Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

The best restaurant in Sui'an City is called "Linjiangxian". On this day, the restaurant was given a red envelope by Sheng Qing, the precious son of the prefect.

"Stop the sedan."

A soft sedan with pink and gold paint stopped. He Xiping opened the curtain and walked out holding a jade fracture fan. When he looked up, he saw a loft built next to the river.

This pavilion has carved railings and jade inlays, so it goes without saying that it is magnificent. The plaque on the pavilion is engraved with the words "Linjiang Immortal". The calligraphy is clumsy and the gold is dim, which shows its antiquity.

"This guy Sheng Qinghong doesn't know the price of rice. He is really used to luxury. This 'Linjiang Immortal' can earn hundreds of taels of silver a day at least. He really doesn't regard money as money..."

He Xiping secretly slandered in his heart, but did not stop.

He walked straight towards the restaurant.

Outside the main entrance of the restaurant stood several city officials with feathers in their crowns and holding water and fire sticks, guarding the gate.

Seeing this scene, He Xiping couldn't help but shook his head in his heart.

"An official of the Fuzhou Yamen came to guard the door for the son of the prefect, and he was not a servant at home. He used public tools for personal use and stole the country's money in such a grand manner. This Young Master Sheng is really arrogant..."

He also knew how ridiculous this thing was, but who let him be the son of the prefect Sheng Qingzhi.

The official of Shengqing held the position of magistrate and served three consecutive terms in Beifu Prefecture. His family had a great business and many wives and concubines. The only regret in his life was that all his sons and daughters died in infancy.

Rumor has it that a fortune teller gave Magistrate Sheng a look at his face and said that his appearance was not good, but if he accumulated a lot of bad virtues, he would be able to bless his descendants and have more descendants.

Magistrate Sheng's expression immediately changed, his face turned livid, and he said, "Then let me show you a face. Your face is not good. Your eyebrows are cut off in the middle. This is the sign of death."

The fortune teller shook his head and said repeatedly, "If you don't understand physiognomy, don't talk nonsense. My eyebrows are not disconnected."

"I said it broke, and it broke."

Magistrate Sheng pulled out a short knife and slashed the fortune teller in the face. The fortune teller screamed and covered his right eye with his hand. The knife swung and slashed his right eye and eyebrow with blood.

Magistrate Sheng was still not satisfied with the attack on the physiognomist with a knife, so he immediately ordered his men.

"This man's appearance has been revealed. If he doesn't die now, how long will it take? Go and bury him for me."

After saying this, he did not allow the fortune teller to plead, so he was dragged away and buried alive...

Of course, this story is just a joke that has been circulated in the market, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it is true or not, but it can also be seen from it how domineering the prefect Sheng Qingzhi is, as if he is the local emperor in Sui'an City.

Being childless was actually Sheng Qing's uncontrollable heartache. Fortunately, in his fifties, Sheng Qing finally got a precious son, and he was naturally doted on.

He Xiping went upstairs along the steps and saw Sheng Qinghong, the son of the prefect. This man was thin and his facial features looked cold, especially his eyebrows that fell into his temples and his nose like an aquiline, which gave people the feeling of being paranoid and narrow-minded.

Sheng Qinghong was hugging a slim woman in a red dress and chatting with several wealthy young men in gorgeous clothes. He raised his eyes and laughed when he saw He Xiping ascending the floor.

"He Xiping, you're here. The He family's villa is obviously near Linjiangxian, but you didn't expect it but you came later than us. Could it be that Ruyi Niang in Sanhua Building was so powerful last night that you couldn't get out? bed?"

"Young Master Sheng is joking, she is just a Ruyi Niang, and she is my opponent, but that Qingguo is really not bad, the food is fresh and tender, and it is not worth the money I spent."

He Xiping licked his lips, with a trace of aftertaste in his eyes.

Everyone present was knocking chopsticks, high-fiving, and bursting into laughter.

"OK OK,"

Sheng Qinghong waved, interrupting the laughter.

"By the way, He Xiping, did you get the thing you mentioned last time? My father will celebrate his birthday in a while. Speaking of which, the Pegasus that is celebrating his birthday..."

"Mr. Sheng, please look here."

As if by magic, He Xiping took out the sandalwood box from his arms. As soon as the box was opened, there lay among the silk and satin a high-spirited, high-spirited horse carved from jade made of suet fat.

This mutton-fat jade horse is extremely exquisite in workmanship. There is a jade swallow under the hind horse's hooves. The whole thing is shiny and shiny, and the carving is exquisite.

"Pegasus steps on swallows...good, good!!!"

Sheng Qinghong said hello three times, his eyes extremely excited.

"This jade horse is the secret treasure of a wealthy family in Qinglu County. My father has been obsessed with this jade horse for a long time. He once offered him a high price to part with it, but the other party refused. By the way, He Xiping , what method did you use to get this jade horse?"

"Haha, this is a business secret, sir, don't ask any more questions."

He Xiping closed the sandalwood box and handed it to Sheng Qinghong.

The son of the prefect couldn't help but be overjoyed when he got this precious jade horse. He didn't care about the beauty in the red dress beside him. He took out the jade horse from the box and started stroking it with his hand.

"Good stuff, this is really good stuff, He Xiping, you are really thoughtful this time."

There was a satisfied light in Sheng Qinghong's eyes. He glanced at He Xiping and said with a smile: "I owe you a favor for this matter. If anything happens to you in the future, Xiping, just tell me and I will help you. I will definitely help you." Don’t refuse.”

At this time, he even became extremely familiar with He Xiping's title.

"Haha, Master, why did you say this? It's just a trivial matter."

He Xiping said this and felt very proud in his heart. It was not easy for him to acquire this "Pegasus on Swallows". The wealthy businessman in Qinglu County valued this jade carving very highly and seemed to be reluctant to take advantage of it.

He had to spend money to hire people to pretend to be bandits, and spent a moonless night to kill all the men, women, and children of the wealthy businessman's family, set fire to the wealthy businessman's house, looted all his belongings, and even took away the Pegasus. A jade sculpture of a flying swallow.

Naturally, the joints cannot be explained to outsiders.

"Xiping, this 'Linjiang Fairy' recently invited a famous chef from the Sichuan and Pu area. I heard that this famous chef is good at making a famous local dish called 'Red Mandarin Braised'. The fish is spring mandarin fish from the Chuanpu River. It is said to be large in size, with firm meat and delicious taste. I will ask someone to cook it, and it will probably be cooked soon."

"Okay, I'll definitely have a taste."

He Xiping reached out and picked up a pair of silver chopsticks. At this moment, a waiter at the top of the stairs came forward with a wine jar in one hand and a vegetable plate in the other.

At this moment, the waiter smashed the wine jar in his hand against the wine table, and the food plate was also smashed. He screamed: "Kill!"

Suddenly, he loosened the handle on his waist and found a five-foot-six-inch Burmese iron soft knife in his hand.

With a "swish" sound, the soft knife turned into a deadly wind and swept out. The cold light suddenly bloomed, like a furious wave of snow. With this knife, three people's throats were cut on the spot, and blood spurted out.

"You and I--"

One of them is He Xiping sitting on the far right. His eyes were wide-eyed, and he was pressing his throat with his right hand. Blood was bleeding from between his fingers. A strange rattling sound came from his twisted lips, and he was about to expire.

There was a "clang" sound, and the Burmese iron soft knife that the man took out from his sleeve hit something, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

It turned out that Sheng Qinghong pulled out the green steel sword from her waist and pushed out the woman in red in her arms. In the flash of lightning, the man's free left hand threw a hair-kiri pill, which hit the beauty between the eyebrows, breaking her brain. enter.

Fortunately, this also bought Sheng Qinghong some time. His green steel sword turned into a line of cold light and flew out of the row. He struck with the Burmese iron sword, and the whole person was forced to take a step back by the force of the sword.

Although he, a martial arts expert, had relied on his family background to gain some skills and was not weak in martial arts, the blade buzzed and trembled when the sword was struck. Although half of the sword's strength had been removed, he still felt that the tiger's mouth was sore and numb.

"Sheng Qinghong, your father caused my whole family to be killed. Let me collect a blood debt from you today!"

Cheng Zhi, who was wearing a human skin mask, roared angrily, and the Burmese iron sword in his hand suddenly vibrated. The silver light surged, and the blade almost lost its shape. In an instant, the terrifying sword wind roared in and swallowed up Sheng Qinghong's figure.