The drunken fairy smiled faintly and bitterly, and said: "Young master, this place is no better than the outside, there is no order at all in the disorderly city, there is murder, obscenity, humiliation and plundering everywhere, even if you want to manage it, you can't manage it, not to mention, we only have a few people here, so we must learn to keep a low profile, and the other two people don't look like good people at first glance, and they don't know if it's right or wrong to save him?"

Having said that, Yin Wu still felt uncomfortable for a while, he really didn't expect that in the City of Discord, human life would be treated like grass to such an extent, which made the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy's heart cast a shadow on him for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Actually, there is a way to change it", a voice came into Yin Wu's ears very clearly, he looked at Jing Yao who was talking with hope, with a hint of trembling, and said: "What way?" ”

Jing Yao almost didn't hesitate, and replied casually: "Order and rules are determined by people, since there is no order here, we will establish order ourselves, and since there are no rules here, we will establish rules by ourselves."

"Are you crazy"? Not only Yin Wu, even the drunken fairy felt that his words were really a bit shocking, the city of disorder has multiplied so far, I don't know how many hundred years have passed, and now I want to reshuffle the cards and install order, for those who are used to having no rules, except for a few weak people, others will not agree at all.

However, with the four of them, and a little girl of three or four years old, and a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, it can be said that not only could not help, but two burdens, and such four people wanted to establish order in the city of disorder, and the drunken fairy obviously took it as a joke.

However, Jing Yao was very serious and said very deeply: "Hongjun preached, Nuwa made up for the sky, and Lao Tzu "did nothing", and they all became a generation of saints, but before that, did they know that there would be such a day, so I can only say that things are man-made, I have not experienced it, I just think it is impossible, and I don't try, in that way, there will never be hope."

The drunken fairy glanced at him thoughtfully and didn't speak, but Yin Wu had a curious attitude towards Nuwa and the others, and asked, "Who is Nuwa and who is Hongjun?"

"This", Jing Yao can explain these legends, but he can only explain them in a few words, so he can only say vaguely: "You can take this as an analogy for me, there is no need to delve into it, what I mainly expound is the truth that things are man-made, not to mention, the situation of the Qingshui Sacred Domain is not very good now, and now, the only way to help them is to unite all the forces of the Thirteen Domains and start a decisive battle with the desire clan in the east, but we are now in a chaotic city, so we don't need to think about this problem at all;

The second is to integrate the power of all the Discord City, I believe that its power will not necessarily be much worse than the Thirteen Domains, otherwise it will be wiped out by them long ago in the encirclement of the Thirteen Domains, so if you can get the support of this force, you can also help your father."

"Helping the father"? Yin Wu's heart suddenly rippled, and then he asked the drunken fairy next to him, "Uncle Wine, is what he said true?"

When the drunken fairy heard this, he showed a wry smile, it was indeed true that he helped his father, but what hardships and difficulties were hidden in it, and even nine deaths and a lifetime, the fool said that dreams were no different, but he still nodded, so that at least it gave him a little hope, and his heart would feel better!

Yin Wushuang looked directly at him, this time he saw his slowly falling head, and finally showed a long-lost smile, and it was also the first time he laughed after growing up, at this time, a momentum suddenly sprouted in his heart, to fight, not for himself, but for his father, but also for the Qingshui Sanctuary.

With this in mind, he walked forward slowly, his steps firm and steady, not at all like that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

The breeze blows across the earth, the sky above is the dazzling light, and under the feet is the road to the other side, the end and the beginning.

I don't know how long it took to walk, in short, along the way, killing people in the city of disorder is like slaughtering chickens, there is no emotion at all, and Yin Wu has also changed from the previous anger to the current numbness, so that he slowly accepts it.

Of course, they also encountered some outlaws, taking the opportunity to find their troubles, but it was solved by the drunken fairy, he was originally going to let Yin Wu try his hand, but when he saw Yin Wu's miserable face, he still gave up, and the meal had to be eaten one bite at a time, and if he ate too quickly, it would backfire.

Time passed slowly, the street finally appeared in the corner of their eyes, in the disorderly city, the street stalls placed everything, as small as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, as large as beds, chairs and benches, a few people know, this disorderly city is only allowed to enter, not allowed to go out, but I didn't expect that the people here actually learned to take care of themselves, abundant food and clothing.

It's just that they still don't know, although the city of disorder is allowed to enter or leave, but this is only limited to the vast majority of departments, for the strong people in the city of disorder, even if there is the Yan clan Baluo standing outside, it is still not enough to see.

As a result, there is an agreement between the city of disorder and the outside world, every other month, the business travelers who have reported can go out of the city to purchase, and then come back, if they have not returned for more than a day, there will be no forgiveness!

Of course, there is another point, in the chaotic city, there is no silver tael, because even if the silver tael is given to them, there is no place to spend it, they were originally murderers, and now they choose to engage in business and agriculture, for some cultivation resources, such as spirit stones, spirit grass, elixir or treasures, spirit weapons.

In fact, the city of disorder has developed so far, although it is said that there are no rules, but with the reproduction of some descendants, it does not mean that all people are murderers, there are still some of them that can be reasoned, but there are not many. Because there are not many women in the city of disorder, there is no reproduction of women, so there is not much growth in the next generation, and it is really difficult to be a good person because of this little reproduction ability, coupled with the exposure from childhood.

While walking, I wanted to pass through, but suddenly there was an angry roar, saying: "Dead old woman, this street is managed by my Changle Gang, although you are carrying the burden, but now passing through here, as your protector, should you pay us protection money?"

The old woman put down the bamboo burden she was carrying, accompanied her, and said: "Uncle don't hide it from you, the dog was a big deal, so he fled to this disorderly city with his wife, but just two years later, he, he suddenly lost his trace, and now he is alive or dead I don't know, the reason why the old woman planted some fruits, in order to exchange for some rice grain, in order to wait for the dog to come back safely, but this protection fee my old woman really can't pay, and please do well, see if the old woman is old, can you be accommodating."

"Phew", just as Jing Yao and his entourage turned their heads, they saw a few burly young people surrounded by a young man who was much younger, and at this time, the young man spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the old woman, and then said in a weird manner: "If all the people in Fangmen Street are like you, then what do we Changle Gang eat and drink?" Today, I will leave my words here, either take out three lower grade spirit stones, or hand over all these fruits, and I will give you thirty breathing time to choose, when the time comes, not only will the fruit be gone, but I will also let you hand over the money left at all."

"Tang Gongzi is really wise"!

"Tang Gongzi is worthy of being the son of Tang Protector, this hand is in love, but also in reason, and it is really high"!

……

Jing Yao looked at this situation, pulled Yin Wu's hand next to him, and said, "Young Master, if you want to truly become a helmsman of order, then you can start with the Changle Gang."

This time, the drunken fairy also nodded, and said, "Anyway, if you want to gain a foothold in the city of disorder, then it is undoubtedly the best choice to take them under the knife."

Thirty breaths of time passed in a blink of an eye, and that Tang Gongzi smiled and said, "It seems that you are ready to let us do it"?

The old woman cried with a sad face, and choked up: "Uncles, the old woman is exchanging these fruits for rice and grain, although it is a pity for me to die at such an old age, but I am just to stay to see the dog for the last time, and I beg the uncle's subordinates to show mercy."

"Smash", what answered her was an extremely cold word.

The old woman's face was like ashes, and then she bowed half of her waist, accompanied her, and said, "Uncle, I'll give, I'll give."

The right hand was in his arms, and after a while, he took out a handkerchief and carefully opened it, which was wrapped in a spirit stone the thickness of a thumb, and his trembling hand was handed to the young man little by little, but the expression on his face was as if he was his own child, and he was extremely reluctant.

"Dead old woman, bring it to me". The son surnamed Tang snatched the spirit stone in her hand and glanced at it, then scolded and said, "Damn old woman, just like that, how about sending Huazi?" Say, if you still have anything on you, give me all of it."

The old woman shook her hand again and again, as if she had been greatly frightened, and said, "Uncle is gone, really gone."

"Unlucky", the son surnamed Tang spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the old woman's body again, and after a while, he shouted at a few people next to him: "Smash me"!

"Don't"!

The old woman cried out loudly, despair written all over her face.

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking in the air, no, it was two sounds of breaking the sky, divided into left and right, "Peng, Peng......" Several loud sounds, and a group of people who had just opened their teeth and claws fell to the ground immediately.

One of the people who shot was Yin Wu, and the other was wearing a jade-faced scarf, wearing a pale white Confucian shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a jade hairpin on his head, a beautiful man's logo.

The two people in the center looked at each other, arched their hands to each other, and said without showing goodness: "In the lower ~ Yin Wu, I haven't asked my brother Taigao's surname yet."