Traveling in the clouds, the mountains and rivers are all in front of you, and it took five days for Tianhao City to appear at the end of the horizon.

Staying in the clouds, a feeling that the world can go to the whole world comes to mind.

"The thousand-year-old cause will start here!" Looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers at the bottom of his feet, Wang Han whispered and flew towards Tianhao City.

"After all, it is the imperial city that covers Nanzhao, and it is really extraordinary. When he arrived at the plank bridge above the moat, Wang Han sighed in his heart.

"Young man, if you can't go, if you don't go, get out of the way, don't get in my way, old man. ”

Wang Han, who was sighing, was interrupted, and when he turned around, he saw that it was an old man with a cart, with four or five bags of grain on it, and he glanced at it and saw that there were more than three hundred catties.

The old man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, a pair of straw sandals, a tattered straw hat, and a gourd hanging from his waist.

"Old man, I'm leaving, but old man, why are you pushing so much grain, are you going to sell it to the city lord?"

The old man's body seemed to be withered, and his hands were full of calluses, hearing Wang Han's question, he looked up at the hot sun, wiped his sweat with the rag around his neck and said, "Alas, the year is not good, these grains are not enough to pay taxes, where can the old man dare to sell it." ”

The rag was white, but now there was still a little bit of white, and it was soaked, and it hung softly on the old man's neck.

Thinking that it was a long way to push, Wang Han flew from afar, and there were many people at his feet, and he thought that the old man came from there.

"Old man, I'll help you push it!" The old man said that he was going to pay taxes, but shouldn't this tax be collected by the officials, why did the old man push it himself, besides, this old man was as thin as firewood, and it was a little pitiful to push such a weight of grain cart on this hot day.

"How does this make you, young man, not a worker, unbearable of this hard work. Seeing that Wang Han wanted to help, the old man hurriedly refused.

It is no wonder that since embarking on the path of cultivation, the whole person's mental state has become extremely mellow, the skin of the body is even more delicate, and the hands are not slender but extremely white and tender.

"Don't worry, old man, I've done a lot of work, don't worry! I also want to go into the city, I can help you give you a ride." ”

Wang Han said something, and the old man was a little unnatural, but in the end, he let Wang Han push him, and the two chatted all the way into the city.

Tianhao City is more than ten miles long, divided into the inner city and the outer city.

Following the old man's guidance all the way, Wang Han pushed the grain cart to an official office called the grain department in the outer city.

There were many people outside the grain department, and there were many carriages full of grain, but there were relatively few carts like those pushed by Wang Han.

Along the way, the old man told Wang Han the reason for pushing grain into the imperial capital.

Nanzhao is located in the south of Xizhou, facing the sea, with abundant rain and abundant rice.

This south is different from the north, two or three crops a year, this old man has a few acres of farmland in his home, that is, two crops a year.

It could have been planted three times a year, but the old man had no children under his knees, only one wife, and a lack of labor.

In a year, five or six stones of grain can be grown, but three or four stones are pushed to the imperial court every year. One stone of grain is about 300 catties, five or six stones of grain is less than 2,000 catties, and then 1,200 catties are pushed away by the imperial court, and there is not much left.

According to what the old man said, it is not like this near Tianhao City, but the entire Nanzhao is like this.

Knowing that Nanzhao's taxes were so heavy, Wang Han was worried that the common people of Nanzhao were not rich.

accompanied the old man to the grain department, and the old man went to pay the grain, and Wang Han waited outside.

It didn't take long for the old man to push an empty car out, and looked at Wang Han happily, "Young man, it's really troublesome for you, you haven't eaten yet, there is a noodle restaurant near this grain division, the boss is familiar with me, their noodles are both authentic and authentic! I'll take you to taste it." ”

"In that case, I won't shirk it, thank you old man first!"

I didn't want to touch the old man's heart, and I hadn't eaten the fireworks in the world for a long time, so I readily agreed.

took the cart pushed by the old man, and under the leadership of the old man, the two crossed a street, and a noodle restaurant appeared in Wang Han's eyes.

Southerners don't like to eat noodles, thinking that there are not many customers, but the noodle restaurant is full of people.

"Old man Liu, are you here to pay the grain again?"

The shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant is a middle-aged man about fifty years old, dressed in a sauce-colored long coat and wearing a white turban on his head.

"Yes, I'll come back tomorrow! The shopkeeper will serve me two bowls of noodles, which are twenty copper coins. ”

"Hey, old man Liu, you are still polite to me, alas?

The two said hello, and the middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Wang Han after receiving the copper coin, his eyes puzzled. This old man Liu has always been alone, and he has no children, how can he still take a young man with him today.

This young man looks extraordinary, how does Old Man Liu recognize it.

"This is a young man I met on the road who helped me push food for a ride. ”

Old man Liu heard the shopkeeper's doubts and explained out loud, and Wang Han saluted the middle-aged shopkeeper when he saw this.

"I see! I said, Old man Liu, how can you have such a good-looking relative, hahaha, please sit down, I will cook noodles for you. The middle-aged shopkeeper listened to Old Man Liu's explanation, and his expression was unexpected.

Old man Liu laughed dryly, and a trace of unnatural but quick concealment appeared on his face.

All this fell in Wang Han's eyes, and after seeing a lot of such expressions, Wang Han didn't bother to care.

The relationship between people is not very intimate, everyone is ordinary, and occasionally a trace of embarrassment is enough to cover up the past. If it's true, you can't be more serious.

After eating noodles, he pushed the cart, asked where the old man's family lived, and asked the old man where the palace was before he was sent out of the city.

After sending the old man away, Wang Han disappeared at the gate of the city like a ghost, and several soldiers guarding the city saw it, and even called the ghost, but they were reprimanded by his commander.

Knowing the direction of the palace, Wang Han casually found a place to live in the imperial city.

There are countless palaces and pavilions in the palace, and I don't know where Wang Xiao lives, so I can only go to explore the road tonight.

When he entered the inn, he sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced. Sensing the crystal clear platform in the dantian, Wang Han's heart was peaceful.

Once a person settles down to do something, time will fly by, so those personal guests sigh that time does not wait.

The sky gradually darkened, sent Xiao Er, who came to invite Wang Han to dinner, closed the door of the inn, and Wang Han took advantage of the night to ride the wind and fly towards the palace.

"The defense is quite tight!" Even in the middle of the night, the sergeants patrolling the palace came and went.

As soon as the perception was opened, some slightly powerful aura around them appeared in the perception, all of which were second- and third-rate masters.

A master of this level is naturally an extremely remarkable person among mortals, but it is far from enough to meet Wang Han, and he is not even qualified to find himself.

There are countless palaces in the palace, Wang Han searched for them one by one, and spent two hours searching for more than 50 palaces, but there was no figure of Wang Xiao, and he suddenly made a difficulty.

"If you keep looking like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to find it tonight. Looking at the large palace hidden in the night ahead, Wang Han decided to fly towards the most glorious palace in the distance.

"Who is the thief, who dares to trespass on the palace!

Just as Wang Han was flying, a loud shout suddenly sounded from a distance, and then a terrifying aura came.

"Hey! Mid-stage of the Soul Condensation Realm!"

As soon as this breath came, Wang Han's heart was sudden, and he quickly turned around and flew back. If it wasn't necessary for the people of the Soul Condensing Realm, Wang Han didn't want to touch them.

"Where to go!"

turned around and ran, but the strong man in the rear was obviously not a vegetarian, and quickly chased after him from the rear!

Two loud shouts spread throughout the palace, and suddenly countless soldiers below were like ants, and countless lanterns lit up on the ground, all shouting "Catch the assassin".

Wang Han, who was running quickly, suddenly felt the breath of a first-class master, and suddenly an extremely subtle sword qi appeared on the long sword in his hand and flew out.

"Poof!"

As soon as the first-class master who flew in came into contact with the whole person, it flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Stop me again, die!"

The eyes of that first-class master were full of shock, this was definitely the most terrifying sword he had encountered in his life.

Flying past the position where this first-rate master was levitating, Wang Han flew away towards the outside of the city.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to kill more, the person who intercepted him just now was not enough to kill with one sword, and that trace of sword qi was so weak as he tried his best to control it.

Glancing back, Wang Han took advantage of the light to see the face of the mid-stage powerhouse of the Soul Condensation Realm chasing from behind.

This person stepped on a golden light under his feet, and it was not the first time that Wang Han had dealt with a spiritual weapon, so he naturally recognized that it was a spiritual weapon emitting golden light.

"I am not malicious, I just came to look for someone, why should I chase after you!"

The speed of the two was extremely fast, and they flew out of Tianhao City in a short time, but the aura of the people behind was too terrifying, and Wang Han had to admit it while running.

Then he meows in the middle of the Soul Condensation Realm, and he may still have a fight after exhausting his means, but there is no need for that.

"Hmph! I, Yin Changsheng, have been guarding the Nanzhao Palace for many years, how many monks have come to provoke have died under this golden sword, and the thief will flee again, stop and die quickly!"

At this time, Yin Changsheng was shocked in his heart, this thief who came to commit the crime was obviously in the late stage of gathering spirits, but this speed was beyond that of many monks in the early stage of soul condensation.

Hearing the words of the thief who fled in front of him, the murderous aura in Yin Changsheng's heart disappeared a lot.

Such a terrifying monk is probably a disciple passing by among the other ten sects, serving himself as an immortal cultivator who wants to come to this palace to be presumptuous, this situation is not once or twice, Yin Changsheng drove away not a lot.

The distance between the two is getting shorter and shorter, after all, they are separated by a big realm, Wang Han is running with his feet outstretched, and suddenly he perceives that a golden light carries the supreme breath of killing.

"Hiss!" Before the golden light could be killed, Wang Han's body was covered with a layer of chill.