The Shenhua Hou Mansion, which has experienced the turmoil of the monster invasion, has been safe and sound for half a year, and the rumors in the city that the real dragon flying out of the Hou Mansion have gradually subsided after the imperial court issued a statement and notice.

As the largest commercial capital of the empire, it is a place where wealthy merchants from all over the world come and go, trade is intertwined, and naturally there are all kinds of complicated and surprising ways of pleasure.

There are narrow storefronts that sell antiques from the previous dynasties for hundreds of thousands of years and interesting things from all over the world, gorgeous shops that sell ordinary cloth and bamboo mats, underground martial arts halls that pay officials 10,000 taels of silver every month but can't go to the surface, there are celebrity halls dedicated to high-class children and boys, and there are elegant houses that allow celebrities and officials to sign contracts that are easy to exchange for beautiful concubines and maids. There are even black merchants who sell huge quantities of illegal grain, salt, and iron.

Feng Xu, as a big man who was above Zhuo Mingzhe, the lord of Golden Snow City, and had two huge powers, the Great General and the Marquis of Shenhua, did not interfere in the management of the affairs of Golden Snow City to a large extent, which was also the main reason why many Qingliu officials in the city believed that the current black miasma of Golden Snow City was the main reason.

If Shenhua Hou, who has a far-reaching reputation and strict management of the army, takes over Jinxue City, presumably the crooked spirit in the city will inevitably be swept away. They naturally didn't know that if there was no God of Wealth like Zhuo Mingzhe, just maintaining the cultivation of the two dark parts of Wolf Qi and Fox Jin would force Shenhua Hou to use the military salary allocated by the imperial court.

More than three years ago, the reputation of the Qingqiu Pavilion, a famous soft incense pavilion that inexplicably died an Oiran "Chu Ying'er", once plummeted, falling from the top of the top ten famous pavilions to the last position, and may be replaced by many red mansions coveting this position below at any time.

After successively launching several newcomers who are not inferior to the former Oiran Chu Ying'er, they still haven't redeemed the guests' hatred for the loss of Chu Ying'er, although they are still making money day by day, but their reputation is irretrievable.

It wasn't until the beginning of this year that the head of the Qingqiu Pavilion brought three exotic women who could dance the Heavenly Demon Dance, and finally pushed the Qingqiu Pavilion to the top position of the Red Mansion.

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Golden Snow City sits on the country's largest source of iron ore, as a trading capital, and the largest of the three money bags of the Golden Wind Empire, it is naturally the fat meat that all parties compete for openly.

The city lord Zhuo Mingzhe Zhuo God of Wealth, every year in the past, he spared no expense to show favor to the magnates, and what he intended to keep was not only his own black yarn hat, but also his own good head.

In the first ten years of Zhuo Mingzhe's tenure, he was a four-grade Taishou, and his official position was not big, and the tiger and leopard who could take a fancy to the fat in his hand was just enough to pull him down and trample him to death.

Therefore, in the years when the "lord of a city" ran the city, even if he tightened his belt, he had to feed the insatiable tigers and leopards. Whether it is the title of "Zhuo Caishen" in the city and outside the city, or the notoriety of "Zhuo Paopi" spurned by the businessmen and the common people behind their backs, Zhuo Mingzhe doesn't care, and it is a real heavenly principle to save his life.

It's just that now the situation is different, Zhuo God of Wealth has become a veritable God of Wealth, and now treats those tigers and leopards who reach out to ask for oil and water, if they look pleasing to the eye, they will give a few copper plates, if they don't like it, except for the emperor's relatives and relatives, the rest of the cats and dogs have to eat and walk around.

The person who gave the God of Wealth this confidence was naturally not the master of the rivers and lakes under his team, but the real master of this Golden Snow City, and he could be described as the Shenhua Hou who covered the sky with one hand in the three states of Yanlong.

Not only can this big tree block the wind and rain, but the hidden forces, including a group of clowns who jump off the beam, are intimidated, and as long as they dare to stand out, they will be uprooted.

However, this giant tree does not need many nutrients, although it accounts for the majority of it, but it also leaves a rich wealth that is enough for the God of Wealth to accumulate strength.

Otherwise, what would Zhuo Caishen use to manage and dredge the trade veins of Golden Snow City and spread throughout the empire?

A mansion adjacent to the Shenhua Marquis Mansion can be called splendid, with a pair of stone lions in front of the main gate of the mansion, one mouth and one closed. The corridor in the house is turned, carved beams and painted buildings, showing wealth and elegance. There are thousands of koi fish in the pond, and rare flowers and trees are planted in the garden.

The small water pavilion in the style of the rolling shed is cool and moist, except for a few pink butterflies chasing and fighting, there are no more mosquitoes.

Under Wa Xuan, a handsome but not young man is taking the school for several Mengtong's studies. Standing beside him was an old pedant with dizzy eyes but full of energy, holding a book in one hand and a fan in the other, the black fan in his hand was much heavier than the ordinary paper fan, and the natural price was even more expensive.

The outermost circle of the pavilion is a number of female maids with plump muscles and jade bones, each holding poetry and books, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, melon and fruit refreshments, and listening to orders.

At the entrance of the pavilion stood a somewhat out of place figure, dressed in a light brocade robe, with a narrow sword hanging from his waist, the handle of the knife outside the exposed leather sheath was not wrapped in the red thread of the cloth, black and dull, rusty. There is a nine-petal lotus flower at the head of the ring, and there is a mysterious bird at the gauntlet, the system is simple, not as beautiful and exquisite as today's utensils, it should be an antiquity.

The atmosphere in the pavilion is warm and harmonious, except for the children who are playful and poor in school, they are not very happy after being reprimanded for a few words, the picture is comfortable and touching. The crown of this assessment was still won by a young girl in the prime of her life, and she was snuggled in her father's arms at the moment, so she was not favored.

This is Zhuo's house!

The person in the pavilion is the owner of this mansion, and naturally his surname is Zhuo, he is no one else, he is Zhuo Mingzhe, Zhuo God of Wealth!

Zhuo's Mansion is heavily guarded, second only to Shenhua Hou's Mansion in Jinxue City, and it is the second golden soup iron barrel that is difficult to mix.

However, there is no absolutely impregnable city in this world, and there is no so-called perfect garrison. The prestige of the Shenhua Marquis Mansion is big enough, the guards are strict enough, and there are enough masters, isn't it a demon deer that has broken in?

Zhuo Mingzhe has this self-knowledge, so he has never provoked a strong person outside of his handling ability, which is also one of the reasons why Zhuo Caishen can enjoy the glory and wealth so far.

On the surface, there was only the middle-aged swordsman, and it was only because of this that he was arranged by the Hou Mansion to guard his life for several months.

Zhuo Mingzhe heard the analysis of his henchmen and learned that this person was a master of the God Transformation Realm, and some of the signs that happened to this swordsman made the Fuzhong Martial Arts Department Keqing very jealous.

This swordsman does not sleep day and night, staying by Zhuo Mingzhe's side during the day, and wandering like a ghost in the mansion at night, there are several waves of gangsters who try to enter Zhuo's mansion, and when they find it, they are all exhausted and killed by sucking up their blood.

This swordsman has never calmed down to cultivate, exchanging and purifying his breath and divine will, but the martial arts cultivation on his body has not only not retreated, but has increased day by day. In just a few months, this person has broken through two layers of bottlenecks one after another from the third rank of the god fetus realm, and has reached the realm of a first-grade martial artist today.

How terrifying is the advancement speed of this kind of martial arts? Liu Longchi, the great guest of the Shenhua Marquis Mansion, only entered the second-grade realm half a year ago!

Of course, when there is a real life-and-death struggle, the realm is only one of the examination criteria! The higher the realm, the greater the chances of winning!

When Zhuo Mingzhe was smiling with his most favored daughter, he glanced at the figure, and there were some words in his heart, and he secretly said: "The number of masters hiding in the shadows of the Hou Mansion, if compared with the palace inside, I don't know which side is better?"

Liu Chongming, the guest secretary of the newly promoted Hou Mansion, looked up at a female wall outside the carp pond in the water pavilion, and there were several uninvited guests on the wall. Not much, eight. They are all characters who have been immersed in the holy realm of the treasure body for many years, and they must have encountered an inbreakable bottleneck in the martial arts, and they are willing to risk their lives to break into Zhuo's mansion to assassinate them, so as to sharpen their Taoist hearts. Unfortunately, from the moment they first stepped into the house, they were already dead.

The only explanation for the heavily guarded city lord's residence, the "little minions" who can quietly blend into a few treasure body holy realms, is that Zhuo Mingzhe has already seen the situation, and everything here has been approved by him.

When Liu Chongming raised his hands and feet, the small Jiao formed by the breath swam all over his body, and in an instant, the people had reached the end of the water corridor that extended outward from the small pavilion, looking at the few assassins who were determined to be murderous, with a little pity in their eyes.

These characters who are heroes or thieves are full of confidence, and in their own square inches, they are indeed worthy of being a hegemon. But this world is very big, and there are countless real masters in the world.

Eight people jumped down from the female wall, a little unbelievable for the scene in front of them, there is only one saber master here, although the qi is abundant, the divine will is complete, but look at the age of his standing, how many years can he practice martial arts, presumably the four-grade martial artist who broke the sky is the treasure body holy realm. It's just a matter of finding death with one enemy and eight enemies!

There must be brave men under the so-called heavy money, and a few of them have the courage to break into this Longtan tiger's den, not only to sharpen their martial arts and break through the bottleneck. Without the great fortune that can shake people's hearts, who would risk their lives?

Before they entered the Zhuo Mansion, they had foreseen it in their hearts, and they were ready to enter the mansion all the way from the outer gate, but there was something strange, this way, they were not discovered by the way, could it be that the hidden stake inserted by the employer into the house played a role?

The eight of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, there was no dangerous situation surrounded by strong enemies, and it seemed that they only needed to pull out this slightly harder idea, and they could achieve it in one fell swoop. How could the eight people imagine that a high-roller with their strength was actually regarded as a small test of Keqing's strength.

Among the Assassins, one of the seemingly older masters was dressed as an old peasant, wearing a green bamboo hat on his head, a coarse linen coat, and a pair of freshly woven straw sandals at his feet. His complexion was dark, his hands were behind his back at this time, and his figure was slightly rickety, no different from the peasants who had been working in the fields all year round.

The old farmer's old face showed a kind smile, he had already withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, and he was in his twilight years, and his pursuit of martial arts was getting weaker and weaker, if it weren't for the fact that the team could live a rich life with his children and grandchildren who were suffering and tired, he would not have come to assassinate this big corrupt official who had no hatred or resentment and only heard evil deeds from others.

The old farmer didn't have the intention of going his own way to fight for the first credit, but he couldn't bear to be poisoned by his accomplices in front of the man with good martial arts. Leaning forward slightly, with a kind smile, he asked his accomplice beside him, "The old man is a little older, can he make this temptation first?"

All of them have their own ghosts, and they all have the intention of competing for merit, but the valuable thing is Zhuo Mingzhe's head, as for this guard, fighting with him will undoubtedly damage the chances of winning the battle for the head later. Therefore, everyone said the old farmer's respectful words of approval, but in their hearts they were happy and ridiculed.

The old farmer has so much experience, he naturally sees through people's hearts, but he just doesn't say it. Being able to save one more person can also be regarded as adding some yin virtue to this trip.

The coarse cloth garment, which was not a robe with large sleeves, blew out of the wind, and billowing smoke came out from the sleeves and neckline of the old man, and in a short time the breath of the equivalent was condensed into a strong and tall buffalo.

The big buffalo condensed by the breath snorted, snorted white mist from its snort, and ploughed the ground with its front hooves, like a real living creature of a fresh dragon.

This level of qi engine is only a small skill for Liu Chongming. After all, when it comes to the grandeur of the moves, who in the world can compare with his father's twelve dragons rushing into the sky?

Liu Chongming was suddenly a little puzzled, why did this old man dare to try to make a move with his own strength. Is there really such a foolish person in the world?

However, Liu Chongming forgot one thing, although he did not deliberately hide his cultivation in the first-grade realm, but all his divine will was used to suppress the power of the demon knife on his waist, if it were not for the first three-rank martial artists who could also use divine thoughts to perceive all things, it would be difficult to detect the terrifying divine consciousness wandering around his body.