Jiang Qiaoqiao opened the door gently, and Mu Xiao stood by the corridor and looked at her. After a moment's hesitation, she stepped out of the door.

"Looking for me?" Jiang Qiaoqiao seemed to be used to this flat tone.

Mu Xiao thought about it, then pushed open the small door and walked to the backyard. Jiang Qiaoqiao froze for a moment, and then followed behind, feeling puzzled.

"Say, don't be mysterious" She really couldn't think of anything important that Mu Xiao could tell herself.

"Who are you, Demon Niang?" Although Mu Xiao had never seen the Demon Niang, but that day the old man Zhai said that the Demon Niang had taken her to the cave on the top of the mountain, and if there was no Demon Niang, he might have died in Liuli Mountain, but why the Demon Niang appeared in Liuli Mountain was also something he wanted to know.

"The demon girl is my master" Jiang Qiaoqiao thought for a while: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because she saved me, I feel that we are quite destined, hehe" Mu Xiao really felt incredible, Shizun had just saved his life, but by mistake, the apprentice took him in again.

"Well, it's not strange that my master saves people, the world says that she is a merry executioner, and many people die in her hands, but in my heart, she is the best master, at least she never kills a good person. Jiang Qiaoqiao talked about his master, his eyes were full of admiration!

Mu Xiao was a little relieved, but what happened in the past two days did give him a little headache. It's only been two days since I've been here, and so much has already happened, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult in the future. Take this opportunity to find Jiang Qiaoqiao to learn about the situation of the forces of all parties in Tianyuan City, which must have brought a lot of help to him.

Sure enough, Jiang Qiaoqiao still knows a lot about the power of Tianyuan City, and now Tianyuan City is: the south is strong and the north is weak, and the east is evil and the west is changing.

"If I want to form my own forces, do you think it's feasible, and where is the best place to start?" Mu Xiao said calmly and deeply.

"What? You want to ....." Jiang Qiaoqiao, who had always been lukewarm, exclaimed: "Do you know how powerful human and financial resources are needed to form a force? Even if you really establish it, with your current martial arts, you may not be able to survive in Tianyuan City." ”

In fact, what Jiang Qiaoqiao said was not unreasonable, but Mu Xiao knew that only when he was strong could he do what he wanted, such as taking revenge and looking for his relatives in the Thunder Clan. It was as if at that moment, his blood was burning. He Mu Xiao secretly vowed that he must open up a world of his own in Tianyuan City.

"To live, to live meaningfully, like the current life of displacement is not what I want, I believe that many people in the north and east of the city are the same, the current life is not what they want. Sonorous and unswerving, Mu Xiao seemed to have become more mature: "So, the east of the city is the first place where I stand on it!"

Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at the man in front of him in a daze, although he was only about the same age as himself, but what he said just now shocked him enough!

"Look, maybe this will help you!" Jiang Qiaoqiao controlled the palm of her hand, and handed a piece of paper that she held in her hand to Mu Xiao.

Mu Xiao took it and looked at it, and it was written: Recently, Tianyuan has lost children frequently, and the disciples should be careful not to snatch the sword.

"Heavenly Dao Society" Mu Xiao's first thought was the Heavenly Dao Society, and since this was the case, Mu Xiao felt that it was necessary to go to the east of the city for a walk.

After lunch, Mu Xiao went to the east of the city alone. There are not many pedestrians on the streets, probably because of the snow, and the doors of every house are closed. The buildings in the eastern part of the city are not as prosperous as those in the western part of the city, and most of them are still wooden and thatched. It's hard to imagine how big the gap between the rich and the poor in Tianyuan City is.

Passing through a muddy street, at the door of a crooked thatched hut across the road, an old man stared intently into the distance. Holding a steamed bun with a little long hair in his hand, he sent it to his mouth little by little, and his thin body was shivering in the cold wind.

"Uncle, put it on. Just when Mu Xiao wanted to go over, a young man who was richly dressed and handsome and a little childish passed by the old man and put on the clothes on his body.

"Uncle's steamed buns are all hairy, and he will eat bad stomachs. The young man took the male head in his hand and looked at it for a while, with tears in his eyes.

The uncle's eyes kept staring into the distance, which was the direction of the south of the city.

"Behold, it is heaven, so near, and we live in hell in the east of the city. The uncle's voice became smaller and smaller, and the thin body fell into the young man's arms, and the young man was at a loss.

Seeing this, Mu Xiao went straight over and stood in front of the young man. He found that the young man was in tears, and his pure eyes looked at Mu Xiao with tears: "Why?"

"Because there are people who are drinking their blood!" Mu Xiao's voice trembled, trembling with anger.

The two carried the uncle into the dilapidated house and gently placed him on the tattered and dirty bed, but the uncle was no longer alive. Mu Xiao and the boy glanced at the simple room, there were no particles left in it, and there was no trace of fire ash on the stove. From this point of view, the uncle has not cooked for many days.

"In Markham, may I ask your Excellency?" the young man asked, wiping away his tears.

"Mushaw"

Markham looked at the old man on the bed and sighed, "Can Brother Mu do me a favor?"

You said, "Mu Xiao knows that this young man must have asked him to help bury this uncle."

"Can you help me bury his old man together?" said Markham, looking at Mu Xiao with some concern.

Of course, Mu Xiao would not refuse, even if Markham didn't say it, he would find someone to bury him. After all, the uncle's death is a microcosm of the common people in the east of the city. Many people have suffered from such hunger and hard to find, since it is fate, let him be at peace.

While the two were talking, people came from outside the hut one after another, most of them were uncle's neighbors. Knowing that the uncle had passed away in anger, many people cried.

I heard from the uncle's neighbor that the uncle Chen Ben had two sons, and the eldest son died last year when he was seriously ill and had no money for medical treatment. The youngest son joined the Heavenly Dao Society, and he hasn't been back for two years, and he doesn't know if he is dead or alive. On weekdays, when the old man has food, he will share it with everyone, but he didn't expect that everyone couldn't help him tide over the difficulties today, and the neighbors felt very guilty.

"Two little brothers, Uncle Chen, let's bury us!" A hey-yo eldest brother stood in front of the uncle's bed, tears raining down for a while.

Markham untied the bag around his waist, put it in the hand of Brother Heyou and instructed: "This big brother, take this money to buy a good coffin for Uncle and bury it alive." Let's divide the rest!"

Markham's generosity touched Mu Xiao, and although he had little money, he had to show some kindness. The money bag was pulled and put into the hands of the swarthy eldest brother: "I still have a little bit here, let's divide it together." ”

Swish...... Well, more than a dozen people knelt on the ground to salute the two, and Mu Xiao was also startled and hurriedly called them up. Since the old man had a neighbor to bury, Markham and Mu Xiao didn't stay here much.

The two chatted and walked along the dilapidated streets, and although Markham was a little younger than Mu Xiao, Mu Xiao was deeply impressed by his benevolent heart.

"Brother Mu may not know that there are not a few people who starve to death like Uncle Chen in Tianyuan City, although every year the royal family of the imperial capital has allocated relief materials, but it is only a drop in the bucket in their hands. "Markham is young and old.

Mu Xiao sighed: "When I first arrived in Tianyuan City, I really didn't know much about the curves and curves here, but I think Markham is a friend worthy of my deep friendship, right?"

Markham paused: "If Brother Mu can be trusted, Markham will naturally ask for it." Although the contact was short, Mu Xiao's impression of Markham was still very good, what is wrong with having more friends.

"Why don't you find a place to have a drink?" Markham grinned, but the next second the scene was embarrassing: "I forgot, neither of us has any money." ”

"Then let's do it another day, by the way, looking at your luxurious clothes, you must be a rich and noble family, it stands to reason that a place like Chengdong shouldn't be able to raise a son with your temperament, right?" Mu Xiao asked quipped.

Markham was silent for a moment and then smiled dumbly: "Brother Mu is really good at laughing." ”

The two of them talked all the way, and it was time for each to go back to their respective homes, but where was Mu Xiao's home? He suddenly felt extremely sad in his heart, and looked at Markham Mu Xiao who walked in front of him with envy.

"Brother Markham, I'm sure we'll meet in the east of the city, right?" Mu Xiao shouted to Markham from behind.

"Yes" Markham smiled back and waved away, the two of them tacitly agreed, maybe they had the same purpose.

Tianyuan City is still as bright as ever, and Uncle Chen's death has not brought a little ripple to this city with a huge disparity.

The 10,000 commercial banks in the west of the city are still busy, and the gold and silver under the lights are still mottled. The mansion in the depths of the Wanjia Commercial Bank, although it is not as endless and luxurious as the Nangong Courtyard, compared to other places, it can be regarded as the best of the best.

Markham walked down the hall and looked around, as if looking for something.

"Don't look for it, I'm home alone," a middle-aged man shouted at Markham, who was carrying a steaming plate of food to the table.

He is Wan Shaohong, the father of Markham, and the boss of Wanjia Commercial Bank, and the overlord of the west side of the city, with an angular face, very man's unique taste, and he is an out-and-out beautiful man.

"What about my mother and sister?"

"They went to the imperial capital to play, you have to accompany your father and me more at home these days!" Wan Shaohong handed the prepared meal to his son, his face full of love.

Markham held chopsticks in his hand and stared at the rice bowl on the table: "Father, I went to the east of the city today. ”

"Hmm!" Wan Shaohong took a bite of food: "What's wrong?"

Markham didn't answer, Wan Shaohong was stunned, put down the rice bowl in his hand, and sandwiched a piece of meat for Markham: "Come, let's talk about what you have to eat in advance." ”

"Father, today in the east of the city, there is an uncle who died in my arms!" Markham put down his chopsticks and stared at his father.

Wan Shaohong was also stunned, and wiped off the rice grains stuck to the corners of his mouth: "How did you die, are you okay?"

"He's starving!" Markham said with anger in his tone.

Wan Shaohong looked at his son in front of him and didn't know what to say, he knew that his son was a kind-hearted man who couldn't see others suffering.

Wan Shaohong didn't dare to look directly at Markham's pure and kind eyes, he bowed his head slightly: "Son, what do you mean, father understands, but our Wanjia has already sent a lot of materials to the poor people in the east of the city every year, so many people in Wanjia also have to eat, right?"

"Father misunderstood what I meant, I want to fundamentally change the east of the city, and even the north of the city!" Markham's words were like spring thunder, which woke up Wan Shaohong.