I am eight years old again, and I will never serve as a cauldron for the empress again.

Qizhen Pavilion suddenly became calm after fighting against the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races and the alien species.

For seven days, there was no movement except normal transactions.

It seems to be because of Zhuang Zhou's heroic performance.

All kinds of goods in Qizhen Pavilion are selling like hotcakes. Whether they are common mainland goods or Zhuang Zhou’s enchanted weapons, or the puppets that Zhuang Zhou personally demonstrated and recommended during the last battle, they have all become hot sellers. Once on the shelves they will be cleared.

"This is luck, this is the human heart!"

In just seven days, Qizhen Pavilion's profit exceeded [-] high-grade spiritual stones.

The combined profits of Qizhen Pavilion in the past ten years have not reached this figure.

The human Jindan who delivers goods to Qizhen Pavilion is making a lot of money, and everyone is working harder and harder.

They watched the shiny spirit stone fall into their pockets, as if they saw a happy and beautiful future.

As long as you work hard, life will get sweeter and sweeter.

What others see in their eyes is the prosperity of Qizhen Pavilion.

But what Zhuang Zhou saw was the gathering of luck in Qizhen Pavilion!

Since the end of that battle, a large amount of human luck has gathered around Qizhen Pavilion. At its peak, there were thirty lines!

But as time goes by, the luck gradually dissipates.

Nowadays, there are only about ten lines of luck around this Qizhen Pavilion.

People are still circulating, but people's enthusiasm for buying treasures has dropped a lot and they have become more rational.

"People's support is the source of luck!"

Zhuang Zhou suddenly thought of a sentence in "The Mandate of Heaven".

I couldn’t help but express my deep agreement.

Practice brings true knowledge.

The words imprinted on the book are ultimately not worth doing it yourself.

at this time.

An old man with white beard and hair came.

He was wearing a star Taoist robe, with a clear face and a somewhat immortal look.

"Master Zhuang Zhou!"

"The City Lord's Mansion invites you!"

The old man bowed to Zhuang Zhou and showed a respectful look.

The old man was at the peak of the Golden Core realm, while Zhuang Zhou was only at the peak of the Tongxuan realm.

Whether it is based on age or cultivation.

The old man was not so humble and respectful to Zhuang Zhou.

It's just that Zhuang Zhou is the great hero in the North City. He successfully resisted the attacks of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races and the alien species, and became famous in one battle. He built the reputation of the North City and the confidence of the people in the North City.

Today, Zhuang Zhou's prestige in Beicheng is extremely high!

If this old man is disrespectful, he may be despised by the people of Beicheng, and even affect the prestige of Beicheng City Lord's Mansion in the city.

"Please!"

Zhuang Zhou did not refuse.

What should come will always come.

The city lord's palace ordered that the Guardian Foundation be established in the North City. All third-rate or above families, sects, and merchants must hand over [-]% of their property to serve as the foundation's start-up capital.

This incident has caused an uproar throughout Beicheng.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this matter is ostensibly aimed at the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races and the alien species, and is expressing to the people of Beicheng that the City Lord's Mansion in Beicheng is willing to become the guardian of the people in the city, gathering people's hearts.

But in fact, the city lord of the North City was conducting an obedience test.

Let’s see if the major forces in the northern city obey their orders.

The establishment of the foundation caused an uproar in the entire North City. The top wealthy families such as the Zhu family and the Wang family naturally rejected the request of the city lord's palace.

For them, their own wealth accumulation is extremely heavy. Taking out [-]% of their wealth and putting it into this so-called foundation is no longer as simple as cutting off their flesh!

Later, the city lord of North City, Li Haoran, on behalf of the city lord's palace, personally visited the major forces that were unwilling to join the foundation.

In just one day, the wind direction in the entire northern city suddenly changed.

The top forces, including the Zhu family and the Wang family, all agreed to join the foundation and convert [-]% of their assets into spiritual stones and treasures.

Zhuang Zhou didn't know what kind of means Li Haoran used to make those proud and stingy old rich men spit out the wealth they had worked hard to accumulate for many years.

But Zhuang Zhou knew that Li Haoran was coming soon.

This is the last step Li Haoran takes before starting the decisive battle with the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races and the alien species - to integrate all the forces and resources in the entire North City.

Although Zhuang Zhou is an outsider, he is the biggest variable in the entire northern city.

Li Haoran will naturally not let him go.

I didn't come to my door until today.

This also exceeded Zhuang Zhou's expectation.

"It seems that my so-called hero is really unimportant in the eyes of the City Lord's Mansion!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed at himself in a low voice.

Later, Zhuang Zhou came to the city lord's palace under the leadership of the old man.

The city lord's palace is very simple and simple, which is very different from the magnificence that Zhuang Zhou imagined.

Rough bluestones are piled up into contiguous houses.

The City Lord's Mansion covers an area of ​​approximately twenty acres. There are no pavilions, pavilions, or winding corridors. As far as the eye can see, there are only densely packed narrow houses and solemn fighting arenas.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

In the martial arts arena.

Warriors of different ages practice martial arts in different martial arts arenas.

There was a five- or six-year-old little Douding, who walked with his back down, waved his little fists with a serious look on his face, and made a sound of "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

There were also young soldiers in armor, gathering in a battle formation, filled with murderous intent. A square formation of 50 people spread out, and the strong murderous intent turned into a dragon that suddenly soared into the sky, with a ferocious face, trying to devour all directions!

"There are a total of 200 elite guards in this city lord's mansion, and 150 orphans and adopted sons adopted by the city lord! Even in prosperous times, tragedies often happen. Some children in the northern city have unfortunate families, their parents died early, and there is no one to take care of them. , he was adopted by the city lord on his own initiative and cultivated according to his talent!"

"Some people with outstanding talents and successful cultivation will be regarded as adopted sons by the Lord of the City!"

"Over the years, in order to train his soldiers and raise orphans, the Lord of the City has supplemented his generous salary. Therefore, the City Lord's Mansion in the North City you see is extremely simple and has not even been repaired for many years!"

The old man introduced Li Haoran's good deeds to Zhuang Zhou.

A look of respect and admiration flashed through his turbid yellow eyes from time to time.

This respect and admiration comes from the heart, sincerely!

Zhuang Zhou's heart was as smooth as an old well.

Li Haoran used his own money to raise private soldiers. This was a matter of course and there was nothing wrong with it.

As a person in two lives, Zhuang Zhou is definitely not an eight-year-old child who is easily moved and easily deceived!

Zhuang Zhou would never place his future or hopes on the kindness and kindness of his allies.

He only believed in the cards in his hand and his fists as big as sandbags.

Seeing that Zhuang Zhou was unmoved, he didn't even bother to say a word in agreement.

The old man's face couldn't help but reveal a hint of disappointment and even vague anger.

After a while, the two came to Li Haoran's study.

Li Haoran was born as a martial artist.

But there are many books in the study.

The bookcase made of golden nanmu has volumes of carefully framed scriptures placed on it.

This is in great contrast with the simple character that Li Haoran worked hard to create.

"Zhuang Zhou is here!"

The two walked to the door, and Li Haoran slowly put down the scripture in his hand.

He stood up slowly and walked to the door to greet him.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Chen!"

Li Haoran said politely to the white-haired old man.

"Your Majesty the City Lord, you are polite. This is my responsibility. Since the people have been brought here, I will leave for now!"

Mr. Chen said humbly.

Mr. Chen retreated.

Only Zhuang Zhou and Li Haoran were left in the study.

Li Haoran is very different from the rude and common man Zhuang Zhou imagined.

He is dressed in white.

He is thin and has a pale face. He has a scripture in his hand.

Except for a pair of eyes that are particularly bright, there is no other difference between him and the scholar who is looking for a collection.

Although Li Haoran had martial arts cultivation at the fifth level of the Earthly Evil Realm, Zhuang Zhou could not feel a trace of oppression of Qi and blood around him.

"Little friend, sit down!"

Li Haoran stared at Zhuang Zhou for a moment and made tea for Zhuang Zhou himself.

"Back then, when I was teaching at Beitian College, I personally taught your father the method of researching the solemn bloodline. Time has passed, and in the blink of an eye, his son has grown so old!"

Li Haoran's voice fell.

In Zhuang Zhou's ears, there was no mention of the thunder.

Zhuang Zhou's scalp felt numb.

This Li Haoran is actually his father's teacher about blood?