The secret realm of the Martial Ancestor is unpredictable and impermanent, light and dark are uncertain.

Therefore, it is difficult for the monks on the mountain to guess how much time it is, at most it is just a faint approximation.

The higher the cultivation, the more accurate this is, and the lower the cultivation, it is useless to know.

Under the mountain, the world will be bright.

A galloping horse, galloping, four hooves, trampling.

On broad horseback, a man with a hat sat firmly.

On the sixth watch, when the city gate was opened, this was the ninety-five supreme who sat firmly on the dragon chair in the imperial capital of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Each new emperor had the opportunity to seal the seal to determine when the gates were closed and opened, and then, except for the war that spread to the hinterland, even the emperor could not change it privately.

However, the time system of the six watches has not changed for thousands of years since the establishment of the first Emperor Daxuan.

Don't look at whether the city gate is closed or closed, it is just a small thing that seems to be too small to be small, but it is actually a major event that is definitely related to the imperial capital.

Because it symbolizes the unification, the unification of the whole Great Xuan Dynasty, the unity of thousands of large and small cities, and the person who holds the dragon chair in the colossal palace in which behemoth city.

A drop of water peeking into the sea, a small thing can reflect many big things.

A man on horseback in a round, peaked hat restrangles the swarthy horse that can travel thousands of miles in a day.

The man in the hat looked up at him, and the gates had just opened.

In fact, according to the time strictly ordered by the imperial capital city, it is not as good as the sixth watch day when the city gate is opened, which is a little bit worse.

It's just that this is a small town that is not too remote, and it is not so much exquisite.

Moreover, the previous rapid rain was in front, obscuring the morning sun that should have come out, and without the rising sun, the small but mighty city lord's mansion in front of the palace but so small by one or two days would be useless.

That's it, the fifth watch is more than enough, and the pinch point of the sixth watch is still due to the old man who has been fighting all his life with his long-term experience and habits that have already formed a habit.

The man wearing a hat on a horse looked up at the new plaque engraved with the words "Baifu City" on the city wall, and was full of thoughts.

Although Baifu City is only a small and wealthy town, it is a famous city with great origins.

The previous Baifu City was not actually called Baifu City, and the bluestone bricks on which Baifu City was written were particularly young in comparison, but it was only thirty or forty years.

It's not the actual news of the rumors, Bai Fu is a person with a good history, and he is still a regrettable general on the battlefield who fought with Emperor Xuan Shiquan.

It is recorded in the county records of the local county and state, and the white man who fought with the emperor of the Great Xuan Shiquan has made great contributions, as for what the credit is, it is not recorded, and only one thing that is also not recorded is well known to everyone, that is, the bluestone brick plaque in the center of the old city wall that has been hung for thousands of years has been replaced by the "Baifu City" today.

In the previous folk farms, teahouses and restaurants, there was still a lot of gibberish and speculation, but that was decades ago.

Ordinary people in the secular world under the mountain have a number of longevity, but it is just a few decades, forty years of ups and downs, enough to make a native of the secular people under the mountain from youth to twilight, from immature at least years, so most of the residents in Baifu City today are new people who don't know the name of the city in the past.

There are only those secular people who live in the deep mountains and countryside and may not be able to enter the city once or twice in their lives, perhaps in one or two of their lives, when they go to the city to do business, but they don't know the way halfway, and humbly ask the people who pass by Pang and ask the name of the city that has long ceased to exist.

Most of them are young people who shake their heads, and only when they pass through the small open-air tea shops that have been setting up stalls selling herbal tea next to the official road for generations, will there be an old tea shop owner who is leisurely fanning his son and grandson on the rocking chair and looking at his son, and his grandson will be busy with his eyelids, and then he will get up, and give the young man who is still nervous when he enters the city for the first time very kindly, and after pointing out the direction very carefully, most of them will talk to each other a few words.

That city has been renamed, and now it's called Baifu City, why is it called Baifu City, hey! This is a very chewy thing, Rong Laohan Hekou Tea is talking in detail.

As a result, the people in the countryside who usually do not go out of the village for a few miles also know that the current city is Baifu City, so why is it called Baifu City?

So this young man who entered the city and returned to the village became a storyteller for many of his fellow villagers in the open space at the head of the village, and told the story of the boy who grew up in the city.

When someone rushes to the city again, and when they get lost halfway, they will directly ask the passers-by, which road is the road to Baifu City?

Regarding the story of the kid Baifu who grew up in a small town that was not originally called Baifu City, he Zhan Yan didn't know, but he knew that the only boxing master under the mountain who was his Zhan Yan had two closed disciples, one was called Baifu, and the other was him Zhan Yan.

It's just that when Zhan Yan saw Bai Fu, he was still a teenager and was let go of the mountain by the sect on the mountain, and he was left to fend for himself.

At that time, the white man was already wearing armor, and the master at that time was already smiling.

The drizzle of cow hair fell, dripping on the hat very rhythmically.

Even if it was a rainy day at the city gate on the sixth watch, there were not many people, most of them were poor people in thin clothes and wearing tapered rounded hats at the top of their clothes, and ordinary people whose family's livelihood was pressed on their shoulders.

Fortunately, they are all busy earning money to support their families and have enough to eat, otherwise, if you look at the man who stopped his horse and hooves, he can find a thing that makes the people under the mountain intuitively think about it and be extremely frightened.

The rain was not heavy, but it was extremely fine, and it was this extremely fine raindrop that fell on the horseback man but left no water marks.

On horseback, Zhan Yan, who was driven out by Wu Chen in the secret realm of Wuzu, because he knew that his own might be difficult to come to the secular dynasty under this mountain, so he Zhan Yan came to see the last thing in his heart, to see the last person he wanted to see under this mountain.

From then on, there was only Zhan Yan, a monk on the mountain, and there was no Zhan Yan who was on the mountain and under the mountain.

Zhan Yan gathered his heart and lightly clamped the horse's belly between his legs.