Yan Ji.

An inner disciple of the Xuantian Alliance.

Born into a small family in Wenshui City, he showed talent in martial arts since childhood and was supported by the whole family. At a young age, he was already in the ninth rank.

It's only one step away from the tenth level.

This man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, and a square face. He is less than thirty years old, but he has a weather-beaten look.

The gray old cloth robe on his body has been washed very clean, and it can be seen that he is not rich.

"Sit, sit!"

After leading a few people to sit down, Yan Ji looked at the child in Qian Xiaoyun's arms, opened his mouth, and his eyes were filled with sadness:

"I thought you and Xun Jian would be able to avoid the disasters here if they went back, but I never thought that even in Huojiabao, you still wouldn't be able to live in peace."

"Don't worry, Sister Yun, I will find a way to cure the child."

Qian Xiaoyun nodded silently.

She knew Yan Ji's character, dull and honest, unable to say words of comfort, but the sincerity in his eyes was something she had never seen in a long time.

Huo Xunjian's death was a heavy blow to her.

All along, the pain in my heart has nowhere to vent, I can only cry silently in the dead of night, and act strong again in the morning.

Zhou Jia is a nice person.

But his temperament is too cold, making it difficult for people to get close to him.

Now Yan Ji's few words seemed to turn on the switch of grief in her heart for a long time, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Sister Yun!"

Yan Ji looked panicked and at a loss:

"Don't cry, don't cry. Xian Jian certainly doesn't want to see you like this. He might think I'm bullying you again."

He has a dull personality to begin with, and is not good at emotions or interacting with others, and now he doesn't even know where to put his hands and feet.

"I'm fine." Qian Xiaoyun shook his head gently:

"I just remembered the past and couldn't control it. Brother Yan, don't worry."

Zhou Jia sat opposite, Quan acted as an audience.

He was not interested in the past stories between the two of them. He only knew that the Huo family brought a group of people to Hongze Territory and wanted to make a living.

Huo Xunjian and Qian Xiaoyun are among them.

period.

They met Yan Ji and became good friends.

Later, for unknown reasons, the Huo family offended a certain force and had no choice but to flee back to Huojiabao. Huo Xunjian and Qian Xiaoyun later got married.

“Snowy sweet cake!”

"Dried fish... salted fish for eight cents and one tael..."

"Blue porcelain, silk satin, rouge and gouache..."

Various shouts came from the street, and the lively crowd below could be seen through the windows.

This is just an inconspicuous small street in Wenshui City. You can still see people coming and going on the street, which is peaceful and stable.

"very nice."

Luo Xiuying was nibbling a shortbread on the side with tears in her eyes:

"It would be better if dad was here too."

Zhou Jia reached out and rubbed her head.

Compared with Huojiabao, the atmosphere here is more reassuring, and you can see gray-haired old men on the street from time to time.

To know.

Even in the inner city of Huojiabao, there are very few old people.

This gave Zhou Jia a lot more confidence in his future life.

He never forgot his intention.

live on,

On this basis, increase strength.

This world is too dangerous, with zombies, ferocious beasts, monsters... Even a strong black iron man cannot guarantee that nothing will happen.

Only when you are alive can you have hope.

A safe place like Hongzeyu can undoubtedly provide a basis for survival.

Not like outside...

"Bang!"

A loud noise interrupted his contemplation.

On the street, several people in black uniforms surrounded a well-dressed man, each holding a sword and pounced on him with a fierce look on his face.

Both the big man and the people who besieged him were not weak in strength, with six or seven levels of cultivation.

They acted without scruple, and pedestrians and shops on the street were immediately damaged, and in the blink of an eye they were in a mess.

The shelves were overturned to the ground, food was trampled carelessly, and swords and swords were everywhere.

Several pedestrians were unable to dodge and got involved. They were immediately struck by swords and fell to the ground screaming.

"Mi family criminal guard, who is that person? How dare you offend them?"

"Who dares to offend them in Wenshui City? That person seems to be from the Qi Family Martial Arts School. He was targeted. This time the martial arts school is over."

"But the price paid by the Mi family was too low for the trouble caused by the acquisition of the martial arts gym."

"Be careful what you say, be careful what you say."

All kinds of whispers came from around him. Even if his talent for listening to the wind was not stimulated, Zhou Jia could still hear them clearly and his eyes could not help but sink.

Apparently, this place is not a paradise either.

Too,

How can there be a paradise in this kind of world?

"ah!"

"puff!"

Screams sounded.

Although the well-dressed man was very capable, he finally failed when faced with the siege of several people. After desperately killing two people, he was hanged with a knife.

Blood splattered all over the long street.

"Packing up, tidy up!"

A man in black uniform waved:

"let's go!"

Immediately, someone trotted over, picked up the corpse on the ground, picked up the fallen weapons and money bags, and followed Mijia Xingwei away.

As for the people who were affected just now...

You can only consider yourself unlucky.

"The Mi family is one of the three major families in Wenshui City. There are several strong black iron men in the family, and their children have worshiped the inner sect of the Xuantian Alliance for generations."

Seeing several people with different expressions, Yan Ji whispered:

"Here, the Mi family must not be offended."

Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

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Although Yan Ji is plainly dressed, he is an inner disciple of the Xuantian Alliance and is not weak in strength, so his income is actually not low.

It's just habitual frugality, coupled with excessive consumption of martial arts, and lack of wealth accumulation.

Therefore, the Yan family is still a small family.

In order to entertain the distinguished guests, Yan Ji arranged for a few people to stay in a nearby inn, and even rented two simple courtyards at a large price.

The sun is scorching.

In a corner of the courtyard, it was drizzling.

Zhou Jia, who had put on a long casual suit, stood aside, with his hands behind his back, looking at the weeds watered by the drizzle. There seemed to be something interesting that made him indulge in it, and he did not want to leave for a long time.

"Source power?"

Yan Ji appeared next to him, squinted his eyes and felt it, and said:

"I heard from Sister Yun that Brother Zhou's martial arts skills are as good as those of tenth-level masters. Who would have thought that he also practices source power magic?"

"Rain belt source power, but spiritual rain technique?"

"No." Zhou Jia shook his head.

"What kind of magic is that?" Yan Ji sounded curious.

"Three Treasures, the highest grade supreme treasure, the Spiritual Rain Technique!" Zhou Jia looked serious.

"...?" Yan Ji's mouth twitched:
To be continued...