After Zhao Li and the team transporting the fragrant wood separated, they chose one direction at will.

Although in Wu Zhu's memory, this is already the border town of the Tiangan Kingdom, Zhao Li already knew from Chen Hao and others that the real border city had to go further inside, cross the Fenghuo Ferry and cross the wide sea of ​​clouds between Xidi and Donglan Jingzhou, in order to see the blue-gray city standing at the peak of the sky.

In Chen Hao's words, it has the ability to truly guard the border.

Legend has it that when sunrise, light golden sunlight fell on the city wall. The whole city was like a golden pearl. Even a race that was born to fly could not pass its blue-gray wall.

It is the most outstanding work of the Tiangong clan in the previous era. The king of the Tiangan Kingdom summoned 400,000 civilians to build this big city. When the city was successfully built, the ghosts and gods in the sky were shocked, and thunder flashed in the rolled black clouds, spreading thousands of miles.

The majority of Tiangong's radicals shed tears and broke their pens, and never designed a new city in his life.

When Chen Hao talked about this city, his tone was longing, and Zhao Li just felt outrageous, as if he was listening to a mythical story. However, in order not to leak flaws, he kept nodding with a smile of approval, which made Chen Hao's talkativeness even more intense.

Zhao Li looked at the city and found a building hidden around the corner.

After a stick of incense, Zhao Li walked out and he had already taken off all the golden cups on his body. As for the remaining gems, there was something better off in Wu Zhu's memory. The golden cup was replaced with two golden beads and some "silver corners" and they were all hidden in his arms. When he felt the weight in his arms, Zhao Li felt that his waist was a little harder and he was very excited to walk.

This is the power of small money.

He smacked his lips and sighed.

Even if you change the world and look, you are still so familiar and so likeable.

With money, we should solve the problem that is in front of us.

Although he wanted to go home, he now came to this strange ancient city, and first of all, he had to solve the problem of housing and food. According to Wu Zhu's memory, there were a large number of gang members in the southern city area here, and low shacks were everywhere and cheap, but he did not plan to join in the fun there.

There are too many troubles there.

Moreover, in Wu Zhu's memory, he planned to continue to come back when he left this border town, and left a small room, even the deed was hidden in the bronze box under the 17th turn in the yard, covered with only Jiuli's magic refining technique that could be untie. He also laid out seventy-three poison-tempering silver needles, which was so vague.

Zhao Li agreed with this behavior.

And he expressed his gratitude to the house Wu Zhu Laotie gave.

In addition, we must also solve the problem of the true energy of heavenly power in him.

The elixir Cen Ya gave him could still last for a while. After that, if he couldn't find any spare elixir, he would have to burn his life. By then, before Ji Xin had not trained the Gu Shishi King to become a new generation of firewood kings, he would have to burn Tianquan's true energy into a firewood stick.

And after all this is settled.

He needs to understand the world.

It is still far from enough to rely on fragmented memories alone.

…………………………………

Zhao Li followed Wu Zhu's memory and Zhao Li found a street in this small town well.

Even after fifty years, the various layouts in this city have not changed much. However, the vendors in Wu Zhu's memory have disappeared. The place where they originally laughed and talked was occupied by others. Behind similar shops, they sat or were completely different from those people, or had similar outlines.

Although there is no longer the influence of the emotions in Wu Zhu's memory, Zhao Li still feels a little touched. He saw an old yellow photo and the present of this street fifty years later, and sighed and said to himself:

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year."

He put away his feelings and walked to the front of the penultimate house in the innermost part. This courtyard was obviously much smaller than other houses, and it had been a long time since no one lived there. There was slippery moss in the corner of the wall, and heavy rust on the iron locks. The place where someone had just pried open was slightly better.

Pry it open?

Zhao Li's thoughts were slightly absent. He looked at the chains tied to the door, and recognized them for a while. He went to the corner to listen to the sound. He faintly heard a few frivolous young people and laughed loudly. One of them seemed to be carrying a wine jar. The wine jar hit the table and made a crisp sound. Then he cursed in Tianqian's words with a local accent, and said:

"It's good. Our Qinglong Gang has such a station place, which is much better than Pang Xiucheng's grandsons. Hey, they have to compete with the Beggars Gang for territory. Where can we be so comfortable?"

After a few responsive responses, one of them seemed a little worried and said:

"What if the owner of this place comes back? As soon as he talks to his uncle, he will..."

The first person who spoke indifferently said, "Hey, where is it possible? This house is already our grandfather's generation. If the deed had not been gone and had been swallowed by someone, then the master's family would not have come back for decades, and he might have died."

"I want to come back unless he crawled out of the coffin."

Zhao Li nodded.

Very good, they are a few raspy kids.

Very good, can be done.

He originally planned to smash the door with his hand, but after thinking about it, he took three steps back, jumped up in the air after running, and then kicked the door fiercely. With a loud bang, the two narrow wooden doors smashed directly into the inside, and smoke filled the air.

A few young men who looked sixteen or seventeen years old sat around the stone table under the tree, trembling in fear. The bull head looked at Zhao Li, who literally kicked the door, and was stunned. Zhao Li glanced at him, smiled gently, and said politely:

"Hello, I've crawled out of the coffin."

Lin Yuankai: “…???”

Many years: "…????"

Lin Yuankai was stunned and almost immediately treated the person as his subordinate sent by his old opponent. He sneered, reached out to grab it from under the table, slapped a short iron knife, and made a crisp sound on the stone table.

A fat boy next to him reacted and slammed the wine jar in his hand to the ground with a heavy blow. He shook his fat body, raised his eyebrows and cursed:

"Oh, you're quite a big tone?"

"Where did you come from? Don't have eyes? The one in front of you is the boss on these two streets. Have you ever heard of Qinglong? Where is the person behind you? Just take a picture of a guy like you and get beaten up?"

Zhao Li smacked his lips, listening to the teenagers making noises, pretending to be old Jianghu's tone in a somewhat childish voice, and yawned in a bored manner. Then, when the group of people were calling the most fiercely, they reached out to touch the package wrapped in a cloth strip behind them.

With a clang, he pulled out the knife that had chopped several people and inserted it on the ground.

The yard suddenly became quiet, like a chicken that had stuck its neck.

Lin Yuankai straightened his eyes and was constantly pulling his sword and putting it away, and the fat flesh on the fat man's belly shook. These people swallowed and slowly got up.

Zhao Li didn't raise his eyelids and said, "Put down the knife."

"Why don't learn well at a young age, what kind of gang members can I learn from?"

"Oh, ah, it's done."

Lin Yuankai breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly put down the knife. Several young men walked around and planned to sneak out from Zhao Li. Then he heard from behind and said slowly:

"Fix the door and sweep the floor."

Lin Yuankai almost shouted out subconsciously. You were obviously kicking this door down by yourself, but when you heard a lengthened sound, you felt the sinister gaze behind you, trembled your body, and agreed with a dry smile.

On this day, neighbors and neighbors saw a young man living in the house that had been closed for decades. In the past, Lin Yuankai, a cobbler and a few guys who didn't learn well, all took tools to clean the floor and repair the doors, and even swept the nearby streets, which seemed to have been refreshed.

Zhao Li held a cup of hot tea that had just been brewed, and looked at the busy and hard-working teenagers sighed that studying hard and improving every day is what young people should do. What should I do if I have a middle-class gang? What should I do if I fight and kill the flowers and plants?

He took a sip of tea.

There were big blades that had chopped several people on the table next to it.

On this day, Zhao Li came to Xilu City.

The Qinglong Gang was promoted to the Qinglong Labor Group.
Chapter completed!