Chapter 243 Test

Yuan Ming didn't care about the departure of the Eighth Prince's son. He was just going through the motions and was about to find a place to sit down, but someone surrounded him first.

"Haha, Brother Yuan, I haven't seen you for a few years. I hope you are doing well." A thin man in white bowed.

Yuan Ming recognized him as Cheng Cheng, the son of the Minister of Rites, and immediately returned the greeting: "Thank you, Brother Cheng, for your concern. I am doing well."

A fat man on the side said impatiently: "I hate you scholars the most. You are always talking nonsense. Brother Yuan finally came back from Southern Xinjiang. He must have experienced many life-threatening situations. Why are you still asking these nonsense?"

This is Gong Jie, the son of the commander of the imperial guards. Yuan smiled when he heard this: "Brother Gong, I am also a scholar."

"Speaking of this, I have finished reading Brother Yuan's new book "Mr. Sheng's Journey to the South". It is really wonderful! Are the stories about Southern Xinjiang in it made up by you, or did you really experience them?" Gong Jie looked at Yuan Ming with some expectation and asked.

"Well, let your imagination run wild." Yuan Ming winked at Fatty Gong and smiled mysteriously.

Gong Jie was not satisfied with his answer, and urged him to talk about his experience in southern Xinjiang, and Cheng Cheng also began to join in.

At this time, several children of important officials gathered around and asked questions.

Yuan Ming could not refuse, so he simply concealed his identity as a monk and told the half-truth about the Wusang incident, which caused everyone to exclaim.

"I remember, there is a similar story in "Mr. Sheng's Journey to the South"!" shouted someone with a good memory.

Now, everyone thought that "Mr. Sheng's Journey to the South" was Yuan Ming's real experience, and one by one they put forward their own understanding and questions about the story, pestering Yuan Ming to answer.

Yuan Ming dealt with them for a long time, and he was so dry that everyone was satisfied.

Suddenly, someone asked out of the blue: "Why didn't Lin Junsheng come today?"

"He has climbed up the ladder and entered Changchun Temple. He looks down on us brothers who have no talent. Why would he come?" Gong Jie sneered.

"And I heard that Brother Yuan has been back from Southern Xinjiang for a month, and he has not visited once. Brother Yuan used to treat him as a close friend. I think he is a villain!" Cheng Cheng also echoed.

As soon as this was said, everyone was indignant and accused Lin Junsheng of being unrighteous.

But what was unexpected was that Yuan Ming coughed twice and said: "You all misunderstood. In fact, I understand Brother Lin. After all, the path of cultivation is as difficult as ascending to heaven. He is originally as lacking in talent as me. Now that he has the opportunity, he must cherish it and work hard to realize his vision."

Hearing this, everyone praised Yuan Ming for his magnanimity and pursued him more enthusiastically.

At this moment, in front of the stairs, a tall and beautiful woman in white, surrounded by maids, came slowly. As soon as she looked up, she happened to meet Yuan Ming's eyes.

The woman smiled at Yuan Ming, walked aside, and did not come around.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming apologized to everyone around him, walked to the woman, bowed and smiled, "Sister Loulan, I didn't expect you to come here, and you didn't come to my house to see me."

"Your family is busy now, I can't afford it. You have been traveling all the way for more than three years, but there is no letter from you?" The woman in white said indifferently.

Yuan Ming smiled bitterly: "Sister Loulan, you misunderstood me. I do have something to hide."

"Forget it, forget it. I'm famous again this time. Several of my good girlfriends are pestering me, asking me to ask you for a few calligraphy works to relieve the pain of lovesickness. There is also a brave one who wrote a letter to me and asked me to pass it on. Do you need me to show it to you?" The woman in white, Loulan, teased.

Yuan Ming smiled gloomily and said, "Forget about the letter. I'm worried that after reading it, I'll be attached to something and I won't be free."

Loulan said angrily, "You've really changed since you went to Southern Xinjiang."

Yuan Ming chuckled and whispered, "To be honest, when are you and Tianming going to get married? Get married quickly. The higher your cultivation, the harder it will be to have children in the future."

Loulan blushed and said, "Bah! Tianming and I thought it wouldn't be too late to get married after you came back from Southern Xinjiang, but who would have thought that you would disappear in Southern Xinjiang, and he suddenly became an immortal and even neglected the government affairs. I rarely see him, and I'm afraid he has changed his mind."

Yuan Ming was silent, and didn't know how to comfort Loulan for a while.

At this moment, Loulan suddenly laughed: "I'm just cultivating immortality, not becoming a eunuch. If the mountain doesn't belong to me, I'll go to the mountain. I've already thought about it. If he joins Changchun Temple, I'll join Changchun Temple too. Then I'll block him in the sect and see if he dares not to marry me!"

As she said that, Loulan stared at Yuan Ming: "Don't tip him off. I'm already at the sixth level of Qi Refining. If you let it slip, humph."

"I'm not going to Changchun Temple." Yuan Ming shook his head quickly.

"Don't be angry anymore. You're still brooding over the past. Don't worry. After entering the sect, if someone dares to mock you for your lack of talent, I'll definitely teach him a lesson for you!" Loulan said viciously.

Yuan Ming was moved and could only vaguely say: "Thank you, Sister Loulan."

Loulan snorted proudly and asked again: "You are also a cultivator now. What level of Qi Refining are you at?"

"Just entered the late stage of Qi Refining." Yuan Ming said so.

"How did you cultivate it in three years? Impossible! You were just an ordinary person with ordinary spiritual roots when you left Beijing!" Loulan said.

"I got the Changchun Temple technique three years ago. There are many adventures in southern Xinjiang." Yuan Ming said.

"You are lying. How can you have the Changchun Temple technique? You didn't practice it until dawn when you left. You are full of nonsense. Go away." Loulan said.

When the maid accompanying her saw Lou Lan suddenly getting up to leave, she asked, "Ah, why did the lady leave right after she arrived?"

Loulan turned around and feigned anger: "I don't want to be with a liar."

Yuan Ming hurriedly stepped forward to apologize and explain. He told many interesting stories about southern Xinjiang to arouse Loulan's curiosity about his cultivation.

Reunited after a long absence, the two chatted for a long time until the prince returned.

Lou Lan was not very interested in the literary society. He came here mainly to meet Yuan Ming. After all, he had reached the age of marriage and it was not convenient to visit Yuan Ming alone on weekdays. When he saw this, he took the initiative to resign and left Dingyang. building.

…

Late at night.

Yuan Ming walked out of Dingyang Tower surrounded by everyone, his cheeks were a little red, it was obvious that he had drunk a lot of wine.

Outside the door, Wang Shun, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward. The guards helped Yuan Ming onto the carriage and drove towards the General's Mansion.

The carriage had not gone far. In the carriage, Yuan Ming suddenly said, slightly drunkenly: "Let's go to Lin Junsheng's house first."

"Master, it's already so late, you'd better go back and rest early." Wang Shun advised.

"Hey, immediately, immediately!" Yuan Ming showed the power of the young master of the Yuan Mansion.

Helpless, the guards could only escort Yuan Ming to Lin Mansion.

Yuan Ming got off the carriage and walked unsteadily to the door of Lin Mansion. A guard knocked hard on the door.

Soon, the door opened, and a concierge stuck his head out impatiently: "Who is it this late at night? Oh, Mr. Yuan, why are you here?"

Yuan Ming did not answer: "Let Lin Junsheng come out and see me!"

"This... villain, go and report it now." The concierge was startled, and then retreated.

Soon, he poked his head out again: "Mr. Yuan, I'm very sorry. My young master is practicing in seclusion recently, and it's not convenient to see guests."

"Let him come out to see me! Immediately!" Yuan Ming said angrily.

"Master Yuan, please don't embarrass me." The concierge said with a bitter look on his face.

Yuan Ming said: "Okay, please tell Lin Junsheng that I will wait for him here for half a quarter of an hour. If he doesn't come, don't regret it in the future!"

The concierge had no choice but to send the message again, but this time, he did not come back.

Half an hour later, Yuan Ming sneered and turned back to the carriage without saying a word.

"Go home."

Wang Shun didn't know what happened, so he could only drive the carriage back to the general's mansion in confusion.

Shortly after Yuan Ming left, another carriage stopped at the door of Lin Mansion. A man in black wearing a bamboo hat got down from the carriage and knocked on the door of Lin Mansion.

After waiting for a while, no one responded, so he was not annoyed and continued to knock on the door. Soon, the concierge poked his head out again.

The man in black said nothing, but took out a token and showed it to the concierge.

The concierge recognized that this was Lin Junsheng's personal token and quickly opened the door and let the mysterious man in.

Under his leadership, the man in black quickly arrived in front of Lin Junsheng's retreat room. Before he could step forward, the door suddenly opened.

The man in black walked quickly into the house, took off his hat and put it aside, and said directly: "I saw Yuan Ming coming to find you."

Under the candlelight, his face was extremely clear, and he was clearly the son of the Eighth Prince.

"I know, but what exactly does he want to do?" Lin Junsheng nodded.

The Eighth Prince said: "Perhaps he is still thinking about your old relationship. At tonight's literary meeting, I specially asked someone to test him, but he defended you."

Lin Junsheng was silent, his expression changing inexplicably under the candlelight.

"You don't think he can really forgive you, do you?" The prince sneered.

"Of course I will not be so naive, but His Majesty and he are brothers and sisters. Now that he has returned, will His Majesty make a move against me?" Lin Junsheng shook his head.

The prince said: "Don't worry, you are now a disciple of Changchun Temple, and he has no evidence. Yuan Ming can survive because of your mistake. Your father has fulfilled your request, and the imperial master has made an exception to accept you as his disciple. You also Entering Changchun Temple, but protecting you for a while will not protect you for the rest of your life, Yuan Ming has to deal with it yourself. "

"I know it well." Lin Junsheng nodded, but the hand hidden behind his back was squeezed tightly.

The prince didn't care what he was thinking and put on the bamboo hat again: "You can continue to retreat. Everything is based on the succession of the father. I'm leaving."

Lin Junsheng was silent and did not get up to see the prince off.

Soon, the prince boarded the carriage again and sped away.

However, after he left, in a dark alley next to the Lin Mansion, a black soul crow flew down from the air and delivered the blue orb in its mouth to Yuan Ming's hand.

There was no trace of alcohol on Yuan Ming's face at this moment, he was playing with the orb in his hand and his eyes were dark.

"He is indeed Kenpachio...hehe."