"Lady Charm is back!!"

The crowd was enthusiastic and joyful.

"Thank God, finally..."Finally, he felt the familiar breath coming quickly, and Mu Jiang was ecstatic in his eyes, and scattered all the rest of the wooden box, and then his body fell down, tumbling down from the high bell tower, his eyes closed, and lifeless.

The blue figure of the lake jumped down from mid-air, landed on the stairs of the Yibei Bell Tower, and raised his hand to punch a small ball of blue crystals into the Yibei Bell.

Suddenly, the bell rang in the other north, and the two souls quickly merged into one after touching each other, and then plunged headlong into the spirit body cast under the bell.

The master hurriedly turned sideways to give way to Fanxin, and was about to bow down the steps, but was stopped by Fanxin raising his hand, and his tone was awe-inspiring,

"Everyone concentrates and calms down, maintains the different northern formation, the ceremonial master, presides over the fusion, and protects the Dharma for the city lord!"

Before the master could react, the fascination had already jumped down from the high platform again.

The bell is ringing, and someone must be needed to preside over the overall situation at that time. The master sighed, knelt down facing the Yibei Bell, and flipped the seal in his hand with concentration.

Mu Jiangcuo tumbled down from the steps of the high platform, and when he fell halfway up the steps, he was caught by the flying wrong wood, slowed down the impact of external forces, flew up after bearing him, and then placed him under the bell tower, at the same time, the fascination fell lightly beside him, two fingers together, against Mu Jiangcuo's eyebrows.

In addition to the advice just now, she had already known everything that had happened before through the memory of the master of the rites, and now after the spiritual power was probed inside, Mu Jiang's wrong situation made the fan unconsciously clench his fists, and his eyes were a little scattered.

Mu Jiangcuo's lifespan has almost been wiped clean, his veins are shattered, and he has lost his breath.

The obsessive heart hugged Mu Jiang into his arms, lowered his eyes and muttered, all at a loss,

"What should I do..."

Tears drippedly wet Mu Jiangcuo's clothes, and colder than the iron armor on his body was the heart that had stopped beating in his chest.

Mu Jiangcuo only felt that he was in a deep chaos, and he seemed to be pulled away by something. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he reached out, he couldn't touch anything, he didn't know where he was. He only knew that he was sad now, and this sadness came from the pain he felt at this time.

It should have been close at hand, but he couldn't find her...

I haven't had time to look at you again.

Mu Jiang tried his best to shout, but it seemed that his throat was blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Am I dead?

...

The second day of Mu Jiangcuo's tenure was the Begging Festival.

After only two days as governor, he became the joke of the whole city. Because of frequent mistakes in handling affairs, he was directly beaten by Chi Xiaoming on the council hall, and after the beating, he felt angry, so he directly kicked him out of the main hall and threw him on the street where people came and went.

Mu Jiang covered his head and face, his body was full of bruises, and he curled up on the snow for a long time before he could get up and continue to work with a disgraced face.

There were twelve soldiers in the city, and one by one they sat on the throne of the city governor, and then they came again. When it was their turn to serve as the head of the soldier at the southwest street entrance, the eldest brother of the head of the soldier called Mu Jiang by mistake and made Mu Jiang mistakenly assume his position as the head of the army.

Southwest Street is a remote quiet place in the North City, because Laozuoyi is located in this street, in order to avoid suspicion, so almost no people and shops are willing to stay here, and Laozuoyi has a special guard management, almost no chaos, so the guards guarding Southwest Street are some disabled and sick, about to leave and retire.

Southwest Street is an idle errand, and there are not many affairs on weekdays, so I don't know when it started, so I began to take charge of the cleaning affairs of clearing the snow for each street.

In other words, the guards of Southwest Street have the lowest status of the 12th Street. Luo Chan, the head of the army at the entrance of the southwest street, was seriously injured when he resisted the invasion of monsters in the north, and even if he saved his life, he still fell into a very serious old injury, and basically there was no chance to make military merits again. So when the order of the city lord reached Southwest Street, Luo Chan used the excuse of the recurrence of his old injury and his ill health to resign from his post.

"Our Southwest Street, the crippled, the sick, the sick, the wounded, most of the brothers came back from the battlefield to save their lives, thanks to the city lord still remembering us in his heart, he didn't jump our Southwest Street directly..."

Luo Chan led Mu Jiang into the house, took the broom in Mu Jiang's wrong hand, and together with his own, knocked on the threshold, shook the snow on the broom out of the door, and then took it into the house, put it in the corner, and slowly paced the door closed, signaling Mu Jiang to sit down next to the charcoal stove.

"That's a good thing," Mu Jiangcuo nodded in response.

"I have followed the city lord for decades, and I should have reached the age of retirement for the elderly, and I was blessed by the old city lord by the five weeks of the gate, and it can be regarded as living again," Luo Chan also moved a chair and sat down, sitting closer to the charcoal stove, and breathed a long sigh of relief with satisfaction,

"But my body is still getting worse and worse, I heard that none of the soldiers who took office have not been beaten by the city lord, and when they withdrew from the city governor's mansion, they all looked like they had blue noses and swollen faces, and they were all in the prime of life, how could my sick body and bones survive? How can a young man like you stay in this place on Southwest Street for the rest of your life, although you may be beaten a few times, but patience may be over, how can the city lord be heavy-handed, right?"

"The subordinates are stupid, if something goes wrong, I am afraid that everyone will be affected. "Mu Jiang's mistake is not a prevarication, he is not afraid of being beaten, but he is afraid that his ability is not enough.

"Be careful and careful, there won't be much of a mistake, I want to think about it, only you can try it in our group, and a few of them are also porcelain, but they are too young, I'm afraid they can't afford this position, they cough, cough cough.." Luo Chan put his hand on Mu Jiangcuo's shoulder, and said earnestly, suddenly as if he was choked by spittle, and coughed violently for a while before recovering his strength, "If they go, I'm afraid they will stab the big basket that will affect the big guys." ”

"Then I will go. Mu Jiangcuo nodded and replied.

So that night, he moved into the city governor's mansion, took office the next day, and was kicked out of the council by Chi Xiaoming the next day.

endured the pain all over his body, and after completing all the things that Chi Xiaoming had ordered, he repeatedly confirmed that there was no negligence or omission, and Mu Jiang left at the wrong time.

He did not return to the governor's mansion, but went out of the north gate and into the mountains behind the city. Walking forward with his head buried, leaving a long series of footprints on the white snow, and when he looked around, he was already standing on the boundary of a frozen lake.

The north is frozen all year round, and the lake has already formed a thick layer of ice, and the ice surface is transparent, and you can still see the sparkling waves under the ice in the afterglow of dusk.

Seeing that there was no one around, Mu Jiangcuo finally relaxed his tense nerves and shouted like a vent

Boom, spread his arms, and fell firmly on the ice, but fortunately the ice was thick enough, not only did it not fall directly into the lake, but there was not even a single crack.

The night is shrouded, the firecrackers and fireworks in the different northern city are all set off, and the voices of the people are boiling, and they can be heard clearly from such a distance, which is a lively scene.

The Begging Festival is a good day.