The atmosphere of the conversation was more fun, mainly because Qin Fan stopped talking and left everything to Luo Xinghun to handle.

Regarding the specific matters of building a chaotic city, everyone present took the initiative to take on part of the workload. As for the future distribution of interests, further disputes are needed.

In short, this meeting was easy and pleasant. Just looking at the inn that did not turn into ruins like Yuelai Inn, you can tell how successful and friendly the negotiation was.

Then everyone began to go back to their own homes, which were temporary homes in Yangyun City. Xu Shun and Huaku Mountain also showed that everyone could move freely in the city, and everything would be easy to say as long as they didn't leave the city.

These two people dared not restrict Qin Fan's actions, but Qin Fan also knew that only by staying in Yangyun City could he stabilize the restless heart of these lords of power.

Well, it is also considered stable by force.

On the return carriage, Luo Xinghun was a little reluctant to speak, but Qin Fan took the initiative to say:

"You can go to Lao Huang if you need it, whether it is the disciple of the original Zhuque Palace, or some villagers who have recently joined Wuyou Villa, as long as you think it is suitable, you can transfer them to help you."

Hearing this sentence, Luo Xinghun seemed to have figured out something. After breathing a long sigh, his expression was no longer so entangled.

"The owner of the manor, some of my old disciples are not suitable for showing up, and there are not many of them who are my peers.

They have no problem with their strength, but they are a little immature in dealing with people."

"So I gave you a second choice."

Luo Xinghun frowned slightly and said, "Master, as far as I know, you are deliberately promoting your name of benevolence, and there seem to be many shameful places in the chaotic city that follows.

I am worried that some of the people transferred will likely change your impression after seeing this scene."

Qin Fan looked at Luo Xinghun seriously and pointed to the street where a small number of pedestrians had appeared outside the window:

“Where is this?”

"Yangyun City?"

Qin Fan shook his head.

“It’s a territorial of chaos.

Do you think there are so-called benevolent people here?"

Luo Xinghun was a little puzzled. He was not only so why, but also specially created a reputation that was prone to collapse.

"In those small villages that seem to be simple in folk customs, there are a few villagers who know martial arts without any blood in their hands. From beginning to end, they do not believe that my kindness is the kindness that the public has done.

In their perception, as long as I can provide shelter and protect their safety, it is kindness, and as long as I give them the opportunity to continue to move towards the path of martial arts, it is virtue.

As for the dark and dirty side, it doesn't matter if they see it. It does not conflict with the kindness I have implemented.

Of course, it is best to choose the helpers you choose who are older and have been on the road of martial arts for years or even decades due to the limitations of your martial arts. They need a chance to show off."

Qin Fan said this and still had a smile on his lips, but now his expression is completely unrelated to the friendly side of the past.

For Luo Xinghun, Qin Fan was even more unfamiliar. He vaguely felt like he was facing the village chief Ah Huang who was full of energy many years ago. It was a kind of absolute confidence that was revealed because everything was in control.

At this moment, he felt that Uncle Wang’s previous statement was completely wrong. Qin Fan and the so-called innocence in front of him were not reliable at all, it was just his self-confession.

"Little Luo, don't be nervous, Gu Tong and Gongsun Xin will help you."

Qin Fan also noticed that Luo Xinghun's condition was not right at this moment, and mistakenly thought that he was worried about building a chaotic city.

Luo Xinghun took a deep breath, nodded, and his complicated gaze crossed the curtains, looked into the distance, and looked in the direction where Taoyuan Village was.

Now I did take the initiative to take the first step as Village Chief Ah Huang and Uncle Wang said, but it was also an unexpected first step.

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Xuanhuang Domain, the center of the imperial city.

A grand mansion stands not far from the palace. It belongs to Yu Cangmiao, the Prime Minister's Mansion, which is below one person and above ten thousand people.

I saw that the entrance was a winding veranda, with stones lying on the steps, which was different from the luxury you saw on the outside, and the scene inside was quite elegant.

The pavilions, towers, small bridges and flowing water along the way are arranged in an orderly manner.

In the center of the vast backyard, there is a sparkling blue lake. A small boat sways in the middle of the lake. From a distance, a man in gorgeous clothes and elegant temperament is fishing quietly.

Using purple bamboo as the rod and silver thread as the thread, the other end of the thread was not tied with a bait used to trick the little fish into the hook, but it was just after the man's right hand shook.

The silver thread drew a graceful arc, like a silver bridge was built on the azure lake surface, and a blurry shadow fell into the fish basket beside the man.

The man put down his fishing rod, looked at the carp struggling to survive in the fish basket, sighed softly, and said to himself:

"It's the fourth time today, you really don't have a memory."

Then he put the carp into the lake again, looking at the cheerful shaking fish tail, a complicated emotion flashed in the man's eyes.

But this change only showed a moment in his eyes, and then his eyes were as bright as a lake with bright light flashing below, calm and calm.

At this moment, a black-clothed guard stood at the shore of the lake, circling his true energy and gathering it in his mouth, and shouting:

"Prime Minister, the Sima Marquis of Six Gates are here to visit, and the disciple of the Lord of the Tianyi Pavilion you invited, Su Changqing, is also here."

Yu Cangmiao nodded. He seemed to be whispering, but his words clearly appeared in the black-clad guard's ears:

"Let them wait for me in the conference hall."

Then Yu Cangmiao reached into the lake with his right hand. Just as his palm was gently tugging, the swaying boat suddenly rushed towards the lake at an extremely fast speed.

Looking at the ripples that were raised, Yu Cangmiao frowned slightly and stroked his left hand casually. The entire lake surface was as flat as before, like a clean and bright mirror.

On the other side, the black-clothed guard was leading the chief constable of the Six Gates, the world's famous Grand Master Realm powerhouse, Xuan Chenghou Sima Kongming, and Su Changqing, who had disappeared for a hundred chapters, walked through the corridor and headed towards the conference hall.

Along the way, Su Changqing was not in the mood to observe the beautiful scenery of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he was trying hard to recall his recent movements.

After returning to Tianyi Pavilion, he passed the basic assessment of Xuan-level doctors and obtained a large number of prescriptions for Xuan-level elixirs, so during this period he was concentrating on preparing medicine for Qin Fan.

Originally, he was planning to find an opportunity to see if he could steal a few earth-level pills or even heaven-level pills, but because he was too focused on the medicine.
Chapter completed!