The ancient city wall stands quietly on the ground, and the iron-blue city gate seems to be silently telling a life experience.
The evening sun, accompanied by the crimson color of sunset, shines on the city from the horizon, shrouding the entire city in a hazy color.
Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon!
Xu Zimo walked into Bajian City. The prosperity and spaciousness of this city were comparable to the Hunyuan Ancient City that Xu Zimo had visited before.
People were coming and going on the street, and almost everyone had a sword hanging on their body.
The location where the Jiang family used to be has now become a city.
This is also the largest city in Bajian City.
Normally, the residents of Bajian City buy and sell items here, and even barter for things.
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Xu Zimo inquired about the location of Fangshi and wanted to visit this area.
Keep walking along the main street, and after a few hundred meters, a gate appears not far ahead.
The gate is more than three meters high and the building is bright red.
Xu Zimo walked through the door and entered the city, only to find that the situation here was more prosperous than he imagined.
There are various shops on both sides. These shops basically sell items, and there are few restaurants.
Moreover, on both sides of the wide road, there were many people sitting next to each other and setting up stalls on the ground.
"Sir, please take a look as you pass by.
The sword of the direct disciple of Tianyi Sword Sect is on sale at a low price!"
As Xu Zimo walked along, the sounds of various vendors were heard on both sides of the road.
People were coming and going shopping on the street, and it was a prosperous scene.
He walked around Fangshi until it was almost dark, and then he left Fangshi and found a restaurant.
Nothing was found after this round, which is a bit like finding a needle in a haystack.
Xu Zimo had dinner and left the restaurant at midnight.
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Xu Laosan is a beggar and has been begging in Bajian City for nearly ten years.
I usually survive by picking up other people's leftovers.
He is already very old, and he took in a little beggar a few years ago.
He is raised as his own son, perhaps because he is getting older and feels that it is good to have someone to accompany him in his later years.
The weather in summer is hot, and the little beggar has become seriously ill recently.
Seeing that he was dying, he had been ill for a long time.
But he had no money to take the little beggar to see a doctor, so he could only watch the little beggar getting weaker day by day.
In the evening, the summer heat subsided a little, and a breeze began to blow through the space.
He leaned against the innermost wall of the alley in the slum area of Bajian City and fed the water from the broken bowl into the little beggar's mouth bit by bit.
I hope that the other party can be lucky and get through this.
At this moment, I heard footsteps coming from not far away.
The old beggar quickly looked outside the alley, which was where the beggar rested.
It's dirty and smelly, so others usually stay away from it, and few people come here.
He looked outside the alley and saw a young man in purple robe slowly walking over.
The young man carried a machete on his back, and his eyes were domineering and deep. It was difficult for him to describe the aura of the young man.
Perhaps he was deeply impressed by the young man in front of all the dignitaries he had seen in his life.
"Are you okay?" the old beggar asked cautiously.
"Help me spread a message in the city. This spiritual crystal is yours," the purple-robed young man said calmly.
As the words fell, a transparent spiritual crystal was thrown over.
The old beggar was still in a daze looking at the spiritual crystal in his hand, and then he reacted instantly.
He began to kowtow and pray: "Sir, you want me to spread any news.
I don’t want spiritual crystals, I just ask you to save him.”
The old beggar pointed to the dying little beggar next to him and begged the young man.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly and glanced at the little beggar.
The life breath of the tree of life surged in his hand. With a wave of his right hand, he saw the green life breath pouring into the little beggar's body.
"Old Xutou, am I going to die?" the little beggar slowly opened his eyes and said confusedly.
"Boy, what are you talking about that is unlucky?
You can't die, we have met a noble man, a great noble man," the old beggar laughed, obviously in a good mood.
That night, Xu Zimo visited all the places where beggars gathered in Bajian City.
Then when it got slightly brighter, he returned to the restaurant and stayed behind closed doors.
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The sleeping Bajian City was like a ferocious beast, roaring silently.
The sky is dawning, the purple air is rising in the east, and the rising sun is shining high.
The streets are already overcrowded, and people from all walks of life are repeating their old lives.
It seems that nothing has changed, but on this day in Bajian City, there are suddenly some more comments.
"Old Zhang, do you still remember the Jiang family back then?"
"Of course I remember. At that time, when the Jiang family ruled our sword domain, the country and the people were peaceful and prosperous.
Now that the Jiang family has disappeared, and the fight between these three major forces continues, I really miss the old life!"
"Then do you know that it seems that descendants of the Jiang family have appeared in our Bajian City.
It is said that he also received the inheritance of the Sword Immortal."
"No way, is it true or false?"
"I don't know either. Anyway, the news is spreading throughout the city, but you don't know yet.
It is said that he lives in Fulai Restaurant and came back this time to pay homage to his ancestors."
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People were dubious, but this statement spread throughout the city in a short period of time.
And it has become more and more intense, and has even radiated to other cities in the Sword Region.
People are really impressed by the Jiang family.
It is no exaggeration to say that the existence of Sword Domain is due to the Jiang family.
Their sudden disappearance that year also became the biggest doubt in many people's minds.
The Shenjian Sect is located in the north of Bajian City, and their sect is built on the nearby Shenjian Mountain.
The Divine Sword Sect in Domination Sword City is just a branch.
At this moment, in the inner hall of the Divine Sword Sect, an old man wearing gray-white robes was sitting on a chair, his brows furrowed.
He seems to be thinking about something.
At this moment, a disciple walked in and said respectfully.
"Mr. Jian, the sound transmission wall has responded."
"I understand," the old man named Jian Lao quickly stood up and walked quickly towards the sound transmission wall.
He is the person in charge of the Shenjian Sect branch in Bajian City, and this sound transmission wall is the formation that contacts the sect.
He reported the news to the sect as soon as the rumors about the descendants of the Jiang family surfaced.
When he came to the sound transmission wall, he saw only three words written on the wall with surging spiritual energy.
"Kill without mercy!"
He raised his head slightly, looked at the sky outside the window, and finally walked out of the room with spiritual energy surging around him.
