There were many people drinking morning tea in the shop that day. In this noisy environment, Zhan Changfeng asked He Wu, "Will you go back to the city army? If you don't go back, no one will know that you are dead." You are still alive, and no one will care if you leave."
He Wu sounded a little sad. When a soldier fell to this point, no one would confirm whether he was alive or dead. I was afraid that when he was taken back by the Dilong Gang, he would have been dead in their eyes.
"What's the point of returning to a place like this? I might as well work elsewhere and live a good life." He calmed down and said firmly.
Zhan Changfeng said noncommittally, "Then you can leave now."
He Wu touched his head and wondered, "Do you still want to go back?"
"This is natural. A person should have a beginning and an end."
He Wudao, "Aren't you afraid that what happened like that will happen again?" Being casually suppressed by a superior person can determine life or death.
"You can't blame others for the pain you inflict on yourself due to the disparity in status and strength, or for being despised and trampled on because of it. You can't ask others to say and do what you want, nor can you expect people in higher positions to pity you."
Zhan Changfeng stroked the lines on the tea cup with a somewhat lonely look on his face, "If the heart is flawed, then thoughts will arise and all kinds of troubles will occur frequently. The path of spiritual cultivation is essentially the process of finding the original mind to make up for the flaws. However, most practitioners, If you don't fall into the desire for power, sex, and life, or follow the tide of chaos, it will only make the flaws in your heart even bigger."
Zhan Changfeng rolled up his sleeves, stopped caring about He Wu, and left alone.
He Wu was confused when he heard this, but he felt that this person was too lonely, and this kind of loneliness was too arrogant. Others could only look up at him, but they couldn't understand.
Zhan Changfeng was walking on the busy street with indifference in her eyes, but her indifference was extremely gentle. She treated high and low, good, ugly, good and evil equally. Her gentleness even made people feel gentle sometimes.
Entering an area of Ming'an Street, more and more people began to greet her. Some of these men, women and children with bright and sincere smiles had received some favors from her, while others had only exchanged a few words with each other.
Most of them speak softly and are just the lowest among all living beings, but perhaps because of their ordinaryness, they are not afraid to show greater kindness to those who have good intentions towards them.
"Sir, why haven't I seen you these past few days? I just picked the ice pears."
"Goed out to do some errands."
Zhan Changfeng took the ice pear handed over by the old farmer, and the old farmer's smile became even bigger, "Since you used the formation to help us get rid of insects, those pear trees are growing vigorously, and even the fruits are sweeter."
"It's indeed good. It's time for you to raise the price. You won't even be able to make back your capital for eight spiritual stones per pound."
She suddenly became interested and said, "You divide these into two piles, big and small. The big ones are sold for ten spirit stones per pound, and the small ones are sold for seven spirit stones per pound. You can also pick out the green ones and divide them into two piles, sweet and sour. , always give people more choices.”
The old farmer chuckled. Seeing that she was wearing casual clothes, he asked, "Sir, are you going back? I'll pack some more ice pears for you to take back."
"No need, I'm going back to discuss."
Isn't today the big test that happens every three months?
There was an unprecedented silence in the Qilefang station. The officer who came down from the city lord's palace to supervise the test declared with a wooden face, "Yuan Hu versus Zhan Changfeng, Zhan Changfeng wins!"
The whole place was in an uproar and there was a lot of discussion.
"Damn it, I'm really not blind?" Fatty Zong wished he could rub his eyes to see clearly. No one could have imagined that a person who had long been considered dead would actually come back in front of everyone.
Challenging the audience to build a foundation, he pointed at Uncle Yuan Hu who stepped into the realm of transcendence, and said "come here" to stir up the heartstrings of so many people. It was so exciting and crazy!
What's even more exciting is that Yuan Hu was completely tortured!
In the end, Yuan Hu acted out of fear. He actually ignored the internal rules of the soldiers not to kill, and used a pill that could increase the attack power ten times in a short time to kill Zhan Changfeng, but Zhan Changfeng was still killed. Counterattack, no, she didn't kill anyone, she just "accidentally" shattered someone's pubic area.
Yuan Hu's cultivation was destroyed, his eyes were red, "I won't let you go!"
Zhan Changfeng looked at him coldly, "I thought you understood the rules of survival in Beicheng better than me. Who would care about a person who has lost his value? Of course, I hope you have offended fewer people in the past, otherwise you may not be able to get out of Beicheng intact."
She either didn't speak, but when she spoke, she stabbed her heart. Yuan Hu couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood and spurted it out.
The supervisor carefully looked at the young monk who suddenly appeared, and said with a smile on his face, "Give me the token, and I will return it to you together with the new appointment letter after the modification is completed."
The people below could hear it clearly. I am afraid that I will not be able to escape from the position of uncle.
Liuge Guanren, who was also the uncle of Qilefang, all smiled at her in a friendly manner. He had the strength to be on equal footing with them, and he was happy to make friends even if there was no conflict.
On the other side of the sea, there were waves, and seagulls flew across the blue sea and sky. Wang Heng's arm landed on a black-tailed Pulsatilla. He took the letter spit out from the Pulsatilla's stomach, raised his sharp eyebrows, and strode away. Entering the cabin, "City Lord, there is something strange happening in Qilefang."
His eyes were bright and he laughed, "You killed Yuan Hu in just one month. How did you think of releasing her to Beicheng?"
"The aura on her body is very unusual." The elegant and noble man stood by the window, looking at the waves of the sea in the distance, his eyes were filled with coldness, "Beicheng is a cancer after all. The Hood Casino in Qilefang The Baiyue Pavilion in Huahu, the large and small gangs that ignore the law and take advantage of the plunder, and the intricate city army that works for the tiger, these all need to be changed."
It was night, Zhan Changfeng was making tea in the courtyard, the moon was bright and the shadows were sparse, and the wind was slightly cold.
She washed the tea set without raising her eyes and just asked, "What's the matter with your late night visit?"
Shan Shan still looked dull and said dryly, "It's so elegant to make tea late at night."
Zhan Changfeng poured the boiling water into the pot, scraped off the tea foam on the surface with bamboo chopsticks, and poured it into the tea boat. "I have nothing to do."
Shan Shan silently placed a paper of appointment and a token in front of her, and at the same time spread out the paper of appointment.
Zhan Changfeng glanced at it, then poured in the boiling water, covered the tea lid, and poured the boiling water into the pot, "Who are you?"
"People from the City Lord's Mansion."
"This is the wrong position. I remember that those who can be Bodu are usually extraordinary."
“It depends on the person.”
Warm cup and pot, "What do you need me to do?"
"Do what Bodu should do."
"Trouble is of no use to me."
"The monthly salary is doubled. If you have any inconveniences, the City Lord's Mansion will help you clean up the red gold mine."
Zhan Changfeng was not surprised how he knew. How could one underestimate the power of a city lord's palace, "Twenty-eight."
Looking at her blankly, she explained again, "The profit from the red gold mine is 28 cents. I, 8 cents, are responsible for mining, and the city lord's palace is responsible for providing protection."
Shan Shan twitched the corner of his mouth and was silent for a while before saying, "Sanqi."
Sound transmitted to the ear?
Zhan Changfeng opened the tea cup and said, "Then let's just have three or seven."
The aroma of tea spread, and Dan Shan knew that this was an order to expel guests, so he left immediately without stopping.
As she sipped her tea, a pool of bamboo shadows swayed under her eyes.
The relationship between the city lord's palace and the navy city army is a bit complicated.
