[Through the book] The host always wants to hate the system

To the west of Qinzhou Prefecture, there is a city called Fengming. This Fengming city suffered from natural disasters many years ago, and the barren land was difficult to cultivate, and because of the remote terrain, there were few people. The younger generation left the city early to find their own way out. These octogenarians guard their homeland.

"Master, go further west and you will arrive at Fengming City."

The middle-aged man grinned his yellow teeth and pointed to the distant stone tablet. An old man leaned against the side of the monument. The old man stroked his gray and messy beard with a cigarette in his hand, and only looked at the people coming from a distance. But in a blink of an eye, no one was seen.

The guide looked around for a moment, then said, "Master, we're here."

The young man took out the money bag and took out two gold leaves and gave it to the guide, who accepted the money with a smile and said: "Since I have received the money, I will also give you a piece of advice. You must never tell lies in Fengming City."

"Thank you, Huaiyu, for your kindness."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and whispered to the people in the carriage behind him, "My lord, we're here."

The guide took the money just like the old man, and disappeared in an instant, Huaiyu looked at the movement sideways, and then said to the people in the carriage: "My lord, the people here are better than the subordinates."

Li Qi opened his eyes, with a look of indifference in his eyes, he just waved his hand and said: "The people in Fengyu Pavilion are naturally extraordinary, let's go in first."

Stepping into the city more than a hundred years ago, Huaiyu's peripheral vision fell on the big gilded characters on the stone tablet, in which it was written: "Fengming City."

The destination of a hundred steps into the city is not a barren land.

"Three years ago, this Fengming City was still an empty city." The yelling of street vendors gave Huaiyu the illusion that he had gone the wrong way. Majesty..."

"Huaiyu," Li Qi stopped him coldly, "You talk too much."

Fengming City was originally just a deserted city, but it is now bustling because of the existence of Fengyu Pavilion. It is rumored that Fengyu Pavilion is a mysterious killer organization, and some say it is an intelligence organization, but the reports from local officials only say that it is an ordinary flower building.

Li Qi's visit this time is just to confirm a matter in his heart.

Huaiyu saw that although he didn't show any expression, he could see his urgency from his quickening pace, he slightly shook his head and sighed, "What if Mr. Yan is not here?"

That person said goodbye to the moat of Qinzhou Mansion three years ago, and said that he would never see Li Qi Jianghu Luyuan again, so in the past three years, he really didn't find out any news.

Li Qi looked sideways, and there seemed to be a cold pool in his eyes. Huaiyu was startled to realize that he had said something wrong, and after a cold war, he couldn't put a stitch on his mouth, so he thought, "Let you talk more".

"This king is here only to investigate the destruction of the Wan family."

Looking past the fashionable gadgets along the way, the girls' admiring gazes were as cold as frost, Huaiyu secretly slandered behind her, and they arrived at their destination - Fengyu Pavilion in a short time.

The old man next to the stele just now leaned against the stone lion in front of the door, lit his cigarette stick on the ground and shook out ashes, and his hoarse voice was a bit harsh: "We don't see any visitors in Fengyu Pavilion today."

Huaiyu knew that the old man's internal strength should not be underestimated, so he cupped his hands respectfully and said: "Old man, my master needs something important from the pavilion master today, so I hope the old man can help me."

"The little old man said that the pavilion master will not see any guests today."

The old man didn't seem to have the patience to deal with the two of them, he weighed the cigarette pouch in his hand: "You two distinguished guests, please come back tomorrow."

After finishing his speech, he immediately disappeared.

Huaiyu raised her head, and she could see the hexagonal and eight-storey Wind and Rain Pavilion in front of her eyes. The sixth floor was decorated with white marble railings, and a figure could be seen behind the small carved windows inside the railings.

"My lord, the person you were waiting for is here," the old man just now said respectfully to the man in black by the window.

"Let him wait."

The man took a sip of tea, the smile on his lips was just right.