-high city wall surrounding the West City. Where there is a city wall, there is naturally a city gate. The gatekeeper on duty here wears the robe of a fourth-grade military attache over his armor.

The soldiers did not relax their vigilance because of the festival. Wang Ping and Jiaozi were searched inside and out, and they paid two large sums of money to enter the city. As for the slaves who carried the sedan, their masters had already prepared a way to guard the city. The soldiers only need to check the number of their identity card, and there is no charge to enter the city.

Jiaozi walked through the city gate and passed the barbican. The first thing that caught his eye was the five-foot-wide avenue. On both sides of the avenue close to the city wall were the garrison of the city defense troops. Going further forward were inns and restaurants, and beyond that were all kinds of Shop.

Baiweitang is located at the crossroads in the center of Xicheng. Its signboard can be clearly seen from the streets on the left and right. The nearby streets are full of horse-drawn carriages. In front of the gate, there is a square made of white jade, which is covered with Sweetie.

The gate was crowded with people at the moment. The big shopkeeper Wang Ping was looking for was very busy right now. To see him, he still had to queue up. The queue lasted for half an hour. After Wang Ping handed the jade pendant to the big shopkeeper, he looked at him. Then he asked the assistant next to him to lead Wang Ping to the backyard.

(End of this chapter)