"The mortal world will always be so vibrant!"

Zhang Ya has changed his appearance, holding a stick in his hand, standing in front of the busy Chaoge City, full of emotion.

This is the third capital of the Terrans.

The holy capital where Fu Xi was teaching his three disciples had long been abandoned, and the Yin capital of Pangeng had become cramped and cramped, and it was difficult to adapt to the vigorous development of the human race.

The song of the dynasty is the expansion of the Yin capital as far as Moyi, and the overhaul of the palace annex.

At this time, the Shang King Yin was the first to ascend to the great treasure, high-spirited, and young and promising, but the great Shang Guozuo has been exhausted for 600 years.

Therefore, under this prosperous age, there are inevitably clouds, and countless contradictions and hidden dangers are hidden.

But at least, under the running of the big merchant pastemaker Wen Taishi, the city in front of him is still prosperous.

Fifty miles of night strings, eight hundred princes towards Ling Mountain!

What a Terran royal capital.

Zhang Ya shook the stick in his hand and walked towards the gate of Chaoge.

To say that Zhang Ya's stick is not extraordinary.

It was picked up on the side of the road when he left Dadang Mountain, and according to the system's prompts, this is at least a purple rare piece of equipment.

And in a broken state, if you can find another part, you can craft pink or even orange legendary equipment.

Although Zhang Ya is not greedy for garbage purple clothes, he can only walk without a mount, and he just lacks a cane, so Zhang Ya picked it up and used it.

"Where is it called Hanako, you can't beg in Chaoge City!"

“？？？”

Zhang Ya was stopped by the guards guarding the city.

He couldn't believe the other party's aesthetic taste.

Although in order to mingle with the people at the grassroots level, Zhang Ya did not wear his ice silk cigarette shirt, but he was also well-dressed, why was he regarded as a beggar.

Let's put it this way, even if Zhang Ya is shirtless at this time, a clear-eyed person is a fierce man, and he has no resemblance to a beggar.

Glancing at the guard's face, Zhang Ya understood, this is a request to eat and take a card.

If he was wearing silk and satin, he would look like a rich and noble person, and the guards would naturally not dare to embarrass him;

If you look at it, it is bitter and you can't squeeze out the oil and water, and most of the guards will let it go.

It was Zhang Ya who was dressed up and honest, and he looked like an honest child, and he became the object of their demand.

Thinking about it, six hundred years after becoming a soup, it is impossible to say that this great business country was defeated by a fox and a king.

Most likely, the structure of the entire empire itself is decaying and aging, and there are problems with its operation.

was embarrassed by a small soldier, Zhang Ya was not angry.

He is not the kind of urban soldier king who wants to kill his whole family and "kill decisively" like others who look at him more.

Naturally, he took a roast chicken and threw it to the guards, and swaggered into the city in his stunned eyes.

But he said that the guard had taken the roast chicken, and his heart was happy.

Originally, I just wanted to extort a few shellfish, but I didn't expect to get a roast chicken, which really made a lot of money.

Roast chicken has to be eaten while it is hot, it will not taste good when it is cold.

He looked around cautiously, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he sneaked into the corner of the wall, picked up the lotus leaves, and ate them in large pieces.

As I ate and ate, the taste gradually became wrong.

Look at the lotus leaves again, where is there any roast chicken, it is clearly an indescribable thing.

"You Hun, you kid is secretly hiding here and eating!"

"I didn't...... Whining...... Hiccup~~"

The soldier defending the city who asked Zhang Ya for money was the future famous traitor You Hun, who was listed as a curling star after his death.

However, at this time, You Hun did not have the power of a traitor, just a small defender of the city, and his mouth was full of indescribable things, and even the best curling tongue could not be curled.

Especially when he hiccuped, the colleagues who were making fun of him hurriedly ran away, and You Hun hurriedly ran towards the river, digging his throat violently.

Meanwhile.

In the tall corner tower where the guards at the south gate of Chaoge were located, a heroic man who killed Matt was playing the harp.

Suddenly, the strings under his hand snapped, and the man frowned.

The woman dancing on the side hurriedly said, "Lord Chicken, but the little woman danced the wrong beat?"

At this time, several commanders of Sanshanguan were still alive, and Ji Xuan was still only a guard at the south gate of Chaoge City.

In fact, since the eggs of the "Xuanniao" were mistakenly eaten by the grandmother of the Shang Dynasty, the people of the Shang Dynasty regarded the Xuanniao as their ancestor and protector.

And Ji Xuan also has a special affection for this human race, and has always turned into a mortal and lived by their side.

In fact, when Zhang Ya killed Xia Ji with the help of soup, Ji Xuan appeared in the army.

And he is like an immortal vampire, living from generation to generation as a child.

But the old chicken family has been passed down for 600 years, and he is still a South Gate guard from the founding of the country to now, which shows that Ji Xuan does not attach any importance to his official position.

And that's exactly what happened.

Today, General Ji Xuan is not known for his military force or military exploits in the castle, but for his mastery of music theory.

There is a saying in the song city, and the song is wrong.

The accident of breaking the strings when General Chicken played the music was the first time in so many years that the dancer was inevitably nervous, worried that she had affected General Chicken's performance.

Ji Xuan shook his head and said, "It's not your fault, let's continue!"

As he spoke, he plucked a colorful hair from the back of his head, stuck it in the broken string, and continued to play.

The slender ten fingers seemed to dance on the strings, and the heavenly sound of the piano sounded again in the corner tower.

The dancer danced happily again, but she didn't notice that Ji Xuan's brows were not unraveled.

"A fleeting innate aura...... It's extremely faint, but it shouldn't be an illusion......

Innate Spirit Treasure...... With all this good stuff out, you're making a really big bet......

But no matter what, if you go too far, whether it's a saint or whoever, I can't be indifferent to the children's situation!"

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