Deep inside Langxuan City, inside a house.

The building is a temporary building, not high but quite large in scale. It is the place where the heads of the major departments in Xihai usually hold meetings. There is a residence at the back for the current heads of Langxuan City to live.

There are no laws in Langxuan City, and the people come from all over the world. Their backgrounds are either giants like the Hongshan Gang, or princes like the kings. If you want everyone to abide by the rules and obey the regulations when something goes wrong, you must have a prestige.

Someone with absolute high authority should be in charge here, otherwise this gathering would not be possible at all.

It was already dark, and around the clean and tidy house were soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying guns on patrol.

In a courtyard at the back, two lanterns were hung, and a figure stood under the eaves, holding a piece of paper in his hand and examining it carefully.

The figure is quite burly, wearing a black leather armor. He looks like a general, but he is not wearing a helmet. His gray hair is tied up with a hairband, and his eyebrows are upturned as sharp as swords. In the center of the room behind him, there is a

A long-handled Yanyue knife with a unicorn pattern engraved on the blade, giving off a cold color under the light.

The Xihai tribes are too large and sparsely populated, and there are many masters and hermits among them. However, as the clan leader of the Gouchen tribe and the rank of Grand Master, Sima Yue is undoubtedly the contemporary controller of the Xihai tribes.

If it hadn't been for the warning from the Northern Liang court, he might have already begun to form alliances with various tribes, and began to try to reintegrate the Wan tribe and become the new king of the northwest royal court.

Sima Yue is nearly 60 years old. Speaking of his life, it can be said that it has been full of ups and downs - he was born in the Gouchen tribe when he was a child. The Northwest Royal Court was still there at that time. He was the direct grandson of the great Sima of the current dynasty, and his family controlled the Northwest Royal Court.

The main force of the army has a background comparable to that of Wang Chihu in the capital of Wei Dynasty.

For the sake of unity, Sima Yue went to the palace at the age of six to study, read and learn arts with the last King Tianlang, and his master was the old King Tianlang.

In his twenties, the brother he grew up with became the new Tianlang King, and he also wore armor and took command, becoming the Grand Sima of the Northwest Royal Court.

Later, the Northwest Royal Court was destroyed, and Sima Yue also fell into decline for a period of time. However, the foundation of the Gou Chen Tribe was still there, and it regained its footing within a few years. Without King Tianlang, the Gou Chen Tribe regained its position as the strongest tribe in the West Sea.

Position, coupled with Sima Yue's extraordinary ability to reach the Grand Master, his status is even higher than before.

But Sima Yue did not have the prestige that King Tianlang had when he kept his word. After all, he was able to achieve his current status because he needed an obedient person to lead the tribes in the West Sea in Beiliang, so he was not suppressed heavily.

He has won the hearts and minds of all major departments through his ability.

After reading the paper for a while, Sima Yue put it in his sleeve and spoke in front of the door:

"Aaron, come in."

Tap tap tap——

Soon, a man in his thirties quickly walked in from outside the door, walked up to him and said:

"Dad, do you have any orders?"

Sima Yue stood with his hands behind his hands, remained silent for a moment, and then said:

"The son of King Liang will arrive in the next two days, and his residence will be arranged in the area of ​​Porcelain Building. When the time comes, we will move the people patrolling and watching nearby so as not to disturb the distinguished guests."

"Um?"

When Sima Long heard this, he was obviously a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions and nodded:

"I understand. By the way, Dad, it seems that the Dong Ming Ministry is secretly sending people to inquire for clues about Prisoner Dragon Miasma. Prisoner Dragon Miasma was sold to Lu Jieyun and was used to kill the Emperor of Wei. According to rumors, Dong Ming lost his hand.

Why did the Ministry suddenly investigate this?"

Sima Yue frowned slightly, thought for a while and said:

"The Dongming Department has always been interested in this kind of strange poison. Maybe they heard the news about the capital of Wei Dynasty and sent people to investigate. Just don't bother and arrange your own affairs."

"yes……"

…

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As an international trading market, Langxuan City is full of rare objects that are rarely found in other places. Not only are there normal specialties from various places, but there are also many "technological products" researched by Beiliang ghosts, including telescopes and other tools, as well as rainstorm pear blossom needles.

Wait for the Qimen hidden weapon.

I spent a long time shopping around Night Terror Hall, and even saw a ‘sundial’ at one of the stalls.

It is shaped like a small plate that is slightly larger than a copper coin. It is made of brass and is inlaid with extremely transparent crystal stones on both sides. The front is engraved with twelve hours and scales, and a micro-carved golden toad sticks out its tongue and points to the hour of Hai.

, is still rotating slowly; on the back is a compass. There are no splicing gaps or a place to wind the clockwork. The structure is extremely exquisite.

Ye Jingtang stopped in front of the stall, picked up the small sundial and looked at it for a few times, then looked at the sky, his eyes were quite surprised:

"Can this thing keep spinning?"

Sitting in the stall was a middle-aged businessman who looked quite philistine. He was shaking a literary fan from Jiangzhou in the Great Wei Dynasty and said proudly:

"It has a mechanism inside. If you carry it around with you, it won't stop. As long as you don't drop it, it can be used to send you away."

"Who made this thing?"

"This item was developed by Zhongsun Jin, one of the four saints, and made by a disciple of the sect. The name of the craftsman is engraved on it. It is guaranteed to be genuine. Because it is a piece of leisure time play, there are not many pieces in the world. If brothers are interested,

I will give you a personal price of one hundred taels of silver. If there is a problem in the future, you can come to Yanjing Wanbao Building and contact the craftsmen to fix it for free."

"..."

Ye Jingtang held the copper sundial and felt that it was indeed of great use. Although one hundred taels of silver was not a small amount, he still spent the money to buy one.

After Master Xuanji left the stall, he took the small sundial and played with it, joking:

"The material of this thing is not unusual. It can be sold for up to ten taels of silver in Beiliang Capital. You are really rich."

"What's valuable about this thing is not the material, but the concept. I really didn't expect anyone in Beiliang to study this thing."

After Ye Jingtang walked for a while, he asked:

"Zhongsun Jin is one of the Four Sages of Beiliang, and he still does this?"

"Zhongsun Jin is rumored to be a disciple of the Mo family. Not only is his martial arts unfathomable, but his knowledge of organs is unparalleled in the world. When fighting him, I can't think of anything he can pull out. Fan Jiuniang can even make such simple objects. I guess

It's not his old man's handiwork, it's just a random thing done by a disciple of Qianji Sect."

"oh……"

Ye Jingtang nodded. He wanted to take his little baby back, but he found that Xuanji, the real person, took the little sundial into his arms after looking at it for a few times, and said politely:

"Young Master Ye wouldn't mind if you lend me for two days, right?"

Ye Jingtang couldn't put his hands into the arms of Master Xuanji, so naturally he didn't mind and just warned:

"Be careful. If it breaks, take it to Yanjing for repair."

"Know it."

The two of them were wandering around the streets. Although Ye Jingtang kept his noble demeanor and thought he was just accompanying Xuanji, there were too many things to attract men in Langxuan City, especially a bookstall that actually sold Beiliang.

The miscellaneous books there are all brand new editions that I have never read before.

When Ye Jingtang passed by the bookstall, he shook his hands. He didn't know how much perseverance it took to resist the impulse and didn't pick it up and look through it in person.

Fortunately, Master Xuanji knew about Ye Jingtang's little hobby, and at this time, it did not prevent Ye Jingtang from pursuing his own little hobby. He deliberately took Niaoniao to a stall selling bird cages to look at:

"Boss, is there a big cage that can hold it?"

"Chichichichi?!"

…

Ye Jingtang took this opportunity to go to the bookstore and selected a few books that seemed to be well written.

The two of them wandered around like this for nearly half an hour before walking around a small part of Langxuan City, until everyone was hungry.

Seeing that it was late, Ye Jingtang turned back with Master Xuanji and had a hearty meal at the Humpback Meat Stall to satisfy Niaoniao's little wish, and then returned to the headquarters of the Dongming Department.

The central area where the Dongming tribe is located belongs to the territory of a large tribe. There is no small business. There are few people in the market in the middle of the night and the market has closed. There are only a few warriors patrolling around the various tribes' stations.

Ye Jingtang, led by the Dongming tribe members, came to the tent where they were resting. It turned out that Queen Fan really held a grudge and did not treat Master Xuanji as a guest at all. The tent arranged was very gorgeous, but there was only a big bed inside.

Then I made a blanket in the corner and spread it on the floor, which served as the maid's residence.

Master Xuanji entered the tent and saw the carefully prepared layout, and was a little dissatisfied:

"You are a guest after all. How could she let you sleep on the floor? You really don't have any hospitality."

"Um?"

Ye Jingtang originally wanted to explain a few words to Queen Brahma, but he was stunned when he heard these words. He wanted to say something, but it seemed that there was no point in saying anything, so he nodded and said:

"It's okay. I don't choose a place to sleep. It's getting late. Let's take a rest early."

After saying that, he entered the big tent, fetched a candle lantern, and sat down on the floor.

Seeing this, Master Xuanji slowly came to the bed and looked at it:

"The bed is quite big and can accommodate two people without being crowded. Don't you have any ideas?"

The bed made by Ye Jingtang, facing this kind of ridicule, just said casually:

"If Fairy Lu feels the bed is uncomfortable, we can change it and you can make the floor."

Master Xuanji saw that Ye Jingtang was not convinced, so he stopped talking, turned around and walked out again:

"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep with that old lady Fan Qinghe, if you dare to let me make the floor..."

Ye Jingtang suddenly turned around and said, "On someone else's territory, you still have to have people help you. You still have to have a sense of awe. If you let your subordinates hear you fight, Miss Fan will lose face."

"I know what's appropriate."
To be continued...