Painted boat? Yellow jacket?

Mo Wuming thought of the yellow paint on the roof of the pleasure boat.

It's really high-profile! But celebrating the festival can be regarded as "joy with the people".

"Let's go! Do what we should do." Mo Wuming patted the gray on his body.

The maid was a little curious: "Don't you go and see a good show?"

Mo Wuming stared at the maid, feeling helpless.

What does the emperor want to be a god have to do with us?

The peasants had long prayed for the country and paid the price of their lives due to the country's system, but this was a story written by emperors, generals and poets.

I don’t know whether the emperor can be a god.

I don’t know whether farmers can become emperors.

I only know that if the master asked me to buy the things I bought, we would be dead. Mo Wuming sighed, but these words were still broken in his heart.

Mo Wuming stared at the lively crowd over there, but what appeared in his mind was his usual dream words.

"The owners of this world are all of us, even if I can't get a penny."

But when did I have the world?

I am neither an emperor nor a general nor a poet.

...

Soon after, folk rumors spread.

The Emperor of Dacheng is crazy!

He wants to become an immortal!

This has always been said among the people.

The emperor on earth wants to cultivate immortality.

It is said that he had invited the Tianshi from Longhu Mountain to teach him.

After Mo Wuming bought today's supplies, he was still listening to them talking about these things on the way home.

"This is the battle between the emperor and the poet, and it has nothing to do with me." Mo Wuming thought so.

The matter was done by the emperor, but the rumors were passed down by the poet.

Mo Wuming thought, if he was not born a beggar, he might be a poet now.

Just like when he was guiding other beggars to send him to Mo's mansion, the poet is doing similar things now.

Suddenly, a carriage stopped in front of him.

"Brother, is this Chang'an?"

Mo Wuming raised his head and saw a beautiful woman he had never seen before. He was not old and probably the same as him.

If you look closely at her facial features, it is actually just delicate, but somehow it exudes a temperament that transcends the world, making her look like a fairy in the eyes of others.

"As long as you want, this is it."

"How come you talk so sensible?" the girl covered her mouth and chuckled.

Mo Wuming lowered his head silently, not wanting other people's appearance to affect his judgment: "It's you who speak so hard."

"Before entering the city, countless guards in Chang'an will definitely question you. But you asked me if this is Chang'an, this is not..."

Before he could finish his words, the girl was knocked on her forehead by the old man in the carriage.

"Sorry, my apprentice was unrestrained and slandering." An old man came out of the carriage.

Compared to the shocking appearance of a girl, the old man seems much more ordinary.

But Mo Wuming believes that this is returning to nature.

"I wonder, are you interested in learning something from me?" the old man asked intimately, touching his beard.

Knowledge?

Mo Wuming tilted his head and asked, "What can the knowledge you teach me do?"

"After learning, you can do whatever you want." The old man smiled.

Mo Wuming heard this and pointed to the elegant and luxurious carriage over there, which were the vehicles that officials went to court.

It is said that an immortal is coming to Chang'an today, so they naturally have to try their best to please him and come to Chang'an one after another.

Mo Wuming doesn’t like to do whatever he wants.

What he wants is to do nothing if he wants.

“Can you make me a ‘capital’?”

What is capital?

The old man was a little confused and looked in Mo Wumingju's direction, and then he understood.

He smiled and said, "Of course."

"Then why did you come to Beijing? Did you come voluntarily?"

The old man was stunned. Of course, he did not come here voluntarily this time, but the emperor asked him to come.

Then he understood what the boy in front of him meant, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "So the 'capital' you said is so big!"

Not that it is impossible, but it is not necessary to hurt others and yourself.

He looked towards the direction of the capital and murmured: "I can do anything, but I can't do anything about the 'capital' from ancient times to the present."

"Switch one, except this one."

"Then forget it." Mo Wuming said, "Although I don't understand what my needs are, I won't create needs."

Create demand?

The old man was completely confused now. Chang'an City was different from theirs, and the words they said were so fresh.

Mo Wuming looked at the old man's confusion expression and explained carefully: "I don't need this thing. Even if he is good, I will not buy him. Once I buy it for the sake of buying, I will be fooled by consumerism."

"Human desires will be like rolling stones on the mountain. I must learn to control my own desires, and the rest of the needs can only be discussed later."

The old man thought something.

Although he heard a few unknown words, he already understood what the child meant.

Although it is a fallacy, it sounds quite interesting.

"If that person thinks like you, I won't have to go so far." The old man sighed while touching his beard.

"Oh, what a pity." The old man sighed, "Then see you again if you have the chance in the future!"

After saying that, the carriage drove towards the imperial city.

Mo Wuming tightened his hands and asked him to buy the supplies, which was real for him.

"The general who represents force has also entered the city. Will the farmers have a better life?"

Mo Wuming thought casually.

...

"Master, don't you already have me as an apprentice? Why do you have to accept apprentices again?" The beautiful girl in the carriage said with some angriness.

The old man shook his head: "It's different."

"Why is it different?"

"He is talented."

The girl sighed, there are many talented people.

She was the one with the best talent back then!

"How great can it be?" The girl was a little dissatisfied. Even the brothers and sisters may not have her talent.

According to the master's words at that time, she was "destiny".

Because the spiritual energy had become scarce, the master said at that time that she was the last disciple who closed down.

In this era when spiritual energy is about to be cut off, only one person will be left in each sect and each sect to pass on the robe and bowl, which can ensure that the small amount of spiritual energy left in the sect’s blessed land can be concentrated on one person.

If she collects another one now, she will be driven down the mountain.

How great is it?

When the old man heard this question, his lips moved slightly and wanted to say "It's rare in life". But suddenly he felt it was inappropriate, so he wanted to change his words and say "It's rare in the world."

The girl saw the old man only opened her mouth for a long time and did not speak.

She asked again in an anxious manner: "What is his talent?"

The old man thought a little, and finally thought about it and spit out four words from his mouth:

"The best in the world."

...
Chapter completed!