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Everyone has one or two things that entrust emotions, just like the fixed point of life. With it, you can walk with confidence, and without it, you will lose your soul.

This swordsman, without the sword, looked like a mother-in-law.

Fortunately, the sword outside is not his spine, and there is a straight long sword in his heart to help him cut through thorns.

Lu Zhengkang interrupted his long talk, "Well, let's talk less nonsense, let's make money if we don't have money!"

"How to make money? I don't know how to do business. You are young and a novice monk. No one will come to buy your things in business."

"I've gotten too old, why don't I even have such experience in the world! Just follow me."

Lu Zhengkang took Caixia Yin into his arms and walked toward the depths of the cave first.

Mo Yun followed him through the tunnel with difficulty, wandering around and stumbled, and had to take time to gather his internal energy and restore his skills, finally returning from a mountain stream to the surface before dark.

Looking at the misty sunset and the snow-capped mountains, the swordsman took a few deep breaths and chanted "Ding Fengbo" by the Dongpo layman.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest hitting the leaves, why bother screaming and walking slowly. Bamboo sticks and awning shoes lighter than horses, who's afraid?

"Liu Qiao wakes up in the spring breeze, it's slightly cold, but the hilltop is shining diagonally. When looking back, it has always been bleak. When I return, there is no wind or rain.

He is here to taste, Lu Zhengkang has already walked down the mountain quickly, all the way towards the road.

With the help of the majestic scenery of heaven and earth, Mo Yun's heart is open, his chest is empty, and he rushes on the road with ease, like a strong arrow piercing through the sky, and his clothes are rusty like a flag.

For some reason, he felt that he was full of energy, the more he ran, the more relaxed he became, as if there was a huge lake in his body, constantly replenishing his loss.

In the land of Gyeonggi, the official roads were both broad and smooth. The two of them went after one another, chasing freely, and they were about to overrun the horse. They ran out three hundred miles in one hour, and the sky was completely dark.

"The capital is in front!" Mo Yun shouted, "I was going there!"

Hearing this, Lu Zhengkang slowed down and stood on a half slope looking at the Xiongcheng on the distant plain.

In the night, the capital, which covers thousands of miles, is brightly lit. The towering mountains surrounded on three sides are like black iron walls, and four or five thin rivers reflect the sparkling moonlight, like jade-colored streamers flying into the city, and after leaving the city. East flow.

The world after the snow is imprisoned by monotonous colors, but the capital is so extraordinary, with brilliant red light rushing into the sky, like a bonfire in the white night, and the stars in midsummer, which makes people leisurely fascinated.

Lu Zhengkang can see from the sky, the upper edge beads in the city are numerous and of good quality, and many of them are superstars like deep sea whales.The dense upper edge beads dazzled, as if a small sun opened on the plain. No wonder Xu Ranxue praised the capital as the most spectacular, most beautiful, and most beautiful place in the world.

Lu Zhengkang nodded in satisfaction, turned his head and said to Mo Yun: "This is the cornucopia of poor monks! Let's find a place outside the city to deal with it, and prepare for the guys, and business will open tomorrow!"

"what are you planning to do?"

"Hey! What should the monk and Taoist priest do? Look at palmistry, fortune-telling, and talk about Feng Shui. This money won't come!"

"Do you understand this?"

"Housekeeping skills!" The little monk patted his chest to pack the tickets, showing his spirit.

Mo Yun hesitated to speak on the sidelines.

"Don't look like that! Take off your clothes first!"

"What's this?"

"As a long banner, so many holes have been cut anyway, and I will find a pole to put it on. Tomorrow I will go to the city to borrow some ink and write a signboard to ensure that it will be rich in money!"

"But I took off this suit, what should I wear to meet people?"

"I don't know," Lu Zhengkang frowned and thought, "Why don't I go get some reeds to wrap you up, and then sell my body to bury you? Wouldn't it be beautiful to run away with the money?"

Mo Yun shook his head.

"Then you have to steal it. You can get whatever clothes you want!"

The young swordsman looked at Lu Zhengkang's excitement and arrogance, and thought to himself: This little bald donkey... a true evil.

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

The next day, the sun rose red in the east, and the noisy night of the capital was slightly exhausted at sunrise. There were few pedestrians on the road, and shops for buying breakfast had opened one after another. Grain, fat, and meat. The scent of this kind rose with the faint smoke of cooking.

The Drum Tower beat twelve drums, the heavy city gate was opened a little bit, and the door shaft turned like thunder. In the remaining gloomy night, two prodigal sons, one big and one small, stood in front of the door.

The little one looked not yet in time. He was wearing a moon-white monk's clothes. His head was smooth and there was no ring scar. At first glance, he was a novice monk in the monastery. It did not open.

The big one was eight feet long, bare-boned, showing a white and beautiful tendon flesh, all over his body, except for the pants, covered with a pure white face towel on his face, looking nondescript.

Chaoyang plated them with a layer of gold, half-cheeked faces shrouded in the light, and deep shadows were spread like gullies, and their clear eyes were like stars, and they were brilliant.

Really like two great heroes, great heroes!

It is a pity that the two heroes were stopped by guards before they even stepped into the gate.

"Who are you waiting for! What happened to the capital where you came to! And you, take the face towel off, and get another piece of clothing. You can't get in if you don't get dressed!"

These soldiers guarding the capital were also staffed by the imperial court. They were later re-employed by wealthy families in the city, and they were still responsible for monitoring the incoming personnel.

After that, Mo Yun was speechless, and Lu Zhengkang greeted him immediately.

"Amitabha! This benefactor, you are out of your mouth!"

"Don't come to this set! I'm young and don't learn well! I have guarded the gates of the city for so many years. No one has seen it before! Don't play this kind of trick!" The guard with two rat whiskers on his lips waved as if When the beggars were sent, the surrounding soldiers also gathered around, with the intention of throwing them out.

"Ou, you can't say that. If the little monk expected it well, the donor lost thirty taels of silver at the gambling house yesterday! Tsk, it's a pity that it's not that the donor is not good at gambling, but was deceived by someone out of it! "

The Squirrel Soldier's face sank, and he muttered: "What a Liu Qishou, I'm playing on my head...", then he looked at Lu Zhengkang warily, "This...little master, you know how to tell a fortune. See you? Dare to ask why you came to the capital?"

"You have said that I am a fortune-teller, and that must be to make money." Lu Zhengkang unfolded the long banner, it was empty above, but it was also full of momentum when waving it, "Listen! Poor monk is the pre-known 500 In the next five hundred years, we will learn about astronomy and geography, deduce bad luck, find dragons and acupuncture points, and cast demons and exorcise demons. It is also a wonderful monk with great magic power!"

His drake voice, which had just passed the period of changing voice, blew the cowhide to the sky, and this posture was still quite bluffing.

The rat-beard soldier was quite a bit troubled, "Well, the villain can save it, please come in, but the strong man may not be able to enter the city without his shirt."

Lu Zhengkang's eyes kicked, and he was about to start making a mess. At this time, a group of carriages came from outside the city and stopped behind them.

The curtain was opened for the first four-passenger car, and an old man dressed as a steward came out and said to a few soldiers: "My master invites these two strong men to get in the car, please go back everywhere."

"Yes!" These soldiers are very respectful, it seems that they have met the boss.

Lu Zhengkang twisted his bald head, grinned at the old man, unceremoniously handed the long banner in his hand, and then pulled Mo Yun into the car.

Upon entering, you can immediately see that the protagonist is extraordinary.

The carriage is about the same size as Lu Zhengkang’s residence in Shaolin. There is a curtain of East Sea tortoiseshell beads in the middle section to separate the inside and outside. On the table of Guangnan purple sandalwood, there are lacquerware and porcelain. The floor is covered with thick layers of Shu In the middle of the silk and satin, there is a complete white tiger skin of Liaodong in the middle.A faint Nanhai agarwood fills the room, the breath is bright and energetic, and the smell is refreshing.Looking up, there is a white jade carved dragon overturning plate on the top, elegant in quality and soft in color, with a circle of Sui Hou beads embedded on the edge, bright and clean.

Mo Yun raised his eyebrows and transmitted to Lu Zhengkang, "This is at least one of the most powerful people in Beijing."

Lu Zhengkang nodded and said nothing.