Chapter 47: Brother Changsheng, I Will Help You Cultivate!

The autumn sky was clear and crisp.

The vast motorcade was moving along the official road.

Dou Changsheng was holding the Hero Sword, sitting in the carriage. Sitting beside him was Ma Liren, this Chief Steward of the Prince's Mansion, who had no airs of a martial arts expert and kept his posture very low.

It was as if Dou Changsheng was the Divine Marvel Grandmaster and he was only a postnatal martial artist.

One could see at a glance that Ma Liren was an old man from the palace.

Dou Changsheng was very satisfied with the itinerary of these two days. Ma Liren had arranged everything in an orderly manner and often came to report, not letting Dou Changsheng feel that he was being sidelined or an outsider.

It fully reflected a top leader who could manage affairs without needing to worry about everything.

This Chief Steward, it seems the Empress had spent some thought in choosing him.

Ma Liren was overqualified for this.

Ma Liren personally brewed tea, held it with both hands, and sent it into Dou Changsheng's hands, serving Dou Changsheng tea. He didn't drink a mouthful himself. At first, Dou Changsheng refused, but after two days, he got used to it.

After drinking a mouthful of tea, Dou Changsheng felt the internal qi in his body surging, and in an instant, it became more refined, completing another transformation. The Five Qi had been cultivated to the second.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I'm not used to drinking this kind of famous tea."

"It's a waste for me."

Ma Liren listened to Dou Changsheng's insincere words and smiled: "Hero Dou, entered the Sword Gate twice, fought a Grandmaster."

"Suppressed the heroes at Qingyang Peak, and even exposed the conspiracy of the Daoist Qingyang."

"You are a sincere gentleman."

"This tea being drunk by Hero Dou is well-deserved."

"Otherwise, if it were drunk by the deposed emperor, that would be a waste."

"This time, Hero Dou traveled thousands of miles to escort the deposed emperor back to the fief."

"Eating a little, drinking a little—what does that count for?"

"Even if Hero Dou took some when leaving, that should be the case."

Dou Changsheng shook his head, denied it, and didn't say a word.

These two days, the grade of what he ate and drank had been raised by more than one level, especially this tea, which contained a large amount of heaven and earth essence and was of great benefit to cultivation. It was precisely because of this that Dou Changsheng was able to transform his postnatal internal qi one more time.

He misunderstood.

He really misunderstood the Grand General.

This escort was really a fat job.

It was just that he had a conscience; otherwise, when escorting to Beiyang, if half of these 100-plus carriages were missing, it would be very normal.

After all, if demon sect experts robbed them in the middle of the night, and they didn't dare to make a sound in order to protect the deposed emperor, that would also be logical.

A pleasant voice sounded from the side: "Hero Dou."

"My master invites you."

Dou Changsheng lifted the curtain and looked at the visitor. This was a ten-year-old girl with a childish appearance, wearing her hair in two buns, looking at Dou Changsheng calmly without any emotional fluctuation.

Finally here.

Dou Changsheng secretly said in his heart.

The peace and quiet of these two days had been very nourishing.

But Dou Changsheng knew this was definitely not the norm.

It would be strange if this deposed emperor didn't see him.

If it weren't for him, he would still be in the capital, noble as the supreme ruler.

The Jin nation was the head of the world's nations, and its power was the greatest in the world. Falling to become the Prince of Beiyang—to say there was no gap, that was absolutely impossible.

Dou Changsheng knew it couldn't be avoided; this person had to be seen; after all, it was his own mission.

He walked out of the carriage and said: "The Prince of Beiyang wants to see me, then lead the way."

The girl looked calm and corrected: "My master is not the Prince of Beiyang."

Ma Liren explained: "This is the Sword Girl beside the Princess."

The girl raised her eyes slightly, looked at Ma Liren, and ordered directly: "The itinerary has been a bit fast recently."

"My master said, it's not easy to get out of the palace, so we should see more of the local customs."

"I hope Chief Steward Ma arranges it well. My master never speaks a second time."

Ma Liren lowered his head and hurriedly responded: "Please rest assured, I will definitely satisfy the noble person."

The girl turned and walked toward the distance step by step. Seeing this, Ma Liren pushed Dou Changsheng and lowered his voice: "Hero Dou, handle it carefully."

"Among this group of people, only she is the most dangerous."

"The Chancellor's sister—if she were a biological one, it would be fine, but the key is that she is not, which is the most dangerous."

Dou Changsheng understood the gold content of this sentence.

If Chen Taizhen ascended by bloodline, she would at most rely on Chen Qingyao's prestige, but the most terrifying thing was that Chen Taizhen and Chen Qingyao were not born of the same mother; they only shared the surname Chen and had no blood relationship.

Even the three characters "Chen Taizhen" might not be real.

Don't know where some old monster came from, coming here to pretend to be young.

Dou Changsheng stabilized his mind and then followed quickly. Before long, he came to the luxurious carriage. The girl signaled for him to walk in. Dou Changsheng came to the curtain, a fair palm stretched out, the curtain was lifted, and a young girl served him personally.

Dou Changsheng glanced at the other party; she was very similar to the girl in appearance, and her clothes and style were also the same, like the girl seven or eight years older.

Inside the carriage, there was a different world, like a study.

On the bookshelf, books were placed one by one, and a woman in a black dress was kneeling on a cushion, holding a book in her hand, watching calmly.

Standing on both sides were two people, a middle-aged woman and an old woman.

Their appearance was similar to the girl, and their style was the same, which Dou Changsheng found even more amazing.

This was one person, in four stages: child, youth, middle-aged, and old.

Chen Taizhen's appearance could not be called outstanding, but there was a black mole on her forehead, which added three points of sacred temperament, making people remember her at a glance and unable to forget.

Demon appearance, demon concubine.

I really don't know where this name came from.

Dou Changsheng slandered in his heart, but didn't move, letting Chen Taizhen read.

After a long time, Chen Taizhen put down the book in her hand. The middle-aged woman stepped forward and personally kneaded Chen Taizhen's shoulders and neck. Chen Taizhen showed a comfortable mood, half-leaning in the middle-aged woman's arms, and a pair of eyes looked at Dou Changsheng.

After looking him up and down, Chen Taizhen said with satisfaction: "Chen Taizhen is going to die."

"She cannot be trapped in the Prince of Beiyang's Mansion, acting as a bird in a cage."

"I need a brand-new identity."

"I hadn't thought about it, but after seeing you, I suddenly felt."

"The surname Dou is also not bad."

"Dou Taizhen, what do you think of this name?"

"If you think it's not good, you give me one?"

"No, no, no."

"Still not very good."

"My brothers are all peerless heroes, rare in the world."

"If you are number one on the Human Ranking, you barely qualify, but now you are still three points short."

"However, behind every successful brother, there is a good sister who silently supports him."

"The rising star of the demon path, Blood Hand—Jin Sanming."

"Seventy-ninth on the Human Ranking, just right for Brother Changsheng."

"The end of the Human Ranking, it sounds too bad; seventy-ninth sounds so good."

"The time is all calculated. Tonight, we will fight Jin Sanming; tomorrow is just the day the Human Ranking is updated."

It's a pity that if it weren't for the bad old man, Jin Sanming's big brother, the Heaven-Crying Hand—Jin Wuming, who is nineteenth on the Human Ranking, would be the most suitable stepping stone for Brother Changsheng to step on to become famous.

But hitting the small one brings the old one.

Then don't blame me.

I am still so kind; seeing a green little boy, I like to help others. ===== CHAPTER 48 =====