You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 278 We must welcome you well
In the morning, the general sent the Kyoto Imperial Guards to welcome King Wei's convoy. In the afternoon, the news of King Wei's arrival spread throughout Kyoto.

King Wei did not conceal his tracks throughout the entire process. With such a huge army, as long as their eyes were not blind and their ears were not deaf, the wind would have brought the news to their ears.

The spies of the Kyoto families all went out and used every possible means. It only took half a day for the information of this convoy to be placed on the tables of each family.

King Wei Li Ji, and a group of "unknown" "jianghu people".

The "Taoist priest" who rode in the same carriage with King Wei naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Some families with sensitive ears and dog-like noses had heard the news of the "immortal Taoist priest" long ago, and it was like a stone thrown into a bird's nest, causing all the chickens and eggs to fly away and the dogs to jump.

Some people who were not well-informed were full of curiosity and had no idea about the identity of this Taoist priest who suddenly appeared.

Even if a retainer is quite capable, he is not qualified to ride in the same carriage with the prince.

For a while, some were happy while others were sad. Some were thinking about whether they should move out of Kyoto to avoid the limelight during this period; some were eager to get close to the Taoist priest; and some were sitting on the sidelines and watching how high the muddy water in Kyoto could get.

Of course, there were also a group of people who had only a vague understanding of the rumors about the Taoist priest, but they would shout a few times, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Where are there gods in this world?" and then simply forget about the Taoist priest and continue drinking and having fun, thinking that Li Ji was confused and actually lowered his status to let himself and the wanderer ride in the same carriage.

In addition to them, there is another group of people.

When they heard that the Taoist priest was coming, they began to make plans quietly.

Prepare for the coming storm.

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In the center of the long street of books, there is an elegant courtyard with an attic in the middle. Next to it is a welcoming pine tree, swaying in the wind.

This is the place where meetings and discussions are held in the library. People with status and position in the library will occasionally talk about world affairs here and discuss the future of the world's literature.

Today, two experts are guarding outside this small pavilion, their eyes shining, not letting anyone get close.

Inside the attic’s second floor, two old men were sitting opposite each other at a long table. One of them was dressed in luxurious and gorgeous attire, covered in gold, silver and jewels; the other was only wearing simple scholar’s ​​clothes, with a turban on his head.

The old man who was rich and noble was called Mr. Changsun, and the old man who looked like a scholar was Mr. Zhuge. Together with Mr. Yulu, they were called the Three Laymen of the Book Tower, and they were the managers under the current owner of the building.

At this moment, Mr. Changsun placed his hands on the window sill. His jewels rustled with his movements, and his sighs came like a continuous wave:

"Yulu is dead... This old guy went out for a while and ruined his life. What on earth was he doing?"

"Who knows?" Master Zhuge shook his head, his face cold: "Yulu usually does things behind our backs. I checked and found that they are not good things. Now he is dead, it can be regarded as karma."

"We are all fellow students of the library, please don't say things that are not conducive to unity." Changsun Lay Buddhist sat back in his seat: "The owner of the library asked the two of us to come here this time, saying that he would bring an important person with him. Zhuge, who do you think this person in the capital is?"

"I don't know, I'm not interested."

"Hey, it's so boring to talk to you. You don't care about money or power. You can't spend your whole life holding on to those books."

"Why not?"

"..."

Mr. Changsun didn’t know what to say.

The three monks each had their own preferences. Changsun liked money, Yulu liked power, and Zhuge was the most different, he liked books.

Normally, Changsun and Yulu could still chat with each other, but now that Yulu is dead, Changsun really doesn't know how to get along with Zhuge.

But Zhuge is the most accomplished person in the library today, and has mastered the six major literary powers. Changsun dare not argue with him.

So I just shut up and waited patiently for the host.

After half an incense stick of time, the eldest grandson became a little annoyed with waiting. Suddenly, he felt a gust of eerie wind blowing in from outside the window. He shivered and stood up to close the window.

When Mr. Changsun turned around again, he suddenly found a beautiful woman with a pale face standing behind him.

He was frightened and screamed, taking several steps back, almost knocking over tables, chairs and benches.

"You... who are you?"

"The owner of the library asked me to come over." The woman's voice was cold and without any emotion.

Mr. Changsun was slightly stunned:

The poster said before that the person we two are going to meet today is an important person. Is this important person he mentioned this woman?
Zhuge Layman looked the woman up and down, and his indifferent expression turned serious:
"Your body is made of paper, and your flesh and blood are made of lotus. You look like a living person, but you are actually an evil spirit... You are said to be a big shot, but it seems that you are more like a messenger of a big shot."

The woman did not explain, but silently agreed to everything.

Mr. Changsun finally came back to his senses, and a flattering smile appeared on his face:

"My Lord, did you come to us this time to ask our library to do something? Don't worry, the library will definitely..."

"A Taoist priest will come in a few days." The woman interrupted Changsun Layman, "He will definitely come to contact the bookstore.

"That person is an honored guest. My master hopes that the library can 'treat' him well."

The four words "treat well" were emphasized very strongly, and Mr. Changsun immediately understood the meaning of the other party's words.

His face turned a little ugly.

Do you want the library to have a confrontation with that immortal Taoist priest?
……

After finishing his lesson, Yan Wangsheng invited a few friends to meet at a nearby restaurant to discuss the matter of "The Taoist Priest Coming to Beijing".

When he passed by Caoxin Hall where Wei Shu was lying, he could see that there were one or two gentlemen from the library in the hall trying to wake Wei Shu up.

Compared with the crowded scene before, Caoxin Hall seems a bit lonely now.

Recently, fewer people have gone to the library to treat Wei Shu. This group of self-important library gentlemen finally admitted their own incompetence. They were helpless against the comatose Wei Shu and had no way to bring him out of his dream.

However, Wei Shu's condition has obviously eased a lot recently compared to the beginning. At the beginning, he was trapped in an endless nightmare in reality, struggling every day and screaming in his sleep. Now Wei Shu can only lie down peacefully for a whole day, except that sometimes his brows would be tightly furrowed, as if he encountered something incomprehensible.

Yan Wangsheng estimated that Wei Shu would be able to break through this dream and wake up soon.

At that time...

You never know, there might be an extra helper on my side.

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a warmth in my arms. I turned around and was filled with joy.

Guan Jinping sent him a message!
Yan Wangsheng simply put Wei Shu's matter behind his mind, and even ignored his old friend who was waiting for him in the restaurant. He trotted back to his residence and lit the communication incense, fearing that Guan Jinping would wait for a long time.

After lighting the incense stick, Yan Wangsheng vaguely heard Guan Jinping's voice:

"Can you hear my voice?"

"I can hear it, I can hear it." Yan Wangsheng said with joy: "Junior sister, did you come to Kyoto with the Taoist priest?"

"Oh? Senior Brother actually knows my whereabouts?"

"Lord Wei is so powerful that even a babbling child knows he is coming to the capital. I think it is very likely that you will come with him."

"You really guessed it right." Guan Jinping said with a smile: "I was originally with Prince Jing, and when I saw that the three months were up, I simply went directly to the border of Kyoto, and happened to run into Prince Wei's large army. I became their guest and ate and drank for two days.

"I am following King Wei and the Taoist priest now. I estimate that we will reach Kyoto in two or three days."

Guan Jinping teased Yan Wangsheng again: "I'm still waiting for you to treat me to a drink."

"Of course." Yan Wangsheng smiled and said, "There are many good restaurants in Kyoto. I have saved some money over the years. I guarantee that you can eat and drink well."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and then cut off the communication.

We will be able to meet officially in a few days, and there will be no need to stare at each other through the incense.

but……

Yan Wangsheng always felt something was strange.

like……

There was something slightly wrong with Guan Jinping's voice.

I don’t know how to describe it. If I have to say it, it always feels like a little girl pretending to be old.

I couldn't figure out the reason, so I thought that Guan Jinping had caught a cold these two days and her throat was a little hoarse.

Wait for her to come and offer her some throat-warming wine.

Yan Wangsheng was also in a good mood. He opened the door, felt the spring breeze in the courtyard, and walked out humming a little tune.

After turning left and right in the alley, I arrived at the agreed restaurant. After going up to the private room on the second floor, I found that a few old guys were already waiting for me in the hall.

"Old Yan, you are such a rude person. You made us wait here for two sticks of incense."

An old man laughed and scolded Yan Wangsheng, but Yan Wangsheng didn't get angry. He sat down and drank three cups of tea:
"I'm in a good mood today. I'll treat you all to this table of food."

"Oh, the miser has changed his personality!"

After some banter, they started eating and drinking, and after a few drinks, the old guys also started chatting.

Among them was an old man, who was dressed richly but unkempt, and seemed to be the type who didn't care about what was happening outside. He caught Yan Wangsheng and asked:
"Old Yan, what is the identity of the Taoist priest of King Wei? Can you tell us about it?"

Everyone else also looked at Yan Wangsheng.

They had all heard that the Taoist priest was very capable, but they knew very little about the details, so they still had to rely on Yan Wangsheng.

Yan Wangsheng chuckled:
“That Taoist priest.

"But he is the ancestor of our library!"

"Ah?" The old man's eyes widened as he asked, "Old Yan, why are you cursing while you're talking?"

"I'm calling you an idiot." Yan Wangsheng snorted and didn't explain further.

Only a few other old men were left looking at each other, wondering whether the other party was joking or not.

Or is this really the case?

……

When Li Ji entered Beijing, he chose the widest and largest road, which was easy to walk on, conspicuous, and stylish.

The carriage had been traveling in Kyoto for a day without any accidents.

But today the sky is a little dark and gloomy, as if it is going to rain.

Zuo Chen was sitting in the carriage chatting with Li Ji, but suddenly he felt some Qi, so he lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside.

Suddenly laughed:

"King Wei, Kyoto seems to be welcoming to us."

In Zuochen's field of vision, on the grass slope not far away.

The air is filled with evil spirit.

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