"Your name is Xiaojun?" The middle-aged man in front of him, dressed in a gold-rimmed white coat, with long hair to his shoulders, and a kind face, should be the lord of the city. Before coming, the village chief of Rainforest Village had already explained to Jiajun that the city lord's name was Fu Yu University, and it was okay to see him as a scholar or a city lord.

This shijie is dominated by mortals, there are very few monks, and the whole country still selects talents according to the path of the imperial examination. The title of university scholar is considered to be a person of very high learning.

"I've seen a scholar", Jiajun is now disgusted with the title of city lord, and although he has changed his language, he still plans to call the person in front of him a bachelor.

"Good boy, I'm sorry for you!" Scholar Fu Yu looked like an elegant person, and his eyes seemed to be full of pity when he looked at Jiajun. In the eyes of the world, Anping Village ended up in order to cooperate with the officers and soldiers to suppress bandits, and if he can't come up with some means as the city lord, he is afraid that it will cool the hearts of the villagers in other villages. In addition to spending a lot of money to invite those immortals to come out, the orphan in front of him also has to be well settled.

"Child, I will definitely seek justice for your family! A few immortals who have been worshiped in our city for many years will personally take action to strangle that demon!"

The scholar thought of a thought and thought of the most haode method, "You are helpless now, I am willing to accept you as a righteous son, are you willing?" Now that he has broken through the realm and come to this sea and heaven realm, someone actually wants to accept him as a righteous son? This made Jiajun cry and laugh in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the scholar thought that the child was affected by all kinds of changes in this great sorrow and joy, and he had no idea for a while. "Don't be in a hurry to agree, stay here first, and from then on you will enjoy the treatment of a son. When you think clearly, give me an answer!" Fu Yu said with a loving smile, he thought that as long as it took a while, this child would be able to recover from his grief, after all, the treatment of the son of the city lord was better than that of a son of a hunter, I don't know how much.

This matter soon spread, and the villagers of other villages greatly increased their admiration for the city lord, and lamented that this child named Xiaojun was a blessing in disguise and could live a good life in the future.

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The Castle Lord's Mansion is a large rectangular manor, divided into many pieces from the periphery to the middle. The outermost circle is the lower wing room, which is used by miscellaneous servants, the middle wing room, which is used by servants with little power, such as housekeepers and stewards, and the middle side is the upper wing room and the main hall and the main room, which are respectively the residence of the sons and daughters of the city lord, the place of deliberation and hospitality, and the residence of the city lord's husband and wife. In addition, there are several well-manicured courtyards in the easternmost part of the mansion, which are specially prepared for visiting guests. The mansion is surrounded by wings at all levels, and there are large and small garden pavilions, and the whole mansion has an elegance and tranquility independent of the mortal world.

According to the instructions of the city lord, several maids arranged Jiajun into an upper wing room on the north side. Each upper wing is self-contained, with its own garden and corridor, which can only be accessed through a separate door.

The four corners of the roof of the upper wing house are pointed, the wall is paved with yellow and carved solid wood panes, a mahogany door is closed, and the wooden plaque on the door reads "Quiet and Quiet Residence". When they sent Jiajun here, the eyes of several maids secretly looked at each other, and one of the leaders pursed his lips slightly, raised his hand and knocked on the door with a little hesitation, and shouted inside, "Yijie Gongzi!"

"What's the matter?" After a while, a young man's voice came from the door, it sounded like he had just changed his voice, and Jiajun's perception swept slightly, and he saw the boy standing in the courtyard of the wing. 14 or 5 years old, with short black hair, a resolute look that does not match his age on his handsome face, and a thin figure, only about a head taller than the current Jiajun. Now he was standing upright in the middle of the courtyard, as if he was meditating. When he replied, his eyes were still closed, his slender eyelashes, and his rich sword eyebrows, exuding a heroic aura all over his body.

"Childe, the lord intends to take in a righteous son, let the younger ones treat each other with the courtesy of a son, and arrange for this handsome son to come to live in a quiet house and live with Yijie Gongzi. The tone of this maid's voice always revealed a hint of uneasiness to Xiaojun's ears. Could it be that there is something strange about this Yijie son?" Jia Jun thought to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiajun found that this Yijie son's body shook slightly, and his two fists were clenched and slowly released, but his face never showed any expression. "Yes, please come in! Also, please let my father know as soon as possible when my father will drive me away!" he said coldly, but his tone was unusually calm.

"The master definitely didn't mean that!" the maid was nervous, and hurriedly said, "It's just that the wing room is not enough, so it's just to disturb the son for the time being, please don't think about it!"

"Really?" Yijie Gongzi stopped talking after a self-deprecating sneer. With a bitter face, a few maids pushed open the door of the wing room and led Jiajun in, and the whole process of Na Yijie Gongzi closed his eyes and continued his meditation.

After Jiajun sat down in the wing, several maids left in a hurry. This upper wing room is quite large, and there are several rooms in the inner room, not to mention two people, and it is no problem to live a few more. Then why is this Yijie boy so unwelcoming to himself? Thinking about it, he swept his perception towards those maids. As expected, those people came out of Jingyiju, and when they saw that there was no one else, they were chatting on the road.

It turned out that when the lord of the city went to this place, a total of five upper wings were built in the mansion, which were for his three men, two women and five children. Four of them were born and raised by his original wife, Mrs. Wang, except for one boy. The boy's mother was originally a maid in the house, but somehow she was favored by the city lord and gave birth to a son, the third in line. Because the eldest and second are daughters, the first son made the city lord happy, so he gave the maid the title of a concubine. However, later, the city lord's original wife, Mrs. Wang, had two sons in a row, but this concubine died of illness inexplicably.

That boy is naturally Yijie's son, he is no longer the only son, his mother is not the original match, not to mention, he died early, his status in the house has also plummeted, and he only has the name of a son.

Because there are not enough wings, since Jiajun is regarded as an adopted son, he can only share an upper wing room with a certain son now. Which son will be used, of course, you don't need to think about it to know. His arrival should have made this Yijie son feel that he had no status in the mansion again, right?

When I was in the Holy Spirit Continent, I didn't have parents since I was a child, and I didn't know anything about father's love and mother's love, so I only grew up under the protection of my older brother. Until he was forced out of the trial, he had never encountered any strong winds and waves along the way. Although he has a heavy treasure, he has been stuck in the bottleneck of his state of mind for a long time and cannot break through. Now that God has thrown me in such a place, is it for me to make up for everything I haven't experienced before?

Breaking through the state of mind, although he knew that what was missing now was this, he was confused about what to do. Other monks went to the trial of life and death, but it would not work for him who already possessed the holy weapon. Jiajun realizes that he needs a different path, maybe that's why God has made him here?

However, Jiajun didn't plan to deliberately arrange any way to improve, after all, this can't be arranged, rather than exhausting the organs, it is better to do whatever you want!

Yes, you can do whatever you want! I was thinking too much before, eager to improve, but stuck in a bottleneck. Now I don't want to think about anything, just do whatever you want in this new shijie! Thinking of this, Jiajun's heart is much more steady.