Chapter 344: Jiang Shang is in spring again (Part 2)

"Who is this woman?"
　　 "Which senior arranged to test Fei Xiong?"
　　 "What to test, Fei Kumamoto is a mortal, and it is justified to marry a wife and concubine, but I think...this woman is pretty good, more than enough for him."
　　 There is a cloud high in the sky. Several Taoists are sitting cross-legged around a low table. There are a few tea cups on the low table. The Taoist Huanglong, the Great Master Lingbao, and the true monarch of Qingxu morality are among them.
　　 They should be strolling in Nanzhou casually, to see if they can learn from Taiyi real person, find a chance to send one or two teachers to the heaven to enjoy the blessing.
　　 The three religions have the same root and are related to each other.
　　 When they arrived in Chaoge City, the three evangelists of the "Golden Immortals" must of course take a look at the current situation of the man who enshrines the gods. When they saw the fortune-telling hall from afar, they saw the rise of Jiang Shangzheng chatting with a female ‘crowd’.
　　 There are a few small turtle shells on the table in front of Jiang Shang. He had just divination of the hexagrams before, but what they said at this time had nothing to do with the hexagrams.
　　 Jiang Shang kept sighing:
　　 "Although the heart of seeking the Tao is strong, it is helpless but not immortal, and the practice of Taoism has been free for more than forty years. Now there are only three or two methods."
　　 "There are thousands of verticals and tens of thousands of horizontals in the chest, but it is useless; the heart is full of ambitions, and there is no half of the work."
"Although the great merchants established the country upholds all the princes, they indulge the princes for trouble, such as today under the princes eight hundred towns, what a joke? The contemporary merchants are already in danger, but they can only be tortured to carry out the New Deal, and the eight hundred princes take advantage of the trend, which is really ironic. ."
　　 When it comes to political affairs, the lady's eyes drifted a little, and Jiang Shang realized that he had said too much, and bowed his hand to Rou'er.
　　 "Ms. Rouer laughed."
　　 "Let’s talk about it today, I still have a few shops to go around," Rou'er got up, said softly, and bowed to Jiang Shangying.
　　 Jiang Shang quickly got up and said, "You and I have a good time talking, I don't know when you can meet Madam Rouer next time."
　　 Rouer chuckled softly: "My shop is across from Mr. Jiang Shang. If my husband is looking for me, he will take this thing to find the guy in my shop, and he will guide you to my house."
　　 Go to the house?
　　 Jiang Shang waved his hand again and again, saying: "How does this make..."
　　 said that he couldn't use it, but the ghosts were so awkward, Jiang Shang reached out and took the sachet; Rouer walked out of the shop and turned to look at Jiang Shang.
　　 On the corner of the street, the maid who was serving hurried over, bowed to her wife, and held Rou'er's arm.
　　 The maid turned her head and looked at the corner again. There were a few beggars and beggars who nodded and bowed to her, happily sharing the dozen or so big dollars.
　　 "Hmph," the maid hummed softly, and glanced at Jiang Shang who was standing there. She always felt that this old man was so nasty, and should really give him some color.
　　 Jiang Shang did not notice the maid's gaze, because a pair of eyes had been staring at Madam Rou'er unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth still had a gentle smile.
　　 The sun is shining, and her skin is like white jade, with a shining luster.
　　 Rou'er leaned forward and said, "Goodbye..."
　　 "Goodbye," Jiang Shang said goodbye, walked out the door, and watched the two women join the crowded street.
　　 Rouer and the maid just left...
　　 "Fortune teller!" There was a shout next to him, "Is it a fortune teller today!"
　　 Jiang Shang turned around, where is the personable demeanor? His eyes were cold, he stroked his beard, and said calmly: "Since I am running a shop, I have to count it. If you sincerely ask for a visa, you will come in."
　　 "Oh, I'm quite temperamental," a few ill-dressed beggars stepped into the hall, Jiang Shang frowned, but did not say anything, and sat back in his place.
　　 packed the tortoise shells for fortune-telling, just said: "One hexagram and five coins."
　　 These beggars were taken aback for a moment, and then they cursed and were about to beat others. The beggar shouted: "You old man! I've been listening at the door for a long time at Shicai. Can you take the little lady before half a copper plate?"
　　 Jiang Shang glanced at the man and shouted, "Fate and fate are different, time and time are not the same. My wife and I are friends, but you are doing business with you.
　　 These few beggars could not help being furious when they heard the words. They were so lazy, they ended up begging on the street, and they were able to get charity from the benevolent every day, and get food and clothing.
　　 But even so, they think they are much better than those who are slaves.
　　 Jiang Shang taunted them like this, but didn't give them half a thin noodle to the Four Tigers on Third Street, West City, Chaoge City!
　　 Right now, a few beggars rushed to the table and stared at the old fortune-teller angrily.
　　 "The fortune-teller! If you make a few compensations to the Lord now, I think you are the big one!"
　　 Jiang Shang sat there calmly, he has Taoism in his body, and he is not afraid of these beggars.
　　 On the cloud, the corners of Huang Long's mouth curled and said: "What about me, this flying bear is a bit unpleasant? Let him suffer too."
　　 After saying this, he pointed at Jiang Shangyao.
　　 In the fortune-telling shop, a few beggars rushed up to scuffle Jiang Shang. Jiang Shang stood up suddenly, his robe fluttered, his gray hair fluttering in all directions, majestic and majestic, who would dare to invade?
　　 suddenly, a beam of light fell on Jiang Shang.
　　 Jiang Shang was taken aback, only to feel that his mana could not be used; just at this moment, Jiang Shang glanced at the fist handed over again...
　　 sturdy, this punch hit Jiang Shang's cheek, bringing up layers of skin.
　　 Jiang Shang snorted painfully, fell on his seat, and a few beggars swarmed up, punching and kicking him.
　　 Fortunately, Jiang Shang has been cultivating the Tao for forty years. Although he looks a little older, his body is still tough. He hugged his head in a chair and hummed in pain, but he didn't swear.
　　 On the cloud high in the sky, Huang Long had a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered: "I've seen him not pleasing to my eyes a long time ago, and he asked for such a lesson."
　　 "Brother Huanglong," Qingxu Moral True Monarch said warmly, "There are many immortals watching here. How can he be regarded as our junior, let him be too embarrassed."
　　 "It's okay," Huang Long lifted his chin, "Didn't you go to a group of soldiers? I will save Jiang Shang."
　　 Chaoge City is also at the feet of the emperor, and the beggars rushed into the fortune-telling shop in such a group fight, which naturally alerted the guards patrolling the city early.
　　 A group of beggers surrounded Jiang Shang and punched three punches and five kicks. A group of soldiers poured into the fortune-telling hall and almost demolished the shop.
　　 The armored men rushed up, knocked over the tables and chairs, tore off the banner flag that Jiang Shang used as a signboard, and pressed the beggars and Jiang Shang to the ground together.
　　 A military attaché with a beard moved forward and shouted: "In broad daylight, in the midst of the heavens and earth, how dare you fight in the downtown area! Bring me back to Sizhong! Put the shackles!"
　　 "No!"
　　 The armored men brought the shackles and locked the beggar and Jiang Shang together.
　　 Jiang Shang had a blue nose and swollen face at this time, and he shouted: "I was beaten by them, how is a fight!"
　　 "Hmph, one slap won't make a sound," the military officer touched his beard and cursed coldly, "Why do these beggars single you?"
　　 These beggars were also excited, and one of them hurriedly shouted: "My lord! He scolded us first! Compare us to those slaves! We are not!"
　　 "Okay! Shut up!" The military officer was quite majestic. With a big hand, the soldiers pushed several people to the palace.
　　 At this moment, above the cloud in the sky, Daoist Huanglong pointed at a point below and returned Jiang Shang's mana.
　　 But Jiang Shang has been handcuffed by locks, how can he escape?
　　 He put on a wooden shackle, and was grabbed by two soldiers. His long gray hair was messy and hung beside his head. His face was blue and purple, and his clothes were torn apart. How come the bones of immortality, how can they stand out?
　　Many pedestrians commented, and Jiang Shang wanted to burrow into the ground ashamed.
　　 And there was a servant of the Song family in the crowd. Seeing Jiang Shang being held by the patrolling soldiers, he quickly went back to tell Jiang Shang’s nobleman—Song Yiren.
　　 Above the clouds, Huanglong Zhenren, Qingxu Moral Zhenjun, and Lingbao Grand Master all looked ugly.
　　 The Great Master Lingbao wondered: "Why did the teacher choose such a man of the gods?"
"Don't question the teacher," the true monarch of Qingxu morality is the most loved by Yuanshi Tianzun, and he respects the saint teacher from his heart. Therefore, the teacher chose the flying bear who has no immortal fate but has the fate of the king."
　　 Taoist Huanglong curled his mouth and turned around, "Let's go, let's go, looking upset. I'm waiting to be the same generation as this mortal, really...oh!"
　　 Great Master Lingbao rolled his eyes, this flying bear is so embarrassed, isn’t it because brother, you previously blocked his mana?
　　 The true monarch of Qingxu morality hurriedly said: "Don't mention it anymore, walk around, let's go to Senior Brother Taiyi for a drink."
　　 Then, the three big interpreters headed north, Jiang Shang was so embarrassed, they were too embarrassed to stay in Nanzhou for a long time.
　　Relatively, many disciples of Interceptive Education have seen this scene, each of them has been developed with photographic instruments, and there is a great tendency to spread to the five continents and three thousand realms.
　　 They don't need to yell at anything, it's a silent mockery of the saints.
　　Look, this is the flying bear chosen by the saint.
　　 Two hours later, in the lawsuit cell, Jiang Shang was sitting in the corner with his head down, looking at a few stones on the ground, feeling a little bit distressed.
　　 Jiang Shang murmured: "It was actually the life that committed the Peach Blossom Tribulation. The suffering that is now caused by Mrs. Rou'er? This...but it's also reasonable, alas."
　　 He closed his eyes, as if he saw the gentle woman in the sun, she seemed to be radiating soft light...
　　A soldier walked to the cell, opened the cell door, and shouted: "Jiang Shang! Come out! Your family has come to pick you up!"
　　 Jiang Shang smiled bitterly, curled his long hair slightly, and sighed, as if he was more than ten years old in an instant.
　　 When he wanted to come, it must be Song Yiren or his own lady Ma who came here.
　　 The armorer urged impatiently: "You hurry up! Want to stay here, let us take care of the food?"
　　 Jiang Shang did not answer, bowed his head and stepped out of the cell, and walked towards the cell door.
　　 This prison is very small. According to Dashang's laws and severe punishments, prisoners are generally demoted into slaves. Only those who come in because of minor mistakes will be detained for a few days and receive some physical punishment.
　　 Jiang Shang walked out of the cell in a vague way~EbookFREE.me~ It was already dark outside, and the setting sun was like a wheel, hanging at the end of the street.
　　 "Mr. Kang Shang?"
　　 A soft voice rang from the side, Jiang Shang was taken aback and looked up.
　　The sunset glow makes the clothes star as the eyes, softly pointing a hundred times.
　　 The woman in a light pink long skirt and a small jacket stood beside a carriage, bowing her head to salute Jiang Shang, her long hair hanging down, really like that fairy.
　　 Jiang Shang opened his mouth, but he was a little silent, "Mrs Rouer?"
"My maid-in-law is fooling around, so that Mr. Jiang Shang suffers from this prison disaster. Rouer's heart is really sorry," Rouer said softly, her eyes a little worried, "Please also take a rest at the house, so that I can apologize for you. "
　　 Jiang Shang's spirit was shocked, his face was a little red, and he hesitated about how to answer.
　　 What kind of hexagrams are not true, not true.
　　 "Hey, Mrs. Rouer laughed."
　　 "Please, sir, I will apologize to him."
　　 Jiang Shang tidied his robe, bowed his head and walked over.
　　 Around the corner, the military officer was tweeting with a few soldiers, and he didn't know what kind of luck the old man had, which would make this wealthy and wealthy lady look after.
　　 The corner of the military officer’s mouth suddenly showed a smile, probably seeing three or four figures running in the distance.
　　 Song Yiren, Ma's family and a Song family slave came here just in time.
　　 "What are you laughing at?"
　　The military officer spread his hands, folded his hands, and turned away, "Let's go, it's off work."
　　 after get off work?
　　A few soldiers, look at me, I look at you, I don’t know what this means.