Day 6

At noon,

On the Jianyi Gate Square, horse-drawn carriages are gathered...

The carriage was surrounded by accompanying disciples, full of swords and ready to go, in terms of scale and number, compared to Lin Ying's Aquila Dart Team at the beginning, I don't know how many times larger.

Mo Changfeng was carrying the Giant Spirit Sword on his back, standing beside the carriage full of worry, but he was still thinking about Lu Ying's affairs in his heart.

I don't know when, Han Guangtian was already standing beside Mo Changfeng: "Changfeng, but is there anything on your mind?"

"Big brother, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well last night. Mo Changfeng came back to his senses and glanced at Han Guangtian with a weak heart.

"Huh, stayed up late to practice martial arts again?"

Han Guangtian sighed slightly in his heart, thinking in his heart: Changfeng's virtue is not bad, but he is too persistent in cultivation, and he has been cultivating for most of the time after entering the Sword Intent Sect, and almost ninety percent of the time has been cultivating...

Of course, what Han Guangtian didn't know was that the reason why Mo Changfeng was cultivating so hard was just to consume that box of stones as soon as possible...

Han Guangtian was in a very good mood today, and patted Mo Changfeng on the shoulder: "Changfeng, don't look listless, cheer up!"

After that, Han Guangtian didn't stay long, then turned around and left, busy.

Mo Changfeng shook his head, no longer thinking about Lu Ying, took a long breath, and cheered up his spirits.

Nearly half an hour passed,

After the entire convoy was assembled, it set off and drove towards the City Lord's Mansion.

There were as many as four or five hundred disciples accompanying the convoy this time, and the procession was extended by as much as 100 meters.

The so-called large number of people, Mo Changfeng feels that everywhere he goes is the focus, it seems that he has a lot of money and is full of confidence!

However, the only thing that is not beautiful at the moment is that this box, a total of 300,000 taels of silver, is about to enter the city lord's pocket...

After going on for nearly two hours,

The convoy slowed down,

At this time, several streets in front of him were blocked by water, and the eyes were full of people and carriages.

Directly in front of the field of vision: about 100 meters away, there is a huge square, there is a splendid mansion gate on the square, and the bright golden plaque at the head of the mansion gate is written in red cinnabar with the three big characters of 'Zhao Shifu'.

'What a magnificent gate!' is so big, it's not much better than the gate of Sand City!'

Mo Changfeng was speechless, shocked by the 'magnificence' of the city lord's mansion gate.

The square in front of the gate of the mansion is a huge open space of dozens of acres, and the ground is covered with large pieces of glazed granite, which is extremely luxurious.

At this moment, the square was already crowded with people, and the carriages slowly marched into the golden gate one after another.

Mo Changfeng looked over, there were at least a thousand cars in the square, and looking behind him, there were still many cars driving one after another.

"So many cars, are they all filled with silver?"

"!!"

Mo Changfeng scolded secretly, the envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart, the money came too quickly, it was simply 'quiet at home to live a long life, and the wind blew the money by himself'

About half a pillar of incense has passed,

The Jianyi Gate convoy only arrived at the gate of the mansion with the popularity of people;

At the entrance of the golden mansion, there stood an old slave in his fifties without a beard, who was greeting guests from all sides.

At this moment, Han Guangtian rode his horse to the front, bowed to the old slave, and laughed loudly: "Manager Lin, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still a crane with a childish face and an immortal sword, and the Sword Intent Gate brought 300,000 pieces of silver to congratulate the Lord of Zhao City on his birthday." ”

Mo Changfeng saw that the eldest brother was so polite to this old slave, and subconsciously took a closer look.

At first glance, Mo Changfeng only felt that this person's breath was strong, but there was some yin and yang weirdness, and the breath of his body was extremely permeating:

This unattractive old slave turned out to be a grandmaster-level powerhouse!

At the moment, Mo Changfeng couldn't help but have a new understanding of the Shacheng City Lord's Mansion: since people dare to collect money so blatantly, they have the capital to be blatant.

At this time, the old slave dragged a sharp voice and smiled: "Hehe, it turned out that the master of the Han Sect was here, it's so polite......"

“...... The old slave still has to greet other people, so he won't nag with the master of the Han Gate, please inside!!" The old slave exchanged a few words with Han Guangtian, and then went to greet the other guests.

As soon as the old slave walked away, several small servants immediately ran out of the mansion gate, and led the convoy of the Sword Intent Gate into the city lord's mansion from the side gate.

Han Guangtian and his party, only Mo Changfeng and fifty elite disciples entered the mansion, and the rest were all arranged to wait outside the mansion gate.

Walking through the city lord's mansion, Mo Changfeng really saw what it means to be luxurious, high-profile and non-connotative:

The road in the city lord's mansion is actually a few zhang wider than the main road in Shacheng, and it is eight lanes wider than the eight lanes on the highway, which is extremely wide; moreover, all the roads are paved with glazed granite stones, and what rare and exotic trees can be seen everywhere in the mansion......

Every time he traveled a distance, Mo Changfeng could see a team of maids and attendants passing by, and the faces of the maids and attendants here were obviously more than one grade higher than the maids of the Sword Intent Gate, and they were all as beautiful as flowers!

Mo Changfeng saw it in his eyes and sighed in his heart: A small Sand City City Lord is so corrupt and luxurious, what about those county officials above him?

For this reason, Mo Changfeng couldn't help but think of Liu Qingqi's father, Qingshi County's guard Liu Yan;

Wang Dynasty's one-time appropriation to Liu Yan saved the lives of tens of millions of people, it can be seen that the allocation is huge, the cake is huge, and it involves the interests of a large number of people, no wonder someone will try their best to assassinate him...

Here, Mo Changfeng thought of a sentence: 'One soldier bears, one will bear a nest;'

In the same way, it can also be used in officialdom: 'Officials are clean and clear, officials are clean and clean, officials are greedy for one, and officials are greedy for one. ’

At present, the number one leader in Shacheng is still corrupt to this point, which shows that the officialdom of Shacheng is corrupt everywhere......

Inside the Castle Lord's Palace,

Han Guangtian has met a lot of acquaintances, including people in the martial arts and prominent officials, but they are all some general friends, and they pass by after taking a look.

When they arrived in the inner courtyard, there were only eight people left in Mo Changfeng and his party: Han Guangtian, Mo Changfeng, and the six disciples with the highest martial arts skills in this trip.

Not long after walking in the inner courtyard, Mo Changfeng saw a huge open space.

The vacant land is about more than ten acres in size, and there is an elevated place next to the vacant land, which is like a stage built by a modern star concert.

In front of the elevated shelf, there are banquet tables and plates;

And in front of the whole banquet, there is a seat that is particularly conspicuous, why is this? Because that seat is shining with gold, as if it is made of real gold, it is extremely proud!

This very tyrant's golden seat must be the position of the city lord Zhao Shi.

Mo Changfeng looked at the golden chair and thought in his heart: Such a big chair, judging by the color, should be made of pure gold? If so, it must weigh a thousand catties, right?

"Master Hanmen, please come here!"

As soon as Mo Changfeng and his party walked into the open space, an attendant ran over to show the way and led the eight people to the first row under the elevated platform.

"Lord Hanmen, please wait a moment, the birthday banquet of the City Lord is about to begin. ”

The attendant complimented him and stepped back again.

After Han Guangtian and the eight of them sat down around the table, people came to greet Han Guangtian from time to time;

Mo Changfeng had nothing to do, and once again took a closer look at the golden chair five zhang away: damn it, it's really made of real gold, and it looks like it's still solid!

'Ashamed', Mo Changfeng retracted his gaze and looked at the people sitting around him.

The VIPs seated around were either rich or noble, or they were like the Sword Intent Gate, a big or small force.

Suddenly, Mo Changfeng's eyes narrowed, and he actually saw Qian Million and his party in the crowd!

"Millions!"

There are about more than ten of them: except for one of these people, Mo Changfeng doesn't know any of them, but judging from the breath, these more than ten people are all martial arts experts!

While Mo Changfeng secretly screamed that something was not good, Xiong Zhan seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look in the direction of Mo Changfeng.

Looking at each other, Xiong Zhan was slightly stunned at first, and then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled gloomily at Mo Changfeng.

"Looks like you're going to have to be careful today..."

Mo Changfeng secretly raised a trace of vigilance in his heart, then looked away and no longer paid attention to Qian Million......

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Nearly half an hour later,

The noise of the audience fell silent,

Looking up, an eight-person sedan chair came in the distance.

"What a big show!" Mo Changfeng disdained.

The eight-person sedan chair went closer, stopped the sedan chair and fell, and out of the sedan chair came an old man wearing a gold silk robe, fat head and fat ears;

The fat-eared old man, with the help of the maidservant, walked to the chair made of pure gold and sat down slowly.

"It's full of fat, and it's a good body of fat!" Mo Changfeng knew that this person was Zhao Shi, the city lord of Shacheng!

After Zhao Shi sat down, he first glanced at the audience with satisfaction, and then muttered to the attendants behind him.

moment

Hundreds of food maids carried all kinds of dishes, marched into the venue together in a regular manner, and began to set up on the table.

These maids were arranged very regularly, and in just a few moments, hundreds of tables were filled.

Looking at the inexplicable dishes on the table, it attracted Mo Changfeng's curiosity and saliva, especially the fact that there was a complete roast suckling pig on each table, exuding bursts of burnt fragrance.

For food, Mo Changfeng had no resistance, and when he picked up the chopsticks to eat, he was stopped by Han Guangtian.

I saw: Under the signal of Han Guangtian's eyes, a disciple of the Sword Intent Sect took out a silver needle and tried the dishes on the table one by one without missing a trace.

Mo Changfeng had an epiphany when he saw this, it turned out that it was the threat of Wancai Building, and the risk this time was indeed not small, so it was always good for everyone to be careful.

Not long after,

The noise of the audience fell silent again,

Manager Lin, the old slave who greeted the guests at the gate of the mansion in the afternoon, changed into a red robe, held a bamboo slip in his hand, and walked to the elevated platform.