On the Xiaodong Mountain in Xijin City, Li Xuangang sat aside, while Li Yuqian stood on the left and right.

After taking a sip of tea, he asked:

"The construction progress of the small cities around Xijin City is like this?"

Hearing that Uncle Nine was asking about business, Li Yuqian put down the teapot in his hand and replied:

"Uncle Jiu, everything is normal, according to Uncle Changji's plan, the five surrounding affiliated cities are under construction.

In each small city, the family sent three clansmen to assist in the construction of the city, and most of the labor was recruited from Xijin City. ”

"If nothing else, it will be completed by the end of this year. At the beginning of spring next year, the surrounding mortal people will be able to officially move in. ”

Li Xuangang then continued to ask:

"How is the surrounding farmland being cultivated enough to provide food for so many people?"

"Uncle Jiu, don't worry, I have planned enough area around me for the development of farmland, and I will definitely be able to supply the entire Xijin City and the five surrounding affiliated cities with food. ”

Nodding lightly, Li Xuangang found that Li Yuqian now also had a fourth-level cultivation of qi refining.

After casually pointing her a few times, he was ready to leave from Xijin City.

......

It was late autumn at this time, and there was already some chill in the air. Take a casual breath and you can spit out a white mist.

When Li Xuangang left, it was a morning when the mist covered everything, and he walked out of Xijin City, and there were still mortal clansmen who went out to work in pairs and threes within his sight.

And some shops in the city have also opened.

Along the way, all the way to look at the changes in Xijin City over the years, except for the expansion of the city, there are no special changes.

Decades ago, there was an inn at the foot of Xiaodong Mountain, and it is still there. But the owner who came inside should have changed.

There is a wide river outside Xijin City, which runs from west to east and finally flows into the majestic Tianhe.

This small river is one of the lifeblood of Xijin City, and many mortals in the city rely on this river for food.

Whether it is used as a water source or as a fishing place when the grain harvest fails, this river is very important to Xijincheng.

When Li Xuangang was a resident monk in Yuzhang City in his early years, he had heard that a first-order fish demon beast appeared in this small river that he didn't know where it came from. After eating a lot of people, in the end, monks were sent from Taiqiu Mountain to solve the matter.

And at this moment, there is a small pavilion on the side of this small river, and a pretty figure is boiling something inside?

Li Xuangang was about to escape back to Taiqiu Mountain after leaving the city gate, but when he let go of his divine sense, he sensed a familiar aura in this small pavilion.

He hesitated a little, but finally walked towards the river.

......

The water is rippling, and the morning breeze is warm.

A picturesque woman squatted in a wooden pavilion, with a small stove in front of her, and a layer of warm light leaking out inadvertently.

The warm light reflected on the woman's fair face, red and very weak.

The stove was small, and there was an even more elaborate clay pot on top of it, and the contents of the crockpot seemed to be cooked, because the small holes in the lid were constantly emitting white steam.

A woman dressed in a white palace dress is carefully removing the lid from the crockpot.

The next moment, a burst of white steam mixed with the rich aroma of rice rose, hiding her little face, hazy, unreal!

Pout, blowing away the annoying white vapor. He casually picked up a big wooden spoon from the side, put it in the crockpot and stirred it a few times, and finally handed it to his mouth and tasted it.

The millet porridge, which had been boiled for an hour, seemed to taste good, as a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth.

When Li Xuangang arrived in a black robe, the woman was carrying a white, small Dundun porcelain bowl with a freshly served, soft and glutinous millet porridge.

The white steam shuffled over the edge of the bowl, and the woman pursed her lips, carefully blowing it cold, and then quietly snorted.

At this moment, in Li Xuangang's eyes. There is no noise and noise in the market, only the warm morning breeze and river view. Everything is so peaceful, revealing a clear beauty.

"Han Daoyou!"

Hearing someone shouting to herself, Han Yuru hurriedly put down the small porcelain bowl in her hand and stood up.

At this moment, Li Xuangang had already walked to the inside of the small pavilion.

I don't know if Han Yuru was too involved in boiling porridge, or Li Xuangang deliberately didn't let her find out, anyway, it wasn't until Li Xuangang casually sat down on a stool next to the small stove that Han Yuru reacted.

She never thought that she would meet Li Xuangang here.

But before she could ask the other party, Li Xuangang spoke first.

"I wonder why Han Daoyou came here?"

Han Yuru was stunned for a moment, and naturally took out a beautiful white porcelain bowl from the bamboo basket beside her, filled it with millet porridge, and handed it to Li Xuangang.

The white porcelain bowl was also printed with a few small vermilion characters, Li Xuangang looked at it, and found that it was written: Jincheng summer, red leafhoppers chirp.

"This year, the children of Xijincheng are going to be sent to Taiqiu Mountain for qualification, I saw this task in the Shangong Hall, and I wanted to see what the life of a mortal under the protection of the big family was like, so I took this task, and I just arrived here yesterday. ”

took the white porcelain bowl from Han Yuru's hand, gently blew the white steam rising inside, and took a sip.

The millet porridge is boiled rotten, and it only feels tasteless at first, but after swallowing, it has a sweet aftertaste, and the special taste of the grain slowly fills the mouth and tongue.

"So that's the case, what does Han Daoyou think after seeing it?"

Han Yuru smiled, and the two small dimples on her face were particularly eye-catching.

She whispered:

"Sure enough, the mortals who have the protection of the big family are very stable, and their lives are also very peaceful, much better than the rest of the unattended mortal gathering places. At least you don't have to worry about monster infestation from time to time. ”

It seemed that he heard something from Han Yuru's mouth, and Li Xuangang did not continue to ask.

Han Yuru is a casual cultivator in Wujiangfang City, and when she has not entered the path of cultivation, she thinks that she is also like those mortals who have no monks to protect her, and she is always in danger of being attacked by demon beasts.

And it is very likely that he will have a miserable childhood, but Li Xuangang is not a good person, he doesn't know if the other party is willing to talk to him about this, so he simply chose not to ask.

As the morning fog on the river gradually dissipated, the fishermen in Xijin City also appeared on the river with large and small fishing boats, some people were shouting, and some people were casting nets.

Li Xuangang was still sitting in place, the millet porridge had been drunk, and Han Yuru quietly cleaned up the mess.

He has been on the path of cultivation for many years, but for some reason he chose to break his vows today.

When Han Yuru finished cleaning up, holding a bamboo basket containing dishes, chopsticks and miscellaneous items in one hand and the small stove in the other, Li Xuangang also stood up and naturally took the stove from her hand.

The two paced together by the still cool river, and slowly walked towards Xijin City.

Both of them were very calm.

Han Yuru was next responsible for escorting the children of Xijin City to Taiqiu Mountain.

Walking side by side, Li Xuangang looked ahead and said seemingly casually:

"After a while, I may have to leave Taiqiu Mountain for a while. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Off the island?"

"Hmm...... How long will it take?"

Li Xuangang hesitated for a moment, but still said:

"Not sure, but I'm probably going to stay there for the next few years. ”

Han Yuru didn't answer again, but her face darkened slightly.

Next, both of them were silent, Han Yuru pondered in her heart for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Is that the same as Li Xuantian, I heard that he also went to a far away place. Yu Heng said that he might have to leave for a long time!"

Hearing Han Yuru mention his second brother Li Xuantian, he stopped, and Han Yuru also stood still with him.

Sighing, he said:

"Don't worry, my situation with my second brother is different. It's just a mission. ”

"Oh....... That's it!"

There was some imperceptible worry in his soft tone.

......

Sending Han Yuru back to Xijin City, Li Xuangang did not choose to return to Taiqiu Mountain with her, but turned into a retreat in advance.

On the way back, because of Han Yuru, he remembered his second brother Li Xuantian, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and heard that he had gone to the far north.

Like most of the clansmen of the Xuanzi generation, the figure of the second brother Li Xuantian Li Xuangang is also magnificent in his heart.

It's not about cultivating talent, it's not about cultivating to the realm.

It's a trust that's been built over decades from childhood to adulthood.

......

Half a month later, Li Xuangang left Taiqiu Mountain to carry out the task assigned to him by his fifth uncle Li Changqing.

At the same time, Li Changqing also sent a sound jade tube to Li Qingshui, who was in Binhaifang City.

The matter of the treasure ship's refining drawings was too important to the family, and of course he would not pin all his hopes on Li Xuangang alone.

He wants to make this thing as foolproof as possible, and there can be no accidents!