No wonder……

No wonder Dou Zi said that the seventh floor houses the most dangerous people in the world.

"We have been friends with each other for a long time, but we haven't had the chance to meet him yet."

Xu Youan responded casually, "I just learned the name by chance."

"How could it be such a coincidence..."

The water ghost narrowed his eyes, but did not dig deeper, "What do you mean when you say Taiping Dao didn't damage the foundation?"

"It means..."

Xu Youan seems to really intend to explain.

However, a loud cry suddenly sounded, interrupting his subsequent words.

——Woah woah woah woah!

Xu Youan's expression changed drastically. He didn't care and just coaxed his son in front of the water ghost.

"..."

Xu Chong was speechless for a while.

There's obviously more to come later, why would you suddenly reveal it to me like this?

He wanted to contain it, but unfortunately his existence was just an audience to this scene and he had no ability to interfere.

Not long after, the baby fell into a deep sleep under Xu Youan's comfort.

Xu Chong's consciousness was also completely dim.

"...Living in Chishangyan, my mind wanders to the outer world."

"What a poem, what a poem!"

"Got to write it down."

Lin Kuang, who took office as the Taoist Master of Taiping Dao, got another "masterpiece", so he lay on the ground and wrote it loudly.

Xu Chong sat up and looked at this scene speechlessly and incomprehensibly.

Through the conversation between the third master and the water ghost, he is now very curious about this Lin Kuang.

What kind of ability does Lin Kuang have that allows the third master to be a godly friend for a long time?

It can’t be those extremely productive verses, right?

As for who is the most dangerous person...

There is no doubt that the imperial court deliberately spread it like this.

After thinking for a while, Xu Chong said: "Can you stop writing poetry?"

"..."

Lin Kuang raised his head in shock, "Aren't you mute?"

"I just don't want to talk to you."

Xu Chong replied.

"All right……"

Lin Kuang sighed, nodded and said, "Is my talent so dazzling that it makes you feel ashamed?"

Xu Chong: "..."

"That seems to be it."

Lin Kuang became more confident, "It's my fault for not thinking carefully and hurting you."

"But think about it..."

Lin Kuang pointed at the poems on the ground and said solemnly: "If these eternal masterpieces cannot be passed down, it will be a loss for everyone in the world!"

Xu Chong: "???"

"And you will become the sinner who will cause everyone in the world and all future generations to suffer losses!"

Lin Kuang looked at Xu Chong deeply.

"..."

Xu Chong was stunned for a long time and said depressedly: "If you want to show off, you can use your realm and your identity as the Taoist Master of Taiping Dao. There is really no need to compose poetry."

An aboriginal from another world used poetry to compare to a traveler.

This is so explosive.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lin Kuang looked up to the sky and smiled, "State? Identity? Such foreign objects will be nothing more than a handful of loess in a thousand years. Who will still remember me, Lin Kuang? Only my poetry can be passed down through the ages, so that I, Lin Kuang, will not lose my name."

"But the problem is..."

Xu Chong hesitated again and again, but still said: "Not to mention whether your poem is a masterpiece or not, even if it is... don't forget that this is a prison."

Thousands of years later, I am afraid that the level of the imperial prison will still climb higher, from a low-grade cave to a middle-grade cave.

By then, the rules of this seventh level will be even more powerful.

It is very possible that it has changed from a place where prisoners are imprisoned to a place where prisoners are executed.

If these poems are left here, who can take them out?

Yes means no.

"What about imprisonment?"

Lin Kuang didn't care at all, "The sun and the moon rotate endlessly, and the heaven and the earth may turn upside down, let alone the imperial edict."

Sure enough, there is no point in trying to reason with a paranoid.

Xu Chong nodded helplessly: "...Okay, you are right."

Unexpectedly, it was just a perfunctory sentence, but it immediately lifted Lin Kuang's spirits.

"You actually understood it so quickly?"

Lin Kuang flipped up his long unkempt hair, revealing an old face, and said with great surprise: "Those two people before didn't understand it until they died here."

"Dead?"

Xu Chong looked around and asked, "Has the body been cleared out?"

"No way."

Lin Kuang shook his head, "They all became nutrients for the fire moss."

"..."

Xu Chong's face suddenly darkened.

"Don't mention those two."

Lin Kuang waved his hand and said: "It's rare to meet a confidant who understands me, so I can't be stingy... How about I teach you how to compose poetry?"

Xu Chong tugged at the corner of his mouth, simply lay down on his side and ignored it.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

"Since I preach, I must teach it with all my heart and without reservation."

"Turn around..."

…

…

To the east of Daqing, above the endless sea, there is a huge island.

The entire island is shrouded in natural mist, and the pavilions and pavilions are faintly revealed, making it look like a fairyland.

This is where the main gate of Taiping Road is.

It also has another name, Taiping Township.

I am afraid that no one from Daqing can imagine that the largest stronghold of the rebels is actually on an island.

Before Li Xiangxue arrived, he didn't expect it to be like this.

Taiping Road is not only not as solemn and solemn as imagined, but also peaceful and peaceful.

Fishermen held large and small fishing boats, sang beautiful songs, and worked around the island.

On the island, there are restaurants, pharmacies, clothing shops and schools.

Apart from being much larger than Canglong, there is no obvious difference.

Oh, there is no government here.

"If there is no government, what will happen if someone does bad things?"
To be continued...