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If in ancient times, Feiguang Temple was equivalent to a giant merchant who was as rich as a country, but now, using "rich as a country" to describe it is underestimating.

The sum of the properties of all the people in the lower city is not as good as a single hair in Feiguang Temple, and the three families of Gongsun, Jiao, and Zhao in the upper city may be compared with it.

But in times of famine and chaos, the first priority for people to survive is to have enough food and clothing. There are no crops to grow in the farmland, and no melons, fruits, grains and vegetables are sold in the street market. No matter how much money you earn, it is futile.

Like the three great families, Feiguangdian's status is not measured by money.

In which year Feiguang Temple was founded, there is no accurate record.

Its predecessor was a blacksmith's shop, and the shopkeeper's surname was Ji, who was good at forging weapons, knives, forks, swords, and halberds.

After the fall of Dayue, the last dynasty, the world was in turmoil, weapons and human lives were consumed together, and arms dealers made a fortune. Ji took advantage of the east wind to expand his business, but what really changed his fate was a meeting of seeking talents.

It is said that, led by the Gongsun family, the three aristocratic families discussed the construction of Shangcheng District, but they were unable to implement the plan due to lack of technology, so they had to openly seek talents.

The Ji family took this opportunity to donate his inventions of the "cloud car" and "iron support bone". They stood out at the talent seeking conference and were favored by the Gongsun family. They took over Baigong and took charge of construction related matters in the upper city.

Shangcheng District, also known as "Gaoge", was built for 200 years.

During the past 200 years, the Ji family has developed and grown. Taking advantage of the power of the family, they have gradually mastered the lifeblood of the world's military and expanded their business to other businesses. The "Xuan Ma" car that the ladies take when they go out is also sold by the Ji family...

When the three aristocratic families realized that raising tigers was a danger, the Ji family's limelight could no longer be contained.

Later, the Ji family built a magnificent Feiguang hall in Shangcheng District.

Feiguang Hall is the private residence of the Patriarch, and this name has also become a synonym for Ji's power.

A few hundred years later, as natural disasters intensified, the lower city became more and more dilapidated, and chaos and wars broke out frequently. The three aristocratic families continued to fight each other due to their differences in interests, and had no time to take care of the "untouchables" in the lower city. Under the banner of maintaining order, they openly raised elite soldiers below.

In recent years, the barracks of Feiguang Temple have sprung up one after another, and their momentum is so great that they almost cover the sky with one hand.

There is even a trend of infiltration from bottom to top, and the aristocratic family often feels its threat, but the internal friction among the three families has intensified so far, and they all intend to win over Feiguang Temple to increase their own winning chips.

Feiguangdian's attitude was quite ambiguous.

Ji Shixiong, the master of the Ji clan of this generation, is a well-known old fox, like a weed that falls with the wind, there are often gangsters, but he will never get on anyone's boat.

In this way, the three aristocratic families, the Feiguang Palace, and the Quartet check and balance each other, forming the power structure of the Shangcheng District.

And Wildfire...

Long Ying paused and did not continue.

Jiang Baizhou glanced at him: "Why didn't you say anything?"

Longying's Adam's apple moved slightly, and her voice was lowered. He said, "Huanghuo is a non-governmental organization, stragglers, unable to compete with the well-equipped Feiguang Temple. They are a group of... ordinary people who are unwilling to be 'untouchables'."

"Untouchable", even though Jiang Baizhou didn't know the suffering in the world, he could hear Longying's resentment.

He remembered that when he was "invisible" in the military tent of Huiwu Camp, he heard the secret conversation between Long Ying and the bearded man.

"You are from Huohuo, I know." Jiang Baizhou didn't hide what he knew, Longying was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and he explained, "I overheard a few words by accident today, don't worry, I'm the only one who knows, I will help you You keep it a secret."

It was getting dark early in the lower city, and at this time they had arrived at Buixing Town, the sky was so dark that there were shadows on people's faces.

The towering city wall is close in front of you, the stone carved plaque on the city gate is weather-beaten, and the word "buried star" is mottled with old traces, but Long Ying feels open-minded, and the boring scenery before her eyes is much more pleasing to the eye than usual.

It was because Jiang Baizhou suddenly drew closer to him.

He smiled softly: "I trust you very much, Brother Zhou."

Jiang Baizhou was serious and courteous: "I trust you too."

"..."

Jiang Baizhou didn't seem to be able to say anything other than "me too", and Longying laughed again with a "puchi".

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing." Long Ying straightened her face, "1000 years ago, Buixing City was the imperial capital, and it was extremely prosperous, but now it's just a dilapidated old city."

He led Jiang Baizhou to the bottom of the city. At the gate of the city, there was a group of soldiers who were checking the people entering the city one by one. "They are the city guards of the Feiguang Temple and are responsible for collecting taxes."

"What tax?"

"Population tax." Long Ying said, "Xie Yan, the commander of the Huiwu camp, regards money as his life, but the lower city's oil and water are not as much as the above, so he set his abacus on the poor people, scraping every drop counts."

No wonder the old coachman's family wanted to go to town at night.

Jiang Baizhou asked, "Should we also pay taxes?"

"No, they recognize me." Long Ying grabbed Jiang Baizhou and protected him behind her back, "Brother, find a way to cover your face."

Jiang Baizhou was puzzled: "What happened to my face?"

Long Ying coughed lightly, and said tactfully, "We should keep a low profile."

"..."

What is this nonsense?Jiang Baizhou sometimes finds Long Ying really incomprehensible: "Do I look like a monster? Why don't I keep a low profile?"

Long Ying's ears were reddish: "I mean...you are so good-looking, it is inevitable that you will attract attention."

"You're so sweet." Jiang Baizhou didn't care, he took it as a compliment and said, "No matter how beautiful or ugly I am, I can't always cover my face. If anyone wants to see it, let him see it. Why are you nervous?"

Long Ying had nothing to say.

Because Jiang Baizhou was unfamiliar with most things, he was ignorant of most things, but he could see through Long Ying's concerns at a critical moment. He said bluntly, "Don't worry about your identity endangering me. I can come and go freely. It's not difficult for you to protect yourself. Just do your own thing."

"Okay, I was overthinking it."

Long Ying obediently complied, and took Jiang BaiZhou into the city.

The thousand-year-old city fell silent in the twilight, and when the first light came on, the city guards withdrew their troops and returned to their camp.

The spies of the Huiwu Camp received the signal, jumped down the city wall, and returned to report.

At the moment of the unitary hour, in the Huiwu camp.

Grand Commander Xie Yan sat firmly in the military tent, and said to his confidant who bowed his head and half knelt before the case: "You said, the man surnamed Long has entered the city?"

The confidant replied: "Exactly, there is a strange man beside Long Zuoshi. His subordinates are blind and cannot recognize his identity, but he looks like a commoner."

Xie Yan thought for a while and asked, "Where is the news I asked you to check?"

The confidant handed over a letter with both hands: "I have found it, please take a look at it."

With a bit of impatience on his face, Xie Yan opened the envelope.

Few of the high-ranking people in Feiguang Palace were from lower class backgrounds, and neither was Xie Yan.

But although he is not a commoner, he is not noble either.

He claimed to be the son of an aristocratic family, from the Jiao family in Shangcheng District.But in fact, his biological mother was just a concubine raised by Jiao's second son, a prostitute who had no name and status, never entered the gate of Jiao's house, and died of illness within a few years after giving birth.

Xie Yan was brought back to his father's house, but he didn't have the qualifications to recognize his ancestors. He followed his mother's surname, mixed with the servants of Jiao's house, and grew up with difficulty. In the past year, he made some famous tricks before he was recognized by his father's family.

But still failed to recognize the ancestors.

——Because the three great aristocratic families are descendants of the last royal family, although the royal family has collapsed, they refuse to let go of their former glory, and value face and blood more than anything else. How can Xie Yan, the son of a prostitute, deserve the surname Jiao?

And Xie Yan's current situation is just like his embarrassing background.

He is sandwiched between the upper city and the lower city. He can't climb high when he goes up, and he is unwilling to fall down when he goes down.But all his forces are below, even if he is unwilling, he can only be tied to the same boat as the lower city.

The superior also punished him for a crime, told him to be a coward, and tried every means to make trouble for him, for fear that he would betray him.

After the "imperial envoy" sent by the palace master was sent to the underworld last time, this time there is another Long Zuo envoy. How many times have you been stabbed by him?

Xie Yan took a look at the letter with some contempt.

There are two lines of writing on the paper, the first line reads: Long Ying, twenty one year old, a close friend of the palace master, a top scholar in the inner sect, unpredictable in depth.

The second line reads: Suspected to be a subordinate, no relatives and no friends, likes and dislikes are not obvious, greed and likes are not clear, rumors of "addiction", or can be used.

"..."

Xie Yan frowned, a little surprised: "The number one scholar in the inner sect?"

The confidant said: "The subordinates are also deeply surprised. The inner sect is like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. Every four years, a group of dead soldiers enter, and they all enter vertically and exit horizontally. It's like raising Gu. Only one champion comes out in ten years..."

"No wonder he rose so fast, as if appearing out of thin air."

Xie Yan put down the letter paper and stood up solemnly.He wears light armor in the army and can't take it off easily. One is because he is suspicious and prevents assassination, and the other is because he is a half-armored man with strength as strong as an ox. Wearing armor is like wearing single clothes, so he doesn't feel tired.

The so-called half-armored man, as the name suggests, half of the body is human flesh and bones, and half is armor-plated machinery.

Xie Yan's cervical vertebrae and joints of his limbs were pulled out by someone, and those fragile human bones could not be reused. After throwing them away, he was replaced with a set of metal bones, and he was "reborn". warrior.

As a result, his body is "rejuvenated", and only the wrinkles on his face can reveal his true age.

Xie Yan twisted his neck habitually, and the metal cervical spine made two crisp sounds. The confidant who was kneeling in front of him looked up at him with a look of admiration and envy in his eyes. Ban Jia's identity is even more proud.

He sneered, disdainful of Longying: "So what about the number one scholar in the inner sect? It's just a brat, I'm afraid he won't succeed?"

Henchmen even claim to be.

Xie Yan said: "Isn't he addicted? Anshenshui, which is given to the untouchables, is not enough to send Long Zuoshi. You go to my private warehouse, take out the batch of new medicine last month, find a reason, and give it to Zuo My lord, try his attitude first."

"Yes!" The confidant ordered him to exit and closed the door.

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