Lord Sword Immortal will not be defeated

Chapter 76

"Ma Shi, I remember you told me before that you worked in the city lord's mansion."

"Yes, son."

"Then you should have met the city lord?"

Wang Li asked very directly, and Ma Shi couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

He trotted two steps, leveled with Wang Li, and said in a low voice: "My lord, you have seen the city lord before, he is the Daoist Fuliu, but even though he is also the Lord of the White Tiger, he never put down his duties, on the contrary, Anping Mansion has been in peace and prosperity for many years, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. It can be said to be prosperous. Let’s say that the wider and wider canals outside the city and the bigger and bigger ferry crossings are the result of Fuliu Taoist priest ten years ago. Digging a big river, building official roads, and directly connecting the ferry, the prosperity of the entire Anping Mansion depends on this, and the people are all grateful."

Wang Li remained calm, nodded and said, "Since you have such an ability to rule the world, why do you have to be the master of the temple?"

Ma Shi smiled and said: "It is said that Taoist Fuliu was abandoned when he was young and adopted by a Taoist, so he worshiped the Tao in his heart, even after he became a high-ranking official, he did not give up cultivating the Tao."

"I see."

"Although the imperial court does not prohibit this matter, the Taoist chief does not want others to know about it and disturb his cultivation, let alone the people to learn from him, so there are many people in Anping City who know the Taoist Fuliu, but few know that he is the city lord. "

Wang Li hummed and said no more.

During a one-day trip to the west city, Wang Li sprinkled a lot of talismans.

In the evening, the two parted ways and agreed to meet again the next day.

After Ma Shi left, remembering his mother's instructions, he bought some chickens, carried the chattering little ones carefully with a bright smile, and walked quickly towards the house.

Still far away, he heard hoarse wailing.

In an instant, Ma Shi's face changed suddenly, and he threw off his arms and ran, ignoring other things.

The chick in the cage crowed more urgently, as if the urging notes made him anxious.

Looking at the earthen house, I saw a Taoist priest and several servants standing in silent mourning within the simple fence, with a log coffin lying in front of him, and his old mother was lying on the coffin and weeping heartbreakingly.

The blood on Ma Shi's face faded away, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and the chicken coop fell to the ground with a bang, but the little chicken could not call back his soul.

He stepped forward and supported his old lady, but he couldn't help but had to look into the coffin.

The pony's face was very calm, with traces of peace in the cold whiteness, his messy hair all year round was finally combed meticulously, he no longer wore old patched clothes, and the new brocade robe made him look like a nobleman.

Ma Zhi couldn't help being stunned, as if he had been hit by a fixation spell, his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't move, it seemed that even his breathing was restrained, and his pale face soon became red and swollen.

In the next breath, the old woman's sharp and mournful cries woke him up.

Ma Shi supported his limp mother again, tears streaming down his face.

Ma Shi hugged his mother, wanting to speak silently.

"My son!!" The old woman kept crying.

Daoist Fuliu stepped forward and waved lightly, the old woman's crying stopped, she closed her eyes slightly and fell asleep.

"Big Ma, I've been sad for a long time, let's help her in to rest first."

Ma Shi sent his mother back to the house in a daze, covered her with a quilt, tucked in the corners of the quilt, wiped away his tears, and turned back out of the house.

"Daozhang, my younger brother..." Halfway through the speech, the tears couldn't stop again.

Daoist Fuliu sighed: "He was already sick a few days ago, and today he was resting at home. The poor Taoist heard about this and knew that his family was poor, so he wanted to treat him, but he couldn't get away for a while, so he sent someone Come to pick him up. I don't want Pindao to have had a bad illness before seeing him, and when I know that I have arrived...he is powerless to recover." As he spoke, his white eyebrows trembled, and his grief gradually grew.

Ma Shi fell to his knees, feeling powerless.

Covering his face with his hands, he cried regretfully, "He's sick...I should have thought of it earlier, that night...Little Ma, it's brother's fault!!"

the other side.

Wang Li monitors the city.

Thousands of lights in the night market illuminate the green clouds, and there are many people with red sleeves in high-rise buildings.

But tonight, Yunyu Pavilion, which used to have the most luxurious decoration, the most beautiful girl, and the busiest business on this street, suddenly fell silent.

There are no longer lanterns hanging high in front of the door, and the building is completely dark.

It made many fun-seekers unhappy, and made other competitors in the street very happy.

Ling Yueer also came back, she said: "Nothing happened today."

"Listen to the music?"

"Huh?" Kitty frowned, and said unhappily: "No. Didn't you tell me to keep an eye on them? I found that they were in contact with people from the dental shop, and they have already released the news that they will sell Yunyu Pavilion as soon as possible. Others The brothels are so happy, many of them gave gifts to their guests today, and they even discounted the bills.”

Wang Li nodded, brushed the screen away with his hand, and said, "The day after tomorrow at the latest, we will see the result." After that, he sat cross-legged and practiced.

Ling Yueer blew out the lights, turned into a kitten, and jumped into her human-shaped den.

The next day.

At dawn, there was a knock on the door.

The person who came was a boy from a restaurant, and he said that there was someone downstairs who was eager to meet.

Wang Li swept his consciousness, frowned and went downstairs.

As soon as he saw Ma Shi, the other party immediately handed a small cloth bag in front of Wang Li with unconcealed anxiety and guilt, and bowed deeply.

"My lord, something urgent happened at my next house. I'm afraid I won't be able to continue to be your guide. I really don't dare to accept your reward. You should take back the money first, and I will return the rest tomorrow."

Wang Li didn't answer, just looked at the top of his head and asked, "What made you grow so much gray hair overnight?"

Ma Shi smiled wryly, his eyes turned red again, he sniffed, and said: "My lord saw the joke, my younger brother...suddenly fell ill yesterday, and he is gone."

Wang Li frowned again.

"He was not in good health when he was young. He was born with a pure yin horoscope. He has had many ups and downs in recent years. A few days ago, I noticed that his face was a little pale and he talked a lot less. I just thought it was cold and tired, but I didn't want ..." Ma Zhi lowered his head and wiped his tears, and bowed down: "Young master, my mother is old and in poor health. At this time, I have to take care of him at home and arrange for my younger brother's funeral. Please forgive me, young master."

Wang Li paused for a moment, his eyes twinkled with stars.

"Your brother works for you in the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Yes, son."

Wang Li stopped asking, and pushed back the cloth bag he handed out, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are unpredictable, you should use these silver taels for your brother's funeral, and then take good care of the old mother at home. We travel a lot these days. This place is barely familiar."

"Son..."

"Don't say too much, go, sorry!"

Ma Shi's emotion was beyond words, and after thanking him again and again, the young man walked away with a bent body.

Wang Li watched quietly, and when his figure disappeared, he turned his eyes to the city lord's mansion in the distance, and his pupils burst out with sword light.

Soon, cats and dogs ran down the stairs, Wang Li suppressed the surge in his heart, and calmly walked towards the wharf area outside the city that he had never set foot in before.

Anping Ferry.

Walking up to this point, looking at the boats coming and going, the bustling business travelers, Wang Li realized something again.

In a word: the guest dies in a foreign land.

Ma Shi once said that ten years ago, Anping Fucheng built canals, built ferries, connected official roads, and entered the city directly.

This is a very reasonable and later proved to be very wise policy.

But is the starting point of this good thing really for the sake of the people?
Many people were born because of it, but how many people died because of it?

Flowing waves are shining, and thousands of sails are competing.

Wang Li is isolated on the shore, his hair is fluttering, and while the breeze on the riverside brings the hustle and bustle of the ferry, it also seems to blow the scattered souls that have been silent here for many years and can't even cry out their grievances.

The sky is getting darker, the cool wind suddenly blows, and after a while, soft snowflakes fall, and before people can recover, they turn into heavy snow again.

The snow in winter is not surprising at all, but people who watch it have different moods and naturally have different meanings.

Wang Li brushed off the flying snow on his shoulders, turned around, and went straight to the City Lord's Mansion.

　The next chapter is on.Don't everyone like to fight regardless of recklessness?It probably won't look too good that way, or it's easy to look aesthetically tired.I’m not convinced that I’m short, my little Pujie hasn’t been put on the shelves yet, and if there are too many more, I’ll be turned into a V at that time, which will have a greater impact, and this story is only ten chapters so far, which is still If you count water, there are many things that cannot be written.So, I hope everyone will forgive me!

　　
　
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