Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

"Situ Yifan is here!"

As a loud male voice fell, two people who looked like officials walked in from outside.

It’s not Chun Shisan Niang. Situ Yifan let out a long sigh and stepped out from the darkness.

"Who are you two?"

"We are the officials from Qing County. We are here on the orders of the county magistrate to see how you are preparing. When are you going to the capital?" said one of the older officials.

"Oh, it turns out to be the official from Qing County."

Situ Yifan clasped his fists towards the two of them and said, "We're ready. We can leave tomorrow."

The older official nodded and said, "Situ Yifan, the county magistrate said that when you go there, you should behave well in front of the prince. I think you should understand what the county magistrate means without me saying anything."

Situ Yifan smiled and said, "Of course, I will definitely say a few good words for the county magistrate in front of the prince, don't worry."

The official nodded with satisfaction, seeming to admire Situ Yifan's knowledge and adaptability.

"That's good. You are indeed quite smart. This trip to the capital is not only an opportunity for you, but also an honor for our Qing County."

"The county magistrate has high hopes for you, so we have prepared five carriages for you this time. If they are not enough, you can ask for more and we will prepare more for you."

Situ Yifan was very surprised. He knew he would definitely need a carriage to go to the capital.

For a total of nine people, plus musical instruments and costumes, at least four carriages would be needed, which was also a considerable expense.

Unexpectedly, the magistrate of Qing County was so thoughtful and prepared everything.

"Where is the carriage?" Situ Yifan asked happily.

"Just outside the cave."

The older official waved his hand and led Situ Yifan and his group out of the cave.

Outside the mine, the sun was shining brightly, illuminating the open space outside the cave. Five spacious carriages were glowing in the sun.

Five drivers in their forties were sitting in front of the carriage, whips in hand, looking forward to it.

"That's great. The county magistrate is really thoughtful." Situ Yifan walked forward quickly and couldn't help but admire.

The older officer turned around, glanced at Situ Yifan, and asked, "Are five carriages enough?"

"Enough! Enough!" Situ Yifan nodded and asked, "The carriage is enough, but the fare and meal expenses..."

"You don't have to pay for it. The master has already negotiated with them. You just use it." said the older official.

Situ Yifan expressed his gratitude again.

After seeing off the official, he turned around and took a few of his men to prepare the equipment for the trip to the capital.

Looking at everyone busy at work, Chengfeng was also happy for Situ Yifan.

This brother's cultivation path is different from others. He needs to swallow a lot of metal objects to make progress.

Over the years, although his cultivation has improved a little, it is still too slow.

Chengfeng knew that Situ Yifan's cultivation was facing a bottleneck period, and now he needed a large amount of gold and silver to make a breakthrough.

Now is a good opportunity. If the performance is successful, you can get a lot of gold and silver from the prince.

As a friend, I must do my part to help him complete this performance.

The next day, Situ Yifan hung a banner with the words "Hengda Song and Dance Troupe" on each carriage.

A group of nine people set off in five carriages.

Chengfeng and Situ Yifan rode in a carriage.

The two of them drank tea in the car and talked about some things to pay attention to during the performance, and they didn't feel lonely.

After a few days' journey, the prosperous city of Chang'an gradually rose from the horizon, and various magnificent buildings slowly unfolded in the morning light.

The city walls of Chang'an tower into the clouds, and the blue bricks and grey tiles reveal the vicissitudes and weight of history.

The golden characters inlaid on the city gate sparkle in the sun, highlighting the dignity and extraordinaryness of the ancient capital.

Chengfeng and Situ Yifan were sitting in the carriage, admiring the prosperous scene of this historic city through the half-open curtains.

A group of soldiers on horseback and carrying swords came running over from not far away.

The leader was a man in his thirties, wearing bright armor and in high spirits. He stopped the two men's carriages with a wave of his hand.

"Are you the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe from Qingcheng Mountain?"

Situ Yifan jumped off the carriage and bowed to the visitor, "We are. Is this the Crown Prince's chief guard, Ye Fan?"

Ye Fan glanced at Situ Yifan and nodded, "Are you Situ Yifan?"

"It's me." Situ Yifan bowed and responded.

Through the gap in the curtains, Chengfeng saw that the chief guard named Ye Fan was staring at Situ Yifan sharply and seriously asking about the personnel situation of the "Evergrande Song and Dance Troupe".

Situ Yifan was calm and answered all the questions he raised one by one.

In this kind of situation, Chengfeng didn't want to show up too often, nor did he want to deal with officials, so he sat in the car and waited for time.

Finally, several soldiers checked every carriage and found nothing unusual.

Ye Fan nodded, indicating that he could be allowed to pass.

Situ Yifan didn't delay any longer, turned back to the carriage, and said to Chengfeng excitedly: "Brother, are you ready? We are going to the palace."

Ride the wind with peace of mind and be unperturbed.

Not to mention the Prince's Eastern Palace, I had even been to the Forbidden City in Heaven and the sacred place of Yaochi with my master.

The Prince’s Eastern Palace is just an insignificant stop in his life journey.

If it weren't for friendship, I wouldn't bother coming to the East Palace or the West Palace.

Cheng Feng smiled calmly, "Brother, you are the team leader, everything will be up to you."

Following Ye Fan's lead, the Hengda convoy entered Chang'an City.

The convoy drove in slowly, the sound of horse hooves and the rumbling of wheels intertwined and echoed in the bustling streets.

Soon, a huge city inn appeared in front of everyone.

A huge plaque was hung above the post station, with four large gold-plated characters "Beijing Post Station" inscribed on it.

On both sides of the inn's gate, there was a red lantern hanging, swaying gently in the wind.

Ye Fan dismounted and ordered the convoy to stop.

Situ Yifan walked out of the carriage, "Captain of the Guard, this is..."

Ye Fan said indifferently: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that you should rest in the inn first, and then meet with the other music houses in the afternoon."

"Are there other music houses?"

Situ Yifan was slightly stunned, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, "Captain of the Guard, why is this? Aren't we the only ones?"

"The only one? You stinky men want to be the only one?"

Ye Fan showed disdain on his face, "The country is so big, how many famous music houses are there in the country? But only a few can be invited."

"You country bumpkins, it's already a blessing from your ancestors that you were invited. Do you still want to be the only one? This idea is so naive and ridiculous."