The towering gates of the city were wide open, and everyone waited with bated breath.

The elite soldiers opened the way, lined up on both sides.

Mu Zixiao, who was dressed in black brocade, rode a shiny black horse at the head of the team, her expression was solemn, and she didn't smile, but everyone in the city was very kind when she saw her.

"The lord of the city is back!"

"Long live the castle lord!"

"The lord of the city is back!"

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and they desperately waved their hands to Mu Zixiao.

An old man couldn't help but burst into tears and wanted to kneel, and as soon as he knelt, the people around him were going to kneel down together.

At this time, the old man was helped up by an invisible force, but he saw that it was Mu Zixiao who pulled the reins, paused, raised his right hand lightly, and pulled him up.

Although Mu Zixiao's expression was serious, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and he shook his head at everyone, "I don't kneel to anyone in Weiyang City." ”

"Long live the castle lord!"

The people around him pulled up the old man, and countless people helped up the person who was about to kneel, and raised their hands together to cheer: "Long live the city lord!" ”

The market was crowded with men, women and children cheering in unison, and children were carried on their shoulders, like seedlings that had absorbed enough water compared to the rags of previous months, and once again glowed with a touching vitality, their eyes shining and their faces smiling.

Mu Zixiao finally showed a slight smile in the face of everyone's cheers, and on the right behind her was Ying Luan, who was wearing silver armor and holding a spear, guarding her.

On the left behind him was Yan Jinfang, who was as cold as frost, but he couldn't be indifferent when he saw the scene of Weiyang City, and his heart was surging.

Mu Zixiao was greeted by Xingluo and his party, each of them had red eyes, and they all bowed together.

Mu Zixiao nodded, dismounted, looked at the people who stayed in Weiyang City, and couldn't help but pat Xingluo's shoulder: "You have worked hard." ”

Xingluo finally couldn't help it, wiped his tears, "The city lord can return safely, what hard do we have to do, you have done an unprecedented big thing, what we have done is just a small thing to promote this big step." ”

Mu Zixiao smiled helplessly: "I didn't expect you to be a sycophant." ”

Xingluo shook his head resolutely, but he didn't say anything more, but immediately took out a piece of paper, "City Lord, this return is a good time to inspire the whole city to tide over the difficulties together, this is the imperial decree I drafted, you just need to stand on this Moon Pavilion, and I will read it out to everyone with a loudspeaker stone, but please take a quick look at this content." ”

Mu Zixiao took it and read it quickly, but he didn't give it back to him, but solemnly put it away, "My words, I can't talk about any imperial decree, although your content is good, but it is too biting the word Wenjue, if you need to take this opportunity to inspire everyone, I will go to the Moon Pavilion and talk to everyone." ”

Under everyone's attention, Mu Zixiao walked towards the newly built Moon Pavilion, and did not take the sword, but walked up step by step.

The cheers in the city continued, and everyone's eyes moved with Mu Zixiao, until she stood at the top of the Moon Pavilion, she looked around at Lord Gao's people, and the originally noisy city suddenly became quiet.

The city of 10,000 people, the main road with so many people, no one spoke anymore, and everyone looked at her with blank eyes.

Mu Zixiao looked at the dense crowd below, and suddenly regretted a little, why did he have a hot brain and want to give a speech? She had overcome a slight social fear and resurfaced, making her feel uncomfortable.

saw Ying Luan and Xingluo standing behind her at some point, and put a few sound stones in front of her.

Mu Zixiao coughed lightly, "Everyone......"

The words were stuck, and before he could react, he heard another excited shouting below.

They looked at her affectionately and hopefully, and saw her as a trusted person who could be entrusted with their lives.

"As the lord of Weiyang City, today I Mu Zixiao, here, I don't say articles, I don't say empty words, I just say something simple and easy to understand.

This battle of Anyu City, to save relatives, everyone has paid blood and sweat, this merit is not the work of my Mu Zixiao alone, the victory of this battle belongs to everyone in Weiyang City, belongs to everyone oppressed by Anyu City. This glory belongs to all of you here. ”

All the monks, the monks and the common people, listened to her with wide eyes and ears pricked up. was crushed by the gate valve, bullied by the world, and whipped by the immortal cultivation world of the weak. But now this brilliant record, the city lord said, belongs to everyone, and they have taken a lot of effort to digest this sentence.

But this is such a sentence, to make their hearts warm, this is a high-ranking person, a monk who is higher than them, can fight with the Yuan Ying Great Perfection, and identify with their ordinary people.

At this moment, they are no longer seen as ants, but as living beings.

"There have been countless people who have told me that in the world of cultivating immortals, strength is respected, luck, destiny, bloodline, and talent are the most important.

The rules of this world are the rules of the strong. I can't say that this is wrong, but the existence of the disaster of Anyu City, if you accept it, there will be no future, but now that you and I are so small, how can we shake a behemoth like the Blue Jiao Clan?

So we have to condense together, with my Mu Zixiao alone, we can fight a high-level monk, and with my Mu Zixiao and others, we can fight with heaven and earth! ”

Mu Zixiao's words were deafening, and a fire was ignited in their hearts, whether it was a monk or a common person, they were no longer people who were alone in the world of cultivating immortals, no longer people who only cared about their own future, they became a group of people, a group of people who condensed together and worked together to survive.

"From now on, in this Weiyang City, under my rule, whether it is a monk who can cultivate or an ordinary person who cannot cultivate, he will be treated equally. Everyone performs their duties, this city is impregnable, and using this place as a torch will burn the entire Zhongtian Continent! ”