Feishicheng is the most remote town in Qingzhou and even the entire Zhao Kingdom. It is located in the westernmost part of the Zhao Kingdom. Further west is the vast wilderness mountain range of unknown depth. Due to its special geographical location, transportation is extremely inconvenient. There is only one road connecting it to the outside world.

As such an enclave, it has no strategic value at all, but it is an indispensable part of Qingzhou. It is needed to supply half of the stone building materials in Qingzhou. At the same time, the monsters everywhere in the Great Wilderness Mountains make it a very good place.

In the hunting ground, a considerable number of swordsmen and spirit swordsmen in Qingzhou hunt monsters here, either for survival or for cultivation.

It is said to be a small city, but its population density is no less than that of ordinary medium-sized cities. Of course, most of them are businessmen, wandering swordsmen, spiritual swordsmen and other floating population. The few civilians in the city are not engaged in production and planting, and basically open inns, hunt, and gather.

Medicine makes a living. It can be said that Feishicheng is completely a commercial city.

Looking at the square city in front of us, which is only four or five miles long on a side, it is hard to imagine that there are actually 200,000 people crammed into it! And this city with a population of 200,000 ushered in its new life today.

's owner.

Fang Ye, the Marquis of Dingbei, joined the army at the age of eighteen. As an ordinary soldier, he accumulated merits and became the Commander-in-Chief of Langya Camp, the Four Great Swordsmen Camp of Zhao State. At the age of thirty-four, he was made a Marquis by the imperial court and given the title of Dingbei. He was responsible for the military affairs of the entire north.

For ten years, the Yan State failed to move south under its intimidation. Instead, it was designed to recapture several border towns that had been lost for many years. Their achievements were comparable to those of the veteran heroes who expanded the territory at the beginning of the founding of the Zhao State. Therefore, after Fang Ye's death,

The imperial court granted the Fang family the hereditary title of Marquis of Dingbei, and permanently granted Feishicheng as a fiefdom to the Fang family. There are many marquises in Zhao State, but there are no more than three marquises with this kind of hereditary title and a city as a fiefdom.

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Regarding the arrival of Fang Rou's sister and brother, the officials of Feishicheng had already received the news, and had already led the officials at all levels in the city and the swordsmen to line up outside the city to welcome them. From today on, the official appointments in Feishicheng no longer belong to the imperial court, but to the imperial court.

He is the new owner who is coming, so no one is uninterested.

At the front of the welcoming procession, several adults wearing brand-new official robes of various colors were full of joy, but there was a hint of worry hidden deep in their eyes. A fat official in the second column was wiping his face.

While he was sweating, he whispered to the person standing at the front of the team: "Master Sikong, what does it mean that the imperial court suddenly sent a marquis? Could it be that the higher-ups are aware of it?"

The man was about fifty years old, with a majestic face. It seemed that he had been brought up as a commander who had been in power and issued orders for many years. He glanced sternly at the timid subordinate and scolded in a low voice: "Don't think nonsense, if the court really notices it,

We will definitely send an imperial envoy here. There is no way we can enfeoff Feishicheng. Moreover, we are extremely careful in doing things and there is no way it will be leaked. Please relax, I heard that Dingbei Hou only has a son and a daughter, and the son is only five years old.

, my daughter is known as the Shuangshu in the capital and must be a vase. As long as we make them happy, this Feishi City will still be our world."

"Yes, yes, I understand." The fat official nodded repeatedly, but his eyes were twitching, not knowing what he wanted to write.

Lord Sikong stared at the fat official again, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he snorted and ignored him.

"I'm coming!"

Suddenly, the swordsman's warning call came from the watchtower on the city wall.

Sure enough, after a while, a dark shadow gradually appeared at the end of Dongfang Chi Road, and it was vaguely distinguishable as a convoy of about thirty or forty people.

Mo Wen had long seen the huge welcoming team outside the city gate. At this time, he had already put on a blue and white sword robe commonly worn by swordsmen and ordinary spirit sword masters. This was sent by Fang Rou personally. After all, he

His identity is already the future swordsmanship instructor of the young Marquis, and it is a bit inappropriate to wear the armor of the Black Wind Iron Guard. Therefore, Mo Wen at this time is not eye-catching at all, and outsiders only regard him as an ordinary swordsman of the Marquis Mansion.

"Welcome the City Lord!"

The welcoming officials, led by the two top leaders of Feishicheng, Sikong and Sijian, all bowed down, and hundreds of swordsmen who relied on them even knelt down. It seemed that a lot of effort had been put into welcoming these officials this time, and not only the etiquette was exhausted.

The son of Marquis Dingbei had just turned five years old at this time, and the law of Zhao State stipulates that no one under the age of sixteen can inherit the title, so calling him Little Marquis would not be dignified enough, and

The title City Lord is accurate, generous, noble, and domineering. It combines all the advantages and is just right for the present.

The young Marquis Fang Ping sat nervously on the shaft of the carriage. He was a little overwhelmed by the scene in front of him. He had already forgotten all his sister's explanations in Java, and stared at the crowd of people lying down with his big dark eyes.

"Everyone, get up. My younger brother hasn't inherited the title yet, so there's no need to be polite." In the end, Fang Rou had to come to the rescue and leaned out of the carriage.

As she appeared, the sound of breathing could be clearly heard below. There were all big men present. Although Fang Rou was wearing a veil, her silhouette, temperament, and aura undoubtedly deeply attracted and stimulated every male creature.

"Thank...Thank you, Miss!" Mr. Sikong, who had remained calm despite being overwhelmed, also made a rare mistake.

Standing up from the ground, Lord Sikong adjusted his position and seemed much more calm. He said to the siblings in the car: "Please move the city lord and the eldest lady to another mansion. The officials and others have prepared a banquet to welcome the city lord and the eldest lady."

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There was a hint of hesitation on Fang Rou's face. Now that she had finally returned to her hometown after a long journey, she just wanted to take a rest as soon as possible. The guards under her were also exhausted to the extreme. But she did not refuse in the end. After all, this is her brother's territory and the city's.

Governance also relies on these officials, and emotional communication is also necessary.

The banquet was held at Sikong's house. Mo Wen originally wanted to follow the black-armored guards to the servants' seat, but Fang Rou stopped him and gave him the chairmanship, second only to Governor Zhang, because as a fifth-level

Spirit Sword Master Liu Dutong is not qualified to sit here.

Seeing that this unattractive young man was actually given the honorary seat by Fang Rou, a look of surprise flashed across the faces of Sikong Sijian and other senior officials at the same table, and they looked at Mo Wen with a dignified look.

"This is Young Master Wen Mo, my brother's swordsmanship instructor, a swordsman with superb swordsmanship. Thanks to Young Master Wen's escort along the way, we were able to safely return to Feishicheng." Fang Rou took the initiative to introduce.

Officials at all levels were relieved and toasted to Mo Wen one after another. A super-class swordsman is indeed respected, because if you want to become a super-class swordsman, your sword skills must reach the state where the sword follows the heart and the sword moves. This state is the ultimate expression of swordsmanship.

Ninety-nine percent of swordsmen will not be able to comprehend it in their lifetime. It can be said that the number of super-class swordsmen is much less than the number of fourth-level spiritual swordsmen, because being a high-level spiritual swordsman may not necessarily reach the super-class realm in swordsmanship. Some seventh-level swordsmen

Even eighth-level or even ninth-level spiritual swordsmen may not necessarily be able to follow their hearts with their swords. They just have outstanding sword energy skills. Therefore, someone like Mo Wen who has reached a first-class swordsmanship level at such a young age is even more valuable. However,

They just respect him. If he is not a spiritual sword master, he is still a mortal.

After that, officials at all levels began to introduce themselves. First of all, they were Sijian and Sikong, who were the leaders of the city's military and political affairs. According to Zhao State's practice, the highest executive of each city is the city lord, who is usually held by Zhao State nobles or children of the royal family. Depending on their status and ability,

In managing cities of different sizes, this type of people often do not really take care of things. The real ones in charge are Sikong and Sijian of the city. Sikong is in charge and is responsible for all affairs of the city except military affairs. Si Jian is in charge of military affairs and is responsible for the defense and warfare of the city.

, so Sikong and Sijian can be said to be the top leaders of a city.

The original city lord of Feishi City was a noble viscount. He was transferred from Feishi City after it was granted the title of Marquis of Dingbei. The nobleman didn’t know what stimulation he received here, but he left immediately after being transferred and handed over to the next city lord.

All the work is saved.

"The lower official Huang Renjian is now the Sikong of Feishi City. From now on, he will manage the city for the city lord." The official who took the lead in welcoming the convoy stood up and said.

"Your Majesty Wei Yan, Sijian of Feishicheng." Mr. Sijian is a middle-aged man in his forties. He acts as meticulously as an ordinary soldier, and his introduction is no nonsense.

"Liu Dao, the master of the swordsman hall in Feishicheng, Xiaguan."

"Du Heishui, a magistrate of Feishicheng, a lower official."

"A pound of criminal history in Feishicheng, Xianguan."

"Pang Guang, the official library of Feishicheng."

"Xiaguan Feishicheng Dianwei Wangba."

"Xiaguan Feishicheng Dianjun Zhao Qingshan."

"Xiaguan Feishicheng Dian needs Yu Sheng."

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With the introduction of the second- and third-tier officials, the banquet is coming to an end. Normally, after everyone has met the Shangguan at this time, they will invite some singers and dancers to add to the fun, and even recruit prostitutes from brothels to help with the drinking. When the Shangguan is tired, they will directly serve the Shangguan.

Rest is used to warm the bed, but now their Shangguan is just five years old, and there is also a beautiful sister who has not yet left the palace. Looking for these things to entertain is not just looking for sex? So it is omitted directly. The main purpose of the reception banquet is also to let Shangguan

Let me get to know each other.

But even so, it was already dark after a banquet, and Fang Rou and his party were arranged into the city lord's mansion that had been prepared. Mo Wen was assigned to an independent courtyard because of his special status.

Standing in the yard, Mo Wen looked up at the moon hanging on the sky, where he faintly saw his mother's voice and smile, and his heart ached. He pressed the small blue jade sword hanging on his chest and murmured to himself: "

Wait, I will go back."

The little blue jade sword showed its power for the second time that night. After that, his sword energy became more condensed and his cultivation became more refined. Judging from the time, the first time the little blue jade sword showed its power and the second time were exactly one month apart.
Chapter completed!