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Sizhou Baiyun City is the capital city of Zhang State. It was built along the river, with a circumference of fifty-seven miles. It has four walls from east to west, north, south, and twelve gates.

On the big river outside the city, there are as many boats passing by as leaves, and the rivers in the city are also criss-crossing the fields, with three hundred bridges connecting the streets and alleys. There are row upon row of shops in the streets and alleys, selling gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin cloth, jade porcelain lacquerware, clothes, shoes and hats, chicken, duck, fish, and dried and fresh fruits. In addition, there are many restaurants, theaters and brothels for people to eat, drink and have fun.

In the east of the city, where the dignitaries are located, there are many palaces and towers, red walls and yellow tiles, painted pillars and carved beams, resplendent and resplendent, with scattered heights, making them even more majestic and majestic.

The whole Baiyun City is like a fairyland on earth in the morning and evening.

During the daytime, the market is prosperous, pedestrians flock in an endless stream, and merchants are hawking one after another, but after nightfall, there is no curfew in the city, and the lights are as bright as day.

The boats in the river are like weaving, the benefactors spend a lot of money, the sound of boxing games, singing and dancing, and the sound of singing and dancing, did not gradually quiet down until late at night.

The prosperity and prosperity of Zhang State for hundreds of years can be described as vividly reflected here.

However, under the prosperity, you can also see some poor people with yellow and emaciated faces, carrying the only valuable things in their pockets, sending them to the high counter of the **** shop, and pawning a few money to buy rice and firewood to make ends meet.

One day, an old man in simple clothes came into the city, walked on the long street, passed by a wine shop, bought a four-corner wine, raised his head and squinted his eyes and took a sip.

"Where are the customers coming from?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"South." The old man replied.

"I can't hear the accent over there, and I'm very tired after running around. Can the guests come in for a meal and cut some meat?" the shopkeeper said.

"No, the old man is going to the East Street to find some people, and come back when he is free." The old man shook his head and said.

"That's a rich place. Is the old man here to visit relatives?" The shopkeeper smiled brighter when he heard that.

"Well, I'm here to see some juniors and tell them to go home." After the old man finished speaking unhurriedly, he turned and walked along the street.

The shopkeeper said "go slowly" again, and then turned to entertain others.

Half an hour later, the old man walked under the imperial city, ignoring the imperial guards guarding the gate, and walked in slowly. Not long after, he walked outside a large hall, and from a distance of two or three hundred zhang, he saw Danxi in front of the hall. On the throne on the stage was a majestic man, with more than ten figures sitting on each side. A person in fine clothes.

On the dance floor, a group of gorgeously dressed girls stretched their long sleeves and danced to the music.

At this moment, the man was fascinated by Mei Le and Hua Wu, his hands beat together to the beat from time to time, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head, appeared, and walked towards that Danxi.

The guards all around are all good hands, not weaker than the second-rate warriors in the Jianghu. After discovering the sudden appearance of the old man, they all pulled out the long knives around their waists, stepped forward to protect him, and surrounded him.

One of the leading generals in golden armor shouted in a deep voice: "Stop."

This kind of movement naturally alarmed everyone on Danxi, but these people did not show the slightest panic.

The man sitting on the throne was disturbed, and his face was suddenly unhappy. He raised his hand and waved lightly, and said softly: "Are you from the Jianghu again? Really disturbing. Go, take it down."

As soon as the words fell, an old **** behind him disappeared like a ghost, and was already several feet away in the next moment.

It's just that a middle-aged man next to the man saw the old man's face, his expression changed drastically, and he kept shouting: "Wait a minute, don't be presumptuous!"

Accompanied by the voice, he jumped down from the dandelion, ran away quickly, passed the old eunuch, came to the old man, bowed and saluted: "My nephew pays respects to the third uncle."

"Dance and music are peaceful, you are living happily in the secular world." The old man said lightly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk couldn't help breaking out a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, lost his smile and didn't dare to say more.

"Forget it, if you don't succeed in cultivation, you won't waste your life in glory, wealth and pleasure. What about the others, where are they now?" said the old man.

"Renju and Renyue happened to go out two days ago, but Renhong didn't know where he went. I don't know what orders the third uncle came here today?" Zhang Renche, a middle-aged monk, responded quickly.

"Elder Ming told the old man to come over. From today onwards, you will get rid of the secular guardianship and return to Yuanxiao City immediately, and don't bother with the worldly affairs of the dynasty. But since the others are not here, then you wait here. Once the three of them come back , you go to other places to inform the remaining disciples." The old man said.

Now the Zhang family has sent ten or twenty monks to sit in secular towns, four of them are in the imperial city, and the remaining ten are scattered in various state capitals. Most of these monks are mixed spirit roots with four or five attributes. Although they are not young, their cultivation is only around the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining.

"Third Uncle, how could this be so sudden? Could it be that something major happened to the clan?" Zhang Renche's expression changed.

"What do you think, with the ancestors in the clan, everything is naturally safe. It's just that the 300-year period set by the sect has passed, and the monks of this clan will no longer protect the secular dynasty, and everything will go with the flow." The old man scolded.

Over the past hundred years, because the Zhang family has become stronger and stronger, people who can practice have emerged in large numbers, so the genealogy of the family tree has changed from "At the same time, Yuan Hengtai, Tianzhi will be Wentian" to "Chao Shang Chi Ren Cheng, Ritual and Music Guangzhaoyuan" I fixed it.

This middle-aged monk is from the Zhang family's 'Ren' generation, while the old man is from the 'Chi' generation.

Because the old man was also from the secular lineage of Zhang Guo's royal family, after Zhang Tianming returned to Chongling Mountain from Bihu Island, he sent him to Zhang Guoyi to call back these qi refining tribesmen who had gone out.

The respectful attitude of the middle-aged monk immediately made the other people on the Danxiu unable to sit still.

The man on the throne got up immediately and ran towards the two of them quickly, and the rest of the dozen or so brocade-clothed men followed closely behind.

It's just that although there is only a distance of two or three hundred feet between each other~lightnovelpub.net~, this group of people was already out of breath when they ran over because they had been sitting for a long time.

But as soon as the order was finished, the old man turned around and left, his figure gradually faded and disappeared as before.

But the group of people didn't care about their manners. Among them, the man on the throne just now asked Zhang Renche, "Uncle, who is that?"

"He's your third uncle, from the main line. The singing and dancing is over, you come with me, I have something to tell you." Zhang Renche said.

Although the Zongmen family wanted to recall the secular monks, most of the other brocade-clothed men present were the heads of the Zhang Guo family or high-ranking officials, so it was inconvenient to mention this kind of matter in front of outsiders.

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In addition to Zhang Guo, there are also twenty or thirty people in the world of cultivating immortals who suddenly noticed the change in their storage bags, took out the same style of purple rosary beads from it, and learned of the summoning of the ancestor on his birthday. thing.

The Zhang family who went out to build the foundation, immediately ignored other things, they raised their weapons one after another, and rushed towards Yuanxiao City day and night.