The five major cities of Xishu, CD Qinzhou, Xizhou, Tongzhou, Luzhou.

The five heroic cities started in the early Han Dynasty and stood for thousands of years, during which they had been tested by the impact of war for a long time, but they were still like an intransmissible Tianguan across this vast land of Xishu.

Compared with Qinzhou City, this CD City, which was hand-picked by Yubi as one of the Six Roads of the Southern Tang Dynasty, is obviously a few points better than the former in terms of momentum and heritage.

Wang Shen entered the city last night, but he did not rush to the Yin Division to report, but found an inn to live in, and drove all day, he slept until dawn before packing up his things and leaving the inn, walking alone on this lively street at the door of the inn.

This street is not a bustling street in CD City, but Rao is like this, and the shops and stalls on the street still make Wang Shen a little dizzy. On the CD road of Xishu, if you talk about the prosperity of Luzhou City, it should be the first in Luzhou City, because Luzhou City is on the edge of the Yangtze River, and the convenient river transportation leads directly to Chongqing Mansion and Jiangling Mansion, and even as far as Jiankang City, the imperial capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is said that every year Luzhou City will send three large ships full of Luzhou specialties to go all the way to Jiankang City by water, and send this royal tribute delicacies into the palace before the birth of the emperor of the current dynasty.

And CD City is not far from Luzhou City, so whenever there are some strange new things in Luzhou City, there are already shrewd dealers who buy them overnight and come to CD City to dump.

So Wang Shen saw a lot of things that he had never seen before, and he was not in a hurry, he walked along the street with great interest, and the vendors who were shouting hard did not mind that he was carrying a shining sword box behind him.

The Southern Tang Dynasty said that there were many swordsmen, and it was said that in the south of the Yangtze River, the young sons and brothers of those rich and noble families would wear swords seven or eight times out of ten.

Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary traders, the absence of a sword in this area will not be one of the conditions for them to judge whether they can attract business.

It wasn't until Wang Shen finished eating five freshly released big meat buns in a steamed bun shop at the end of the street and drank a big bowl of hot and fragrant lamb tripe soup that he stood up with satisfaction and prepared to officially go to the CD Dao Zhiyin Division.

However, not long after he walked out without distraction, he was attracted by something again, and couldn't help but stop and watch curiously.

What attracted Wang Shen was not a strange shop stall, but a funeral.

As a lamplighter in the Soul Attraction Pavilion, Wang Shen didn't know how many times he had experienced such a scene, but this was the first time he had seen a funeral in the city, so he couldn't help but be curious to see what the difference was between the funeral of the people in the city and the funeral of the countryman.

Moreover, the funeral was obviously a large family, and there were two strings of big white lanterns hanging at the door of the big mansion that I didn't know how many rooms there were, and there was an endless stream of cars and horses coming and going at the door, and up and down were relatives and friends dressed in plain clothes with sad faces.

Wang Shen carried the sword on his back, knew the rules in his heart, and it was not good to get too close to the winner's house, so he gathered in the crowd not far from the gate to watch.

From watching the gossip of the lively neighbors, Wang Shen learned that the owner of this family is a big family in this area, and it is said that there is still a lot of official status, and the old lady of the family who died died was just left in the middle of the night last night, and he had already invited the immortal official master of the Yin Division to enter the door early in the morning, and he has not come out yet.

Master Xianguan?

When Wang Shen heard this, he became interested again, and squeezed to the door again while people were not paying attention.

After about half an hour, in addition to the crowd of visitors who came into the door to mourn, someone finally came out of the door. The person who came out was dressed in a black suit for the Yin Division, and carried a palm-sized oil lamp in his hand, which was covered with a black cloth, revealing only the base of an oil lamp. However, the strange thing is that the oil lamp holder that exposed the corner was not the color of the black iron lamp that Wang Shen used to use before, but it was shining with bright golden light.

But what surprised Wang Shen even more was not the golden oil lamp in this person's hand, but the person's appearance.

Not too old, not too young, not tall or short, not fat or thin, well-proportioned hands and feet, everything looks extremely ordinary and coordinated, or there is something a little incongruous, but compared to this person's face, all incongruity is negligible.

It's not that this person looks ugly or beautiful, if he takes apart his facial features and looks carefully, he can't actually see anything wrong, his eyebrows are not thick or light, his eyes are not long or flat, his nose is not collapsed or straight, his mouth is not thick or thin, and his complexion, skin and hair are all normal. But when these normal facial features came together, for some reason, a surprising and even unforgettable bitter gourd face appeared.

Of course, bitter gourd face does not mean that the face looks like bitter gourd, but describes a person's face to a certain extent. Just like the face that Wang Shen sees now, he can't see any other expression from it except for the word "bitter". Even Wang Shen couldn't imagine whether there could be other expressions on such a face.

This face, even if it laughs from the bottom of its heart, is afraid that it will be a wry smile.

It wasn't until much later, after Wang Shen's long-term observation, that he finally discovered the secret of this bitter face, which boiled down on the pair of eyebrows, which turned up in the middle and pressed down on both sides, so whenever I looked at it, it always looked sad and desolate.

Of course, this is the first time Wang Shen has seen this bitter face, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was wearing a messenger's clothes, he would definitely think that it was not an old lady of an official family who died in this mansion, but the father of a man who was about the same age as him.

I don't know if it was unintentional or deliberate, the family actually invited such an immortal official to come, this bitter look like a mourner, I'm afraid that even the most sad relatives in the house can't fiddle with it, it's too appropriate.

It was the old housekeeper in the house who went out with the bitter-faced immortal official, and when the two stepped out of the threshold, the old housekeeper pulled the bitter-faced immortal official aside and whispered.

Naturally, others can't hear this, but for Wang Shen, who has all eight pulses, as long as he pays a little attention, he can hear a rough idea.

"Shen Xianguan, this trip is really annoying to you. My old lady has done good deeds all his life, and he can walk steadily on this road. The rest of this matter has to be bothered by Lao Shen Xianguan. ”

"Butler, don't worry, this time your old lady is using a golden lamp. Although it cost a hundred taels of silver, it can ensure great wealth and wealth in the next life. I won't tell you the truth, in fact, I only wanted to bring a silver lamp, but I didn't think that the old man of your mansion was such a filial son, and directly invited the most expensive golden lamp for the old lady. Although the price of this golden lamp is a little more expensive, I will naturally be more concerned about the later things, please rest assured. ”

"Yes, yes, my lord is a well-known filial son, how can a hundred taels of silver express the pain of losing his father in his heart. Shen Xianguan, there are many things in the house, so the old man will not be far away, this bit of broken silver, Shen Xianguan took the pot of tea on the road to quench his thirst. ”

"Where, where, the housekeeper is polite, then don't pass by. ”

After speaking, the bitter-faced immortal officer quietly stuffed a piece of silver handed by the butler into his cuffs, and then left with a fist.