Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

The rain in Tianqi City stops just as suddenly.

But the purple thunder that pierced the heavens and earth just now seemed to be engraved in everyone's soul, lingering there.

The charred crater was still emitting wisps of smoke, exuding a chilling aura of destruction.

Red King Xiao Yu scrambled onto the carriage, his once magnificent purple robe now covered in mud and even emitting an indescribable stench.

He no longer possessed the arrogance of "I am the king of the heavens," and his hand trembled as he lifted the curtain.

"Go... hurry! Back to the manor! Back to the manor!"

He roared shrilly, his voice completely out of tune.

That group of guards from the Crimson King's Palace, who had been so imposing, now looked like stray dogs, dragging their weapons and fleeing for their lives.

They could sense that the lightning bolt from just now was not a coincidence, but a true divine punishment. If that man had wanted to, everyone on this street would be ashes by now.

From the attics on both sides of the street, countless eyes were peering through the cracks in the windows at that ordinary inn.

"The Red King... he actually peed his pants in fear?"

"Who exactly is Su Changqing? His words can become law, summoning the Nine Heavens Thunder? Is this still martial arts?"

"The world is changing... This Apocalypse City is really about to change."

……

The second floor of the inn.

Su Changqing casually closed the window, as if he had just swatted a nasty fly. He turned around and looked at Lei Wujie and Wushuang, who were still standing there in a daze.

"What are you looking at? Don't you have any work to do? Go sweep the floor, that mud everywhere is annoying to look at."

Su Changqing gave Lei Wujie a sharp rap on the head, clearly annoyed.

"Wow! Brother-in-law, that move you just made was so cool! Teach me! I don't ask for much, just be able to kill a couple of people in the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm!" Lei Wujie rubbed his head and approached him with a fanatical expression.

"Slay the carefree Heavenly Realm? You'd better learn how to serve food without spilling soup first."

Su Changqing rolled his eyes and sat back down at the table.

At this moment, Xiao Se was sitting to the side, clutching the stack of silver notes he had just "extorted" from Jin Xian, his eyes somewhat deep.

"Sir, although Xiao Yu has been scared away, Tianqi City may not be so easy to settle down in."

Xiao Se said in a low voice, "My second brother has regained his sight, and I have already returned to the capital. In addition, with the master's miraculous appearance today, those old foxes are probably getting restless now."

Su Changqing took a sip of the cooled tea and said calmly, "If you can't sit still, stand up and move around. Sitting for too long can cause hemorrhoids. Xiao Se, what do you think of this inn?"

Xiao Se was taken aback and looked around: "Although it's a superior room, it's still someone else's place. The smell of perfume is too strong, and the air doesn't circulate well. It's not suitable for Nuonuo to stay for long."

"Hmm, that makes sense."

Su Changqing nodded.

"So I've decided, we need to have our own place. Staying in inns all the time makes us look like fugitives. Xiao Se, you're familiar with Tianqi City, do you know any houses with good feng shui, a large space, and not too noisy? Let's open a branch."

"Open a branch?"

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Lei Wujie's face fell: "Brother-in-law, we're already in Tianqi, and we still have to serve dishes?"

"Nonsense, if I don't serve dishes, who will support me?" Su Changqing glanced at him sideways. "This is called fighting to support the war, understand? We need a base so we can slowly settle accounts with those old men."

Xiao Se lowered his head and pondered for a moment, his mind rapidly scanning the distribution map of Tianqi City's major real estate developments.

"Speaking of a place with good feng shui and a large area, there is one. On the shore of Yong'an Lake in the west of the city, there is an old house. It used to be the residence of a retired minister, covering a vast area, with the backyard leading directly to the center of the lake. However..."

"Just what?" Su Changqing asked.

"But that house is now rumored to be haunted." Xiao Se's lips curled into a playful smile. "I heard there are unclean things inside, and crying can be heard every midnight. So it's been empty all this time, and even though the royal family wanted to take it back, no one dared to take over."

"A haunted house?"

Su Changqing chuckled and turned to look at Xiao Nuomi, who was braiding the doll's hair.

"Nuonuo, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Little Nuomi looked up, blinked her big eyes, and asked innocently, "What's a ghost? Is it tasty?"

"Haha, it doesn't taste good, but it's fun."

Su Changqing stood up and waved his hand, "There it is! Xiao Se, go and buy it. If they refuse to sell, tell them I am Su Changqing. If they still refuse to sell... have Wushuang perform the 'Radish Flower Sword Intent' for them."

……

With the combined support of money and power, Tianqi City's efficiency is astonishingly fast.

In less than two hours, the "haunted house" that had been abandoned for many years and was rumored to be haunted by the people was officially renamed "Changqinglou Tianqi Branch".

When Su Changqing and his entourage stopped in front of that gloomy gate with their carriage, the onlookers all kept their distance and pointed and whispered.

"Oh my god, these people are really courting death, daring to move into the Minister's residence?"

"I heard it's haunted there, and the gatekeepers who went in before all went crazy the next day."

"Shh, look at the leader, that's the guy who summoned lightning at the city gate earlier! Maybe he can even summon ghosts with lightning?"

Su Changqing stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at the two large doors that were peeling and covered with cobwebs.

He could sense a chilling, resentful aura emanating from the house, a result of years of darkness and blocked earth veins. But in the eyes of this terrestrial immortal, what did that matter?

"Lei Wujie, open the door."

"Okay!"

Lei Wujie stepped forward and pushed out with both palms.

"boom!"

The two heavy doors groaned in pain, and as dust billowed up, they revealed a courtyard overgrown with weeds and in ruins.

A cold wind blew out from inside, making Lei Wujie shiver.

"Hiss—brother-in-law, it's quite cold here."

Su Changqing carried Xiao Nuomi inside, his steps steady.

He frowned as he looked at the withered branches and fallen leaves filling the yard.

"It's too dirty. Musou, let's stretch our legs."

Wushuang didn't hold back either, slamming the Wushuang sword box on the ground behind him.

"Zheng—!!!"

Thirteen flying swords were drawn from their sheaths simultaneously!

But this time, they weren't used to kill people, nor were they used to cut vegetables.

Thirteen streaks of light weaved through the ruins, their sword energy like a tapestry. Some swords were cutting grass, some were carrying water, and some were even spinning like fans, swirling up the dust that had accumulated over a decade into the sky.

"go."

Su Changqing made a swipe with his fingertip.

A strong gust of wind rose from the ground, swirling the dust and debris in the air into a huge sphere, and then, with a "bang," it was thrown hundreds of feet away like trash.

In just a quarter of an hour.

The once gloomy and dilapidated courtyard has been completely transformed. Although it remains spacious, the chilling feeling has vanished, replaced by a refreshing coolness refined by the sword energy.

"Xiao Se, you're in charge of the interior design. If you don't have enough money, go to the White Prince's Mansion and ask for it. Just say it's what I said, and it'll be the consultation fee."

After giving his instructions, Su Changqing turned to look at Li Hanyi.

"Honey, how about we plant some peach trees in the backyard? Nuonuo likes them."

Li Hanyi's lips, hidden beneath her veil, curved slightly upward: "Whatever you say."

For the rest of the day, the entire Changqinglou Tianqi branch was in a state of "violent renovation".

Su Changqing personally cut down several of the most spiritually potent ancient trees on the outskirts of the imperial city (of course, he did so without asking permission). He whittled these timbers into roof beams, each cut imbued with the sword intent of the "Myriad Gods' Tribulation".

Houses built with this type of wood are warm in winter and cool in summer, and are protected from all evil spirits.

Lei Wujie carried the stone lion, weighing several hundred kilograms, running until he was covered in sweat. Xiao Se stood beside him, holding a pen and ink, precisely pointing out the placement of each piece of furniture.

"That screen, three inches to the left. Yes, that's where the energy converges."

"This plaque needs to be engraved by the gentleman himself."

Upon hearing this, Su Changqing put down the plane in his hand and casually picked up a piece of unknown black iron.

He joined his two fingers together, and like a dragon or snake in motion, he drew silver hooks on the black iron.

Changqinglou

Once the three large characters were carved, a surge of righteous energy burst forth, completely sweeping away the remaining darkness within a radius of several miles.

The experts in Tianqi City once again felt this terrifying tremor.

Qi Tianchen, the director of the Imperial Observatory, suddenly opened his eyes and looked westward, his eyes filled with horror.

"This stroke... is divine."

Ignoring the still-smoking alchemy furnace on his body, he flashed and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the shore of Yong'an Lake.

……

It was evening.

Two brand-new red lanterns have been hung in front of the new gate of Changqing Building.

Although it hasn't officially opened yet, the warm and peaceful atmosphere has already attracted many passersby to stop and watch.

"Is Mr. Su here? I apologize for my intrusion."

A gentle, warm voice rang out from outside the door.

An elderly man with an air of otherworldly wisdom, holding a whisk, stood quietly at the doorway. Although he appeared to have white hair, his skin was as smooth as a baby's, and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to see through everything.

"Director of the Imperial Observatory?"

Xiao Se was the first to step forward, his expression showing a hint of respect.

"Your Highness, it's been a long time." Qi Tianchen bowed slightly, his tone filled with emotion. "When we parted years ago, this old Taoist said that your life was not meant to end. Seeing you again today, I can see that you are indeed blessed with great fortune."

"Old Taoist priest, are you here for fortune telling or for a drink?"

Su Changqing emerged from behind the screen wall, still holding a half-eaten cucumber in his hand, his movements extremely casual.

Qi Tianchen looked at the young man in front of him, his pupils slightly contracting.

In his perception, Su Changqing in front of him didn't seem like a human being at all.

It's more like a black hole!

A black hole that can devour all cause and effect, all secrets of heaven!

He tried to deduce Su Changqing's fate, but found only emptiness there, and even his soul was almost sucked in.

"hiss--"

Qi Tianchen gasped, almost dropping his whisk.

"Sir, your skills are divine; I have learned a great deal from you."

He bowed solemnly, his previous composure gone. "This old Taoist has come for two reasons. First, at His Majesty's request, to visit the young prince. Second..."

He smelled a strange fragrance wafting in the air, his old face flushed slightly, "This old Taoist smelled a tea fragrance I've never seen before at the Imperial Observatory, and I couldn't resist, so I shamelessly came to ask for a cup."

Su Changqing smiled.

This old Taoist priest is quite honest.

"Alright, since we're neighbors, come in and sit down. Xiao Se, bring some tea. Use my packet of 'Enlightenment Tea' that I just dried."

"Okay."

Xiao Se is becoming more and more efficient at his work.

Before long, a pot of tea was served.

When the tea is poured into the cup, there is no amazing light effect, only a faint fragrance that seems to make one's soul tremble.

Qi Tianchen picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"Buzz!"

The top martial arts expert in the palace suddenly stiffened, his eyes widening in shock.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the once calm lake was instantly churned into a raging torrent! Countless insights into the Dao of Heaven and true interpretations of the Book of Changes flooded into his mind like a torrent!

The bottleneck he had been stuck on for twenty years shattered in that instant.

"This...this is tea?!"

Qi Tianchen trembled as he put down his teacup, his eyes filled with fervor. "This cup of tea is worth fifty years of my arduous cultivation! Sir... Sir is truly an immortal!"

Su Changqing curled his lip: "Is it really necessary? It's just some wild tea leaves, worthless. Old Taoist, you've had your tea, let's say a few words. In Tianqi City, who wants me dead the most lately?"

Qi Tianchen calmed his excited emotions and his expression became serious.

"Sir, your lightning strike today shattered the Crimson King's courage, but it also ignited his madness. That child, Xiao Yu, has always been unorthodox since childhood. He has now colluded with Nan Jue's forces, and even... brought out that person."

"Who is it?" Li Hanyi also came over and sat down next to Su Changqing.

"The Lone Sword Immortal, Luo Qingyang."

Qi Tianchen said in a deep voice, "It is said that Luo Qingyang has comprehended the Desolate Sword Dao and has reached the peak of the Divine Travel realm. He is only half a step away from the final level. Xiao Yu has offered Luo Qingyang a condition that he cannot refuse: to come to Tianqi to ask about the sword."

"Luo Qingyang?"

Li Hanyi's grip on her sword tightened slightly. That was the target she had always wanted to challenge, and also the undisputed number one in the world (before Su Changqing appeared).

Su Changqing merely snorted disdainfully.

"Number one in the world? To me, he's just meat-cutting material at best. Old Taoist, go back and tell the emperor that I don't like being disturbed. If he can't control his son, I'll do it for him. If he manages to kill him, don't blame me for not giving you advance notice."

Qi Tianchen smiled bitterly.

In the entire Northern Li, the only one who dares to threaten the emperor to kill his princes is probably the one right in front of us.

But he knew that Su Changqing was qualified.

"I will definitely bring it with me, old Taoist."

After seeing off the dejected Qi Tianchen, Changqing Tower fell completely silent.

The night was deep, and the moonlight shone into the courtyard.

Su Changqing held the sleeping Xiao Nuomi in his arms and looked at Li Hanyi beside him.

"Are you tired?" he asked softly.

"I'm not tired." Li Hanyi leaned on his shoulder. "With you here, I feel at ease."

"Let's open for business tomorrow." Su Changqing looked at the dark street outside the gate. "Our Tianqi branch needs a catchy name. Xiao Se, is the signboard ready?"

Xiao Se emerged from the shadows, holding a brand-new red cloth in his hand.

"It's finished. I guarantee that everyone in the Apocalypse will be spitting blood after reading it."

The red cloth was lifted, revealing that in addition to the three large characters "Changqinglou" on the signboard, there was also a line of smaller text below:

[Those who wish to kill, seize the throne, or seek medical treatment, please take a number and line up at the entrance. Anyone who cuts in line will be struck by lightning.]

Su Changqing laughed heartily.

"Okay! That's it! Time for bed!"

……

That night, countless people in Tianqi City suffered from insomnia.

White King Xiao Chong groped around his eye sockets in the darkness, feeling his vision gradually returning, his heart filled with an ambition he had never felt before.

In the secret chamber, the Crimson King Xiao Yu was smashing things like a madman, while his advisors knelt on the ground.

Inside the deep palace, Emperor Mingde remained silent for an entire night after listening to Qi Tianchen's report.

"Su Changqing..."

He looked at the moonlight outside the window, a complex expression on his aged face.

"Is my vast empire really going to be handed over to a tavern owner?"

he does not know.

But he knew that starting tomorrow, this city would no longer belong to the Xiao family.

……

Early the next morning.

In the west of Tianqi City, the originally gloomy "haunted house" was suddenly decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Changqinglou Tianqi Branch is officially open!

There was no ribbon-cutting ceremony, no congratulatory message.

Only Lei Wujie's hoarse voice let out a loud roar:

"The 'Heartbreak Rice' is limited to 30 servings! First come, first served! Get in line!!!"

That shout shattered the tranquility of the entire street.

The city-wide upheaval began with the aroma of that first bowl of fried rice.

We're writing this chapter slowly because we need to lay a solid foundation. Every brick in Tianqi City will eventually be trampled under Su Changqing's feet; we can't rush it.

Nuonuo woke up and ran happily over to the newly sprouted peach blossoms in the yard.

"Daddy, the flowers are blooming!"

Su Changqing smiled indulgently: "Yes, the flowers have bloomed, and it's time for the bad guys to take their final bow."