Zhongjing City is still prosperous, with countless people leaving and countless people coming. It is like a standing rock in the tide. When the waves come, I open my arms. When the waves go away, I will never hold it back.
The only constant in the world is change happening all the time.
Those who have just entered the city can only vaguely hear the grand event Wan Anbo set off in the world from the mouths of some old tea drinkers. It was a glorious period: Linglong Tower’s three songs of Lovesickness and Murder, four of Linhuang’s Legends were handed down to shock the world; the Star-Zhailing Tower was so popular that all the saints in the Ten Thousand Temples got out of the way; of course, the most unavoidable thing is the song that is now popular in Daxuan. The style of storytelling.
Although there is still Daxuan Minbao, and new serials are still being sent out, only old Chinese people from Beijing will take a sip of hot tea, hold their teeth together, shake their heads, and say in a tone that has experienced the vicissitudes of life: "It's different. , completely different from before.”
"In the past when we were in Beijing, Wan Anbo could write it out in front of us, and we guys could listen to it in the back. What is this called? A scorpion poops - the only one!"
"You want to grab a seat in the Beifeng Building before? Oh, don't brag. We ordinary people are in the auxiliary building. We can't enter the main building at all!"
"And the blade business. It's a booming business. Asking for the price? I want to ask for the price of the blades I sent to Wan Anbo? I'll give you as many as you want!"
"Let me tell you, when we old Beijingers go out in the morning, we don't say good morning first. We spit on the ground, stamp our feet, and shout "Shame on the Literary Man" together. Our hearts feel happy. This is the real beginning of the day!"
"Hey, don't say it, only we men can scold you. If others dare to say a word, they will be punished!"
"It's not like now, hey..." The old ruffian sighed, "Only the song outside Beicheng is left."
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky..."
The waiter served a few dishes of side dishes, looked at the young man who was dumbfounded by the old ruffian, and joked: "Brother, are you new to the city? Don't listen to Mr. Hu's nonsense, what he said is like Wan'an Uncle, no, he is Marquis Wu now, which is the same as the Marquis has been away for one hundred and eighty years."
"It's all planned. The Marquis will leave the capital for twenty days. If you want to listen to books, you can just find a restaurant. There are a lot of storytellers nowadays."
Mr. Hu raised his leg and kicked the waiter: "As long as you can! As long as you can! Go to your house in peace..."
The waiter ran away laughing, and an old man with a gray beard on the side said, "It's not all nonsense, there is indeed something different."
"For example, Huazui Nansheng no longer sits in court and tells stories..."
…
To the east of the city, there is a quiet courtyard.
Looking at the maid busy cleaning up, Xiao Hexiang raised her hand and poured a glass of wine for Nan Yuanxi.
"Mr. Sir, the carriages and horses have been hired. Do you want to prepare some food and wine for the road?"
Nan Yuanxi shook his head: "No need."
After saying that, he looked at Xiao Hexiang again: "I'm just wronging you. After a few days of good times, you have to run around with me again."
Xiao Hexiang shook her head slightly and said softly: "If you follow your husband, you won't feel wronged."
Nan Yuanxi grabbed Xiao Hexiang's hand and said seriously: "Master Hou is my benefactor. Logically speaking, I should have followed him when he went north."
"I was just worried that I would be a burden and make the Marquis worried, so I held back my intention to follow him."
"Recently, Duke Sang wrote to me, saying that people in the world are now heading north, and there is an endless stream of people going to Dongcang."
"This is the time when the Marquis is employing people. Although I, Nanyuan Xi, don't have much ability, I still have some power. An Neng can enjoy peace and happiness in Zhongjing."
Xiao Hexiang held Nan Yuanxi's hand and said, "Ms. sir, you don't need to explain to me."
"I don't know anything about the things between you men. I only know that I am where my husband is."
Nan Yuanxi's heart felt warm, and he stood up and bowed solemnly to Xiao Hexiang.
"Nansheng will definitely live up to his wife in this life!"
…
The words are divided into two parts, each expressing one branch.
Chen Luo frowned and walked on the avenue of Dongcang City with a gloomy face. Even the hot construction scene in the city did not put him in a good mood.
Just last night, a terrible incident of bloodshed and injuries occurred in the temporary residential area in the east of the city.
A group of people who had just entered Dongcang City a few days ago suddenly attacked others at night, killing three people and injuring more than a dozen people. If Sixth Senior Sister had not discovered it in time and controlled the assailants, the consequences might have been disastrous.
Chen Luo didn't understand. The temporary residence area was selected based on the number plate. The murderer had no contact with the victim. How could such a hurtful act be done?
Or is this someone sent into Dongcang City with ulterior motives?
I went to steal a barbarian's home under the barbarian world, but someone actually wanted to steal my home?
Chen Luo must find out clearly.
It has to be said that even though he has only been the city lord for twenty days, Chen Luo also exudes a hint of majesty.
Under the guidance of Yang Nanzhong, Chen Luo came to the temporary prison set up by the City Guard Camp and met the instigator of last night's bloody case.
This was a man of about forty years old. His whole body was tied up and he was kneeling on the ground without saying a word.
The mortal aura in Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and he could see through the other party's cultivation level.
Three meridians have been opened, but Ren Du has not. He is still in the state of open meridians. At best, he is a little stronger than ordinary people.
After taking the other party's ID card, Chen Luo frowned slightly.
"Guo Qi, forty-two years old, from Luozhou, made a living by stretching before coming to Dongcang."
"Guo Qi!" Chen Luo sat in front of the other party and said calmly, "Why do you want to kill someone?"
Guo Qi quickly explained: "Master Hou, I don't know! I took over the logging job in Dayeling yesterday. I was very tired when I came back. Then I fell down and went to sleep. When I opened my eyes, I took the Hold the knife."
"But the villain really doesn't know anything! The villain followed the big guy to Dongcang because he wanted to make a living and not to kill anyone!"
"You don't know anything?" Chen Luo looked at Guo Qi. His eyes were sunken and dull.
"Sixth Senior Sister!" Chen Luo called softly, and soon Yun Siyao's voice rang in his ears: "His soul has not been tampered with."
Chen Luo slammed the table suddenly: "Guo Qi, you still dare to quibble? When the incident happened, you and your companions rushed out of the residence with knives, slashing everyone they saw! Tell me, who sent you here."
"It's okay if you don't admit it. I owe you a favor. I'll invite the Confucian sect's great scholars and the Taoist sect's Taoist masters to investigate bit by bit to see how deep the mastermind behind you can be!"
Guo Qi was so frightened that he quickly kowtowed and said, "Master Hou, Master Hou, I really don't know what's going on!"
"I just...just yesterday, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that the wild blood beast in Daye Ridge was chasing me, and then I woke up."
"I really don't know anything!"
"Nightmare?" Chen Luo thought, it's impossible. If it is related to nightmares, it will definitely affect the soul, but the Sixth Senior Sister is clearly sure that the opponent's soul has not been tampered with.
At this time, Yang Nanzhong seemed to have thought of something, and raised his hand to Chen Luo: "Master Hou, I have some ideas and want to give it a try."
Chen Luo nodded and saw Yang Nanzhong walking up to Guo Qi and stretching out his hand. A ray of green aura of righteousness entered Guo Qi's body from Guo Qi's head, wandered around Guo Qi's body for a moment, and finally stopped at his heart.
Yang Nanzhong thought, and the awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly rushed along his heart. Suddenly Guo Qi spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell to the ground, and a gray breath came out of it, and Guo Qi also spat out the blood. Then he fell to the ground and passed out.
Seeing the gray aura above the blood, Yang Nanzhong breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chen Luo: "Master Marquis, the general knows what's going on."
"This matter has nothing to do with external forces."
Chen Luo was a little surprised: "What's going on?"
Yang Nanzhong organized his words: "Master Hou, do you know Ying Xiao?"
"Ying Xiao?" Chen Luo was stunned.
Of course Chen Luo knew about Ying Xiao.
The so-called camp roar refers to the strict military regulations in the military camp, which makes the soldiers extremely depressed. Also, because they may die at any time, the psychological pressure is extremely high. In this case, there is a high probability that soldiers will have nightmares. If someone screams in a nightmare, it will detonate the accumulated pressure in the hearts of those around them and quickly spread a hysterical mood, thus completely getting rid of the madness of military discipline.
Ying Xiao has always been the enemy of an army. If it is not handled well, an army of 100,000 people may kill each other overnight.
But, what does this have to do with Guo Qi?
Dongcang City does not have so many rules, and it is an open city that does not restrict anyone's freedom. How could it be related to Ying Xiao?
Seeing the confused expression on Chen Luo's face, Yang Nanzhong explained: "Master Hou, Ying Xiao is just a metaphor, but Guo Qi's situation can indeed be understood as Ying Xiao."
"This kind of thing happens occasionally in the north, but mostly it happens to people from the south."
"When people from the south go north, they are not used to the water and soil in the north. Especially the wild wind. I grew up in the north and have long been accustomed to the wild wind. But in fact, there is a trace of the power of the wild sky in the wild wind. If the human race is ignorant, If we are weak, it will interfere with the consciousness of my human race and make people comatose and crazy."
"There is a saying in the north, which is that if you don't fight for three days, you can go to the house and uncover the tiles. It's not that my parents in the north are keen on beating their children, it's just that sometimes the children are affected by the wild wind and act biasedly. They often wake up after a beating."
"So the wild wind has little impact on the minds of people born and raised in the north. But the same cannot be said for people from the south."
"In addition, if Ruo was depressed inside and couldn't vent, his heart was blocked, so he would do things like Ying Xiao."
"Just now, I finally forced out the congestion in Guo Qi's heart. The gray gas is the depressed energy in his heart!"
After hearing Yang Nanzhong's explanation, Chen Luo understood.
He looked at Guo Qi who was unconscious on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Those who kill will pay with their lives, and those who hurt others will be sentenced according to the circumstances and classified as prisoners. As for those who did not hurt others, they will be expelled from Dongcang City."
"Notify the political hall to suspend the mission of leaving the city below the Yangqi realm."
"I need to think about this carefully."
After Chen Luo finished speaking, he walked out of the temporary prison with a heavy heart.
…
Returning to the city lord's mansion, Chen Luo went directly into the study.
Guo Qi's matter was resolved, but this kind of thing was just the beginning. Among the people rushing to Dongcang, southerners accounted for nearly half. Most of them were warriors who came to pursue martial arts, and some, like Guo Qi, wanted to come to Dongcang City to start over and earn a living.
This time it was Guo Qi's small team of more than a dozen people who had a problem. What if ten or a hundred times more people had a problem?
The source of the problem is very simple. To put it bluntly, it is boring.
Maybe it’s homesickness, maybe loneliness, maybe boredom, and some people are willing to hide things in their hearts. As time goes by, they become depressed and unhappy, and then they are suddenly blown by the wild wind——
The whole person is gone!
This is a question of spiritual civilization construction.
A fulfilling and pleasant spiritual culture can make people happier.
At this time, Chen Luo suddenly thought of Nanyuan Xi.
If Nanyuan Xi is here, reading two paragraphs a day may also have good results.
Speaking of which, should we plan a few stadiums and introduce rugby and football to give those over-energetic men a chance to vent?
This is not enough, we must also take into account men, women, old and young.
However, under the current conditions, what is the most popular form of entertainment?
Chen Luo slapped his thigh, what a joke!
It’s human nature to watch a show.
In this world, there is no need to pursue singing, reciting or fighting, and there is no need to pay attention to accents. As long as the story is written, the roles are assigned, and a few people stand on the stage, it can be acted, right?
When I first entered the flower forest in the dreamland, I still remember that the flickering light of idle books also included opera texts such as "The Peony Pavilion", "The Romance of the West Chamber", and "The Fairy Match"!
As for the soundtrack and singing, isn't there a talented musical girl with him?
Just as Chen Luo was thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Luo Hongnu's voice sounded: "Master Hou..."
Chen Luo responded quickly, and Luo Hongnu opened the door and came in, holding a wine bottle in his hand.
"Hongnu has made some new fruit wine. Mr. Marquis, try it to see if it suits your taste. If you like it, I will make more." Luo Hongnu obediently placed the wine pot on the table.
"Don't worry about this." Chen Luo smiled like a flower and looked at Luo Hongnu, "Hongnu, do you want to learn opera?"
(If you want to know what happened next, see the breakdown in the next chapter)
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