There were many people drinking morning tea in the shop that day. In this noisy environment, Zhan Changfeng asked He Wu, "Will you go back to the city army? If you don't go back, no one will know that you are dead."
You are still alive, and no one will care if you leave."
He Wu sounded a little sad. When a soldier fell to this point, no one would confirm whether he was alive or dead. I was afraid that when he was brought back by the Dilong Gang, he would have been dead in their eyes.
"What's the point of returning to a place like this? I might as well work elsewhere and live a good life." He calmed down and said firmly.
Zhan Changfeng said noncommittally, "Then you can leave now."
He Wu touched his head and wondered, "Do you still want to go back?"
"This is natural. A person should have a beginning and an end."
He Wudao, "Aren't you afraid of what happened again?" Being casually suppressed by a superior person, one word can determine life or death.
"You can't blame others for inflicting pain on yourself due to disparity in status and strength, or being despised or trampled on because of it. You can't ask others to say or do what you want, nor can you expect people in higher positions to pity you."
Zhan Changfeng rubbed the lines on the tea cup, looking a little lonely, "If the heart is flawed, then thousands of thoughts will arise, and all kinds of troubles will occur frequently. The path of spiritual cultivation is essentially the process of finding the original mind and filling the flaws, but most practitioners
, all fall into the lust of power, sex, life, or follow the tide of chaos, which is nothing more than tearing the flaws in the heart even wider."
Zhan Changfeng rolled up his sleeves, stopped caring about He Wu, and left alone.
He Wu was confused when he heard this, but he felt that this person was too lonely, and this loneliness was too arrogant. Others could only look up at him, but they couldn't understand.
Zhan Changfeng was walking on the busy street with indifference in her eyes, but her indifference was extremely gentle. She treated high and low, good and evil equally, and was gentle and gentle, sometimes even making people feel gentle.
Entering an area on Ming'an Street, more and more people began to greet her. Some of these men, women and children with bright and sincere smiles had received some favors from her, while others had only exchanged a few words with each other.
Most of them speak softly and are just the lowest among all living beings, but perhaps because of their ordinaryness, they are not afraid to show greater kindness to those who have good intentions towards them.
"Sir, why haven't I seen you these past few days? I just picked the ice pears."
"I went out to do some errands."
Zhan Changfeng took the ice pear handed over by the old farmer. The old farmer's smile became even bigger, "Since you used the formation method to help us deworm, those pear trees are growing vigorously, and even the fruits are sweeter."
"It's indeed good. It's time for you to raise the price. You won't even be able to make back your capital for eight spiritual stones per pound."
She suddenly became interested and said, "You can divide these into two piles, big and small. The big ones will be sold for ten spirit stones per pound, and the small ones will be sold for seven spirit stones per pound. You can also pick out the green ones and divide them into two piles, sweet and sour.
, always give people more choices.”
The old farmer chuckled. Seeing that she was wearing casual clothes, he asked, "Sir, are you going back? I'll pack some more ice pears for you to take back."
"No need, I'm going back to discuss."
Isn’t it today that the big test happens every three months?
There was an unprecedented silence in the Qilefang station. The officer who came down from the city lord's palace to supervise the test declared with a wooden face, "Yuan Hu versus Zhan Changfeng, Zhan Changfeng wins!"
The whole place was in an uproar and there was a lot of discussion.
"Damn it, am I really not blind?" Fatty Zong wished he could rub his eyes to see clearly. No one could have imagined that a person who had long been considered dead would actually come back in front of everyone.
Challenging the audience to build a foundation, pointing at Uncle Yuan Hu who had stepped into the realm of transcendence, he said "come here" and stirred up the heartstrings of so many people. It was so exciting and crazy!
What's even more exciting is that Yuan Hu was completely tortured!
In the end, Yuan Hu acted out of fear. He actually ignored the internal rules of the soldiers not to kill, and used a pill that could increase the attack power tenfold in a short time to kill Zhan Changfeng, but Zhan Changfeng was still killed.
Counterattack, no, she didn't kill anyone, she just "accidentally" broke someone's pubic area.
Yuan Hu's cultivation was ruined, his eyes were red, "I won't let you go!"
Zhan Changfeng looked at him coldly, "I thought you understood the rules of survival in Beicheng better than me. Who would care about a person who has lost his value... Of course, I hope you have offended fewer people in the past, otherwise you may not be able to get out of Beicheng intact.
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She either didn't say anything, but when she spoke, she stabbed her heart. Yuan Hu couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood and spurted it out.
The supervisor carefully looked at the young monk who appeared out of nowhere, and said with a smile on his face, "Give me the token, and I will return it to you together with the new appointment letter after the modification is completed."
The people below can hear it clearly, and I am afraid that I will not be able to escape from my position as uncle.
Liu Ge and Guan Ren, who were also the uncles of Qilefang, smiled at her in a friendly manner. He had the strength to be on an equal footing with them, and he was happy to make friends even if there was no conflict.
On the other side of the sea, there were waves, and seagulls flew across the blue sea and sky. Wang Heng's arm landed on a black-tailed Pulsatilla. He took the letter spit out from the Pulsatilla's stomach, raised his sharp eyebrows, and strode away.
Entering the cabin, "City Lord, there is something strange happening in Qilefang."
His eyes were bright and he laughed and said, "You killed Yuan Hu in just one month. How did you think of releasing her to Beicheng?"
"...The aura on her body is very unusual." The elegant and aristocratic man stood by the window, looking at the waves of the sea in the distance, his eyes filled with coldness, "Beicheng is a cancer after all. The Hu from Qilefang
De Gambling House, Baiyue Pavilion in Huahu, gangs large and small that ignore laws and plunder, and the intricate city army that works for tigers, these all need to be changed..."
It was night, Zhan Changfeng was making tea in the courtyard, the moon was bright and the shadows were sparse, and the wind was slightly cold.
She washed the tea set, without raising her eyes, and just asked, "What's the matter with your late night visit?"
Shan Shan still looked dull and said dryly, "It's so elegant to make tea late at night."
Zhan Changfeng poured the boiling water into the pot, scraped off the tea foam on the surface with bamboo chopsticks, and poured it into the tea boat. "I have nothing to do."
Shan Shan silently placed a paper of appointment and a token in front of her, and at the same time spread out the paper of appointment.
Zhan Changfeng glanced at it, then poured in the boiling water, covered the tea lid, and poured the boiling water into the pot, "Who are you?"
"People from the City Lord's Mansion."
"This is the wrong position. I remember that those who can be Bodu are usually extraordinary."
"It depends on the person."
Warm cup and pot, "What do you need me to do?"
"Do what Bodu should do."
"Trouble is of no use to me."
"The monthly salary is doubled, and the city lord's palace will help you clean up some inconvenient things...such as the red gold mine."
Zhan Changfeng was not surprised how he knew. How could one underestimate the power of a city lord's palace, "Twenty-eight."
Looking at her blankly, she explained again, "The profit from the red gold mine is 28 cents, and I, 8 cents, are responsible for the mining, and the city lord's palace is responsible for providing protection."
Shan Shan twitched the corner of his mouth and was silent for a while before saying, "Sanqi."
Sound transmitted to the ear?
Zhan Changfeng opened the tea cup and said, "Then let's just have three or seven."
The aroma of tea spread, Shan Shan knew that this was an order to expel guests, so he left immediately without stopping.
As she sipped her tea, a pool of bamboo shadows swayed under her eyes.
The relationship between the city lord's palace, navy, and city army is a bit complicated.
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