Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Qing Yu had no choice but to say:

"Ding Huan was so arrogant that he even wanted Deacon Qiong's Ningxing Bamboo back. I was not convinced, so I told a Shuanghun Sect disciple that Ding Huan had killed Elder Qu. I also happened to be there.

I met him in Yanyue City."

Guanlai said coldly:

"Elder Gu and Elder Liu both know how Elder Qu died. It was because he was poisoned by the poison of swallowing stiff legs.

You, a person who has just cultivated aura, can actually know that Elder Qu was killed by Ding Huan. Ding Huan was just a cook, how could he kill Elder Qu?"

Qingyu quickly said:

"Sister Hui, I'm here to help you. Regardless of whether Ding Huan killed him or not, Ding Huan should be killed for being disrespectful to Elder Qiong."

Guanlai felt a little disappointed:

"Qing Yu, do you know how we survived? It's Ding Huan. If it weren't for Ding Huan, let alone us, Elder Gu and Deacon Qiong wouldn't have survived. In this case, how can you slander Ding Huan?"

Qingyu said disapprovingly:

"Sister Hui, that Ding Huan is just a mortal cook. If he dies, he will die. It doesn't matter."

Guan Nai did not continue to speak. Isn't the Qingyu in front of her an ordinary mortal?

If he hadn't brought her to the Taoist world, she would have died of old age in the mortal world.

Before, she only knew that Qing Yu was very clever and would cause trouble.

Only now did she realize how wrong she was.

At this moment, Guanai was thinking about Qingyu's behavior on the road, and the time when she wanted to abandon her and follow Elder Qu's group.

More importantly, she remembered what Ding Huan said to her before leaving.

'Miss Guan, you have to be careful about the maid next to you. If someone wants to harm you in the future, it will definitely be this ungrateful woman.'

…

Ding Huan, Yan Mei and Lao Liu stopped outside an ancient old city.

After studying and refining the formations for so long, Ding Huan can arrange the first-level formations himself if he has formation flags.

So he saw as soon as he arrived here that there was no protective formation in this old city.

Since there is no protective formation, it means that there are no powerful monks living here.

On the top of the wall of this old city, there are a few words written, West Wind City.

There is an ancient yellow road outside the city, which extends to who knows where. Some vehicles come and go, and the running hooves of animals stir up yellow sand all over the sky.

This reminded Ding Huan of a phrase, the ancient road to the west wind and the thin horse.

"Brother Huan, I think this place is good."

Yan Mei also felt that this place was relatively safe. Although there were many people coming and going, not many people seemed to be a threat to them.

Ding Huan calculated it and found that there was no problem, and the result of the calculation in this place was a little clearer.

This shows that there are very few powerful monks in this place.

"Yes, this place is where we will live in the future."

Ding Huan agreed with Yan Mei's statement and took the lead into Xifeng City. He wanted to find his own way to build a foundation. There was no need to go to the spiritual city. As long as it was quiet, it was best that no one could disturb him.

As soon as we entered the city, we were greeted by a dirty and messy feeling.

The streets were full of garbage and feces, and friction between passers-by seemed to be visible at any time. In a short period of time, Ding Huan saw three fights.

Although no one was killed, he always stopped after seeing blood.

What surprised Ding Huan was that no matter how violent the beating was on the street, it ended spontaneously.

Not a single official came out, and not a single security guard came out. By the way, it seemed that there were no city guards when they entered the city.

"It seems a little chaotic." Yan Mei whispered.

Ding Huan smiled: "If it were a peaceful and clean city, would we dare to live in it?"

Yan Mei thought about it, he and Ding Huan were both in the dark now.

"Brother Huan, I have real karma coins, let's buy a house first."

Yan Mei patted his backpack, thinking that it could finally be of some use.

Ding Huan shook his head: "I'm afraid your true karma coins are worthless here. The transactions here should be all broken crystal stones."

His spiritual thoughts have long since detected that the transactions here are all crystal fragments.

Some of these crystals are broken into pieces that are only a quarter of the size of a fingernail, and can also be used for trading. The ability of the broken crystals here is the same as the broken silver of a certain Chinese dynasty.

"Ah..." Yan Mei looked a little disappointed, and he had no intention of giving it a try.

If Ding Huan said it couldn't be used, then it definitely couldn't be used.

"Are there any houses for sale here?" Ding Huan walked to a house shop.

"Yes, we have all kinds of houses. As long as you are a citizen of the Burning Star Lord Kingdom, you can sell your house." The Yasuo guy was very enthusiastic.

"What if they are not residents of the Burning Star Lord Kingdom?" Ding Huan asked.

The clerk spread his hands and said: "The only option is to rent. I also have houses for rent here, and the price is cheap."

"Then is there any way to become a resident of the Burning Star Lord?" Yan Mei asked on the side.

"I have an introduction here, a Jingyuan Bean." The clerk took out a book and handed it to Ding Huan.

Ding Huan didn't have Jingyuan Bean, and he didn't want to crush his own crystal. If the crystal was crushed, anyone who cared about it would know that it had just been crushed, which would be detrimental to him.

Ding Huan has been cautious for a long time and is very cautious in doing things.

He simply scanned it with his spiritual mind and roughly understood what was going on. Xifeng City is one of the cities of the Burning Star Lord Kingdom, and the Burning Star Lord Kingdom is under the protection of the big sect's Great Star Swordsmanship.

It's said to be asylum. In fact, Ding Huan could guess a thing or two from the words inside. This is just a flattering statement.

In fact, many disciples of Daxing Kendo cannot advance to the next level, and older disciples have nowhere to go after leaving the sect.

They used the name of Daxing Kendo and established some lord states in places where spiritual energy was lacking.

In these lord countries, most of the people who survive are ordinary mortals, monks with low cultivation, old monks, monks who cannot be promoted, and those who cannot join the sect...

To put it simply, the bottom class of society in the Taoist world all live in these lord countries.

The monks who establish a lordship within the control of the Great Star Kendo must be disciples of the Great Star Kendo.

If these disciples make some contributions to the sect, the sect will give them some help. This is what they call protection.

In fact, if something really happens, as long as it doesn't involve Daxing Kendo, basically no strong person will come.

If you want to become a resident of the Burning Star Lord, you must contribute to the Burning Star Lord, or be a public official of the Burning Star Lord.

Seeing this, Ding Huan immediately discovered a loophole. Naturally, he did not accept the introduction, but said:

"I have this book. I want to ask, does it mean that after applying for the city patrol guard position, you can automatically become a resident of the Burning Star Lord Kingdom?"

"Yes, yes, I saw it too. When we entered the city just now, we saw that the city lord's palace was recruiting city guards. We can apply."

Yan Mei immediately understood what Ding Huan was thinking.

Ding Huan did indeed see Xifeng City recruiting patrol guards when he entered the city. Now that he saw the introduction of the Burning Star Lord, he felt that he had caught a loophole.

The clerk chuckled and put away the book:

"My friend must have just arrived, right? Did you know that this city patrol guard is recruited all year round?"

"Is it because the mortality rate is very high?" Ding Huan naturally understood what the man meant.

The guy had a little hey:

"High mortality rate? Let me tell you, no one can survive more than a month after becoming a city patrol guard.

The city lord's palace not only recruits city patrol guards, but also recruits city patrol captains, because the current city patrol guards do not have captains at all. The few remaining city patrol guards dare not come out at all.

When they came out, they basically picked up the bodies on the street."

After saying this, the man looked at Ding Huan with a faint smile: "Do you still dare to apply for the job of city patrol guard?"

Ding Huan finally understood why Xifeng City was in such chaos.

Daqing is now in a state of anarchy, organization and management.

But if these shops can be opened, there must be tacit forces behind them.

"What about the city lord?" Ding Huan asked doubtfully.

The man shook his head and said nothing more.

Ding Huan knew that this guy probably didn't dare to continue talking, so after thanking him, he left with Yan Mei and Lao Liu.

"Brother Huan, do we still want to apply for the city patrol job?" Yan Mei was a little worried about who was not worried about the mortality rate.

"Go, why not go?" Ding Huan said matter-of-factly.

It is absolutely impossible to survive in a place like this without any risk. This is Ding Huan's survival experience.
To be continued...