I have a little bit of talent

Although Master Shang had never practiced cultivation, he was born into a family of scholars and could barely be called a Confucian disciple. Naturally, he had great respect for Fang Lu, the current benchmark of Confucianism. Master Shang also had a very good impression of Fang Mu, who was Fang Lu's son. When he heard Chen Xian's rude remarks, he became a little dissatisfied.

"Tell me quickly, how did Fang Mu get to Yizhou? I don't know anything about it."

Chen Xian didn't care about Master Shang's attitude at all. Instead, he asked about Fang Mu's matter, looking quite nervous.

"You have been practicing for some time and rarely even went to the military camp. How did you know these news? Well, I will tell you in detail." Seeing that Chen Xian was somewhat concerned about Fang Mu's affairs, Master Shang thought that his previous words had worked, so he told him the story of Fang Mu forcing Madam Qingye to retreat in Yunding Mountain.

Although Yizhou was jointly governed by the Great Zhou court and the sect alliance, it still belonged to the territory of the Great Zhou. There were many channels to obtain some secret information. The news of Fang Mu's battle with Madam Qingye in the Liehuo Sect was spread by disciples from other sects who were watching the ceremony, and the Xishan City government naturally learned of the news.

Not only that, the government had even learned the news that Fang Mu had left Yunding Mountain and was heading for Xishan City. One could not help but sigh at how well-informed the Great Zhou government was.

"This Fang Mu is indeed worthy of being the son of Lord Fang Lu. He is a young master who forced the immortal to retreat. Our Great Zhou has gained another genius of the ages!"

After Shang finished talking about Yunding Mountain, he sighed repeatedly. He looked up and saw Chen Xian with a dull face, as if he was stupid. He couldn't help but laugh:

"Although General Chen has profound cultivation and has reached the level of a Grandmaster, he is probably still far inferior to Fang Mu. Even a True Person Realm expert with three flowers gathered at the top of his head was forced back by him. Can you take his punch?"

"Master Shang, believe it or not, even if Fang Mu appeared in front of me right now, I would be the only one who could beat him. He wouldn't dare to touch a hair on my head."

When Chen Xian saw that Master Shang was mocking him, he responded with a very strange expression.

"General Chen, you are joking. You are the commander of the state capital, and you hold a high position of power. Fang Mu would never dare to hit you.

"As for you beating him, that's even more unrealistic. I'm afraid that ordinary grandmasters are no match for him. General Chen, you are far from that."

Master Shang was amused by Chen Xian's words and burst into laughter.

"Well, let's make a bet." Chen Xian also smiled slyly.

"What bet?"

"Let's bet that I can hit square wood, but he can't hit me."

"Okay, I've made the bet. If I win, I'll take the painting of landscape and dragon by Lord Fang Lu that you have collected." Lord Shang stood up suddenly.

"You're asking for too much. I'm making a bet. If I win, I'll take the jar of monkey wine that you've treasured for ten years."

Chen was stunned, as if he didn't expect Master Shang to have such a big appetite, and then he agreed. He couldn't lose anyway.

"Okay, then I'll start looking for new people who have entered the city in the past few days. Thank you General Chen for the painting!"

Master Shang was a little impatient to get the painting of mountains, rivers and swimming dragons, so he left in a hurry.

"Go to restaurants and brothels to ask around. It's easier to find people there."

Chen Xian did not forget to give a reminder, and it was obvious that he knew Fang Mu quite well.

"I see. It's easy to get information in those places." Master Shang didn't even turn his head. He just waved his hand and left quickly.

Seeing Master Shang walking away, Chen Xian couldn't help laughing anymore.

"Hahaha, Fang Mu gave me a jar of good wine as soon as he came to Yizhou. I have to take good care of him."

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The terrain of Xishan City is quite unique. Except for the inner city located in the valley, the rest of the outer city area is built on the mountain.

The mountain where the East City District is located is called Wuyun Mountain. From the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain is the urban area. The upper location is the gate of the Banshan Sect. Originally, tourists were not prohibited from entering, but in recent years, due to Chen Xian's reasons, the Banshan Sect does not welcome outsiders, and it seems to be closing the mountain.

Since leaving Yunding Mountain, Fang Mu has not changed his appearance. He has been traveling through sparsely populated mountains and forests, from east to west, and he just happened to arrive at Wuyun Mountain.

He had also heard of the name of Banshan Sect and knew that it was one of the sects outside Xishan City. He originally wanted to go in and take a look, but when he arrived at the gate, he was stopped by the disciples guarding the mountain. They said that the sect now did not receive outsiders. Fang Mu could not force his way in, so he could only come to the East City District of Xishan City with doubts, wanting to ask about the specific situation.

Knowing that there were many sects around Xishan City, Fang Mu decided to stay here for a while and travel around the capital of Yizhou.

Since he was going to stay for a longer period of time, Fang Mu simply decided not to look for an inn to stay in, but instead looked for some vacant houses in Dongcheng District to see if he could rent them out for a short period of time.

Although Dongcheng District is only the outer city area of ​​Xishan City and is where most of the city's citizens live, it is also quite lively. Restaurants and businesses can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, and the flow of people is endless. The sounds of hawkers hawking their wares are incessant. Fang Mu has been traveling in the mountains for a long time. At this moment, he actually had a sense of what day it was. He searched along the streets for vacant houses and finally found some on the edge of Dongcheng District.

Actually, Fang Mu was quite lucky. As the capital of Yizhou, Xishan City was densely populated. On weekdays, there were always merchants from other villages and towns who came here to do business and make friends. Even in the outer Dongcheng District, there were not many vacant houses. But by chance, a caravan from Chanzhou was leaving, and the house they lived in became vacant. The owner was looking for a new tenant, and Fang Mu happened to come to him.

The owner of the house is named Zhang Mo, a native of Xishan City. His ancestors have lived in Dongcheng District for generations. After years of business, he owns several houses and has some wealth.

Zhang Mo took Fang Mu around and around, across several streets, and brought him to a house at the end of the alley.

"Little brother, although this house is a little old, it has all the furniture you need. It is also quite far from the street, so it is very quiet. The merchants in Chanzhou used to like to live here. Are you satisfied?"

"Thank you, Brother Zhang. I like quietness, so let's stay here."

Fang Mu saw that the house was indeed a bit old as Zhang Mo said, but it was quite clean and tidy inside, so he agreed.

After the rent was paid and Zhang Mo left, Fang Mu closed the door, locked the bolt, and began to check the house carefully.

Although this residence is located on the edge of Dongcheng District, it is quite large and has a small courtyard. In addition to the daily living room, there is also a kitchen next to the courtyard, which has a large stove and is fully equipped with pots, pans, and utensils.

"Not bad. I can cook for myself when I have time." Fang Mu's eyes lit up when he saw the kitchen.

A lot of food and tableware had long been piled up in his mustard seed space. Before, he either traveled in the mountains or lived in the inn in the city, and never had the chance to use them. Now that he was renting a house, these daily necessities came in handy.

Seeing that it was still early, Fang Mu started to tinker in the kitchen.

First, he took out the original items in the kitchen one by one, put a package in the yard, and then put the things in his mustard seed space into the kitchen.

The pots, pans, and bowls were laid out, the cooking pot was placed on the stove, and the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and other condiments were also taken out and placed next to the stove. What was even more outrageous was that he took out a bag of rice and placed it next to the stove for use.

After doing all this, Fang Mu looked around and felt that something was missing, so he took out a few strips of bacon and hung them on the wall outside the kitchen, then nodded with satisfaction.

"This is what a kitchen looks like. I'll cook a meal to comfort myself later."