I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 73: Do wild mushrooms dream of dancing people?
The general trend of the world is that if it is divided for a long time, it will be reunited and if it is combined for a long time, it will be divided.

The Qin Empire lasted for five hundred years, and was followed by several hundred years of chaos and disorder. To this day, there are still two royal courts in the north and the south.

The rulers of the Northern and Southern Dynasties always had a dream deep in their hearts, which was to unify the world.

Such a great achievement has only been achieved by the Qin Shi Huang who swept across the six kingdoms throughout history.

How much blood was shed outside Yumen Pass, and how many men returned from the battlefield.

The Southern Dynasty was prosperous but enjoyed a long period of peace, while the Northern Dynasty was martial but had serious internal strife.

The struggle between the Southern and Northern Dynasties has always continued, but it was not so obvious. Both sides have never given up the idea of ​​​​invading each other.

The struggle between countries is all-round. In the world of true cultivation, some secret agents can often exert strength beyond imagination.

Fighting on the battlefield can certainly determine the gains and losses of a city or a place, but if you can infiltrate the enemy and behead the enemy generals before the battle begins, the victory will be almost a crushing victory.

The army is hard power, and soft power includes economy and culture... In the world of true cultivation, the "jianghu" must also be added.

The advantage of the Northern Dynasty lies in its more prosperous martial arts world, and naturally it will not give up this unique advantage.

As long as you continue to infiltrate into the Southern Dynasty's underworld, you can do the following two things.

1. Secretly recruit masters who are down on their luck; 2. Assassinate young talents who have not yet grown up in the martial arts world.

This is to remove the fuel from under the cauldron.

The court alone cannot cultivate enough masters. Most of the names of masters engraved on the Yanran Stele outside Yumen Pass are from the martial arts world, and only a part of them are descendants of military merits.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." the spy from the Northern Dynasty sighed, "Look at you, how miserable you are. After a few threats, you've had no choice but to give up the wealth and status that were within your grasp, abandoning the fruits of ten years of hard work. You're fleeing thousands of miles like a stray dog, even going so far as to hide your identity."

Song Qingtang's expression remained unchanged: "It's just a matter of success or failure. My coveting of Juyi Pavilion was a huge gamble. I'm just not as skilled as others."

"You say that, but do you really mean it?" The Northern Dynasty spy pointed to his head. "Even if I know it's true, I still feel unwilling to accept it... I've seen many people like you, Song Qingtang, so I came to you and gave you a chance."

Song Qingtang sneered: "I can't trust you, a bunch of crazy people who are willing to lick blood on the tip of a knife."

"We are crazy, but do you know why we risk our lives? Because we can live well." The Northern Dynasty spy grinned and said, "To tell you the truth, your luck has come. The higher-ups don't intend for you to continue lurking in the Southern Dynasty as a spy, but to go to the Northern Dynasty."

"This is the new identity prepared for you by the higher-ups. You can see for yourself that it's much freer than being cooped up in the Juyi Pavilion of the Southern Dynasty as a building owner."

The spy casually threw three items over.

Song Qingtang looked down and immediately held his breath.

The first item was a boxing manual, which contained the Whale Killing Fist, one of the true meanings of the word "Ba"; the second item was a token with the word "Feng" engraved on it; the third item was a blank document from the Northern Dynasty's Ministry of War, with no name written on it!
There is no need to explain the value of these three items. The Whale Killing Fist is one of the Tyrant Fists, created by a Heavenly Master three hundred years ago. It is an irresistible temptation for true boxers. The second item is the elder token of the Beacon Tower. Although the Beacon Tower is only a second-rate force in the Northern Dynasty, it is one of the Fenglinhuoshan. The third item... as long as you fill in your name, it is equivalent to obtaining a letter of commission from the Northern Dynasty's Ministry of War.

Song Qingtang rolled his throat, his eyes dazzled, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid Song is not worth so much."

"It's naturally not worth it for you alone. With such a high price, what half of the sect can't be recruited?" The Northern Dynasty spy said calmly, "So this isn't free."

Song Qingtang realized that he had to submit a letter of allegiance, and this matter must be no small matter. After doing it, there would be no way back and he could only go to the Northern Dynasty.

But he thought he could give it a try.

Anyway, I have nothing now.

I know so much. If I reject him, will he let me go?

It seems like there are choices, but in fact there are no choices.

"What do you want me to do?"

He said in a low voice, "Don't even think about assassinating an imperial official... The high-ranking officials are always accompanied by experts, and Jiankang is full of hidden talents. If I were to take action, there would be no way I would leave the city alive."

"Even if we need to do this, it's not your turn. We have plenty of assassins, and there's no need to waste even half a clan on this kind of thing. Besides... the court of the Southern Dynasty isn't necessarily any better than the Northern Dynasty." The spy sneered, "We at Ye Bushou won't do such a losing business."

No collection at night!
Song Qingtang felt a chill in his heart. He had thought that this Northern Dynasty spy was just a spy, but he didn't expect it to be Ye Bushu.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards of the Southern Dynasty and the Night Guards of the Northern Dynasty.

Neither of them is a pure intelligence organization. After all, a spy who is too famous is a failure. The reason why Ye Bushu is so famous is that it was founded by Cheng Huang Tai Shi of the Northern Dynasty, and the person who takes over it now is Ye Qinghou, the prime minister of the Northern Dynasty.

Tai Shi Cheng Huang is one of the top ten people in the world; Ye Qinghou is among the top three on the earth list.

With these two world-famous top masters around, it would be hard for Ye Bushou not to become famous.

Song Qingtang realized that he was indeed lucky, and his eyes became more eager. After all, Ye Bushou had always had a good reputation in the martial arts world. If he could jump from Juyi Pavilion to Ye Bushou's big ship, it would be an opportunity for him to change his life.

The spy who was not in charge of the night said slowly, "We need you to cooperate with us and capture someone. Remember, we need to capture him alive."

"Who? Where?" Song Qingtang asked again: "When?"

"Don't worry, you've already seen that person, and he's not in Jiankang." Ye Bushou glanced at the sky: "The time is tonight at midnight."

……

Jiang family.

Leng Wuqing was already a little drunk at this time, or maybe he was pretending to be drunk to get the point across.

"Speaking of which, what is your relationship with Lin?"

"It doesn't matter."

"If it wasn't a big deal, the three shopkeepers wouldn't be so polite. Even the Minister of Works came over... I saw clearly that they were polite to Ning Jianshuang, but respectful to you." Leng Wuqing narrowed his eyes slightly: "Could it be that you are the future son-in-law of the Lin family?"

Bai Xuan asked back: "Do you think I'm worthy of you?"

Leng Wuqing looked at Bai Xuan seriously and stroked his chin: "Your appearance can be described as majestic..."

Don't know why.

When Bai Xuan came to the world of true cultivation, no matter what his original body looked like, its appearance would gradually become closer to his own. Although it would not be 100% similar, it would become more and more similar.

Because of this, he was nearly recognized several times by older acquaintances.

The original appearance of this body can only be described as heroic, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, which is impressive at first glance.

To be honest, his looks are far inferior to the modern Bai Xuan's, which is enhanced by his parents' DNA.

This is also natural. As a waiter, he is exposed to the wind and sun and does not pay attention to maintenance. His nutritional intake is not as good as that of modern people. Naturally, he is inferior in all aspects.

But these shortcomings were quickly improved after Bai Xuan took over the account. His originally sallow skin became whiter, some of the scars left behind were naturally shed and repaired, and even his heroic facial features became softer.

He still had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, but his eyebrows were softer now. He still looked handsome, but without the captivating sharpness he had before.

In a nutshell, the whole person looks very comfortable and pleasing to the eye. You will unconsciously keep your eyes on him for a long time, and even find him more attractive the more you look at him.

"There are many good-looking people in the world." Bai Xuan said casually, "How could the Lin family be so superficial?"

"But what if you take into account your courage and swordsmanship?" Leng Wuqing took a sip of his wine and said, "Looking at you, do you know who I'm thinking of?"

Bai Xuan glanced at the famous detective calmly… I'm not surprised by who you think of. I've played countless cameo roles throughout history: Qinglian Monk, Marquis Guanjun, Prime Minister of the Qin Empire…

"Who?" he asked cooperatively, ready to be flattered.

Leng Wuqing suddenly spat out three words: "Long Yangjun."

"..."

Bai Xuan's expression froze and he suddenly turned around to look at her.

It's written all over her eyes - there's something wrong with you, there's something wrong with you, little sister, is there anything wrong with your brain?
"It's not meant in a derogatory way," Leng Wuqing said. "Although Longyang Jun is a favored minister and a rare handsome man, his swordsmanship and political talent are also outstanding."

"It's a pity that he's a gay, or to put it bluntly, a mistress."

"This is not a problem." Leng Wuqing deliberately reminded: "Young Master Bai, have you forgotten? The current majesty is a woman, and Nanchu has no queen yet... I mean the emperor." "Lord Leng, this topic is a bit jumpy." Bai Xuan pretended not to understand.

"I just think you have good conditions. You can give it a try. Who knows, His Majesty might like you."

"..."

Bai Xuan didn't really want to continue chatting.

I've been reincarnated for hundreds of lives, been a koi in a pond, a royal cat in a palace, a water monkey in rivers, and learned to soar like an eagle in the sky. The only thing missing is the achievement of being a maggot in the sea of ​​dung... I've experienced both human and non-human life, and it's not like I haven't started out as a eunuch, but I've definitely never been a lover's concubine.

There are some bottom lines that cannot be crossed.

Once you get used to lying down and enjoying being taken turns...serving you, then this book must be put on the first moderator's shelf.

Leng Wuqing laughed as if his prank had succeeded: "As expected, he is still a young man, and his face is very thin. He obviously keeps lovers, concubines, and even has an indecent harem. Whether in reality or in history, it is not uncommon."

"Just two hundred years ago, the Northern Qi Dynasty had a bunch of weird emperors, and that crazy family surnamed Gao. Do you want me to recount their history for you?"

Even among the rich and powerful, those well-dressed ministers, rumors were bound to circulate. The Neo-Confucian master in Xuzhou, now over eighty, had recently taken an eighteen-year-old concubine. Someone mocked him in a poem: 'Eighteen-year-old bride, eighty-year-old groom, white hair against red makeup, sleeping together under a mandarin duck quilt, a pear blossom overshadowing a crabapple.'

Listening to Leng Wuqing's endless teasing.

Bai Xuan interrupted: "What does this have to do with me?"

"I want to tell you that selling one's body is not uncommon." Leng Wuqing held up his chin: "If you enter the palace, maybe all your troubles will be gone."

"A man born between heaven and earth, how can he live in depression for a long time among men!"

"If you don't want to be under someone else's command, are you planning to rebel?"

"I mean, I don't like being down there."

"Oh, so that's what you're talking about. Then you can go up and move yourself."

"..."

Bai Xuan now really wanted to take out a purple mood and put it in her hand, letting her play with it.

"I'm just kidding. Don't be so serious. If I really send you to the palace, I'm afraid Jian Shuang will turn against me." Leng Wuqing laughed playfully, then sighed softly: "There is no freedom in the Forbidden City. Anyone who enters is like a bird in a cage."

Bai Xuan had a blank expression on his face: "I haven't said anything yet, but you're already feeling sentimental."

"That's called walking in someone else's path, leaving them with nowhere to go." Leng Wuqing said, "I've always liked Bai Taiyue's words. How domineering."

…Damn it, what I said made so much sense, I couldn’t refute it.

Bai Xuan felt like his whole body was full of boomerangs.

At this time, Green Radish brought a midnight snack, and white mist floated in the cold night.

"Master, have some hot pot to replenish your energy."

There was a steaming pot on the table, bubbling.

Don’t say that this is impossible in this era... Thanks to someone’s active development of food culture, the food culture of this era has made rapid progress.

Bai Xuan picked up a piece of mushroom and put it in his mouth, then asked casually, "How did you and Miss Ning meet?"

"I went shopping the other day and underestimated the wickedness of human nature. I almost lost all the offerings I had just received and ended up buying a bunch of useless goods." Leng Wuqing also picked up a piece of mushroom and narrowed his eyes slightly: "That was Ning Jianshuang, whom I still know."

"Oh? Did she help you out and return the goods?"

"No...it's the products she tricked me into buying."

Leng Wuqing chuckled twice, "A dignified Ningguo princess actually set up such a trap. The most shameful thing is that after I found her, she not only refused to apologize but also confidently called me stupid."

"The worst part was, she was only fifteen at the time. She said she'd bought a lot of useless merchandise from Juyi Pavilion and needed to find someone to sell it to. She was worried about it on the street when she saw me. She immediately thought I was the perfect victim, because her expression was filled with clear stupidity..."

Bai Xuan: "Puff..."

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm not laughing. I was choked. I've received professional training. No matter how funny it is, I will never laugh." Bai Xuan coughed and said, "Please continue."

"What else is there to say?" Leng Wuqing snorted coldly, "In order to get her to return the goods to me, I had to go to her again and again. After a while, we became acquaintances, even friends."

Bai Xuan asked curiously, "So you returned those goods?"

"I sold it to another sucker." Leng Wuqing spread his hands and said, "I even earned some hard work fee."

"I didn't expect Miss Ning to be so naughty at times." Bai Xuan took a sip of the mushroom soup. "But her vision is still very accurate."

Leng Wuqing was about to speak.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of tables and chairs being overturned.

A Jiang family doorman stood up shakily, squatted on the ground, grabbed some grass and stuffed it into his mouth: "Ah, miamiamia, so good, so good, oh, this is delicious!"

A middle-aged man next to him also stood up, shaking his hips: "Hey, why are you dancing? Hey, why am I dancing too? Everyone, dance together. It's so cold. I'm playing in the mud in Northeast China..."

A young man jumped forward and lay on the ground like a frog, sneering at the ants on the ground: "I've always wanted to see you look so embarrassed!"

At the same time, two people ran out of the mourning hall. The first one shouted, "Don't stop me, I want to eat shit! I want to eat shit!"

The second person pushed the first person to the ground and covered his mouth with his hands: "If you eat shit, what should I eat?"

The scene suddenly became extremely chaotic, like a riot of demons.

"???"

Leng Wuqing didn't understand what was happening.

He turned around and looked at Bai Xuan with a puzzled look - why did these people suddenly go crazy? Who cast a spell on them?

Bai Xuan shook his head, then looked at the bubbling hot pot and the mushrooms floating inside.

He had a bad feeling.

"Where does this mushroom come from? Could it be from southern Xinjiang?"

Luoluo took a sip of the soup and smacked her lips, her big eyes full of confusion and innocence.

"There's no poison in this soup. I've tried it."

The little maidservant's poison skills were not practiced in vain. She would prepare some poisonous food for herself as a snack every day, and it was her habit to test the poison before eating.

Bai Xuan nodded secretly.

Indeed, I ate quite a bit, but there was nothing unusual about it.

The vision is normal, there are no dancing colorful figures and no dizziness.

The way to the hospital... well, I remember it very well.

He said, "It's not a mushroom pot."

"It's smoke..."

Leng Wuqing smelled a strange odor in the air, but he hadn't noticed it at first because he had been eating hot pot before.

"Yes... there's poison in the fog!"

(End of this chapter)