As the city lord, Fan Yanxing naturally didn't want Qi Lu to be beautiful. Before the ninth prince left Qingyuan City, he thought about giving him a more presence so that the other party could leave a good impression.

And how to show your presence?

He did not surround Ji Wuli with a dog-skin plaster, but instead took advantage of the opportunity of many disaster victims after this heavy rain to sort out Qingyuan City well and do his best to minimize casualties!

This is the correct way to open the presence!

When the ninth prince saw that he was someone who wanted to do practical things, he would be disgusted if he stayed beside him and flattered.

Therefore, after making up his mind, Fan Yanxing bowed his farewell halfway: "Report to the prince, if the disaster has just passed today, the city is in chaos, and the officials are still full of civil affairs, so I will not go with you."

"Just go and do your business."

Sure enough, Ji Wuli's eyes at him became gentler.

After Fan Yanxing left, Ji Wuli smiled and shook his head and said, "This Fan Yanxing is really too scheming."

"Everyone in the world says that gods and immortals are good, but only fame and fortune cannot be forgotten."

Qi Lu comforted him: "It's already good, it's much better than those practitioners who don't accept discipline."

"You are also a cultivator."

Ji Wuli smiled and said, "I always feel that you are hostile to the group of cultivators."

"Maybe."

"But if you give the cultivator shackles, then you will be trapped?"

"I have no ambitions and will not hurt the common people. Whether it is shackles or rules, for me, there is no difference between having or not."

Lan Xing has an old saying: Heroes use martial arts to violate the ban. In fact, they are talking about those people in the world who seem to be doing chivalrous and righteous acts, but they are the ones who are most jealous of order.

Those who are not obsessed with the law and are willing to be revenge and kill are not all bad people, but do things all depend on their own good. Such people are the cancer of society.

This is also the reason why Qi Lu didn’t like “Water Margin” in his previous life.

How many good people are there in the so-called 100-8 generals? Especially Li Kui and Qi Lu liked his affair when he was a child; when he was a teenager, he lamented that he would not have a good end; when he grew up and went down the mountain, he saw more and thought more and would only hate his indiscriminate killing of innocent people.

What the people want is stability, and they do not need to kill the "heroes" who are red-eyed and even ordinary people are killed under the guise of resistance.

Qi Lu was not targeting all practitioners, but was angry with evil cultivators like Lin Hui, who killed innocent people and sacrificed the souls of living people for help.

Of course, the most important thing is that the other party offended him. Otherwise, Qi Lu would have thought about so many things after only a few days of traveling through time.

Retracting his thoughts, Qi Lu said happily: "This world has always been sick."

And it's very ill.

Ji Wuli was stunned for a moment, then laughed in silence: "You, you, I didn't expect it to be very extreme."

During the chat, they had already arrived at the gate of Qi Mansion.

At this time, all the servants and maids were busy in the Qi Mansion. Three or five ox carts were lined up outside the door, and rice and flour were loaded into the car bag by bag.

The butler Yang Dewang yelled and directed, and kicked the servant's butt from time to time, "It's so cool! The two ladies are still waiting there...Oh!"

Seeing Qi Lu and the others coming back, Yang Dewang hurriedly jogged over, "Young Master, Ninth Prince, you two are back."

As he said that, he turned around and shouted:

"I'm blind or something? Hurry up and prepare meals for you two!"

The old housekeeper is so eye-catching!

"Uncle Yang, stop busy, where is my mother?"

Seeing his sweaty look, Qi Lu couldn't bear to bother him anymore, so he changed the topic and said, "When he came back, he saw that the stalls of each family were all set up. Our family should be ready, right?"

"Oh, it's right! It's right at the south end of the city! This is not that the rice and food I brought are not enough. My wife sent me back and take some more."

"All right, you're busy, I'll go and have a look."

After Qi Lu finished speaking, he said to Ji Wuli: "You should rest in the mansion. The resentment in the city has not dissipated for a long time. I'll go and see if there is anyone who can help."

Ji Wuli patted his shoulder, and his slender fingers seemed to reflect a lustery light in the sun, which made the woman jealous.

"I have nothing to do, so I'll just go with you to have a look."

"That's fine."

With Ji Wuli by his side, Qi Lu's safety index rose sharply. Since the other party wanted to go, he would not refuse.

He greeted the butler and turned toward the south of the city.

Taking advantage of this short time, Qi Lu's soul also recovered a little, and he silently recited the true scriptures along the way to relieve the resentment around him.

Ghosts do not appear as long as people die, and not all ghosts will evolve into ghosts like evil spirits.

Unless you encounter a great blow before death, you will at most leave some resentment in the place where you die.

But don’t underestimate these resentment. If ordinary people are infected with resentment for a long time, they will get seriously ill.

In this era, if you can't afford to get sick and not be able to meet a good doctor, you will undoubtedly be sentenced to death.

His face was a little dark, and Qi Lu's mental exhaustion was severe, but he was still persevering.

When he arrived at the south of the city and met Zhang, his face was covered with sweat.

"Why don't you rest at home in such a bad health?"

After Zhang and the ninth prince greeted Qi Lu, he wiped Qi Lu's cheeks with distress.

"We have Mom here, so you don't need to come forward, just keep your care."

Qi Lu glanced at Huang, who was carrying his son to give him porridge a little far away, and did not answer the question, but just smiled and said, "It's okay, mom."

On the other side, Huang, who threw the work in his hand to the servants, also had free time. He smiled from afar, as if the spring was bright, and pulled Qi Zhe over.

"Qi Huang, I have met the ninth prince."

"The second lady doesn't have to be too polite."

He didn't hit the smiley person. Although he probably understood the woman's routine, Ji Wuli, as a prince, still had this kind of demeanor. He gave him a polite gift and smiled at the young Qi Zhe.

Seeing this, Huang pushed his son forward and blamed him: "Why don't you give the ninth prince a treat? It's so stupid that it's really troublesome."

Seeing that Qi Zhe was like a puppet carrying a string, Huang was dragged to salute. He was obviously a young man, but every move was like an old man. Qi Lu couldn't help but feel a little tired, why bother?

I really can't figure it out.

And while Qi Lu was complaining in his heart, he suddenly burst into an exclamation in the long team.

"The white-haired fairy is a white-haired fairy!"

"There is also the Ninth Prince! I heard that the white-haired god is the subordinate of the Ninth Prince!"

...

Looking in the sound, Zhang followed the fingers and turned back, looking at Qi Lu with a confused look on his face.
Chapter completed!