Chapter 383: Mingjian Pavilion (Part 1)
“I’m so exhausted, you’re going to push me to death... My remnant soul can’t stand your torment like this!”
Yan Gui complained in Fu Qingzhou's mind: "I just helped you kill a few powerful killers, and you asked me to leave a formation in the yard? No, you should ask Qiu Chan for this! She must still have the purple air fairy wind on her body The magic weapon of watching!"
Fu Qingzhou laughed and said: "Isn't it true that you are very capable?"
"Not big, not at all" Yan Gui cursed: "I am. A lonely ghost with no abilities at all.”
Fu Qingzhou blinked: "Oh, in a few days, I will ask for the Xuanxing Shentie again and show it to you."
"Bah, I don't believe it!"
Smoker scolded Said: "How long have you been trying to catch me with this matter? Just show it to me once!"
The two of them were arguing silently in Fu Qingzhou's mind.
Let the smoker stay in the formation, naturally because of the murder that happened on Songbai Street.
Fu Qingzhou said he didn't care, but how could he really not care? Songbai Street was not far from Baishi Street. If a killer discovered Zhu Mei and was a madman who dared to kill people in the capital, there would be trouble.
So, before he went to Mingjiang Pavilion, he asked Smoker to quietly leave something in the yard, just in case.
"Mingjian Pavilion is adjacent to the Imperial City, to the east of the Imperial City... You have to walk in through an alley. There is a big tree at the entrance of the alley, and there is a stone tablet under the tree..."
Fu Qingzhou was walking in On the street, he was talking about the road pointed by Yuan Ziping.
The only thing he felt along the way was that the capital was really huge!
The yard he rents now is at the intersection of Baishi Street, which is also the most prosperous street in Beijing, and it took him less than half an hour just to walk from one end to the other!
This is still the case when he is not shopping!
After Baishi Street, there is Yanping Avenue, a thoroughfare that runs north and south through the center of the capital and is nearly thirty miles long.
This avenue reaches the imperial city in the north and the south gate of the capital in the south, dividing the entire capital into east and west parts.
And on this Yanping Avenue, almost every ten feet, you can see a long, extending street with no end in sight on the left and right sides!
This does not include the countless winding paths in the neighborhoods and the large rivers and streams that run through the capital.
The prosperity of the capital is far beyond Fu Qingzhou's imagination.
After coming to this world, he has also been to many prosperous cities, such as Shudu, Yunan, and Luoyi. He has stayed in these big cities, but the capital city of Yanping is still beyond him. cognition.
Here, there is actually a "separation of people and vehicles"!
When he came here, he was on the carriage and had not paid much attention to this. It was not until he walked out of Baishi Street and measured this huge city with his feet that he had a real feeling.
On the long avenue, all the roads are divided into "sidewalks" and "vehicle roads." On the roadways, horse-drawn carriages, ox carts, and donkey carts come one after another. Just like in a traffic jam, one step ahead and one step behind They moved forward slowly until they reached the place where they wanted to go. The driver waved a small flag and pointed out the direction. Then the driver behind and behind him would leave a place for him so that he could turn around and go there. Go into the street.
The sidewalks are full of bustling people, shoulder to shoulder... And on the roadway, there are also dedicated people holding wooden signs, standing out every once in a while to stop cars so that people can cross the roadway. ...
"What is this? What? A road? A traffic light? Can the car still turn on the turn signal?"
Fu Qingzhou's eyes were dazzled.
However, this surprise only lasted for a short while.
These things don't appear in other big cities, and ultimately it's because of one reason - not prosperous enough.
Whether it is cars or people, there are not so many that it is impossible to walk on the street due to congestion, nor are there so many horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts that they may hit people at any time.
But if the capital is so prosperous, corresponding management methods will naturally be derived. This has nothing to do with ancient times or modern times.
Fu Qingzhou thought that if he continued to wander slowly like this, he might not be able to wander to the Mingjian Pavilion at night.
So, he had to speed up his pace and stop looking at the fireworks all over the capital for the time being.
Finally, when Fu Qingzhou stood at the entrance of the alley, half an hour had passed.
“People here in Beijing should have good legs and feet. They have to travel such a long way every day to do errands, and their legs must be broken... In the future, we will still have to travel by horse-drawn carriage.”
He looked at the big tree at the entrance of the alley, and then at the stone tablet under the tree. He was basically sure that if he walked towards the entrance of the alley, he would reach Mingjiang Pavilion.
As he approached, the words on the stone tablet came into view.
“The bright sword builds a pavilion and patrols hunting on behalf of the sky; the eight swords control luck and know the world and act accordingly.”
"Action must be reasonable, meaning not to be arrogant; regardless of poverty or wealth, just straight and straight."
"The fate of the country is tied to my pavilion; the hearts of the world and the world are tied to one sword." "Knowing the world and understanding the world, understanding. "Jian Yongchang!"
These large characters are written with strong strokes. Although the handwriting has been eroded by wind and frost, it is still very strong, as if it is trying to penetrate the stone tablet, revealing a majesty that cannot be ignored. Fu Qingzhou stared at it for a moment. , a feeling of awe could not help but arise in his heart.
There is no one guarding the entrance of this alley, and it doesn’t look like the gate of Mingjiang Pavilion, but there is a stone monument here...
Is it a kind of shock?
Fu Qingzhou dropped his gaze and walked slowly into the alley.
The alley made of red bricks and green tiles is not long. Around a corner, the originally narrow passage suddenly becomes wider.
At this moment, a high pavilion suddenly came into view!
The attic towers into the clouds, and the spire points directly to the sky, as if it is competing with the sky. The copper bell hanging on the eaves sways gently in the breeze, making a distant and ethereal sound, like an ancient spell in the air. The attic windows were closed tightly, and the curtains fluttered gently in the wind, but no light could be revealed.
This...is Mingjian Pavilion.
The outer courtyard wall of Mingjian Pavilion is made of thick bluestone. Time has left mottled traces on its surface. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the vermilion door, reflecting a faint halo. The door was inlaid with a copper door knocker, and strange patterns were engraved on the door knocker. However, there was no emissary guarding the door, only an... old man sitting in front of the door dozing off?
What’s interesting is that this is obviously a huge building, but before Fu Qingzhou turned the corner of the alley, he couldn’t even see the highest spire. It was perfectly hidden among the brick walls, green tiles, Among the branches and leaves of the trees, it was now like a dragon peeking out of a deep pool, revealing its figure.
He did not rush forward, but stopped where he was and looked around.
In the open space in front of the pavilion, several towering ancient trees are scattered in an orderly manner. The leaves are swaying gently in the breeze, which is particularly peaceful.
But he seemed to be able to hear, in the dark high pavilion ahead, there were countless dull footsteps and countless tiny whispers...
"Huh..."
Fu Qingzhou vomited lightly. Take a breath and move forward.
The door of Mingjian Pavilion was closed, but there was a wicker chair on the stone steps in front of the door. A fat old man was lying on it, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, and snoring loudly.
This is also strange. Logically speaking, Mingjiang Pavilion is busy with everything, and many secret envoys come in and out every day. Why is the door still closed so tightly?
Fu Qingzhou tiptoed close to the old man, lowered his voice and called softly: "Old man? Old man?"
"Huh...huh..."
The old man on the wicker chair turned a deaf ear. Continue to sleep soundly.
Fu Qingzhou scratched his head.
The person who can guard the door of Mingjiang Pavilion must not have a simple identity and background. He may be a hidden master, but he cannot be offended.
And he couldn't sense the spiritual weakness in this old man at all. Could it be that he was really a strong man with an unfathomable realm?
But it doesn’t wake me up, what should I do?
So, Fu Qingzhou could only raise his voice slightly: "My father-in-law? My father-in-law?"
The fat old man still couldn't hear, and he slept so hard that crystal liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Fu Qingzhou: "..."
Do you want to reach out and poke me?
Just when he was hesitating, a loud shout suddenly came from not far away!
"Damn old man, I asked you to buy groceries, and you come here to sleep!"
Fu Qingzhou was startled, and turned around to look, but it was a tiger-backed aunt with her hands on her hips. He strode forward, completely ignoring Fu Qingzhou, and reached out directly to the fat old man's ear!
Hearing the fat old man's scream of "ouch", the aunt lifted him up and kept begging for mercy.
And the aunt just dragged the fat old man and turned away...
Fu Qingzhou was shocked and said quickly: "Two seniors..."
The aunt turned around and looked at him doubtfully One glance.
Fu Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Dare I ask, this Mingjiang Pavilion..."
"Oh, it's not this door. This door has been out of use for a long time."
The aunt waved her hand impatiently: "You take a detour and go to the other side."
After that, she held the fat old man's ear and strode away, leaving only Fu Qingzhou. A person is messy in the wind.
(End of this chapter)