The city lord was in a daze.

He rubbed his forehead.

No wonder the last senior brother said that being a city lord is hard work.

He now understands it deeply.

Endless official duties and countless paperwork.

Not even a little leisure time.

No wonder this world of mortals is the most challenging.

For outsiders like them, just these worldly things, big and small, are dizzying.

However, this is not the most important thing.

When dealing with these matters, he can always come up with better ways, or more advantageous ways.

Obviously one moment I was still thinking about the feasibility of this method, and the next moment I jumped to another similar method.

Mundane affairs are like a thread that keeps cutting but has no clue.

You can start wherever you want, and there is a solution no matter what.

Practicing is different.

If you don't understand, you don't understand.

On the one hand, he doesn't understand, and on the other hand, he has to preserve his spirit and refine his energy, which will take up a lot of the monk's time. If he spends more time on such insignificant things, he won't be able to achieve any great fame in this life.

"The experience of my predecessors still makes sense. All chores are delegated to me. I cultivate my own way."

On balance, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

Of course, it was actually more in line with his own interests. It would be fine if he could live here and enjoy wealth and glory, but he still wanted to return to the Eastern Wasteland and the dojo of the Tianyang Divine Sect.

At least, as a venerable person, he doesn't want to die in this small place.

"By the way..."

The new city lord nodded slightly. Since the Wen family has such a background, it doesn't hurt to give him a point.

As the city lord of Yangcheng, his main responsibility is to protect Yangcheng and the matters entrusted to his ancestors. Other things are not that important, and he really looks down on the three melons and two dates in Xiaohuangyu.

…

The Tianji ship flew across the sky.

The beast roared and pushed away the waves of the sea of ​​clouds.

The low tea table remained motionless.

The blond young man sitting on the opposite bank was sitting on pins and needles, twisting reluctantly as if a reptile had fallen on him, and had to stop his antics.

He secretly glanced at the young man who was also sitting cross-legged on a low stool.

All I saw was that the young man looked respectful, like a clay sculpture carved from stone.

It is hard for people to imagine that the terrifying and powerful man who was so arrogant just now, like a king in the sky, is sitting peacefully at this moment, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes satisfied.

Although his expression has not changed, people can still notice the softness of his expression.

He turned his gaze.

Feng Chengyin lowered his head and wanted to reach out for the teapot with some embarrassment. However, someone snatched the teapot before him, so he could only smile awkwardly and put away his hand that was hanging in the air and didn't know where to place it.

Licking his lips, he still said nothing.

He really didn't know what to say.

To be honest, there was some resentment back then.

Fortunately, Senior Yue Yan has a broad mind and did not care about the friction between Sunset Sword Sect and Yang Cheng after he left. Instead, he helped everyone to support him.

In his impression, the red-haired monk seemed more like a distant shadow.

When the shadow of the past overlaps with the present, Feng Chengyin slowly focuses on reality.

This made him look at the monk in front of him again.

Tu Shanjun said nothing, his eyes as deep and dark as the abyss fell on the calm waves of tea, he seemed to be really thinking about something.

a long time.

He then spoke slowly and said, "Fellow Taoist, must you have forgotten that I like drinking wine but not tea."

When the seal is sealed, the cold hairs stand on end.

His body was unconsciously shrouded in horror.

He regretted it now, maybe he shouldn't have called that person's name at all.

He should have let this name be buried in history and sink forever, but at that time he still shouted it out, not because of the joy of meeting his old friend again, but because of fear!

He was afraid that he would disappear without a trace.

After all, the new city lord of Yangcheng is a disciple of Senior Yuanyan, so he can still survive safely.

What about him?

He was just an ordinary monk from an ordinary sect in a remote place. He had even had a feud with this person back then. It was only natural that he should be annihilated and become dust in the Taoism.

He shouldn't have brought this person to the sect just to survive.

Even if senior brother really said it.

Looking at Feng Chengyin, who was still shaking like chaff despite trying his best to control his emotions.

Tu Shanjun stretched out a finger.

A little inspiration bursts out at the fingertips.

It was a ray of light that fell on Feng Chengyin's forehead.

Immediately afterwards, Seal Chengyin's trembling body returned to calm.

After a long while, he cupped his hands and said, "I made senior laugh."

"There is no such thing as laughter."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

What happened back then was over, and he didn't want to embarrass himself.

If Feng Chengyin hadn't told the story of Master Jifeng's 'resurrection from the dead', he would have simply erased the memory of Feng Chengyin meeting him, just like he did with the new city lord of Yang City.

With a wave of his hand.

The tea cup is gone and turned into a wine bottle.

Tu Shanjun picked up the wine bottle and said, "Please!"

"Please." Feng Chengyin hurriedly raised the wine bottle.

Lift your head and drink.

The spiritual wine filled his body in an instant, causing his cultivation to loosen. It was only at this moment that he took a breath and relaxed slightly and said, "I didn't expect to see senior again."

"Back then, fellow Daoist Yuyanyan left on the giant ship of the Tianyang Divine Sect."

"Senior has also disappeared since then."

"We also speculate that the seniors went to the depths of the great realm together."

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Speaking of which, the Small Wilderness Territory also belongs to the Eastern Wilderness Territory.

The Eastern Wilderness is terrifying.

Some places have weak barriers and have been merged into the land to become connected lands. Many places have deep barriers and cannot be directly integrated into the Eastern Barren. However, this does not mean that they are not the boundaries of the Eastern Barren.

"yes."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

"After a long absence, are all the fellow Taoists still well?"

Feng Chengyin showed an awkward smile: "Everything is fine."

He didn't say that once Tu Shanjun left, both black and white became honest for a long time.

It can't be said that he was honest but silent, as if he was silently confirming whether the information was accurate. At that time, Tushanjun offended everything Xiaohuangyu could offend, and almost became a public enemy.

In the years when Tu Shanjun showed his talents, all sects, whether they were gangsters or white sects, were overwhelmed.

Later, the battle when the Blood Evil Sect was destroyed shocked everyone even more.

They all hope that this living king of hell will leave soon.

This small pond in Xiaohuang Realm really cannot support such a magical dragon.

Fortunately, living up to expectations, this demon king really left Donghuang.
To be continued...