That Wu Langzhong was the apprentice that Ximen Tian accepted in Xingshan Village, and he also married Yuqing Xu to him.

At that time, Ximen Tian saw that he was eager to learn, and taught him some techniques for the use of aura, but he didn't expect that this Wu Langzhong was actually a person with spiritual roots, who had practiced for a hundred years and arrived at King Kong, practicing medicine and saving people on the rivers and lakes, leaving a lot of good reputation.

Of course, Ximentian's soul was greatly injured at this time, his memory was completely lost, his mouth could not speak, his ears could not hear, and it was a great luck to survive, let alone know him.

"Hey, boy, what are you looking at?" an old beggar patted Ximen Tian on the shoulder, startling him.

Ximen Tian turned around and saw the muddy steamed buns in the old beggar's hand, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He didn't pick up Wu Langzhong's basket of buns just now, and he is still hungry.

"Is there any money?" the old beggar laughed hesitantly, and came to Ximentian with the wooden stick in his hand. Of course, Ximentian couldn't hear anything, just looked at the steamed bun pitifully.

"Alas. The old beggar softened his heart and handed the steamed bun to Ximentian.

"You...... Don't choke, in the future, your eyes will be sharper on the street, and when you see the steamed buns that have fallen, you will quickly go up and grab them. Looking at the young man's eating appearance, the old beggar laughed and scolded, and began to talk about some big truths.

Ximen Tian didn't care about his dirty hands, and swallowed this moment of happiness in a big gulp. After a while, the steamed bun was all down.

Seeing this, passers-by on the street avoided one after another, pinching their noses and walking around the road, for fear of being contaminated with bad luck.

"You, just call me old one-eyed. Don't be inhibited, talk to me. The old one-eyed pointed to his left eye, which was somewhat white, and then Simon realized that the old beggar who gave him money was actually a half-blind man.

"Looks like a mute. Ximen Tian didn't speak, and the old one-eyed couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Some rich and noble families often spill rice outside, and there is meat inside!" he muttered again, only to find that Ximen Tian pointed to his ear again.

It seems that what I just said was all in vain.

On the main road in the city, two beggars walked and stopped pleasantly, while passers-by on the side of the street cursed in low voices.

"Get out of the way!" Suddenly the city gate opened, and two teams of sergeants with spears and carts carrying large and heavy boxes rushed in, and the quick-eyed pedestrians narrowly avoided it, and the slow-moving ones were knocked aside. If it weren't for Simon's hand to pull the old one-eyed aside quickly, I'm afraid this old beggar would be like those injured pedestrians.

As the long brigade of boxes passed, passers-by began to talk. Most of them are about discussing the contents of some boxes.

Without hearing and sound, Ximen Tian naturally couldn't hear what those passers-by said, and with his keen eyesight, he clearly saw a drop of coagulated blood in the middle of the road.

In fact, since three years ago, the box has been being shipped to the city, and once a month a long convoy rushes in and sends it to the depths of the city.

However, since six months ago, convoys have been transporting boxes more and more frequently. From one month, to half a month, to ten days, to five days. Nowadays, a convoy of soldiers enters the city every three days.

Above the attic, several women gathered together, showing off the treasures of their homes to each other.

Three-color streamer, northern moon pearl, 100-year-old snow lotus...... They are all treasures of the mortal world.

"Ruoruo, why didn't you bring anything. You're the eldest lady of the city lord's family. The fourth young lady of the Song family, a prominent clan in the city, chuckled.

"My dad seems to be very busy lately, and he doesn't pay much attention to me. "The woman named Ruoruo is in the twenty-eighth flower, although it is not a national posture, but it is also a small jasper. She picked up the tea on the tea table and took a sip.

"Yes, the Acropolis Lord brought a lot of boxes after a while, and I don't know what they were. All the women talked about it, and their eyes were on the eldest lady of the city lord's family.

"You don't ask, Uncle Wei usually loves you so much. A quirky girl suddenly appeared, so frightened that she almost spilled the tea.

"Okay, you ......" Ruoruo looked gloomy and stretched out her delicate little hand.

"Don't scratch...... I'm afraid of itching hahaha......" The two girls chased and played, and the shadows flickered under the curtain, showing the life of a rich woman.

Suddenly there was a commotion under the attic, and the girls stopped playing, gathered around the screen window and watched the convoy carrying the boxes to the depths of Jiangcheng below.

"I also asked my father, but as soon as my father heard me say this, he immediately seemed to be a different person, but he was fierce. Ruoruo shook her head, remembering that her father, who had always loved her, suddenly changed his face.

"No......" The women covered their mouths and exclaimed, looking at Ruoruo in disbelief.

"I have a solution. The daughter of the richest merchant in Jiangcheng hooked her fingers, and all the women quietly came over.

"Sure enough, it's the businessman's daughter, and she really has a brain. Ruoruo exclaimed, and all the women also agreed, only the second lady who had seen Ximen Tian showed a trace of displeasure.

In the study room of the City Lord's Mansion, a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue silk shirt and a blue auspicious cloud pattern belt tied around his waist kept rubbing his hands, seemingly looking very irritable.

He is the lord of Jiangcheng, one of the few rulers of Jiangcheng who is regarded as the patron god of the people in the troubled times of the mortal world. He had 200,000 troops, resisted foreign enemies, maintained order, and was deeply loved by the people. What was it that made him so irritable?

"How's it going?" a hoarse voice rang out in the study, and the temperature of the room dropped a few degrees suddenly.

Behind the Acropolis Lord, the blood-colored phantom slowly solidified, and a black-clothed and masked man appeared in the study.

"You give me a little more time, I'm already in the fast shipping. The Acropolis Lord was very nervous, and his thumb kept stroking the jade wrench on his index finger.

"You still want to show your clarity in front of these fools, if you don't want your family to die, hurry up and finish it!" the masked man sneered, his tone unrelenting.

"You have also seen that in the past three days, the two ends have been transported in from outside the city, and the people have begun to suspect ......" The city lord of Jiangcheng, who is dignified and consummated, actually has no idea of daring to resist.

"I don't care, you should know that the Tang Dynasty was destroyed by my waning moon a few decades ago, and the group of immortal cultivators in the immortal cultivation world didn't dare to participate, if you offend the waning moon, don't think about having a way to live. As soon as the masked man finished speaking, he turned into several black crows and left.

The Acropolis Lord sighed, opened the maze of the study, and then slapped the mechanism on the bookshelf, and then twisted slightly, revealing a bottomless hole.

He looked around again, and when he was sure there were no flaws, he quietly walked in. In the depths of the cave, there were still bursts of mist.

Who would have thought that in this heavenly Jiangcheng on earth, its city lord would actually have a connection with the waning moon!