His companions had already gone out to play, Ding Li could only go shopping by himself, he thought about it before leaving, and went to the uncle to adjust some disguise supplies, and after putting on makeup, he quietly went out through the side door. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The uncle also thought that he was disguised because he wanted to enter the role of a secret investigator as soon as possible, and praised Ding Li for quickly understanding the essence of the older generation of plainclothes torture.

In fact, Ding Li is just afraid of death, he has experienced several death threats before, and now that the crisis of the explosion has passed, of course he has to spare his life, so he decided to travel as easily as possible in the future, and not give the opportunity to follow the tail behind him.

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Xiajing is the original old city south of the Suzaku Gate outside the imperial guard garrison military town, after being surrounded by the city wall, it became Xiajing, after Emperor Qing ascended the throne, many of the yamen are enclosed here, built a new spacious yayuan, the public staff expanded sharply, all kinds of needs followed, even with the surrounding restaurants and restaurants merchants have increased.

Therefore, whether it is Xiajing, Zuojing, Youjing, or Shangjing, it did not appear depressed due to the rapid expansion of the city and the relocation of the imperial guards, but quickly prospered.

Merchants from all over the world moved when they heard the money, quickly hung up their flags in Kyoto, opened up new positions, and constantly developed novel ways to play, attracting tourists from all over the world to rush to go, and the crowds surged, turning the new capital into the first prosperous city in just a few decades, showing the commercial charm.

The Qing Emperor of this dynasty is also quite generous, since he ascended the throne, he opened the door to promote trade, and opened the door to foreign tourists, let them play around, so since the first year of the Great Qing Kingdom, foreign tourists have flocked in, and the people of Qingguo have been surprised.

At this moment, Ding Li was wandering around with the crowded flow of people, surrounded by fresh faces, and people who had time to come out to visit, of course, were trying to be happy, laughing or making trouble, and they were successively adding vitality to the city.

The rolling flow of people is popularity, and the city needs people, and if there are people, there will be vitality.

The store needs people, and if there are people, there will be wealth.

The house needs people, and there are people who can live.

Even the grave needs someone to lie down, and no one is an empty grave, according to the Fengchao Mountain Master, the cave has no eyes, the qi is not hidden, and the empty will be filthy for a long time.

Therefore, man is the gas of a city.

People's hearts are the luck of the city, and when the people's hearts are united, they are prosperous, and when they are scattered, the city is declining.

Ding Li subconsciously walked in the direction of the flow of qi in this city.

Ever since he walked into the streets of Xiajing and walked into the rolling flow of people, a strange feeling has inexplicably emerged, as if he could see the bustling flow of people, rising streams of colorful mist, fluttering and blending together, shuttling around at will, penetrating everyone's body, and then flowing happily forward.

He could clearly feel that when the mist penetrated his body, it still swirled in his body, emitting a burst of unexplained music-like music, rippling the true power of chaos like a spring spring, and his body was so comfortable that he wanted to moan.

The colorful mist had a flow direction, so Ding Li subconsciously followed the flow to figure out what was going on.

There are more and more people around, it should be getting closer and closer to the center of the city, the official road is straight forward, Ding Li found that he has walked to the official road leading to the Inner Imperial City, he looked around, and saw that not far ahead is the Suzaku Gate of the Inner Imperial City.

The more people there are, the more obvious Ding Li's induction becomes, and he is very strange to carefully observe the changes in the surrounding aerosol and experience the corresponding rhythm in his body.

Obviously, these mists are good for themselves, is this the gift that those martial arts masters get after cultivating their true power?

Ding Li thought he had figured out the joints and sighed that it was unfair.

With the current mist, such an obvious buff effect on the body is really indescribable.

Such a rapid speed of progress is really a crushing advantage compared to those hard-working children who have not cultivated their true strength and practice their physical strength every day.

Ding Li absorbed these colorful mist, and integrated his whole body into the grand fortune of this thousands of people.

He even had the illusion that he felt as if he were the city, and all the luck in the city flowed through his body, waiting to be mobilized like the true power of chaos.

It was an indescribable illusion, as if the whole city was about to wake up from a distant dream, as if he waved his hand and the city would stretch and open its eyes and stand up.

At this moment, Ding Li was full of a sense of power, he secretly thought that no wonder everyone wanted to obtain the peerless secret book, cultivate true power, and then squeeze into the sequence of grade masters, and from then on despise ordinary people in the world, just because this sense of power is too intoxicating.

"Can you not be drunk, now the whole city is mine, and let Lao Tzu pretend to be a force. Ding Li said secretly in his heart, then clenched his fist, let go again, raised his right hand, and aimed at a bird-shaped stone sculpture above the Vermilion Bird Gate, and silently shouted in his heart: "Fly, Sao Nian~"

The bird-shaped stone carving on the top of the moat, is one of the four holy beasts, the name Vermilion Bird, squatting in this city pass has been three dynasties, see the change of dynasties all over, and watch the changes of the rivers and mountains coldly.

It's a pity that it's just a stone carving, Ding Li thought to himself, and then raised his hand and scratched it in the air, making a gesture of catching a sparrow.

The next moment almost scared him out.

He saw with his own eyes the stone carving of the Vermilion Bird between his fingers, flapping its wings.

Suddenly, an invisible shock wave radiated out in all directions, and all the colorful mist seen around the eyes began to scurry wildly like dust fanned by the wings of a big bird.

Then Ding Li saw the Vermilion Bird stone sculpture as if it came to life, and opened his mouth at him, as if he had shouted something, and his ears instantly lost sound, as if 10,000 bells and drums were ringing in his ears.

Immediately, all the colorful mist that swirled up began to rotate in an orderly manner, slowly forming a tornado-shaped vortex centered on the Vermilion Bird stone carving.

In Ding Li's eyes, the size of the Vermilion Bird stone carving began to grow infinitely, like a building, like a city gate, like a mountain.

Then the Vermilion Bird stone sculpture flapped its wings twice, as if it was about to take off in the next moment, and rushed towards Ding Li with a huge momentum.

In the face of that monstrous momentum, Ding Li was so small that he didn't even count as an ant.

Ding Li closed his eyes, his lips trembled, and he thought, "Mother, I just want to pretend to be a force." ”

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"An~~" A gentle male voice sounded in Ding Li's ears.

Ding Li opened his eyes suddenly, and found that there was a thin scholar in a green shirt in front of him, middle-aged with a gentle smile.

The scholar saw Ding Li's eyes open, smiled again and said one word: "An~~".

After finishing speaking, the three fingers of the thumb, index finger and middle finger were pressed against Ding Li's chest, and he sank for a moment, and then said, "Seal!"

When the scholar said the seal, it was obvious that his mouth was moving, but when it fell on Ding Li's ears, it seemed that everything around him was saying this word.

The bricks on the official road are saying, "Seal!"

The sycamore on the side of the official road was saying, "Seal!"

The walls of the Suzaku Gate are saying, "Seal!"

Even the wind floating in the air seemed to say in the ear: "Seal!"

The moment he heard the seal, Ding Li felt as if an invisible barrier was flying towards him from all directions, enveloping the whole person inside, his breathing stagnated, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he slowly brightened.

Then he noticed that the mist that had been scattered around him was gradually becoming transparent, and then vanished.

I looked at the Suzaku squatting on the castle tower again, and found that it was still a stone sculpture, squatting quietly on the top beam, covered with dust like a long history.

Everything was like an illusion, only the scholar in front of him was standing in front of him alive, smiling at him, his eyes full of concern that Ding Li couldn't understand.