A group of Chen clansmen looked at the majestic Chang'an City in the distance, and there was some hope in their hearts.

However, the long period of exile has left many people with no bottom in their hearts.

"After all, the Eastern Tang Dynasty is powerful, and it is not only the Eastern Royal Family that is in trouble with us, but also other big forces......"

A young man muttered in a low voice, "Let's leave the Eastern Tang Kingdom and go to other places, right?"

"It is also not easy to leave Dongtang and gain a foothold in other places. ”

The old man next to him sighed: "If you want to return to your hometown in the future, it will be even more difficult." ”

Everyone was discussing, and suddenly a crisp voice sounded:

"It is rumored that Longling has always been desolate, why would there be an extra city out of thin air?"

The person who spoke out was a girl about fourteen or five years old.

Her eyes rolled around and she looked curiously at Chang'an City in the distance.

"Of course someone is built here......" the person who answered her, halfway through his words, suddenly paused and fell into deep thought.

The long-bearded middle-aged man led by him nodded slowly:

"The fourteenth brother said before that there are barren mountains in this Longling, and there are no roads.

The road leading to this Baiyunyuan from outside the mountain was newly opened up not long ago by a group of Tang troops in order to attack Chang'an. ”

As he spoke, he looked back at the distant wall, which was about four feet high and miles long.

"In the barren mountains and mountains, there are no roads, but you can open up such a large piece of flat ground and find brick and stone materials to build the city, how can ordinary people do this?"

The middle-aged man with a long beard said, looking around at his clansmen.

Everyone, this moment is lost in thought.

Yes, compared to the later people who climbed the mountains and mountains to find the city, how did such a city be built from scratch in the first place?

"Here, maybe not only can my Chen clan rise again in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, but also regain its former glory. ”

The middle-aged man with a long beard looked wonderful: "Even if it is not good, we can be safe and multiply, as long as we can gain a firm foothold in this city." ”

The rest of the Chen family nodded one after another, followed the long-bearded middle-aged man, and walked towards the city gate together.

Approaching the city gate, everyone stopped.

A member of the Chen family came out, one of the three people who were hunted down and rescued by Chang'an.

He walked to the gates and found that there were more people standing guard than there had been that day.

The other party didn't make it difficult, and after the conversation, he simply said: "All of you, you need to go to the relevant departments in the city to file first, and wait for Mr. Wuyun to make a further decision." ”

"The dog is in the city now, can I meet him below?"

"Yes, you go to the city, and we can notify you on your behalf. ”

A doorman led the group of Chen family members into the city, and then walked towards the center of the city.

On the way, the young man of the Chen family who stayed in the city rushed over.

After he thanked the guards, he led the clansmen to the record.

"Feng'er, what is the origin of the doorman who was at the door just now?" an elder of the clan opened his mouth and asked the young man.

The young man hurriedly replied: "Seventh uncle, those are all under the relevant departments of the city, handling the affairs of the city, and assigned to the city gate to check the people entering and leaving the city gate. ”

Seeing that the clansmen were a little confused, he explained: "The so-called 'relevant departments' are the yamen of the official office in the city, which is in charge of Mr. Wuyun, a trusted person of the city lord of Chang'an. ”

The others nodded knowingly.

The young man continued: "There is now another official office in the city, called the 'bureau', I heard that it is specially responsible for public security and law enforcement, and it is currently being prepared, and it will not be long before someone will be sent to the city gate." ”

The middle-aged man with a long beard asked, "Who can enter the yamen in the city?"

"The displaced people settled here and became the people of the city, among whom some talents were selected for the use of Chang'an. ”

The young man replied: "Outside of ordinary people, there is a small martial arts sect here in Qinzhou Mansion in Longbei County, called the Hanshan Sect.

It is said that there are people from the Hanshan faction who have made meritorious contributions to the city, so they have been appreciated by Mr. Wuyun, and a considerable number of disciples have been able to enter the relevant departments and bureaus, and some of them are in high positions. ”

"The Cold Mountain Faction?"

Everyone in the Chen family was at a loss.

Their ancestral land is far away from Longbei County, and few clansmen deal with this area.

The Qinzhou Mansion is not familiar with it, let alone the Hanshan faction.

However, similar local forces, they have been in contact with a lot in other places before.

"The head snake of the land of Yifu, it would be good to be able to produce a cultivator of the fourth realm, right?"

An old man muttered to himself.

The young man nodded: "What the Twelfth Uncle said is exactly that the person who is currently the highest cultivator of the Hanshan Sect is their head, the fourth realm, the martial artist of the Yongwei realm. ”

When some people around me heard this, they suddenly felt much more relaxed.

"The sect where the Fourth Realm martial artist is in charge can take on a big role in the city, so I will wait here, there is a lot to do!"

The Chen family declined, was forced into exile, and the masters and talents in the clan withered, and they were at a rare trough in their own history.

But even then, emaciated camels are bigger than horses.

It's just that there is a group of people here right now, and there are several martial artists in the Fourth Realm.

The middle-aged man with a long beard at the head has reached the sixth realm of martial arts, and the cultivation of a military marshal.

Moreover, the Chen family, as a famous family in the Eastern Tang Dynasty in the past, established a family with martial arts and family history.

The inheritance of martial arts is far from being comparable to a local force like the Hanshan Sect.

To be precise, not to mention Qinzhou Mansion, even in the entire Longbei County, the Chen family at its peak in the past was enough to walk sideways, and it could be juxtaposed with Taoist holy places like the Forgetting Truth.

To say that they are phoenixes that have fallen off the shelf is not as good as chickens is really mean.

But even if it's really a fallen phoenix, it's not comparable to a sparrow.

"After all, Chang'an City is newly established, everything is in its infancy, we came at the right time, we can take the lead. ”

Everyone in the Chen family was elated.

The predicament that had been hunted down and suppressed before was finally swept away.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man with a long beard frowned:

"Get carried away so quickly? This is not the place for you to do whatever you want. ”

An old man beside him smiled and said: "I misunderstood, the magic of this city, everyone sees it, how can it be so arrogant that there is an anti-guest and a dove occupies the heart of the magpie's nest?"

But compared to the likes of the Cold Mountain, my Chen clan has exceeded too much in terms of current strength and potential.

Everyone serves Chang'an, how can others compare to us?

That is, in the future, there will be forces that can compete with us, and we will also take the lead, and in the future, the high-level leaders of Chang'an will have a place for their own clan. ”

The rest of the Chen family also raised their eyebrows and was full of hope for a new life in the future.

Only the young man who had been in the city before looked embarrassed at this time.

"Feng'er, but what's so special?"

The middle-aged man with the long beard noticed the boy's abnormality and asked.

The young man looked around, looking at the enthusiastic faces of his clansmen, relatives and friends, and couldn't help but swallow and spit at the foam.

Everyone gradually realized that something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Before, I competed with a disciple of the Cold Mountain Sect......

The young man slurred, and finally smiled bitterly: "...... Lost. ”