Chapter 475 The World Is Noisy, but I Am Still

Meng Qi was in a trance for a while, then smiled bitterly, shook his head, and returned to his normal state. Since he might have to face it, there was no need to be sad and deliberately avoid it. This was not the mentality of a strong man.

He retracted his thoughts and walked to the central light column. Because he didn't know what the task was and there were no companions around, it was difficult to buy secret treasures in a targeted manner, so he only spent 500 good deeds to replenish a Da Huan Dan, leaving 110.

After sitting quietly for a while, the mist rose, and Meng Qi disappeared in the Samsara Square.

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The scorching heat in July, the autumn wind is blowing, the day still retains the scorching heat, and the night is much cooler.

As the capital of the Jin Dynasty, the most famous city in the world, Shendu is divided into five layers, the inner and outer layers. The core is the palace city, followed by the imperial city, and then the inner city, the outer city, and the houses built along the banks of the canal outside the city. If you look down from a high place, they are lined up one after another, and the various districts and cities are interlaced according to some indescribable rules, one circle after another, and finally converge in the imperial city.

Such a magnificent city naturally has enough people to match it. Even if it is not a market day, the streets are crowded with people, and there are always people resting under the trees to escape the heat.

Compared with the cities in Jiangdong, the clothes of the people in Shendu are not obviously better, and there are still people in tatters, but the spirit is better than that of Jiangdong. It lacks a bit of literary atmosphere, but has more pride in being the capital of the emperor.

The Prince of Wei's mansion is located in Duozi Lane near the imperial city. There are few cars and horses coming and going, which is not as lively as other princes' places. There are many sycamore trees planted in the lane, and the road is shaded by trees, which is quite quiet.

"Prince, where are we going?" The eunuch Hu Dou, who has very light eyebrows, lowered his shrill voice and asked the master in front of him, Prince of Wei Zhao Heng, who was dressed like ordinary people.

Since receiving a strange note in the afternoon, his master seemed uneasy, and then avoided everyone and took him away secretly.

Although Zhao Heng was wearing a green hat, he was still high-spirited. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked directly at the bright sunshine: "You will know when you wait."

The tone was steady and majestic. Hu Dou immediately kept silent and shouldn't ask more questions.

Although his prince was approachable and unrestrained in his daily life, when he really lowered his face, he could still let people know what a son of a dragon and a grandson of a phoenix is, and what a natural majesty is.

This is the imperial mansion... Hu Dou thought endlessly.

After leaving Duozi Lane, the two walked forward in silence until they reached the edge of the inner city, where the good and bad people were mixed.

Hu Dou lowered his eyebrows and eyes, no longer in his usual high tone, and ordered the waiter to prepare a wine table and wait for the prince to sit down.

"Prince, are we waiting for someone here?" He asked for a clean towel and wiped the table by himself, looking disgusted with the previous greasy look.

Zhao Heng did not speak, looking around, only to see all kinds of people, and there was a mess everywhere.

"The latest issue of the list is here!" Suddenly there was a noise outside.

A scholar walked to the corner of the stairs on the second floor like a star, under the gaze of everyone, and then opened the white paper in his hand and prepared to post it on it.

"This bunch of local leopards, what they should know about the change of the list of people has long known..." Hu Dou looked around with contempt.

People nearby had already started talking about it. Someone holding a folding fan shook his head and asked his friend: "How long do you think the Wolf King's madness will last?"

Using the word "you" to acquaintances or friends is a feature of the capital, which makes people seem particularly polite and courteous.

"The knowledgeable people in the capital all think that the Wolf King is about to break through. I'm afraid he will be promoted if he kills another half-step." The man with the long sword on the table said confidently.

This feeling of "controlling all the heroes in the world" without leaving the capital made him feel intoxicated.

Hu Dou raised the corner of his mouth, as if smiling.

With a swish, the white paper fell down, and the black words appeared in front of people.

"Hey, the first place is really not the Wolf King!" The man holding the folding fan shouted.

The man with the long sword in front of him nodded reservedly, and also cast his eyes on the white paper, only to see that the first place on the list was the mad knife Su Meng.

He glanced down, and his eyes suddenly froze.

The introduction of the Mad Blade Su Meng was not much different from the previous one, except that the battle record column was much shorter, with only a short line of words:

"Killed the Wolf King in Bayan, Grassland."

Killed the Wolf King in Bayan, Grassland... Killed the Wolf King... He repeated it in a dreamlike manner, not daring to believe what he saw.

The restaurant was filled with gasps of cold air, and the silence was even more frozen.

"This, this is impossible?"

"The arrogant Wolf King was killed alive?"

"Is the Mad Blade so powerful?"

At this moment, there was no need for extra battle records to illustrate how powerful the Mad Blade was. This alone could make the world look at him sideways!

"You are surprised by what you have seen." Hu Dou cursed in a very satisfied voice, completely forgetting his astonishment when he first heard it.

A moment later, the restaurant was like a volcano erupting, boiling at once, with discussions and exclamations everywhere.

The scholar holding the folding fan and his companion looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "You are right, the Wolf King was indeed removed from the list, but he was not broken through, but was killed."

"Who would have thought that Kuang Dao is so powerful? He is no less powerful than the Tianwai Divine Sword!" The man with the long sword in front of him smiled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject, "Fan Changmiao must be so depressed that he can't sleep, haha."

"Why is Fan Changmiao depressed?" The scholar holding the folding fan asked puzzledly, "Does he have an old grudge with Kuang Dao? No, he was born and raised in the capital of gods, and he has never traveled outside Zhongzhou. It is impossible for him to have an old grudge with Kuang Dao..."

The man with the long sword in front of him kept it a secret and said, "Think about his identity?"

"This year's martial arts champion, the head of the Six Gates Silver Seal, what's the problem with this?" The scholar became more and more confused.

"Haha, you don't know, Fan Changmiao is very cunning, he has been forbearing for many years, and suddenly broke out. Last year, he became the martial arts champion, the only young master who won the title of champion without being on the list. Now he is in high spirits and wants to enter the top ten." The man stroked the hilt of the sword and talked freely.

"This is something to be proud of and show off, and Fan Changmiao has now risen to the 15th place on the list." The scholar frowned.

What does this have to do with Kuang Dao?

"Originally it was something to be proud of and show off. Even if some people questioned that the level of the martial arts exam was too low and Fan Changmiao was not worthy of the name, with the current ranking on the list, Fan Changmiao doesn't have to take it to heart." The man who stroked the hilt of the sword laughed, "But Kuang Dao was also a martial arts student in that subject, but he treated the title of champion as a piece of trash and didn't even come. Everyone said that it was only because of his withdrawal that Fan Changmiao won the final victory, otherwise he would be vulnerable..."

The scholar slapped the fan in his hand: "So that's it!"

"So the more Kuang Dao is, the more uncomfortable and depressed Fan Changmiao is. Who can stand the 'champion who got a bargain'?"

"That's right, but the Wolf King, such an arrogant master, was killed by Kuang Dao. I'm afraid he doesn't even have the courage to face it!" The man put down the sword in his hand, drank a cup in a big gulp, and looked very comfortable.

Hu Dou listened with great interest. It was the first time for him to know about this kind of "grudge".

Just then, a servant came in and handed Zhao Heng a note.

Zhao Heng took a look, clenched his hand, and the note turned into ashes. Then he stood up and walked towards the door of the store.

"Hey, Wang, wait for me." Zhao Heng took a few steps, and Hu Dou came back to his senses and hurriedly followed.

When he arrived outside the store, Zhao Heng turned around and came to a secluded alley.

"You wait here." Zhao Heng ordered in a deep voice.

Hu Dou whispered: "Your Majesty, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."

"You are not unaware of my current strength, and you are afraid that you can't wait for rescue?" Zhao Heng said seriously.

Hu Dou knew that the prince had made a secret breakthrough some time ago, so he took a breath and said, "Prince, be careful."

At the end of the alley, there was an abandoned house. A man in green shirts was holding a piece of grass and lazily leaning against the broken wall. The yard was overgrown with weeds. The sun shone through the trees, casting golden spots.

"All the major forces in the world were shocked by your killing of the Wolf King. Countless people are talking about you, praising you, and targeting you. Including the Six Gates, I don't know how many forces are looking for you. You are just basking in the sun and being lazy here." Zhao Heng was a little envious for no reason.

The man in green shirts was Meng Qi. He traveled day and night and arrived at the capital of gods in just one month and ten days.

He said leisurely, "What does this have to do with me? Even if the Six Gates have rewards, they have to know the specific content of the mission before deciding whether to reveal their identities. Well, they haven't come yet?"

"It is estimated that there will be some time, especially sister Yushu, who is not alone like you." Zhao Heng replied.

In other words, the mission still needs to wait.

Meng Qi squinted at the sky and suddenly asked, "Have you made a breakthrough?"

Zhao Heng sighed, "I am not as ambitious as you and Miss Jiang. I don't want to reach the sky in one step. Let's just follow the steps."

"Everyone has his own path. Why do you need to do this? I may not be able to beat you now..." Meng Qi chuckled.

"My own path..." Zhao Heng was suddenly touched and said with emotion, "Xiao Meng, I really want to be like you, free and easy. The position of the crown prince, the struggle of the royal family, and the general situation of the world are too tiring and too heavy."

He felt that this time's mission in the capital of the gods might involve this, so he has been feeling quite stressed and unhappy for some time.

Meng Qi glanced at him: "Are you really willing to give up the wealth and glory, the position of a prince surrounded by beauties? You may become the crown prince in the future and ascend to the throne..."

Zhao Heng shook his head, lifted his skirt, and sat down next to Meng Qi without any image: "Only people outside will envy me. If there is a chance, I would rather swap with you. You become the prince, and I become an idler in the mountains and a hero in the rivers and lakes."

Meng Qi turned around and looked at Zhao Heng with round eyes, his eyes bright: "Really?"

"What?" Zhao Heng was stunned.

"Really swap, hahahaha, I have long wanted to be a prince, enjoy this life of power, fine clothes and food, and beauties!" Meng Qi laughed, his face serious, "I will do 80% of it, and I promise to become exactly like you, and no one can tell!"

Zhao Heng did not expect Meng Qi to take advantage of the situation, and he was confused and helpless, and subconsciously said: "I'm kidding."

"I knew you wouldn't give up these things." Meng Qi lay down again, leaning against the broken wall, feeling bored.

Zhao Heng was a little dazed, thinking to himself, Xiao Meng is just like what they said, something like intermittent brain seizures...

However, after being interrupted by Meng Qi, his previous depressed mood was relieved a lot. He smiled and shook his head, stood up, flicked his collar, and prepared to leave.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?" At this time, Meng Qi, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly spoke

Zhao Heng was stunned, and looked back at Meng Qi, only to see his head hazy in the shadow of the broken wall, only his mouth biting the grass stem and his lower jaw were the clearest, with a layer of light green stubble on it.

"You..." Zhao Heng was suddenly moved.

Meng Qi still looked up at the green tree: "When you feel better, help me check two people."

"One is called Yang Wuliang, half a step outside, and should have joined the King of Jin."

This is the Shendu mission of Xianji, to avenge Yang Wuliang's father's murder for a certain reserve member.

Zhao Heng nodded gently: "What else?"

"Gu Changqing..." Meng Qi sighed slightly.

In just over three years, this name has become so unfamiliar, and the years have changed so many people and things...