Well, let's do it first.

I really can't do it in the future, so I'll change it again.

As for whether the change of the imperial order will affect the majesty of the city lord?

City Lord Zhang had countless ways for the people of the city to appreciate his majesty.

The lord of the city, capricious.

As for the current situation, the first person in charge of the bureau is, of course, still concurrently held by his vest Mr. Wuyun.

As in government affairs, he is here to see the big picture.

The actual work is left to the subordinates.

The relevant leader, he also has a suitable candidate.

However, this person is slightly special.

The tall man appeared in front of Zhang Dongyun, who had re-transformed into the image of an old man in black.

"The juniors have seen the seniors. Wen Hu saluted the old man in black.

Mr. Wuyun, dressed in black, sat behind the table and looked at the tall man in front of him.

His tone was indifferent: "Your life, like everyone else, belongs to Your Majesty." ”

"The juniors understand. ”

Wen Hu looked solemn: "If it weren't for the blessing of Chang'an, I'm afraid that the younger generation and those people would have died under the butcher's knife of the Tang Army." ”

He saluted Zhang Dongyun, who was pretending to be Mr. Wuyun in front of him: "The great kindness of the city lord and the seniors, the juniors are unforgettable, and they must do their best to repay them." ”

Right now, he no longer doubted that the demon Dao masters here would use everyone to take blood to refine souls and practice magic skills.

But unlike others, his mind does not completely belong to Chang'an.

In this respect, he is different from the people of the Hanshan faction or the people who have fled.

At the beginning, between the displaced people and the Tang Army, it had nothing to do with him.

It's just that he saw that the road was uneven and he couldn't bear it, so he got involved.

He has his own mentorship and a sense of belonging to his mentorship.

But he had already planned to sacrifice his life for righteousness, but he was saved because of Chang'an.

This kindness, Wen Hu also takes it to heart:

"Please allow me some time to return to my hometown and report the matter to the master, and then return to Chang'an to serve. ”

Zhang Dongyun, who was in the image of Mr. Wuyun, didn't ask him where he was taught, but just looked at him with interest and didn't speak.

Wen Hu thought that Zhang Dongyun was questioning the truth of what he said just now, and said busily:

"The boy was born in the world, standing up to the sky, talking and foaming at the mouth, a nail, no regrets, please believe me. ”

Zhang Dongyun said lightly: "If you go, the old man believes that you will come back as promised." ”

Wen Hu nodded gratefully: "Thank you, senior." ”

"But ......" Zhang Dongyun's tone was not shocked: "If one day, your division is the enemy of my Chang'an, where will you go?"

Wen Hu's brows tightened.

He looked at Zhang Dongyun.

Zhang Dongyun's eyes are like a flat lake, and he doesn't see any waves.

But the invisible pressure revealed in it made the tall man opposite, almost suffocating.

Wen Hu fell silent for a long time.

Zhang Dongyun did not urge, and calmly sat back in the chair.

"The younger generation of teachers understands the righteousness, Chang'an City helps the world and saves the people, there will be no conflict between the two, if there is really that day......"

After a long while, Wen Hu finally spoke again, and his voice was unprecedentedly low:

"The dilemma of grace and righteousness, there is really that day, the younger generation may only have to break himself, thank the teacher, and thank Chang'an. ”

Zhang Dongyun, who was in the image of Mr. Wuyun, heard this, and his tone was as calm as before: "Stupid way ......"

He looked at Wen Hu and smiled faintly: "...... However, it is barely enough. ”

Saying that, Zhang Dongyun had a small burden in his hand.

He casually took out a letter from it and threw it to Wenhu.

Wen Hu was confused at first, took the letter and opened it for a few glances, and his expression changed slightly.

The letter is Ming Guangwei's secret report.

The content, mentioning the people of Longbei County, the leader is not a native of Longbei, but the accent of Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County.

Ling asked the upper echelons of Ming Guangwei to arrange for people to go to Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County to check his origin and identity.

Along with the letter, there is even a simple portrait of him Wenhu.

Although the portrait is only five or six points similar to himself, there are some words on it that describe some of Wenhu's physical features.

"Dark Pavilion, worthy of the name......" Wen Hu read the letter and let out a long breath of turbidity.

Although he tried his best to hide the origin of his teacher, he was still found to have some clues.

With the means of the dark pavilion, if you continue to dig deeper, it may not be impossible to find out his details.

He didn't want to implicate the master, but the situation would not necessarily be reported at that time.

"Senior, this letter is ......" Wen Hu looked up at Zhang Dongyun.

Zhang Dongyun said indifferently: "Since it is here, there is naturally no one on the Dark Pavilion." ”

Wen Hu breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly saluted Zhang Dongyun: "Thanks to the seniors for intercepting this letter, they have helped the juniors a lot...... also helped the younger generation's teachers. ”

There was no need for the old man in black in front of him to say more, Wen Hu's own mind was already clear.

He said in a deep voice: "The seniors have great powers, and Fang is the junior Meng Lang, and I hope the seniors don't care." ”

Zhang Dongyun nodded slowly: "The son can be taught, next, let's do it with heart." ”

On the bureau's side, in addition to Wen Hu, Zhang Dongyun inspected one after another, and selected a few candidates from among the displaced people to build the initial framework.

On the side of the Hanshan faction, they don't choose people.

As everything gradually got on track, the first residents of Chang'an City began to diverge.

Some people, especially farmers, left the city.

Outside the city, they were given land.

After the initial emergency and filling the stomach, everyone has to start to be self-reliant.

The land and the crops are certainly the original foundation.

For the displaced people, although it is difficult to leave their homeland, it is best to have their own land, a prosperous life, and good weather.

In addition to the farmers, there are still some people who have left their hometowns in Chang'an City, and they have been stuck in the fields before.

Among them, there are craftsmen who rely on their skills, there are scholars who are forced into exile to make a living, and there are also scoundrels who are idle in the first place.

Most people worked hard to return to their old jobs, adding countless fireworks and red dust to Chang'an City.

The whole city, inside and out, is gradually on the right track.

If you ignore it, this city is located in the deep mountains and mountains.

At this moment, a group of people walked through the mountains and forests, came to the outside of the city, and looked at a fertile field and majestic city from afar, and everyone was in a daze.

A middle-aged man at the head, stroked his long beard, and asked the person next to him: "Fourteenth brother, is this the Chang'an City you are talking about?"

The man beside him nodded: "It's right here, but there weren't so many people before, it seems that it is really as rumored outside, it is the homeless people of Longbei County who finally settled here." ”

The middle-aged man with a long beard bowed his head slightly, looking at the word "Chang'an" at the head of the city:

"I hope this can also be a place for our Chen clan to regain a foothold. ”