Chang'an is the most prosperous city of the human race, and Luoyang is only second. Fang Leng walks on the streets of Luoyang and can feel the nobility and luxury here.

Those who walk are all in gorgeous clothes, and those who are in coarse cloth and linen are silently squatting in the corner. All walkers are all tilted towards the sky, not despising anyone, but may be born with a sense of superiority.

Although Luoyang is the capital, the people in Luoyang are related to the nobles in Chang'an City, so it is normal to look down on people from other places. If a proud person comes here, he may be angry to death.

Fang Leng was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, and at first glance he was a person from Fangwai. People from Luoyang and the capital have always looked down on such people from Fangwai.

Because those who cultivate immortals and ask about Taoism naturally have no power in the secular world, and even if a saint meets the emperor, he needs to treat him with courtesy. Other monks are not allowed to act recklessly with the nobles.

As for the capital and Luoyang, the strength of the cultivators will be infinitely suppressed at the feet of the emperor. Under the suppression of the emperor's dragon energy and the fate of the Ming Dynasty, even the saints cannot exert their full strength.

Fang Leng felt even more uncomfortable because he was in charge of the emperor's order and the king did not see the king. When the two kings met, the weak side was naturally suppressed and could not raise their heads.

This was the first time Fang Leng saw the dragon energy of the Ming Dynasty.

Luoyang is in the dragon's tail, and the larger dragon body is in Chang'an, with two connections and majestic momentum. However, although Fang Leng felt suppressed, he also felt that the dragon seemed to be gold and jade, and was shattered.

It seems mighty, but it is actually terminally ill.

No help, wait for death, say goodbye!

However, although Shenlong was sick, he also pressed Fang Leng to death. His cultivation level in the Saint Realm was now only at the level of a mortal.

If Fang Leng was just an ordinary saint, he would definitely not have been like this.

Originally, Fang Leng thought he could do whatever he wanted here, but now it seems that things are not as simple as he imagined.

The Demon-Slaying Sword is in the palace, and it is not so easy for him to take it out.

Originally, Fang Leng wanted to sneak in, but as a mortal, how could he lurk into the deep palace? This was a headache.

First of all, let’s take the way from Luoyang first and go to Chang'an.

When you arrive in Chang'an, find another way.

Fang Leng walked towards the Xicheng Gate and avoided collisions with others along the way. However, when approaching the Xicheng Gate, Fang Leng suddenly realized that this was wrong.

The soldiers were in an orderly manner, and the people wanted to get close to the city gate, so they were blocked from coming back.

Fang Leng observed quietly for some reason.

Soon, a frame came to the west, pulled by four horses. This posture was obviously a person with a noble status.

"The prince is here!"

With a sharp call, the people around Fang Leng who were watching the fun all knelt down. Fang Leng, who was standing, seemed a little out of the crowd.

According to Fang Leng's usual style, there is no need to worry about kneeling on the sky, kneeling on the ground, or kneeling on the parents, or not, and it won't fall off a piece of meat. To avoid trouble, it's better to kneel down. Anyway, he just kneels on the surface, just treats it as a visit to the grave, but his knees cannot bend.

Now, Fang Leng attracted attention.

"Bold, I dare not kneel down in front of the prince!"

A small team of guards came to Fang Leng with a squad, and Fang Leng had only one sentence in his heart.

"I want to kneel down, but my personality doesn't allow it!"

Since he couldn't kneel down, Fang Leng didn't have to compete with him. He said calmly: "People outside the Fang are not polite, please forgive me."

No matter when, you cannot lose your personality.

Humph, if I hadn't kneeled down, could you find me?

"Bold and don't know etiquette, let us teach you well!"

The guard was about to take action, and Fang Leng was ready to draw the sword. No matter what, Fang wanted to save face. Kneeling down by himself was different from being pressed down by someone.

Although he only has the realm of a mortal, if he really starts, a lot of people here will die.

At this time, the prince's imperial carriage also happened to pass by, and the prince spoke from it, "What's the noise?"

The guard quickly replied: "Go back to the crown prince, a Taoist priest refused to kneel when he saw the imperial carriage."

"If you don't kneel, don't kneel. Maybe you are a person outside the country. If you don't know the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, you don't need to make things difficult for him."

"Yes, Your Highness."

This is the first time Fang Leng thinks that Zhu Chongwen is pretty good, well, so he won't take action.

The guard said fiercely: "You are lucky, the prince is generous. If you are next time, you will definitely be killed!"

The guard turned around and left, but Fang Leng didn't bother with him.

But at this moment, a gust of wind lifted up the curtains of the prince's frame, and Zhu Chongwen also took a look here. When his eyes met Fang Leng, Zhu Chongwen's face suddenly changed, and Fang Leng also had a premonition that something was wrong.

If I remember correctly, not long ago, he asked Zhong Shenxiu to beat Zhu Chongwen with a stick and even called the royal family a pig. It was really an enemy with a narrow road...

"Stop driving!"

Sure enough, after seeing Fang Leng, Zhu Chongwen immediately ordered to stop driving. He walked out of it himself. Seeing Fang Leng, his expression was a little playful.

This time, Zhu Chongwen was with a bunch of younger brothers, and Fang Leng was alone. In Luoyang, practitioners were unable to exert all their strength. Obviously, the gap in strength this time was huge.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Taoist Master Wugui, you and I are really destined to be together."

Fang Leng: “…”

It seems that I still can't escape the trouble.

But, brother, do you really think you will be able to take me?

"It's quite destined to be."

"Since you are here, as the host, I should also entertain the Taoist priest with great pleasure."

Chinese culture is profound and profound. The games designed by Fang Leng naturally have the same style. The word entertaining can express too many meanings.

At Fang Leng's side, he naturally understood that Zhu Chongwen had to make trouble for him and repair him.

"Then let..."

"Come on my carriage and sit on..."

Fang Lengjian was pulled out halfway, but when he spoke, he heard Zhu Chongwen asking him to get into the car. Fang Leng's knife, which was half-drawn, was suddenly a little embarrassed. Do you think, should you continue to pull it out or put it away?

Zhu Chongwen also saw Fang Leng's movements, and his expression was a little stiff. Fang Leng smiled awkwardly and said, "Haha, I was about to ask His Royal Highness the Prince to take a look at my new magic. Look, this is a sword, and then, it disappeared."

Zhu Chongwen: “…”

Now, it's time to laugh, right?

But I really can't laugh...

"Master Wugui, you are so humorous."

A group of guards looked at Fang Leng’s bad expression, but Zhu Chongwen spoke again and said to his left and right: “Give me instructions, I will invite old friends in Tianxiang Pavilion tonight.”

"yes."

Zhu Chongwen issued an order, forcibly alleviating the embarrassment caused by Fang Leng's operation just now, and asked Fang Leng to get on the imperial carriage again.
Chapter completed!