After almost a month of sailing, Bai Lang finally saw Jicheng, the capital of Dayan. "Sure enough, with the world of martial arts and land gods, this city can be built like a wonder." Bai Lang sighed.
What appeared in front of him were cyan lines that almost filled his sight. The passenger ship Bailang was on was floating on the Huaijiang River, which was more than six miles wide. And on such a wide river, there was actually a city wall. Yes, where the three rivers converged
There are city walls on all three rivers in the capital.
There are five huge water gates on the Huaijiang City Wall, one large and four small. The torrential river water flows through the water gates. The six-foot-high city wall and the city wall on the land are connected to form a mountain-like scene - this
It is Jicheng, the center of Dayan’s vast territory.
Of course, foreign ships should not expect to be able to enter the Shuicheng Gate at will. These are the rules - unless there is an edict permitting them. Therefore, outside the Water Gate of Sanjiang, there are endless docks. Therefore, in the tall and majestic water gate,
Outside the city wall, there is a market place that stretches for dozens of miles.
This city outside the city does not have decent city walls, and it is not like there are horizontal and vertical avenues in the city. This city outside the city just built roads with prescribed widths in accordance with Dayan's laws and then grew spontaneously and wildly.
....It also caused headaches for the magistrates of the three neighboring counties outside Dayan City.
Jicheng in Dayan is one prefecture and six counties, with millions of residents. No one knows how many people there are. This is the most prosperous place in Dayan, and it is also a place where fish and dragons are mixed. There are the strongest masters in Dayan, and there are also some
The largest, strongest and worst gang in Dayan... Everyone is here to make a fortune and take advantage of others. Of course, half of the police officers in Dayan are also here - all kinds of murders and other cases that happened here in a year
That’s half of Dayan’s...
Bailang got off the boat at the pier. The boss of the boat made a lot of money from this trip. If he is lucky on his return trip soon, he can continue to earn a lot of money. If he makes three trips a year, he can make a lot of money in two or three years.
The boat earned its money back. Bai Lang waved goodbye to the boss of the boat politely, regardless of the fact that the guy was so frightened that he almost knelt down.
The young congenital master is restrained and is walking in the bustling dock - here is a dock with bluestone paving, which can be regarded as a dock for rich people. Next door, there is a dock for ordinary people with gravel paving and even muddy boat people.
Pier and slums. Both sides of Pier Avenue are lined with inns and warehouses, the North and South Department Stores and brothels, and behind the street houses are numerous residential buildings - there are probably at least hundreds of thousands of people in this place.
This place is making money every day, and it is undoubtedly the focus of competition among various gangs. There are dozens of docks in the three rivers of Jicheng, among which there are so many gangs trying to make a living. There are fights every day, and corpses are thrown into the water every day.
For example, Bailang was walking on the road now and felt a little hungry, so he turned to a wonton stall in an alley to prepare for a bowl of small wontons.
And it was such a move that allowed him to enjoy a good show up close.
"Boss, put more lard, yes, yes, put more green onions! I'll reward you if you don't do anything! I won't lose your job." Bai Lang sat on the bench very naturally and told the boss to serve the wontons quickly.
With such a big man sitting here eating, several guests ran away without making a sound.
Before the wontons came, Bai Lang saw a few people walking on the road a few steps away - they were a bit special. Bai Lang could tell by looking at their temperament that they were from the gang. These people were all young men, and their martial arts were pretty good.
, his eyes were shining with divine light, his temples were slightly bulging, and his hands and feet were all thick-jointed.
Bai Lang also praised, "Martial arts are not bad." These young men are all warriors who have at least got through Xiao Zhoutian, and they can also be called "martial arts people". Bai Lang seems to be not very far away from trying to break through the innate
Far from it, his martial arts skills are still superior to those of Bai Shaobao back then.
This is normal. This is Jicheng, the capital of the Yan Kingdom, where all the young martial arts heroes want to make a name for themselves. Everyone wants to go to the capital and spend a lot of money on their clothes and horses.
These people were walking struttingly on the street, while the people around them subconsciously avoided the side they were walking in. "Beggars, hawkers, flower girls, if you look closely, there are really not many people doing business on the street.
Young man, old people, children, men and women, this is indeed a prosperous place." Bailang's wontons had already been served. He looked at the bustling crowd outside and sighed casually.
These people were talking and laughing as they walked, and at the same time they looked left and right at the people doing business on the street. Just when they came to the alley near Bailang, something happened.
The flowers flew out of the flower basket carried by the flower girl, and the petals turned into weapons reflecting the metallic luster, spinning and flying towards these people. The vendor also waved his pole and poured the goods carried on both ends towards them.
These people then stabbed them directly with the carrying pole like a spear.
The old man exhaled and swung out his palms in succession, while the child rolled on the spot, the dagger emitting blue light rising from bottom to top, not three inches away from these people.
Bailang looked at this situation, but he didn't stop scooping up the wontons in his hand. He just paused when he was about to put it in his mouth. "What a good show, assassination in the street? So is the daily life of Jicheng so exciting?"
Boss." When Bai Lang said this, the young men had already reacted and began to use their own martial arts to fight back.
Someone exhaled like thunder and blew away the metallic petals. Someone pulled out the soft sword from his waist and stabbed dozens of swords in the blink of an eye, knocking away the spilled goods and blocking the stab.
Others also rolled on the ground, spinning like a top, but the edge was like a knife wheel.
But the people walking on the road seemed to be well-trained, and they all shrank down and ran away, very skillfully avoiding the center of the conflict and assassination. Even the guy who unfortunately happened to be involved also shrank his body and made a continuous lazy ass.
I rolled around and tried to pull myself out of this ghostly environment.
But within a few breaths, the scene changed again. The few people who were rolling around outside suddenly raised their hands and sprayed out a heavy amount of hidden weapons, white smoke, and even some strange insects. Those few people
The beggar, flower girl, etc. who started to assassinate were directly hit by this sudden attack and fell to the ground.
Those few people did not fight against the besieged young people, and they seemed to be in a group. Bailang still did not put the wontons into his mouth, and his nose moved slightly, "Boss, I always feel that you
There seems to be something in this wonton..."
The owner of the wonton stall is a middle-aged man, not tall and with an ordinary face. "The customers are joking, I have been running a stall here for 20 years, how can anyone tell me what to put in my wontons? Isn't it just meat fillings?"
This chapter has been completed!