Chapter 289 The past of Lucheng, the city lord with evil intentions
Fairy Huzhou.
Lucheng.
Snowflakes fall like goose feathers, covered with frost and snow. Occasionally, green smoke rises from the stack, making the cold winter a little warmer.
The areas where ordinary people live are blue bricks and red tiles, ordinary alleys, thatched cottages and old courtyards, railings and tiles, and streets scattered.
There are people wandering around, and there are also street corners cold.
The high-rise city walls have been built and built, and have been solid and have stood for thousands of years, and now they are a vast road.
The rampant monsters are rampant around the world. It is a topic that cannot be avoided by mortals living in Lucheng. Generations of people pass on their memories with their blood and lives.
Calm days.
Twenty years have passed.
Twenty years are almost a delicate time for a generation to transition to the next generation. The 20 years of calm have made Lucheng prosperous, lively, and full of mercy, plot, and material desires.
certainly.
Twenty years have also suffered from uneven pain.
For the old man in Lucheng, he still remembers the invasion of thousands of demons, and is still vivid in his memory. The pain and tragedy he experienced are as if yesterday, some people lost their parents, some people lost their children, and some people lost their close friends.
On that desperate night, a figure once stood on the high wall of Lucheng City, resisting the demon army with one person's strength in exchange for twenty years of peaceful life.
After dawn.
The so-called "Immortals" of the Demon Slaying Alliance and the Haoqi Alliance flew into the air, like a grand fairy fairy family event, and there were more strangers in the city gates and swearing about the Haoqi Alliance, the achievements of the Demon Slaying Alliance, how to kill the demons
Invincible heroic.
Hundreds of the city lord's mansion posted notices to respect the achievements of the Demon Slaying Alliance and the Haoqi Alliance, and to ask the people to erect monuments and present plaques to celebrate the achievements of the immortals.
Under the merit monument that can be seen everywhere in Lucheng, the young people in Lucheng seem to have forgotten the truth.
Time is also the best water of forgetting.
Today, Lucheng, the younger generation of practitioners, yearn for the Haoqi Alliance and the Demon-Slaying Alliance.
But in the dilapidated old alley and a grey old man in the long night, there was an old woman hanging down and a graceful old man talking about the past. On the niche that respects the incense of heaven and earth, there was a god with only his back.
A few months ago.
The city lord's mansion suddenly ordered that all those who had such gods on the niche in the house would be arrested and imprisoned and tortured.
There are also people who worshipped the gods invited by the City Lord’s Mansion to come on stage to worship the heavens, allowing these stubborn guys to wash away their memories and become human again.
In Lucheng, even the niches in his home are afraid to place niches, let alone sacrifices to gods.
but.
An old man with a perverted temperament would rather leave the city and be killed by monsters than take away memories for others.
When the first snow fell into Lucheng.
The rumors of the monsters causing trouble in the city to storm, and everyone is in danger.
Under the high walls of Lucheng, a crazy old man with a frost and dusty face and hunched in a hunched state. He opened his hands to the sky and shouted in a hoarse voice: "The sky is covered, I can't see the light, the guardian of Lucheng
The god has fallen, the demon clan is coming, run, run quickly!"
The crowds passing by were already numb, or they stopped to watch the fun. The naughty children also imitated the old man and began to echo the noise, thinking it was fun.
At this time.
A mansion came on a horse. First, a long whip crackled, knocking the crazy old man down. Then the raised horse hooves trampled on the old man's back ruthlessly, leaving only a pile of dirty blood blown by the wind.
The people watching the fun felt bored and they all dispersed.
Not long after a while.
A beggar boy came to ask for food and cried in front of the old man.
A swaying in an official sedan chair.
The beggar boy seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, knelt down at the bluestone slab, and said sadly and angrily: "Sir, I want to complain. The official from the City Lord's Mansion will kill my grandfather. Please ask the adults to take charge of the grass people!"
The curtain of the sedan chair lifted a corner slightly, and then slowly fell down.
“Solved the problem.”
"yes."
The person who followed him bent down and bowed, very respectful.
Wait for the sedan chair to escape from the pool of blood.
The figure of the bent man gradually became straight and his eyes became sharp. He raised a finger and said to the guard behind him: "Do you know how to do it?"
"clear."
The guard grabbed the beggar boy with one hand and threw it into the cold moat. Once the boy showed up, the guard would press him into the water with his feet.
Repeat this way.
The sedan chair walking on the wide road stopped in front of the majestic side hall of the city lord's mansion.
The man in the sedan chair lifted the curtain and walked out, dusted off the snowflakes from his official uniform, opened his eyes and looked at the peaceful and peaceful streets, twisted his beards and said, "Are you dealing with the matter properly?"
"Yes, Lord Yang."
"That's good, I am the most ashamed of the sufferings of the people."
A sigh appeared on Yang Du's face, which attracted the admiration of the officials and subordinates.
The accompanying official smiled and said, "Next time I go out of the city, I will ask the guards to clean up the streets first. Those annoying guys should not let them live in Lucheng, but should let them die outside the city and become monsters.
The food of the beast can also be regarded as the final role of defending Lucheng."
"Well, you can do these small things. Lucheng has more people over the years. By the way, has the city lord been back?"
The official who came to pick him up looked embarrassed and whispered: "I'm back, but I haven't seen the fourteenth Mr. Yang... Lord Yang, you should not touch the city lord's bad habit... Moreover, the city lord
It's not that easy to see."
"Hey, don't worry, I have gained a lot from this long trip. I got a painting from Qingpingzhou. It is about the appearance of the fourteenth gentleman. I will dedicate it to the city lord. The city lord will definitely be very happy.
.”
Yang Du entered the tall city lord's mansion through the side gate.
The city lord's mansion is deep.
The guards were all elite troops in Lucheng.
The more they walked inside, the guards became cultivators, most of them had the strength of the Soul Condensation Realm, just like a sect.
Yang Du, who was still tall just now, bent down with a flattering slave look on his face, walking along the way, paving the way with money.
After waiting for two hours in the cold courtyard.
The gate of the courtyard finally opened.
Yang Du knelt down and entered the hall, presented the scroll in his hand, and unfolded it bit by bit.
The city lord sitting high on a large chair is not old. He is less than thirty years old. He is dressed very luxuriously, has a arrogant face, and is as handsome as an eagle. The beauties on both sides are sent to their mouths with delicacies, posing in a pose, and trying their best to please.
But the young city lord exuded endless anger.
While presenting a picture, Yang Du said flatteringly: "Master Lord, this picture is absolutely unique in the world!"
When the city lord heard this, he opened his eyes slightly. As the picture slowly unfolded, he suddenly stood up and snatched the painting.
"good."
"good."
"Hahaha!"
The young city lord showed a bit of evil lust in his eyes, and suddenly said, "Yang Du, you did a good job. You passed on the message to me. All the practitioners in Lucheng and wealthy businessmen from aristocratic families will follow me to Wensheng Temple in three days to pay homage to the people in the painting. I will be
If you don’t believe it, she can refuse to meet with me again!”
"yes."
Yang Du was overjoyed and walked out with a word from the city lord. He could get endless benefits from it, and more importantly, he had the opportunity to advance.
"Young master, I advise you that the people in the back mountain of the Holy Academy are respectful and should not be offended easily. The most urgent task is to find ways to strengthen the city defense to resist the invasion of the demon clan. If you make contributions to defending the city, the master will not praise you."
The speaker was a haggard old slave, as if it had emerged from a dark corner, and appeared silently beside the young city lord, with a hunched body, a dark face, a drooping head, and a shoulder drop.
But the dark aura on the old man's body suddenly reduced the temperature of the entire hall, and the maids on both sides turned pale and shivered.