Chapter 240 The Empress

The next day, when Zhang Ming and Qing Quan went out, they only saw Shi Cheng and others eating in the hall, but did not see the Zisha woman.

However, they didn't care.

When you come to Kyoto, how can you not take a good look around?

After the two went out, they left Suzaku Tianjie, planning to visit the East City and West City.

In modern terms, Los Angeles, Kyoto is known as the cultural, political and economic center.

They had seen the prosperity of Suzaku Paradise Street yesterday.

The rest is the cultural and political center, that is, Dongming Academy where Confucianism is located, and the Dajin Imperial Palace, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The latter they can't get in, and it's inconvenient to force their way in.

The former can go and have a look.

Dongming Academy is the residence of Wang Haoran, a contemporary Confucian of the Jin Dynasty, located in the DC area of ​​Kyoto.

The two walked along the city street for half a day before arriving here.

I saw the magnificent walls of the academy, enclosing a large area of ​​the city, with red walls and black tiles, cornices and corners, everywhere exudes awe and fascination.

"Brother, this is the gate of Dongming Academy, right? It doesn't look like much..."

Qingquan glanced sourly and said.

Zhang Ming patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Compared to our Yingtian Academy, the main body is a bit bigger, but the back mountain is far less open than ours."

He probed a little, only to feel that the inside was like a deep sea, where the auras of countless strong men converged.

At a glance, there are five Yangshen realms, three Faxiang realms, and two suspected Dao body realms.

"It's strange, the Confucian quasi-sage is already a strong man in the realm of law, shouldn't that realm be the position of saint?"

Zhang Ming asked suspiciously.

There are still many students coming in and out at the gate of the academy, their manners are humble and their steps are measured, very demeanor of a scholar.

"This Taoist priest doesn't know something. Confucian quasi-sages are above the sub-sages, and above the sub-sages is the most holy position. But most people don't understand, so semi-sages and quasi-sages are also called saints. Once The quasi-sage King Jinglong was misunderstood by the world as the number one person under the saint, but he was actually talking about the sub-sage."

At this time, a woman's voice sounded behind them.

Zhang Ming and Qingquan turned around and saw a delicate woman in a plain dress and long skirt, with a strong bookish look on her body, she seemed extremely intellectual.

"So that's the case, thank you for your pointers."

Zhang Ming made a slight bow and thanked him.

The plain-clothed woman bowed and returned the salute, and said gracefully: "The Haoran Saint of my Dongming Academy is the most holy position, so there are several sub-sage teachers above the Faxiang Realm."

Qingquan was a little surprised: "The girl is also a student of Dongming Academy?"

The woman in plain clothes smiled indifferently, and replied: "Exactly, the student Nie Qingqing, met the two priests."

Zhang Ming looked condensed, and asked: "Miss Nie, your cultivation is not weak, I'm afraid you are not an ordinary academy student, right?"

At first he didn't pay attention to it, but after thinking about it, it must be something extraordinary that the other party can approach the two of them so easily.

Therefore, he checked carefully, and it turned out that Nie Qingqing's cultivation level turned out to be at the early stage of the Taoist body.

This is shocking.

She doesn't look very old, and her practice is of Confucianism, so it is logically impossible to reach such a high level.

However, she just made it.

And in the practice of Confucianism, the realm of Taoism, just like what Nie Qingqing said just now, is the realm of quasi-sages!

But in the Jin Dynasty, it seems that there has never been heard of such a young quasi-sage in the Confucian lineage!

The combination of all these can only show that this Nie Qingqing's identity is not simple.

"Daoist Qing Hui's eyes are as bright as a torch. It's the student who is abrupt. To tell the truth, the teacher is the saint Haoran of Dongming Academy."

Nie Qingqing gave him a strange look, and replied humbly.

Qingquan immediately became alert, and said solemnly: "You are actually a disciple of Saint Haoran!?"

Everyone in the world knows that the Confucian lineage and Zhuoguangshan Lingshu Temple are deadly enemies. Now that they have reached the gate, it is fine if they can't run into each other, but since they met face to face,

Then a big battle is inevitable.

But unexpectedly, Nie Qingqing still maintained a calm smile and said: "I, Dongming Academy, have no intention of becoming an enemy of Lingshu Temple. Daoist Qinghui, Daoist Qingquan, students are ordered by their teachers , specially waiting for the two masters here. I don’t know if I can be admitted to the hospital for a while?”

She walked towards the gate of the academy and stretched out her hand to quote.

These words and actions made Qingquan stunned: "Stop beating?"

Zhang Ming only found it interesting, but he didn't expect that the Haoran sage, who claimed to be recuperating from his wounds, had already noticed the arrival of the two of them, and arranged for his disciple Nie Qingqing to wait here, trying to lure the two of them into the academy.

It's just that if you go in, is it a trap or a handshake?

"People in the world say that it was Taixuzi who was watching the Lingshu severely injured the Haoran saint, which caused him to have to retreat and recuperate. He didn't leave the courtyard for two years. Now it seems that it is also a false rumor by the world?"

Zhang Ming didn't agree, nor did he not agree, he casually walked up to her and asked.

Nie Qingqing said with a smile: "Master Qing Hui, the family teacher was indeed defeated by Tai Xuzi, and he retreated to recuperate his wounds because of this. The world's rumors are correct. It's just that victory or defeat is a common thing in the world. Don't blame the winner, but ask for it." It's just yourselves. Don't worry about it."

Zhang Ming slightly sighed: "The girl is so generous, the saint Haoran is so open-minded!"

Nie Qingqing bent down and saluted, without saying a word, but looked at the two expectantly with her beautiful eyes.

Qingquan whispered: "Brother, let's catch her and run away?"

Nie Qingqing couldn't help smiling.

Zhang Ming glared at him, smiled apologetically and said, "Miss Nie, don't be surprised, since the saint Haoran invited you, then poor Taoist should go in and have a cup of tea."

They are in the capital now, there are countless eyeliners in Sifang, and it is the palace of the Jin Dynasty.

He didn't believe that Wang Haoran would directly attack in the city.

This will not only lose his identity, but will also completely break his plan of seclusion and seclusion, and will even attract the fear of various forces.

Nie Qingqing smiled slightly: "Two priests, this way please."

As she spoke, she led the way and led them to Dongming Academy.

The students who came in and out saw them, they couldn't help being startled, and they all commented: "Look, isn't that Nie Qingqing?" Who is the person who seems to be valued by her?"

At the same time, the old man sitting quietly in the depths of Dongming Academy slowly opened his eyes.

At his level, the methods of Confucianism are already extremely unpredictable.

As long as the other party steps into this academy, everything is beyond their control.

However, just as Zhang Ming and Qing Quan were about to step into the academy, a shout suddenly sounded outside: "Daoist Qing Hui, wait a minute!"

Zhang Ming paused, looked around in a blink of an eye, and asked in surprise, "General Fu?"

I saw a luxurious carriage standing beside the gate of the academy, and a group of crimson riders. Standing in front of them was Fu Jing, the lieutenant general who delivered the decree to the Lingshu Temple last time.

"Daoist Qinghui, the Scarlet Rider didn't notice your arrival in Kyoto at the first time, please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

Fu Jing cupped her hands politely and said.

Zhang Ming waved his hand and said with a smile: "Poverty Dao is originally from Fangwai, and he doesn't intend to get involved with the court. It's normal not to entertain."

Even though he said so, Nie Qingqing beside him had heavy eyes and kept looking at him and Fu Jing.

It's hard not to doubt the relationship between them.

However, she didn't intend to admit defeat.

"General Fu, Daoist Qing Hui has agreed to the invitation of the teacher, and is about to visit the academy. How about waiting for the Taoist master Qinghui to finish chatting with the teacher, and Qingqing will send the Taoist priest to visit the residence of the crimson knight?"

Nie Qingqing smiled again and said.

However, it is not as easy for Fu Jing to be the deputy leader of the Crimson Cavalry as ordinary people.

"Miss Qingqing, Scarlet Rider has long heard about the reputation of the saint's personal disciples, and this is the first time I see you today. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

She said politely first, then said in a slightly condensed tone, facing Zhang Ming: "Daoist Qing Hui, Your Majesty is here to invite you."

These plain four words sounded like thunder on the flat ground at the gate of Dongming Academy.

The students who were watching around were stunned.

"Huh? The Empress wants to see him?! No, he is the Daoist Qing Hui of the Lingshu Temple!"

"What? He is Qing Hui! Everyone, don't forget, both Meng Sheng and Jing Sheng died at his hands! Don't pull me, I want to fight him!"

"Brother Li, I didn't pull you, but you died when you died. Can you tell me where the money is hidden?"

"..."

While discussing, everyone's face gradually darkened.

Some were thinking deeply, and even secretly pondered: "Miss Qingqing is right, she was obviously Taoist Qinghui invited by the saint Haoran first. Why did the crimson knight come in a blink of an eye? Strange, the empress did this to help him, or kill him?"

When Nie Qingqing heard Fu Jing's words, she opened her mouth slightly, but was finally speechless.

"Since it was His Majesty's invitation, Daoist Qing Hui, I'm afraid that my master may not have the chance to see you today. It's better to wait for you to come back before Qingqing visits."

She bowed and gave up.

Zhang Ming pulled Qingquan to bow together, and said with a smile: "It's okay, even if Miss Qingqing doesn't come, Pindao plans to visit another day."

He said so, but he had already made up his mind in his heart that before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, he and Qingquan would definitely not go to the east city.

Fu Jing stretched out her hand and said, "Two priests, please get in the car."

Zhang Ming and Qing Quan boarded the carriage, followed by a group of crimson riders, and quickly headed towards the Dajin Palace.

It wasn't until several miles away that Qingquan asked in a low voice: "Brother, why did you agree to that demon girl to enter Dongming Academy just now? Master said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is."

Zhang Ming glanced back and said, "Qingquan, in fact, it doesn't matter whether we agreed or not just now. Because the aura of that noble sage has locked us firmly."

Qingquan was startled: "Huh?"

Zhang Ming closed his long mouth and said, "Don't be surprised. In fact, it doesn't matter even if you go in. Pindao just wants to weigh how clever this Confucian holy method is? Hehe , who wins the game is still unknown!"

Qingquan pursed his lips: "You just brag! If you have the ability, you can bring back a national teacher."

Zhang Ming glared at him, then slowly said: "However, thanks to General Fu's rescue, otherwise it would be unavoidable to confront Saint Haoran in advance."

He didn't believe what Nie Qingqing said at all.

Saying that winning or losing is a common thing in the world, and those who don't blame themselves for winning, but instead seek others, are all bullshit.

The history of this world has always been written by the victors!

The vehicle quickly arrived at the palace and drove straight along the main gate.

Fu Jing held the token high, and no one dared to step forward to stop it.

This stunned the officials, maids, eunuchs and concubines along the way, among them there were many eyeliners of the major forces.

"Who is in the car? He dared to enter the palace, and he entered through the main entrance?!"

"The main gate is also known as the Royal Road. It is a gate that only the Holy One can walk through. How can this man dare to be equal to the Holy One, and he still doesn't get out of the car and walk slowly when he arrives at the gate? How brave!"

"Didn't you see that it was an imperial order from the Holy Majesty? It was ordered by the Holy Majesty!"

"I heard that in front of Dongming Academy, the holy majesty ordered the scarlet rider to drive to pick up Taoist Qing Hui of the Lingshu Temple. Seeing General Fu is there, could it be that the car is..."

"..."

All of a sudden, countless news spread from here, and the situation in Kyoto seems to have started since then.

Zhang Ming and Qing Quan, both of whom had cultivation bases, couldn't help frowning slightly when they heard some people talking about it.

"What does His Majesty the Empress mean?"

Qingquan couldn't help but lift the curtain of the car to take a look, only to see red walls with red tiles, white jade statues, cornices and corners, giving it a royal atmosphere.

"As expected of a royal palace, it is so magnificent that I have never seen it in my life!"

He repeatedly sighed.

The carriage soon came to a wide courtyard, and a pair of gilt-bronze unicorn statues stood on the left and right.

The sharp claws are opened and pressed to the ground; the two eyes are wide open, majestic and vigilant.

"Brother, something is wrong, why do I feel that this place is a little familiar, I seem to... have been here before?"

Qingquan frowned and whispered.

The scene of the courtyard in front of him, as well as the stone statue at the door, made him somewhat familiar, as if he had been here many years ago.

Qingquan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You grew up on the mountain, how could you have been to the imperial palace? I think it was in a dream, haha!"

The vehicle stopped, and Fu Jing asked the two to get out of the car and be admitted to the hospital.

Zhang Ming got out of the car without paying attention, only to see the words "Royal Garden" written above the gate of the courtyard.

"It turned out to be the emperor's garden."

He and Qingquan followed Fu Jing into the courtyard, facing the green plants and the fragrance of flowers.

However, Qingquan was a little distracted, looking at the surrounding trees and strange flowers and murmured in ecstasy.

"Brother, let's go, we don't see this empress anymore."

he asked nervously.

Zhang Ming grabbed him, puzzled and said: "When did you become so timid, the Empress is also a woman, so she can't eat us."

Qingquan was helpless: "Well, I always have an ominous premonition."

Fu Jing was silent all the way, and led them to a pavilion in the center of the imperial garden.

A woman with a graceful figure, wearing a light blue flowing fairy dress with phoenix patterns embroidered on the skirt, was already standing in the pavilion, with her back facing them.

Although they didn't see the face, Zhang Ming and Qing Quan's minds had already completed a scene of peerless beauty.

The back is seven points elegant and three points majestic.

She—is the empress!

Wu Mingxian!