Chapter 170: Double Standards Scene
"Are you really a candidate?"
Behind the young man riding a horse, there was a bearded man wearing a bamboo hat and tattered clothes, who was chattering. Two black and white dogs with soft and thick hair followed him. Such a strange group attracted the attention of the soldiers guarding the city when they arrived at the gate of Anqing Prefecture.
"Stop, what are you doing?"
The young general guarding the city stopped Feng Qing'an, but his vigilant eyes were on Jiang Bei who had been chattering all the way. He was also a martial artist and felt that this seemingly sloppy man was unusual.
"I am a student going to take the imperial examination. This is my travel permit. As for this man, he is a strange person I just met. He has been harassing me and wants to challenge me for a duel. I suspect he has a brain disease. Please stop him and question him thoroughly."
As Feng Qing'an spoke, he pretended to grope in his arms and took out his pass. Not everyone could run around, and the dynasty where order still existed had extremely strict control over this.
"You are the one with a brain disease. With your ability, why would you participate in the imperial examination?"
Jiang Bei, who was already puzzled and couldn't understand why a person like Feng Qing'an would take part in the imperial examination, became even more annoyed when he heard this guy say that about him. In his eyes, Feng Qing'an was the one with a mental problem.
It can make him tremble all over. If you have such ability, as long as you show it off in government offices, people will beg you to be an official. Why would you bother taking the imperial examinations?
"How dare you, you are just a barbarian, and you dare to discuss the imperial examination!"
However, before Feng Qing'an could say anything, a scholar in a Confucian robe and with a long sword on his back, not far away, suddenly glared at him, with his hands on the hilt behind his back, as if he was about to draw the sword and chop someone.
"A sour scholar!"
Jiang Bei took one look at the scholar holding the sword and looked down on him. The scholar did have some signs of martial arts training, but he was not interested in him at all.
"Candidate from Jiangyang Prefecture, you actually came from such a far place, are these two dogs also yours?"
The young general guarding the city looked at Heishan with his shiny hair, then looked at Baiyao who was handsome and elegant, and asked Feng Qingan, "Only this young man would bring two dogs with him. The rough man behind him doesn't look like the owner of these two dogs."
"Yes, it is used for guarding on the way to the exam!"
"Well, let's go into the city. You are not allowed to ride horses in the city streets. You have to dismount and walk!"
After staring at Feng Qing'an's overly young face for a while, the young general guarding the city returned the letter in his hand to Feng Qing'an. Of course, he noticed that there was something unusual about Feng Qing'an, but this identity was correct, and as a candidate who dared to take the exam alone, it was not normal for him to have some skills.
"Thank you!"
Feng Qing'an got off the horse, took the pass, led the horse and followed the crowd into the city. Jiang Bei, who was standing beside him, wanted to follow in, but was stopped.
"Where's your pass?"
The young defender stared at the slovenly man in front of him with a frown on his face.
"It was lost a long time ago!"
Jiang Bei looked at Feng Qingan who had already entered the city and merged into the crowd and disappeared. He felt a little anxious and his tone suddenly became more and more bad.
"Without a pass, you can only go back to where you came from, and you are not allowed to enter the city!"
In fact, a pass is not required to enter the city. After all, farmers from the surrounding towns often come into the city to sell their goods. If a pass is required every time they come, the people guarding the city will be very busy. It's just that the young general thinks that there is something wrong with the person in front of him.
"Do you know what I'm here for?"
Jiang Bei had completely . A mere young general actually dared to stop him. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the young general by the collar and pulled him in front of him.
"What do you want to do? I'm a centurion in the army!"
The young general guarding the city was shocked and angry. He never expected that the man in front of him would be so bold as to attack him. More importantly, he found himself completely powerless to resist.
"I'm just a small centurion. Let me tell you, I came to the city to take up an official post. After today, I will be your immediate superior. When you see me, you must bow your head and call me sir!"
Jiang Bei had a look of disdain on his face. He certainly didn't want to conflict with Da Jin. He knew he was powerless to resist, so he had no choice but to join. But that didn't mean a soldier guarding the city could act so arrogantly over him.
"How dare you attack officers and soldiers!"
"Let go, sir!"
When the other soldiers at the city gate saw their superior being attacked, they all raised their spears and pointed them at Jiangbei, and the city gate suddenly became chaotic.
"Be quiet!"
The noise in his ears made Jiang Bei very irritated. His eyes shone brightly. The powerful pressure instantly made the soldiers unable to hold their weapons. They dropped them to the ground in fear. As for the passers-by who were shouting, they were frightened like wooden chickens.
"You broke through the Xiantian realm?!"
The young general guarding the city reacted at this moment. Although he was a small role guarding the city gate, he was guarding the gate of the provincial capital after all, so he still had some vision.
"I have some good sense. I am here today to take up my post. Why? I cannot enter the city without a pass?"
Seeing the change in the young general's expression, Jiang Bei relaxed and loosened his hand. He had no choice. If he really followed the rules, he wouldn't even be able to enter the city gate. Wouldn't that be a joke? What kind of official would he be?
"Of course I can. Please forgive my ignorance!"
The young general was very smart. He called out the master in advance. He already knew what level of martial artist this person was. If he entered the government, he would be a general. Of course, he only had a rank but no real power. But it was enough to control him.
"Then what are you still standing there for? Why don't you lead the way for me!"
"Yes, sir, please follow me!"
The strong have their own privileges, and even if leading the other party is a dereliction of duty, no one will blame him.
In Anqing Prefecture, Feng Qingan, who was walking on the street with Heishan and Baiyao, leading a horse, was still the focus of the crowd, even though these three guys had disguised themselves and turned into ordinary people.
"Why!"
Feng Qing'an glanced around and sighed helplessly. He naturally didn't care about those ordinary and mundane gazes. The key point was that he could see tall and heavy figures faintly visible in front and behind him, and even in the dark corners of the streets he passed by.
Ghosts and gods of Anqing Prefecture!
But he thought it wouldn't be as troublesome as in Jiangyang Prefecture. After all, he had a friendship with the City God of Anqing Prefecture as they had killed dragons together, so it should be much easier.
"Rent a house and live there for a while!"
Feng Qing'an asked passers-by and found the largest restaurant in the city. He found the owner, spent a huge sum of money, and booked a lakeside villa to stay in.
The upper rooms in ordinary inns and restaurants are just rooms with slightly better interior decoration, but in a truly large restaurant, the best accommodation is the separate courtyard.
There are maids and servants waiting for orders, and there are menus for three meals a day. No matter what you want to eat, someone will deliver it to you. If you are too lazy to move, don't want to go out, and want to have some fun, you can also call the top prostitute in the brothel to come to your door.
As long as the money is in place, no matter what you want or what you want to play with, as long as it can be moved or delivered, there will be someone to serve you. Feng Qing'an is certainly not short of this money, as he has robbed a water palace.
The silver bricks that the water god used to pave the floor were all genuine and of excellent quality. Just one piece of them would be enough for Feng Qing'an to live a life of luxury in the city.
Of course, Feng Qing'an was not such an extravagant person. After he booked this villa, he drove out all the servants and maids who were waiting to be ordered around. He only asked them to deliver three meals on time, and nothing else.
When the servants and maids in the villa left, a curtain separating the inside and the outside covered the villa where Feng Qing'an lived, making it impossible for mortals outside the villa to see clearly what was happening inside.
"This villa costs ten taels of gold a day, and you have been staying here for a month. You are really generous."
An old man appeared silently, wearing white clothes and a golden crown, with a simple appearance, red-gold eyes, and a calm and indifferent look.
"This is all thanks to the City God. If I hadn't killed the dragon, I wouldn't have been able to afford this money. The cost now is just a drop in the bucket. If the City God needs it, I can build a ten-foot-tall golden statue for him."
Feng Qing'an responded with a smile. What he said was absolutely true. As long as the City God nodded, he could really build a golden body for him using pure gold.
Anyway, when he left the Water Palace, he had basically taken away everything that could be taken away. Not a single golden tile was left, all the silver bricks were pried away, and all the jade beams were removed. His current wealth is enough to rival a country. It may be a little exaggerated, but it is not a problem for him to buy a few cities.
"I am the City God of this place. How can I use yellow and white things to make my body? I can just make a clay sculpture with painted colors!"
The City God of Anqing Prefecture shook his head and rejected Feng Qingan's proposal. He had no interest in yellow and white things.
"City God Gaoyi!"
Feng Qing'an cupped his hands to show his admiration. Who wouldn't like to fight a tough battle together and then not ask for anything and share nothing after the battle?
"Master Feng, I know you have been quite busy these days. Maybe you came into the city just to rest. I didn't want to disturb you, but you often do extraordinary things, so I had to come and bother you a little!"
As he spoke, the City God of Anqing Prefecture's gaze fell on Sen Miao, who was disguised as a dark cloud treading on snow.
His words were sincere. After the last contact, he had no intention of having a second contact with this young man.
After all, he follows the way of gods, and what he does is to protect the peace and tranquility of the local people, and he receives incense and offerings from the people. It is hard to predict whether it will be a blessing or a disaster when he comes into contact with such a person with an extraordinary background.
But after the young master really entered the city, he realized that he had indeed thought too much. It was clearly stated in the communication that there were only two spirit beasts, demon wolves, which were close to the level of great demons, beside the young master, and it was the same as what he saw last time.
But this time when the young man entered the city, there was unexpectedly a big monster beside him. This was a real big monster, not just at this level. It would be a dereliction of duty for the city god to pretend to be blind when such a creature entered the city.
But no matter what, they had a relationship of killing a dragon, so he couldn't send his civil and military judges to handle this matter. They might not be able to handle it well, so he, the City God, had to step in personally.
"I wonder who this is?"
In the City God's red-gold eyes, which were filled with divinity, the dark cloud stepping on the snow before him had a layer of hazy light on its body, which completely obscured his sight and made him unable to see its true identity.
"Sen Miao is the son of the former Water Lord of Bailang River!"
Fine dragon scales appeared on the horse's body, a pair of snow-white wings spread out, and Sen Miao showed some of his dragon-horse postures. Just this alone was enough to make the ghost with a simple appearance show an expression of amazement on his face.
"Are you Mu Xi's child?"
"You knew my father?"
Sen Miao stared at the old man in front of her with confusion. Mu Xi was her father's name.
"I have been the City God of Anqing Prefecture for six hundred years. I know your father, and we have some friendship!"
Talking about this, the old man's face also showed a sigh and reminiscence.
"Do you know him?"
Sen Miao's expression could not help but change a little, but Feng Qingan added at the right time,
"I was able to kill Hong Xi, but it was all thanks to the help of Lord Cheng Huang!"
"I am ashamed. My old friend of three hundred years has been murdered. I can only take advantage of him two hundred years later and take revenge!"
The City God shook his head, with a guilty look on his face, and was not proud of it. When he learned that the dragon horse in front of him was the daughter of his good friend, even as a ghost, his emotions were touched.
"Thank you for avenging my father!"
Sen Miao's eyes when looking at the City God changed completely at this moment. She lowered her head slightly. Even though he had waited for two hundred years, he still remembered her father and was willing to take action for revenge, which was worthy of her gratitude.
"That's not necessary. The evil dragon has been killed, and the position of Lord of the Bailang River is vacant. Why don't you take the position?"
Originally he was worried that the big monster entering the city would cause harm, but now that he knew it was the daughter of his old friend, the old city god's attitude changed again. He glanced at Feng Qing'an with an unclear look in his eyes.
"I don't want to follow in my father's footsteps!"
Sen Miao replied.
"So you are following this Mr. Feng?"
“This is a decision I made after careful consideration.”
"In that case, I can only wish you a day when you can turn the world upside down and be fearless!"
The old city god looked at Sen Miao's expression and sighed slightly, but he didn't say much. Although she was the daughter of an old friend, that was two hundred years ago. Now was only the first time they met, and he was not her real elder.
"Thank you for your good words!"
"Lord City God, I wonder if Sen Miao can stay in the city?"
Feng Qingan asked.
"The dragon horse is a symbol of good fortune. If you don't mind the trouble, you can let her show her true form and stroll around the city. She can stay in the city as long as she wants!"
The old city god looked at Feng Qing'an and said expressionlessly.
He couldn't understand how the daughter of his old friend was seduced away by the boy in front of him with just a few words and became his mount. It was really hateful.
Unfortunately, his identity was too embarrassing. Even if he wanted to intervene, he had no way to do so. If he tried to intervene forcibly, not only would it be a thankless task, he would also be envied.
Moreover, if you think carefully about the origin of this kid in front of you, following him might indeed be better than staying in the Bailang River as a water god. At least you won't be killed just because of the dragon's momentary greed.
“This is too double standard!”
Feng Qingan, who had witnessed Sen Miao's brutal side, couldn't help but sigh.
