"What do you say?" A young man in his twenties beside Ming Ze was very dissatisfied.

Jiang Narao glared at the man coldly and looked at Ming Ze:

"If you have something to say, you might as well go into the city and say, Qi Mo won't even dare to let me in Jucheng, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the young man was unhappy again, but before he could speak, Ming Ze raised his hand to stop him from speaking, turned around and signaled to the guard, and said to Jiang An:

"Come with me." After speaking, he led the way first and led Jiang Anrao and others into the city.

The soldiers did not stop it, obviously, Ming Ze also had some weight in this Jucheng.

Everyone walked all the way, unlike Jiang Anrao who wore cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles, Ming Ze and the others wore hemp straw shoes. The three of them walked with Jiang Anrao and others in the city for more than an hour, and finally came to a courtyard.

It's an ordinary house, but from time to time some people who are similar to Mingze's attire come and go.

"This is the Jucheng Ink Scholar Hall, you can settle down here."

"So, thank you."

"You have come from afar, you have been tired of traveling, rest for one night, and tomorrow I will gather Qi Mo's people in Jucheng, and I will send someone to lead you to the Tao."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

After Jiang Anrao finished speaking, he turned around and entered the Ink Scholar Hall.

It is said that it is the Ink Pavilion, and it is true that it only accepts people from the Mo family, and you can stay here and eat with the identity of the Ink Scholar.

However, after going in and taking a look at the food of the people on the table in the lobby, Jiang Anrao decided to take people out to eat.

I wanted to take a shower and clean up before going out, but when I asked me to help prepare the bath soup, I was refused. The reason is that there is a shortage of water this year, and people are not allowed to bathe at will at this time and waste water.

Jiang Anrao: ......

Okay.

I haven't taken a shower for half a month. She endures.

Now that you have entered the city, no one will be embarrassed when you wander around the city. Jiang Anderao took people around, and after looking for a long time, he found a restaurant where he could eat.

The optional meals are quite monotonous, with white callus, camellia, bracken, leeks, artemisia, and chrysanthemum as all the optional green vegetables, and the meat is basically only mutton, which is quite expensive. The staple food is all kinds of bean rice, yellow rice and the like. But this is also much better than those unknown rice porridge mixed with grass roots and vegetables in the Ink Scholar Hall.

Twenty people spent a lot of money on a meal, and even a person with a big heart like Fang Yuan frowned when he heard that amount.

After eating, a few people continued to walk around Jucheng, but they didn't take long to go back.

There are no pedestrians on this street, and there are hardly any shops to be found, and there is nothing to do in the city.

Linzi still has some fireworks, but Jucheng is bleak and depressed.

Go back to the Ink Collector's Hall, and everyone goes back to their rooms to rest. Jiang Anrao thought about it again and again, but after all, he couldn't help but turn off the live broadcast and took out wet wipes to wipe his body, and then changed his clothes before going to sleep.

Early in the morning of the second day, sure enough, someone from Mingze came to look for Jiang Angrao and others, and the eyes of the people in the hall at this time were different from yesterday.

Yesterday, these people didn't know that this was Qin Molai's person, although they said that their outfits were a little different from them, but after all, they were wearing coarse cloth clothes, and when they learned their identities today, they immediately looked vigilant.

Jiang Anrao ignored those gazes, and followed Ming Ze's people to the place he said with the eighteen ink masters who were rested and energetic, as well as Wang Yun. Many other inkers followed them from afar.

An unpretentious courtyard with an empty front square and a spacious lobby with no ornaments. At this time, there were already many people sitting in the lobby, and as soon as Jiang Anrao and the others entered, all these people raised their eyes and looked over.

For a while, Jiang Anrao was "brushed" by all kinds of eyes.

Jiang Anrao strode over, the main seat in the hall was already sitting firmly in the hall, and he was also full of people, and at this time, only the entrance position of the lobby by the square was still empty.

According to the rules of the people, the master sits in the main seat, the right is more noble than the left, and the position at the door is not in the stream.

Jiang Anrao raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ming Ze. Ming Ze does not say a word, his eyes look at his nose and his nose and his heart.

This old man is playing this game with her?

The Mo family doesn't pay attention to etiquette, but his seating method doesn't look like he doesn't pay attention to etiquette. It's obvious that she's squeezed her.

There were forty or fifty people sitting in the hall at this time, and there were some other ink artists in the courtyard. Ming Ze was obviously sitting in the center at this time, properly in the C position.

Jiang Anrao glanced at it, directly entered the lobby and walked directly to Ming Ze's side, this action was very abrupt, especially since she was followed by Wang Yun Fang Yuan and more than a dozen others. Hula walked in, and everyone looked at them.

Jiang Narao spoke directly condescendingly to an ink artist on the right hand side of Ming Ze, on the left side of the lobby:

"Please get up."

The forty-year-old ink man was stunned for a moment, followed by a frown of his eyebrows, and snorted coldly without the intention of moving.

"I'll only say it twice, please get up."

Jiang Anderao continued to bow his head expressionlessly, and looked up at the people behind the man, "Please get up too." ”

The ink man in his forties tilted his head, as if he didn't bother to reply, ignoring Jiang Anrao's words.

Electric mosquito coils: Rub your hands, there's a good show!

The audience is not afraid of big things when they watch the excitement, and some people have already encouraged Jiang Anrao to hurry up and clean him up!

Jiang Anrao was very obedient. If she can do it, then she will never be noisy!

"So, that's offended."

The words were calm, but after saying this, she started to do it.

Wipe your shoulders and bumper your knees!

With a "bang", the man in his forties instantly covered his face and wailed!

Jiang Narao took the opportunity to directly grab his clothes and throw them, and an adult man in his forties was thrown directly by her like a broken sack and thrown into the yard.

At this moment, all the ink people present were shocked, some immediately jumped up and retreated, and some brushed out their swords and rushed over.

Jiang Anrao didn't need to give an order, Wang Yun and the ink masters who followed her immediately all started to do it!

The twenty or so people who were originally sitting on the left side of the hall were sitting or standing at this time, all of them were their targets.

Everyone rushed up in an instant, and their fists and feet combined to fight each other!

Except for Ming Ze, most of Qi Mo's people rushed over after being shocked.

But Jiang Anrao's Mo family directly grabbed Qi Mo's people next to him and beat them hard, and when others attacked, they took Qi Mo's people to resist. They are all characters who can fight more than one enemy, but in the blink of an eye, the field is a mess.

After a while, most of Qi Mo, who had more people, was thrown out of the lobby and fell into the courtyard wailing, and the rest was a little colorful on his body, trembling and standing on the right side.

And Jiang Anrao and the people she brought were all safe and sound, at this time, the blades were unsheathed, and they cooperated with each other to form a battle formation, and they all confronted Qi Mo on the other side.

"If you have something to say, why do something meaningless."

Jiang Anrao saw that Qi Mo's people didn't dare to rush up again, snorted coldly, reached into his arms and took out something, and lit up at Qi Mo's people opposite:

"This is the Giant Order! I command you as a new ink giant, put away your weapons! ”

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