Dongluo Realm is under the jurisdiction of Shuiyun Immortal Realm. There are 367 cities built in it and billions of people.
Unlike the Small World of China, which only has six major forces headed by Kunlun, there are thirteen sects in the Dongluo Realm, corresponding to thirteen ancient aristocratic families with profound foundations.
Qugu Chen family, Longshuang Li family, Guangyuan Sun family, Yingjiang Zhao family, Pingzhang Song family, Wanyang Zeng family, Gaoyan Xu family, Linghai Wu family, Nanpei Fujia, Dingsheng Luo family, Zongyu
Huang family, Qinghe Lu family.
As well as the "Hong'an Wei Family" where the old patriarch failed to retreat to the True Immortal Realm three months ago and finally died under the thunder and disaster of heaven's punishment.
At this moment, in the "Hong'an City" eight million miles away, in an abandoned courtyard covering an area of about 60 square meters, a man and a woman were talking.
The man is an old man with gray hair and a thin build. He wears a long brown cotton coat and nods his head from time to time.
Respectful but doubtful, wanting to speak but stopping.
Opposite him, stood a cute girl with a round face and green clothes, chattering endlessly.
"Uncle Rong, I don't have time to waste time here. Madam is still waiting for me to go back and deliver something."
"Well, you just need to remember one thing. The man in the room was rescued by the second lady. He was specially arranged here. He doesn't want more people to know about it."
"Your task is to take good care of him until the day he recovers from his injuries."
"By the way, I will order someone to deliver three meals a day."
After saying that, the maid-like girl turned around and hurried out of the courtyard.
The old man's expression changed slightly, and he trotted forward to catch up: "Lu'er, please be more careful."
"For example, does Madam know about this?"
"Where did you pick that man up?"
"Lv'er..."
Involuntarily raising his voice, he slapped his thigh and said with a sad face: "The Wei family is different from the past. The patriarch said that any stranger who steps into the Wei family's mansion must find out the details."
"The clan rules come first, and those who knowingly violate them will not be spared."
"Hey, you're going to break my old bones in advance."
With a wry smile, Uncle Rong, who was the deputy manager of the outer courtyard, was extremely troubled. He couldn't help but look pleading and said: "Girl, for the sake of my special care for you, can you tell me the truth?"
"As long as that boy is not suspected of being a spy, I will help you take care of him and keep him alive and well."
Lu'er paused and thought thoughtfully before replying: "The wine lady next to Madam has seen it herself. I guess it's not a young person sent by other families."
"As for why the second lady wanted to save him..."
"Well, I don't know about this either. I just heard Granny Jiu mention it accidentally and said that the clothes he was wearing were very valuable and he didn't look like a disciple from a small family."
"Saving his life is a casual thing, and it may bring unexpected benefits to the Wei family in the future."
Uncle Rong stretched his neck and said doubtfully, "Seriously?"
Lu'er curled her lips and said, "Anyway, that's all I know and hear."
"Humph, believe it or not."
After she finished speaking, she quickly walked out of the courtyard and walked farther and farther along the path paved with bluestone bricks.
Uncle Rong's frown slowly relaxed, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath.
He has been a slave in the Wei family for half his life. He is not afraid of serving others, but he is afraid that the people he serves have evil intentions and will indirectly bring disaster to his life.
He finally managed to reach the position of deputy manager of the outer department based on his seniority, but he didn't want to implicate himself because of some unimportant outsiders.
"Boy, you'd better not be a spy sent by other clans to my Wei family to inquire about news, otherwise..."
With murderous intent in his eyes, this seemingly decrepit old man suddenly displayed the eighth level of martial arts.
Then, looking at the dead weeds half a man tall in the yard, he expressionlessly picked up an old hatchet from the corner of the yard wall and started chopping.
It wasn't until it was getting dark and a painful cough could be heard from the long-unoccupied and musty room that he put down his work and walked slowly in.
"you're awake?"
Bowing to ask, with a hint of scrutiny, Uncle Rong took out a fire stick from his sleeve and lit the oil lamp that Lu'er had prepared in advance. Then he looked at the young man on the simple wooden bed from head to toe and said, "Is there anything I can think of?"
What is your last name? Where do you come from and where are you going?"
