No one has any objection. But except for the sword cultivator of the Yinguan lineage, all the members of the Ancestral Hall looked at Ning Yao one by one. Most of them looked complicated, curious, and confused.

It seems that we are asking Ning Yao about something, but we don’t have that hidden official?

Ning Yao was amused and crying. Do you really think he is omnipotent?

In the twilight.

Fan Dache left the wine shop and separated from his friends. He walked alone on the street that was more lively or deserted than before. The alone Jindan Sword Cultivator neither returned to his house nor went to the Summer Palace to search for files. He just wandered around and walked until late at night. He returned to the door of the wine shop. It was already closed and sat at the wine table outside the door that never collected according to the old rules.

She was sitting in a small house, sitting in a daze. The Zushi Hall had previously passed a resolution. She is now secretly in charge of a new prison, similar to the old deaf child before.

A woman who was said to be an old girl sat on the railings of a high boudoir and watched the lights vaguely ascend to the city.

She was holding a delicate fan in her hand, gently suffocating the wind, feeling faintly sad.

Back then, Dong Wu had to get the fan in his hand. The treasure light flowed, and the words on the fan were beautiful: golden ripples, jade tumbling. The old man and I dreamed of wandering in the moon palace and chopping off the osmanthus. The human being said to be more clear. This night was the most reunion, with millions of lights.

If you say that young hidden officials use public welfare for private purposes, it doesn’t count, it doesn’t count, because the sword cultivator of the hidden official lineage is exchanged for real military achievements. It counts because the hidden official leaves some good things to his own people.

I've lived in the summer palace for many years

Luo Zhenyi inside was sitting at the table, holding his cheek, and an ancient inkstone was on hand, which was also a close-up object.

This Kuilong patterned insect inkstone has a seal engraved with a collection: clouds hang on the water, and the text is deep.

Xu Ning and Chang Taiqing drank together elsewhere in the summer palace.

The two friends talked about everything, but they intentionally or unintentionally bypassed the young hidden official.

Why was a foreigner who was not a sword cultivator back then able to hold a firm position?

Just talking about one thing makes Xu Ning feel complicated whenever he thinks of it.

All the sword cultivators in the Sword Qi Great Wall in the past, and even those who were not sword cultivators in the streets and alleys, as long as there are archive records in the summer palace, the young hidden official will remember it clearly.

If you just remember a name, your resume is nothing. The problem is that Master Yin Guan is connecting everyone into a line just to find a person who may be a wild dark chess.

Qi Shou was not in Feishengcheng at this moment, but was standing on the top of the city of Tuoyuecheng, carrying his hands behind his back, looking at the sky, and staring at the sky.

In his opinion, some worry-free genealogical immortal masters who go down the mountain and practice for a few times, may be just a hundred years old, and they are really just a cultivator. When it comes to mind, especially human relationships, they are probably not as good as many weak men at the foot of the mountain.

Fortunately, the young sword cultivators in Feisheng City are growing up with an extremely fast pace.

Everyone is enterprising and committed to expanding territory.

While showing their sharpness, the sword cultivators kept making mistakes and correcting mistakes. Fortunately, this is a brand new world. Whether it is the place or time, the sword cultivators in Feishengcheng are allowed to make mistakes.

In addition, Deng Liang, the chief entrusted by Feisheng City from Haoran, played an excellent role as a bridge.

Now eight mountains have been opened and four cities have been built, with the Ascension City as the center, and a landscape boundary of thousands of miles is drawn.

In addition, there are enclaves that are extremely far away from Feishengcheng, which have already gained a foothold. Those sword cultivators have not handed swords with foreigners for two years.

Qi Shou suddenly patted the brand new city wall, squinted his eyes and said, "It's all new at last."

The Chen family mansion on Taixiang Street.

A young man named Chen Ji was idle and looked through the notes of this person in the study. He was bought by Jian Xiu Yuanyou from the remnants of Tongyezhou at a low price.

A personal maid stood silently in the room, but she entered the Yupu realm from the Nascent Soul realm that year.

So Chen Ji, who had been stagnating in the Nascent Soul Realm, accepted a sword cultivator in the Jade Pu realm as his great disciple in this life.

Give him the surname Chen and his name is Hui.

Damn, the last day of each month.

It means that she can have a lofty way and truly live forever, so she can stay in the Ascension City and become a backup plan at a critical moment.

Chen Ji, or Chen Xi of the previous life, after reincarnation, used a secret technique to replenish one soul and one spirit. Since the soul has changed, his mind and nature will inevitably change accordingly. Therefore, he is not particularly anxious to become the first lord of Feisheng City, but only hopes that Qi Shou or someone can take on the burden.

As for Ning Yao, she will definitely not be the city lord.

In fact, in the current Feisheng City, many sword cultivators will stand up for the old sword immortal Chen Xi. If Chen Xi had not been killed by a Feisheng Realm monster, Chen Xi was trapped in a heavy siege and was trapped by two old throne monsters, and finally, after killing another Yupu Realm sword cultivator, he had to die, then Chen Xi could become the first sword cultivator to engrave two letters in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Of course, Chen Ji doesn't care about this kind of thing.

One of the eight vassal hills outside Feishengcheng, Zifu Mountain.

Deng Liang stood in front of an ancient stone tablet and looked at the two lines of ancient seal script, "Six Cave Danxia Xuanshu, Three Qing Purple Palace Green Seals".

Take out a jade box from the sleeve and it will be completely refined soon. If nothing unexpected happens, you can touch the bottleneck threshold of the Jade Pu realm.

This is the mysterious Taoist fate.

It seems that this mountain has been waiting for Deng Liang for thousands of years.

Therefore, Deng Liang has cultivated a turtle here over the years.

Since a woman who likes someone named "Not to ask for it", she will not ask for it.

Deng Liang entered the world of colorful in the seventh year of Jiachun and served as the chief worshiper of Feisheng City.

At that time, Qi Shou happened to enter the Yupu Realm, but Gao Ye Hou was still in the Yuanying Realm.

Deng Liang turned around and left, taking a walk in Zifu Mountain.

The fifth world is too big, and there are too few people entering this brand new world. It is like a huge lake, just thrown into a few baskets of fish.

Walking under a tree, squatting down on the ground, and picking up a fallen leaf.

Falling leaves and foreign land trees.

Missing is like falling leaves on the ground, and it looks the same, but it is actually different.

The shopkeeper said it well, unrequited love is like a rope that hangs and hangs himself, which is longing, and the beam above the head is the sweetheart who cannot be obtained.

All unrequited love that never fulfills their wishes are a hanged ghost who is indescribable.

It is not scary, it is not harmful, it is only annoying, it is only worrying.

Marquis Takano is now a sword cultivator in the Yupu realm. The Quanfu merged the Jianfang Yifang Danfang of the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the past, and Marquis Takano became the well-deserved God of Wealth in Feishengcheng.

However, Hou Takano didn't interfere in specific matters. The monks from the Quanfu lineage now actually managed money and affairs, mostly young people selected from the Yan family and the Nalan family back then. Among them, there were not many sword cultivators and their qualifications were average. Otherwise, they would not have come to the Quanfu to plan. They probably turned grief and anger into strength, and they were more focused on the account book than ordinary members of the Quanfu.

In the spring palace, the lights were brightly lit. Hou Takano was sitting in his account room and missed his sister a little. I wonder if her practice was smooth in the duckweed sword lake in Beijuluzhou, and if she had found her favorite man.

Just when he thought about the construction of the academy in Feisheng City, Takano Hou was a little worried. It was not a problem of money at all, so he was troublesome.

In the night, two monks from other places came to a vassal city in the southernmost vassal city, a middle-aged man in a green shirt, a long jacket and cloth shoes, and a young man in a yellow hat, a green shirt and a green bamboo stick.

There is a stall at the gate of the city. There is no such thing as the colorful world. However, according to the rules set by Feisheng City, all visitors must sit here and write down their origins, name, hometown, and masters. The more detailed the better. Anyway, it must not be less than three hundred words. The more you have, the better. Even if you write a time, it is a skill. If you have more words, you can still drink a pot of wine that has been prepared long ago. For example, the summer summer city in the north is a pot of mute lake wine. Here is the wine brewed by the Yan family.

Behind the stall, there were two young sword cultivators sitting, one man and one woman, and they were not at a high level, and one of them was not even a cultivator in the middle fifth level.

"Who is coming?"

"Can't understand."

The man gestured to the north and south direction, which roughly meant to ask where it came from.

If you come from the north, your hometown is Fuyaozhou, or it will be the famous Tongyezhou.

The Qingshan Guest said in Yizhou's elegant language: "Monster Tongyezhou, Dou Yi, the follower is unfamiliar."

The man endured the discomfort in his heart and asked in the crappy Tong Ye Zhouya language: "Do you know the rules here?"

"I just came here, I don't know."

The man picked up a piece of paper, flipped it over, and touched it forward on the table, "Just write it clearly according to the entries above."

When I heard that the other party was a monk from Tongyezhou, my face was not very good. I just didn't say much harsh words. If it wasn't for the responsibility, I wouldn't even look at it if I was someone else.

So the man who called himself Dou Yi sat on a long bench, sat opposite the two sword cultivators across the table, and began to lift his pen to write.

The young man remained silent, but asked the woman beside him in his heart: "This word is pronounced?"

The woman said helplessly: "I don't know, it's the first time I've seen it."

The man couldn't help but curse in his heart, "A scholar who is a dog-good scholar is worthy of being a bastard from Tong Yezhou."

The woman nodded slightly and agreed.

I never thought that the Qingshan Guest became more and more excited as she wrote, and she asked for one piece of paper and another, but it was not over yet.

Every time the other party finished writing one, the young sword cultivator would reach out and take one. He recognized many rare words, but I didn’t recognize them. He was so sarcastic. You think you were our second shopkeeper.

The female sword cultivator read with relish, well, she wrote quite literary.

When I looked at the man in blue, I was not handsome and looked like a stern person. I just took a few more glances and became more pleasing to the eye.

I saw that the Qingshan Guest was so dedicated. According to her posture, she could write a few more pieces of paper. Because the last page of paper was just now, she could barely write about how this guy was defeated repeatedly in the imperial examination and how he fought repeatedly. Finally, he was named on the gold list. In fact, it had already exceeded 300 words. The man couldn't help asking: "Can you drink alcohol? If you can drink, just take a break and write slowly. The wine will not be charged."

While lifting the pen and writing, the man looked up and smiled, "I can't drink enough."

"That's it?"

"Why don't you drink it? You don't charge anyway."

The woman smiled and helped pour a bowl of wine.

The man in blue put down the brush in his hand, twisted his wrist gently, and turned his head to invite him, "Xiao Mo, sit down and drink together. You have to wait a moment for your resume. Tonight, my thoughts are like a spring, and I can't stop it."

The young follower with a strange name sat at one end of the bench, sat upright, took the wine bowl, and smiled and nodded to thank the woman Jian Xiu.
To be continued...