I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

Yangzhou was extremely prosperous during the Sui and Tang dynasties.

It was not only the leading transportation hub of the Sui Dynasty, but also a famous fireworks resort since ancient times.

Yang Guang also had a special liking for this place. He ordered the construction of the canal, dragon boats and tower ships, and the renovation of palaces, gardens, and villas.

He led a fleet of more than 100,000 people to play and have fun several times.

Under the leadership of the emperor, all wealthy businessmen, self-proclaimed romantic celebrities, and sword-fighting knights flocked to this place.

It seems that if you don't come here to have fun, your whole level will be stuck here, and you can only live a relatively failed life.

***

In a tavern in Yangzhou

"Come to think of it, I feel something is not right today? There are few vendors along the street."

"Don't you know? A large number of soldiers came early this morning and surrounded this place tightly."

"Isn't it? The inspection at the border is much stricter. There is a long queue when entering and leaving the city. It's useless to give money in an emergency."

"What's going on?"

A rich young man was unhappy and said angrily: "Could it be that the official thinks that the filial piety money from everyone has been too little in the past few months, and he wants to find a reason to make a fortune?"

Although he has no ability and is only responsible for spending money.

But his father wants to do business to make money.

If the money he earned was given to the official...

Then he would have less money to spend on the family.

It would also affect the quality of life.

"That's not quite right. It was our Yangzhou's General Manager Yuchi who specifically ordered the martial law. How could they care about this little money?"

General Manager was a special official position in the Sui Dynasty. He could be in charge of the military and political affairs of one or several states, and even had the power to appoint and dismiss officials in the state and county within the jurisdiction.

They were basically high-ranking officials of the second and third ranks, and could be considered powerful.

"General Manager Yuchi? He really doesn't care about this little money."

The rich young man was obviously scared and whispered: "Then why did he seal the city? His house was robbed, and he was afraid that the thief would slip out of the city?"

"Thief? General Manager Yuchi still cares about a little thief?"

"It's hard to say. Such a high-ranking official must have some things that are not convenient for people to see. Maybe..."

"It seems to make sense..."

The dandies present were obviously conspiracy theory enthusiasts, and they immediately gathered together to chat happily.

"It's so noisy. I can't even drink after hearing your stupid talk so early in the morning."

"Can you use your butts to think about it? If you really lost something shameful, would you deploy people so blatantly?"

At this moment, a man with a scar on his face and full of gangster spirit put down the wine bowl in his hand and cursed: "If you can't figure it out, go back and ask your parents!"

Although the scarred man's voice was not very loud, it carried a sense of heroic and domineering.

Just hearing the voice, people can't help but feel afraid.

In an instant, the whole lobby became quiet.

A few young men were so scared that their legs went weak and their bodies trembled.

"This brother is quite heroic, and he is definitely not an ordinary person."

Lin Xuan smiled faintly and arched his hands to the scarred man: "I am Lin Xuan, may I know your name?"

He passed by here and asked the waiter about the location of Shilong Martial Arts Hall, and was about to leave.

Hearing the big man speak, he casually greeted him.

"Mr. Lin has an extraordinary demeanor and is not an ordinary scholar."

The scarred man was stunned. Looking at Lin Xuan's indifferent appearance, he was a little confused about the other party's background.

After hesitating for a while, the scarred man poured another half bowl of wine and drank it all: "My name is Cheng Yaojin, you can just call me Old Cheng."

He is now the leader of the Wagang Army.

Although he is not very famous, he is also a rebel recorded in the court.

If his identity is really exposed and attracts officers and soldiers, he can only fight his way out.

Even if he is extraordinary in martial arts, there are still some troubles.

If he is not careful, he may also overturn.

However, he has always been heroic and brave, and since others asked, he answered truthfully.

"It turned out to be Brother Cheng."

Lin Xuan's heart moved slightly, and he smiled: "According to what Brother Cheng said, could it be that an important person came to Yangzhou in person?"

In history, Cheng Yaojin was the Duke of Lu in the Tang Dynasty, one of the twenty-four heroes in Lingyan Pavilion, and was considered a wise general who knew how to adapt to the situation.

But no one knows who he offended.

In the novels and novels, his character is made bold and reckless.

This treatment is somewhat similar to Zhang Fei...

Lin Xuan suspected that it was mostly caused by the name.

The name "Yaojin" feels a little less impressive than "Xuanling, Ruhui" and the like.

"These idiots have no knowledge and know nothing."

"We are used to the rivers and lakes, so we can see that there are many bastards wearing imperial guard uniforms among the officers and soldiers. These are the imperial guards from the capital."

Cheng Yaojin waved his hand: "I don't know if there are thieves in the general manager's mansion, but even if the thieves killed the general manager's mother, the imperial guards would not be dispatched."

"Imperial guards?"

Everyone in the hall changed color and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, are you coming to Yangzhou again?"

When Yang Guang visited Jiangdu, he led more than 100,000 people including kings, officials, concubines, and palace maids, and the fleet stretched for dozens of miles.

Every county he passed through had to prepare various gifts and rare ingredients within 500 miles.

He also held folk talent shows from time to time, and took away beautiful girls directly when he saw them.

That's all. Sometimes Yang Guang would suddenly have a whim and ask local wealthy households to find some exotic trees, plants, rare birds and animals for him to enjoy.

Anyone who encounters such an errand will be frightened and beg his father to sue his grandma.

This is a bad thing, and it will destroy the family.

"This shouldn't be the case. If the Dog Emperor comes, there will be much more noise than this."

"It should be the dog officials from the capital who come to do something, so they let these imperial guards arrive first to enforce martial law."

Cheng Yaojin grinned: "Li Clan and Song Clan are not in the capital. After that old dog Yang Su dies, only those bastards in Yuwen Clan and Dugu Clan should have such a pomp."

After speaking, Cheng Yaojin threw away the wine bowl, threw in a piece of broken silver, picked up the steel knife placed aside, turned around and left.

What he just said was disrespectful to the imperial court.

If someone really reports him, the officers and soldiers will definitely come over to perform their duties.

To be on the safe side, it's better to run away as soon as you finish talking.

"..."

Seeing Cheng Yaojin leaving, everyone looked at each other.

After hesitating for a moment, everyone stood up and fled out of the inn in a panic.

After all, if the government knew what was going on here.

Maybe, I have to investigate why I didn't capture the bandit who insulted the emperor.

Although nothing will happen, a sum of money is still inevitable.

What a disaster!

"The folk customs are really simple..."

Lin Xuan looked at the empty restaurant, his figure flashed and left.

It sounds pretty good, at least the start is normal and there are no unexpected developments.

Just cut off "Secret of Immortality" and leave Shuanglong with no way out...

***

As we all know, the last years of any dynasty are extremely bad times.

The world is unrest, thieves are everywhere, wars are going on, and everyone is in danger!

But precisely because the situation was precarious and everyone felt a sense of crisis, the martial arts school ushered in a golden period.

In order to have the ability to protect themselves, more and more ordinary people spend their hard-earned wealth and start practicing martial arts.

As the number one master in Yangzhou, the Shilong Martial Arts Center under the name of "Tui Shanshou" Shi Long has naturally become the leader of the martial arts circle in Yangzhou City.

There are hundreds of disciples who come in and out every day to practice martial arts.

When practicing boxing, just the shout of "hehe" would shake the ground.

Occasionally, a few stray cats and dogs would pass by, and they would be so frightened that they would tuck their tails and run away in a hurry.

"Practicing martial arts is not like singing. What's the use of shouting louder?"

"Kung Fu is a killing technique, not used to scare people."

"With twenty years of skill, can you block my punch?"

In the inner courtyard of Shilong Martial Arts Center, Shi Long, the somewhat uneasy owner, had just walked out of the quiet room when he heard the serious lectures given by several of his direct disciples in the dojo in the front courtyard.

"Let them have a better attitude. They are here to learn skills, not to be scolded."

Shi Long sighed: "It's okay if you can learn something, but they are all scolded in vain..."

He is good at Taoism by nature, he has learned Taoist orthodox mystical skills, and his qualifications are quite good, and he can be regarded as a first-rate master.

Of course, I look down on this kind of training method of "if you can't make a sound with your fists, you can only make a sound by shouting".

However, most martial arts disciples will never be able to practice to the point of entering a martial arts hall after a lifetime of training.

This is also normal.

If he were a truly gifted martial arts prodigy, all the sects and clans would be vying for him...

Who would go to a martial arts gym to practice?

After thinking about this...

Shilong also began to show off.

In the past ten years, although Shi Long still appeared in the martial arts field, he only led a few true disciples.

All routine business is left to the disciples.

However, because of his reputation, his name is displayed in the martial arts field...

People from far and near come here in an endless stream.

"Master, why did you come out? Did you realize something?"

Seeing Shi Long's unkind expression, Feng Shan, a close disciple who was standing by, quickly picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Shi Long.

He still had some talent, and it took him a few years to learn a few things about Shilong.

Although it is superficial, it can still be regarded as real skill.

Compared with the group of screaming brothers outside, it is much better.

"That book is profound and profound. Let alone comprehending it, even understanding one page is extremely difficult."

Shi Long took the tea, rinsed his mouth, spit it on the ground, and sighed: "The ancients once said, 'If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.' But people in the world often spend their entire lives without being able to hear the Tao..."

What troubled Shi Long was naturally the Taoist secret book "The Secret of Immortality".

According to oral tradition through the ages, this book comes from Guangchengzi, the teacher of the Yellow Emperor in ancient times.

The whole book is written in oracle bone inscriptions and is profound and difficult to understand.

Although there are many sages who have read this book in the past, there are many intelligent people, but no one has ever been able to understand it and decipher the whole book.

Although the book is densely packed with comments from people who have read this book.

However, these annotations are also extremely hellish and more frightening than the original text.

After all, the original Oracle text of "The Secret of Immortality" is just incomprehensible.

When Shilong practiced these notes casually, his energy and blood immediately surged, and he felt that he would go crazy at any time...

Of course, considering that no one has ever mastered this book throughout the ages.

Shi Long felt that practicing according to the notes was not a good idea.

"Master is so talented that he can defeat all the unbeatable opponents in Yangzhou, isn't it possible?"

Feng Shan was startled and hesitated: "Is it because the time is too short? Master, you can't figure it out for a while?"

"I have been studying this book day and night for three years."

"But I still get nothing."

Shi Long smiled bitterly and said, "I think, let alone three years, even if I am given another three hundred years, I still can't figure it out."

Once he entered into a state of meditation today, he couldn't help but feel frightened.

Not to mention concentrating on comprehending the "Eternal Life Secret", he couldn't even complete the normal sitting meditation.

Since he couldn't practice anymore, he might as well just chat with his apprentice.

"Ah?"

Feng Shan was shocked: "Could it be that this book is written randomly and cannot be practiced at all?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I am sure that this book is profound and deep as the sea."

"Otherwise, the wise men of all ages would not spend a lot of time to comprehend, and would be overjoyed with a little understanding."

"It's a pity that my teacher's talent is mediocre, so I have nothing to gain."

"Alas, I always say that your group of nominal brothers are not talented enough..."

Shi Long sighed: "In fact, in the eyes of real masters, I am also worse than shit."

"Hahaha, Brother Shi's words are a bit self-deprecating."

A loud laugh sounded, and a man in gorgeous robes pushed open the courtyard door and strode in: "In my eyes, Brother Shi is just like shit."

The man was about thirty years old, tall and thin, with a cold expression.

A pair of eyes was even more unfathomable, giving people a cold and ruthless feeling.

Behind the man, countless imperial guards poured into the martial arts field gate like a tide.