Although the ancient Qingcheng is an ordinary city, it covers a large area and is surrounded by thousands of smaller towns. It is the economic center of the ordinary city in this county. It is well-connected and the city wall is as high as 19 meters. It will take at least nearly a hundred years to cast this iron barrel of golden city.

The official road from Guqing County, Luoyang Prefecture to Shu County, Qinzhou is one of the few economic roads in the two prefectures. The land and mountains in the Jushan area are sparsely populated because it is close to the boundless mountain jungle, and there are many poisonous insects and beasts. Except for the tribes whose ancestors lived in the mountains, there are almost few people. It was not until the ancient Qingcheng that some small towns and villages were sparsely populated.

It was dusk now, and the clouds in the sky were rolling violently, and lightning flashed across the boundless sky, roaring loudly, and countless heavy raindrops hit the plains, splashing splashes of water, and huge black clouds carrying thousands of thunder collided together. Sparks burst out at the edge of the impact, and thunder roared, shaking the world.

The city walls called Qingshi City have gradually become silent in the bad weather. In the past, the night market was noisy at this time. Only the brothels with constant noise and the noisy and lively restaurants were brightly lit, singing and dancing as before. I am afraid that the brothel women will have a few more orders to stay tonight. The city gates have just been closed tightly with the efforts of a few soaked soldiers. The golden light of the evening should have been swept away by the storm and rain. The sky has been completely cloudy. Thick dark clouds cover the sky and the sun. From time to time, a flash of lightning flashed, mixed with violent rain and ravaging everything unscrupulously.

With a creaking sound, the door of the Fulai Inn was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind blew into the warm inn. The cold rain hit the threshold and instantly wet the ground in the radius of a few steps in front of the door.

The waiter Ah Fu was about to scold him when he saw four black figures standing behind the young man who was pushing open the door, with big arms and round waists standing in the wind and rain. He looked like he was not a good person. He quickly changed his face, walked up to him and pulled the person into the house, and said flatteringly: "My uncles, there are two large empty rooms in the small shop today. Come in and warm up your body and eat some hot dishes." While saying that, he patted the young man's clothes in front of him with a towel.

At this time, there were two tables of people sitting in the lobby on the first floor, one table was a few people with swords and swords, eating and drinking, and the other table was two young men in silk dress, dressed in luxurious clothes, and they were like rich young men. At this time, someone came in and looked at them.

Xu Yan brought in with a few masked men in black and were in a very bad mood. He was a cultivator in Qihai Realm, but at this time he did not have half a spiritual weapon, and he could only use Xuan Qi to control some low-level magic weapons and talismans. The several pills he carved had long been consumed, and the Xuan Qi recovered very slowly. Therefore, this heavy rain made him, a person who cultivated Xuan in Qihai Realm, almost shed his whole body, his black and wet hair hanging on his forehead, and his cheeks were washed away by blood scabs and mud, showing his original fairness and beauty.

Feeling the gazes from several people in the lobby, Xu Yan snorted in his heart, pushed Afu away, and sat on an empty table. His hands in his sleeves tightly pinched the bell, and thought to himself. The first man in black who came in the door took out a wet purse from his arms and threw it in front of Afu. Then the four men stood behind Xu Yan, without saying a word, even regardless of the dripping water on his body.

"Waiter, go and buy me some sets of clothes, and then two plates of hot dishes, and you will be rewarded with the remaining money." Xu Yan was wet on the surface, but in fact his underwear was not wet. Although he could not condense the air into a hood, he kept using spiritual energy to circulate on the surface of his skin. It was just too consuming spiritual energy and was indecent.

"Young master, please forgive me for saying that you have so many people under you. Are two dishes enough? Our store has a special iron plate roast chicken and braised beef. How many pounds do you want?" A Fu saw several big men behind Xu Yan, his eyes rolled and he smiled charmingly.

Xu Yan didn't say anything, and he didn't even raise his head, and was still playing with the bronze bell in his hand. A man in black stepped forward and picked up Afu's thin body. Afu's feet were hanging in the air, and his neck seemed to be stuck in iron. His terrified eyes were facing the gray and dull eyes outside the big man's face.

"Uncle, please spare me. I'm not afraid to talk nonsense, big... I'm not talking nonsense anymore." Afu struggled and shouted. Hearing the sound, two greasy people rushed out of the door behind the wooden stairs, holding spoons and kitchen knives in their hands. They were obviously people like chefs. When these two people saw this scene, they could see that it must be the waiter who messed with the young master and was taught a lesson by his servants. The chef who held the spoon stuttered to Xu Yan: "Our boss is Mr. Zhao's younger brother. I also asked the young master to raise his hands and give him a thin face. Today, the small shop treats you to drink."

The man in black let go of his hand. Afu trembled on the ground and picked up his purse, showing a uglier smile to Xu Yan than crying, and said, "Young Master, wait a moment, I'll do what you ordered now." After that, he said a few words to the chef, and pushed the door open with the purse and ran into the rain.

The two chefs accused him of guilt and went into the inner room to prepare the meal.

At this time, the people from the martial arts world stopped drinking. One of the rough men with a loud voice glanced at Xu Yan with a little alcoholism and said loudly: "Now the children of wealthy businessmen who rely on their little power will bully civilians who cannot do martial arts. Let Lao Tie, a hero who kills the rich and helps the poor, meet him, and kills him all, and distributes his money to the poor and burdened people!"

"Brother Tie said it well!"

"Brother Tie is proud and arrogant, and he will definitely be a hero in the future!"

The classmates shouted loudly and looked at Xu Yan from time to time with provocative eyes. These martial arts people who are not good at martial arts are not good at doing their jobs all day long, forcing some money from the so-called wealthy family, and do not think about martial arts and make progress, and they eat and drink wildly. Those who are really rich and powerful will not dare to move.

Today, they were also relying on the alcohol to see Xu Yan's clothes in ragged cloth clothes. They thought they were not a very rich family, but just a few bodyguards, so they became stronger and sarcastic, venting some resentment that they were usually bullied by the government.

Xu Yan picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth to chew it slowly, completely ignoring the shouts of the martial arts people on the table next to him. The men with black scarf masks behind him did not say a word, standing behind him like a piece of wood, with a dull look as if nothing could attract them.

The rough man with the surname Tie was a little drunk, and when he was flattered by his classmates, he was so dizzy that he was really a hero. He opened his eyes angrily and said to Xu Yan's table: "Brother, this is a rainy night, and all the households are closed to hide from the rain. That waiter is just a odd job, and it's also pitiful. Why do you want to bully him? He really doesn't be a son!" After all, he saw the big men behind Xu Yan and didn't say too much.

Xu Yan's hand holding the water cup stopped, turned his head to look at the people on the table, without saying a word. Several men in black were walking forward in unison. The wooden floor was "kneading", and suddenly there was a silence in the lobby on the first floor, leaving only the wind and rain outside the door, and the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the doors and windows was particularly clear.

"Oh, you have something to say, don't be angry." A silk-clothed man on the other table picked up his wine glass and smiled, "It's so clear that he still comes to this inn to rest. Seeing that these are not locals, you must have either passed by or been in charge. Since that's the case, getting together is fate. Why bother to get angry for a small waiter?"

This silk-clothed young man looked fair and elegant, had a generous manner, and spoke politely, which made people feel alike.

"That's true, but this guy is inappropriate in doing the facts. Brother Tie can't stand it, so he advised him. Brother Tie had a kind intention, so he hoped that he would not misunderstand it." A white-clothed scholar next to the man surnamed Tie who had not drunk much stood up and bowed to Xu Yan and the two young masters, which also gave the man surnamed Tie a step. They also saw the extraordinaryness of the man surnamed Tie behind Xu Yan. In their opinion, those man actions were very similar to those of the powerful generals in the military, so it would be better to be offended.

The door of the inn was pushed open, and another cold wind blew into the door with cold rain. A man covered in rags entered the room, dripping with water all over his body, and he was holding a package with several layers of cloth in his arms. He turned the door and walked to Xu Yan flatteringly, handed the package on his back, took out a small bag of silver, and said, "Young Master, I bought the things you asked me to buy, this is the remaining money."

It is not difficult for anyone with a discerning eye to see that he could earn half a tael of silver in this trip in the rain, which was worth the wages of the waiter two months. Xu Yan gave too much money. Although he said he would reward him before, he didn't dare to take it all away. It was almost thirty taels of silver. Two sets of silk shirts cost eighteen taels, and there were still more than ten taels left. He just followed the old rules and took some small money that customers would not care about. This time, the customers gave more, so he simply took half a tael of silver.

Xu Yan took the package, untied the outer two layers of cloth, and inside were two new silk shirts, not wet at all. He did not take the silver and nodded to the waiter, "I will reward you with the remaining money." The waiter nodded and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you, young master, serving you is my honor. I wonder what instructions do you have?"

His face was flushed, and he wanted to go up and wipe Xu Yan's shoes and dust his clothes. This time, the more than ten taels of silver that the customer gave him could be worth more than a year's wages, and what's the point of getting a little rain? This time, he could finally buy a few kilograms of pork belly for his mother who hadn't eaten for a long time, and also buy some jewelry for his newlywed wife. Since she followed him before the New Year, she not only did not enjoy her happiness, but also stayed up all day to do laundry for Mr. Chen's house and took care of her blind mother at night. It really made her suffer.

The man surnamed Tie here saw the look of the waiter and snorted coldly, thinking that people nowadays are really powerful, and they don’t even want dignity for money. Fortunately, the old man sympathized with you just now, but when he thought of this, he couldn’t help but feel depressed. He simply stopped looking at him, raised his glass of wine, and shouted: “Do it!” “Do it!”

Although Xu Yan looked at the food, he saw all the subtle expressions of the people in the hall. In his eyes, these people were too lazy to communicate with them. In his opinion, these people were covered in turbid air, blocked meridians, failed to achieve martial arts, blocked mystical roads, and were busy in the world, struggling and wandering, what can they do to let themselves look at them directly?

After a while, Xu Yan used the meal, thought for a while, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He called the waiter to his face and said, "Prepare a guest room for me. You can buy two good Taoist robes for this money, and you will reward you with all the remaining money." After that, he took out some money from his arms and threw it under the waiter's feet.

The waiter didn't know how many times his mood had changed today, and now he could get the reward from this noble man again. He said flatteringly with a flushed face: "Young man, take Dao Master to rest, and the younger man will go to buy a robe later and send it to you to the room for Dao Master."

"Yeah." Xu Yan stood up gently, wearing the dress that looked torn and dripping. Just as he was about to follow the waiter upstairs, the silk-clothed young man laughed: "Young Master, I see your steps are weak and your face is pale. Since we meet, Xiao Ke has several medical skills, so how many times can I treat the young man?"

"I'm fine, thank you for yourselves." Xu Yan's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was about to laugh out loud, but in the end he held back. After speaking, he followed the waiter upstairs. He ignored the man in silk according to his temperament, but he was only about twenty years old after all, and even if he wanted to completely control his emotions, he would do it far away.

Not. The man in silk almost made him laugh out loud just now. Even if a mortal doctor has a great medical skills, he cannot compare to a magic pill for the practitioner of the Xuanshu, let alone he is not sick at all.

The man in silk looked at the four black-clad men who followed Xu Yan upstairs and said to the person at the same table: "The four guards around this person are extremely powerful, and I am afraid that none of them are the opponent. Although I did not feel that the guard had signs of practicing external skills, he could make a deep concave footprint appear on the wooden board without cracking it. My father could not do this power or control."

The cold man took a sip and said, "There is nothing special about this person. The four guards are probably all innate masters of martial arts and have reached the realm of returning to nature."

The smiling face of the young master of silk finally changed color and said in shock: "Innate Martial Arts Master!? Mokan, your vision should not be wrong, but this guy actually used four Innate Martial Arts Masters as guards. Who is the origin of it?"

"I think he just called himself a man, and he seemed to be indifferent to those innate guards of martial arts. He was driven by arbitrarily. He should be because of the strong power behind it. Only Qinglian Temple has this power in this radius of tens of thousands of miles."

"The Qinglian Temple is full of Taoist priests, but she disdains to practice and only cares about courage and fighting. However, the temple master is a master at the peak of the innate martial arts. There are more than a dozen innate martial arts masters, dominating one of the areas within a radius of 100,000 miles."

The cold man snorted coldly: "The owner of Qinglian Temple was born in Jushan City, and must have practiced martial arts. Isn't it easy to develop power? Qinglian Temple is powerful and blessed, and most of the tens of thousands of Taoist priests below are greedy for money and lust, causing trouble, and relying on his own efforts to bully those ordinary people."

"That's all you and I can do." "I'm still busy and don't have time to care about others' life or death."

Xu Yan was playing with the [Spirit Gathering Xuan Pill] in his hand, with a strange look on his face. This is not a mysterious pill. It is clearly the Qingxin Pill for the Qingshen to calm the mind. The innate martial arts masters are very useful for taking it, but it is useless to him at this time.

He threw the pills into the storage bag and sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing. The four men in black stood at the door. If anyone wanted to force himself into this room, he would be killed instantly by these four corpses.

No words all night.

The next morning, beams of golden sunlight shone through the window frame. The quaint tables and chairs in the store looked antique under the sunlight of the morning. Countless dusts visible to the naked eye struggled in the sunshine, trying to escape the control of this small light on them.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a young Taoist walked out. He was wearing a brand new Taoist robe with good fabrics. He casually tied a bun on his head, and two strands of black hair drooped from his temples, revealing his fair forehead, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. His calm eyes faced the dazzling sunshine, and a momentum suddenly burst out. The Taoist robe was flying without wind, and the doors and windows behind him banged.

The Taoist Junxiu shook his sleeves and his aura disappeared. Four men in black walked out of the room behind him and followed the Taoist downstairs.

This is Xu Yan. He regulated his breath overnight and refined some of the medicinal power of the Spirit Blood Pill. At this moment, he had completely stabilized the first level of Qihai. According to his estimate, if all the medicinal power in his body was refined, he might break through to the third level of Qihai! Xu Yan's heart was clear and clear, and he wanted to let out a long roar, completely stabilizing the realm, and his control of spiritual energy was as if he had been instructed by his arm.

After leaving the inn, I looked at the busy crowd on the street, breathing in the fresh air after the rain, and there were still several pools of water on the stone slab road under my feet.

A young and handsome Taoist followed several burly men and walked towards the city gate. When ordinary people saw Xu Yan, they would be stunned and then let him sideways with a little respect. Because the Taoist priests have a very high status, the great masters of the Ying Dynasty are all new disciples sent by major Xuanmen or Taoist temples. All of these people are Taoist priests. Because of the identity of a Taoist priest, many people started to do Taoist robes and make money for others. Xu Yan's robe could tell at a glance that it was made of good fabrics, with more than ten taels of silver, which ordinary people could not afford.

Xu Yan was walking on the street, and there was already a bustling around, and all kinds of hawking sounds were endless. It turned out that today was a small market. Xu Yan watched the children running around with candied haws. In order to buy a dough for the child, the mother counted out a few silver coins from her handkerchiefs in her arms. The vendors' fruits and vegetables were placed all over the floor. Several yamen runners picked up the fruits and left. There were also a performance of acrobatics. The crowd occasionally applauded a few times.

All living beings are so integrated into life and so real, but they don’t even know where they are.

Xu Yan sighed in his heart that he could no longer be the royal family Xu Yan in Xu Realm, and he couldn't help feeling sad for a moment.

...

Although Ancient Qingcheng is a city of mortals, it is also a glorious city for thousands of years. It is magnificent and magnificent. Due to the influence of Jushan, the martial arts spirit is extremely prosperous within a radius of millions of miles. In addition to those who were trained as disciples by Jushan or included in the city, there are also many martial arts sects in other parts of the county. Countless martial arts sects are attached to those high-ranking cultivators and small Xiuxuan family. From time to time, crude Xuanxue techniques have been passed down from Jushan. However, due to the harsh spiritual requirements, few people can have this opportunity.

Outside the city wall, which was 40 feet high, was filled with huge bluestone, the city gates were wide open, and teams of silver-armored soldiers patrolled from time to time, only seeing these soldiers' faces and steady steps, as well as the scimitars made of steel and the silver-shining armor on them all showed that this was an elite soldier.

Just now, the sky was a little dark and blue. The city gate was opened every day at Chen. At this time, there were already many people entering and leaving. Standing at the city gate, looking into the distance through the wide moat, because the city base was high, you could see countless early farmers working on the vast fields, and countless villages were just sleeping and gradually woke up.

The cold air in the early morning blew on his body with a gust of cool breeze, making the soldiers unable to help but tighten the cotton armor inside.

A silver-armored soldier was covered in cold fog. He looked at a carriage in front of the city gate on the suspension bridge. When he walked up, he had to conduct routine interrogation. When he approached, he saw that the horses next to the carriage were dressed as guards, and one in the middle had a raised temple and his eyes were like an eagle falcon. The silver-armored soldier saw the appearance of the visitor clearly and was shocked. He saw Deacon Wang's expression was quite impatient and did not dare to think too much. He smiled and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Wang, you are..."

This person was the Deacon Wang. Deacon Wang didn't look at him, and snorted coldly, saying, "Don't take care of things that shouldn't be taken care of." After that, he became the first to enter the city. The guards next to him also looked heavy, ignoring these soldiers and guarding the carriages left and right into the city.

"What did Deacon Wang take people to do? Seeing that he and his subordinates have changed their clothes, and their expressions are abnormal. Do you want to report to Lord Chengshou?" The silver-armored soldier who touched his cold butt said to his companion next to him with a strange expression.

"Don't meddle in other people's business. I really think that I have long life. Lord Wang is about to be promoted to the innate martial arts and to take charge of the city's guardians. He is an important figure in Zhangcheng's guardian faction. Although the guardians in the city let us pay attention to abnormal figures in private, the dispute between these two factions is not related to our Acropolis."

"When I'm promoted to the innate martial arts, I have to show it to him! Humph."

"Stop daydreaming, Deacon Wang can crush you with one hand, hahaha."

"The future is long... Maybe I can also be promoted to the innate martial arts."

"You two, why don't you go inspect it quickly! What are you discussing here sneakily!" A silver-armored soldier with a leader came over and interrupted the two who were fantasizing, with a look of displeasure.

"Yes, sir!"

Sitting in the slightly bumpy carriage, Qiu Shui, who had changed into a dress, was already asleep with her eyes closed. It was thought that she had not had enough sleep when she woke up early and rushed to the road. The girl named Zhang touched Qiu Shui's hair affectionately and said to herself: "This girl can really sleep, and she also wants me to serve her. I really don't know who the lady is the lady and who is the maid." After that, she picked up a fur robe and put it on Qiu Shui to avoid being frozen by the cold in the early morning.

The girl held her cheeks with her hands, but her beautiful eyes were a little depressed. She thought that because of her temporary negligence, several people were killed, and her head was torn off from her arm, she felt a little guilty in her heart, and she was also somewhat grateful that Uncle Wang was fine, otherwise she should have felt guilty to death.

The devil-like man saved him kindly, but he snatched the pill without saying anything. It was indeed ungrateful. A little anger appeared on the girl's face, and she took out a small jade box from her arms and gently rubbed it. Fortunately, the real pill was not lost, otherwise she really didn't know how to explain to her father.

The carriage passed through the streets and stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. The plaque in front of the door read "Zhang Mansion". Deacon Wang lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked at the girl sleeping in Qiushui, and said respectfully: "Miss, you're home, come down."

The doorman and servant at the door came forward and hurriedly helped to lead the carriage to the backyard. The girl woke up Qiu Shui, pulled the confused girl into the Zhang Mansion surrounded by servants.

In the alley in front of the Zhang Mansion, several pairs of eyes stared at the door, and one of them whispered: "Go and report to the city guard, Deacon Wang has picked up Miss Zhang's family back." "Yes."

The smell of high-quality sandalwood permeated the study room. In front of the quaint wooden desk, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back. The man looked cold and was arrogant without anger. At this moment, he had a heavy expression and kept paced around the room. Suddenly, the middle-aged man shook his head and let out a faint sigh.

This person is Zhang Shouyuan, Zhang Deputy Chengshou, who is in Gu Qingcheng, and is also a master who has become a master who has become a master.

Deacon Wang had already reported to him what happened on his way back. He learned that the real pill was not lost and their people were not injured. Zhang Shouyuan did not blame him. He just sent some people to check the mysterious man who was suspected to be a great master of martial arts, namely Xu Yan. Zhentian Escort Agency, which had sent two silver taels and sent people to visit him.

It was not this thing that bothered him at this moment, but the great worship of the martial arts innate way in Jushan who had promised him to support him as the guard of the Shangcheng and guided him some of the experiences of the martial arts innate way in the martial arts. This temptation was very great, and of course the price paid also made Zhang Deputy Chengshou frown.

Originally, my plan was to offer the magical and unpredictable Xuan Dan [Suming Spirit Pill] left in ancient times, but the worshiper did not intend to do so. It can be said that they did not know the goods. The worshiper wanted his daughter, the kind and pretty girl, Zhang Yunling.

The door of the study room was pushed open with a creaking sound, and a girl in green walked in. Her fair face turned slightly red, and she walked lightly, like a blue lotus that emerged from the dust.

"Dad, my daughter almost couldn't see you." Zhang Yunling slapped her mouth and almost burst into tears. Her big red eyes were filled with water and were filled with grievances and attachment.

"Ling'er is fine, dad is here, dad will help you vent your anger." Zhang Shouyuan hugged his daughter, but his eyes showed sadness. He had coaxed and protected her since he was a child and had never gotten angry with her. At this time, for his great cause, he had to sacrifice her. Besides, the worshiper was also a handsome man, so it was not a grievance.

"Ling'er, Dad has something to do and I want you to help." Zhang Shouyuan's eyes became more and more sad, and Zhang Yun broke free from it.

Ling Que said happily: "Dad, if there is something that makes you sad, my daughter will help you solve your problems." After Yu Yu took a pair of fair and slender hands on his father's hair and helped him smooth it out in strands.

...

It was Mao again, and the tall city gate of Jushan Outer City was rumbling open. Several silver-armored soldiers with cold air worked together to push the door open. Their faces were mostly sleepy. I thought I was a little tired of being on duty overnight.
To be continued...