After spending five or six days in Wantong City, Xiao Zhongting also arrived.
Before setting out from Bailu City, they split into two groups. Gu Fuyou went straight to Wantong City, while Xiao Zhongting went to contact and lobby the various aristocratic towns that were vassals of Bailu City.
Nanzhou is a vast continent, stretching over thousands of miles and with a population of tens of millions. No matter how many members of the Zuo family there are, it is impossible to manage them all, and some aristocratic families must still be kept to work for them.
These small cities and the aristocratic families in each city were restricted by the Zuo family, with limited resources and status. Even if there were talented people, they could not grow well. That was why so many people in Nanzhou entered the Xuanmiao Sect in order to seek guidance.
There are many people among these people who know how to keep a low profile, and the aristocratic families other than the Zuo family in Nanzhou, although small, can also be a considerable force when they gather together.
Gu Fuyou estimated the time and found that Du Pan would soon return to the Thirty-third Heaven.
It was time for them to move their camp and head to the next city.
This day is waiting for Xiao Zhongting.
I saw a few black spots in the sky gradually approaching, and it turned out to be a group of people flying on swords.
Xiao Zhongting was in the lead, riding a golden-haired horse. In addition to his subordinates, he also brought a group of unfamiliar faces with extraordinary appearances. As soon as they landed, a beautiful figure on the edge of the city could not wait to rush forward.
Called: "Dad!"
Gu Fuyou stood on the city wall and looked at everything. She originally wanted to send Xiao Zhi back to Xiaocheng, but when Xiao Zhi heard that her father would come and fight with Gu Fuyou to attack the Zuo family in the future, she asked Gu Fuyou to let her stay.
Gu Fuyou agreed to her.
At this time, father and daughter met again. After not seeing each other for many years, Xiao Zhi still recognized Xiao Zhongting at a glance.
Xiao Zhi ran over and wanted to kneel down in front of Xiao Zhongting.
Xiao Zhongting rolled down from the golden-haired beast, scooped her into his arms and held her tightly.
Xiao Zhi had never cried when she was trapped in the tiger's den. At this moment, she leaned on her father's chest and couldn't help crying: "Dad, I am an unfilial daughter. Forgive me, forgive me..."
Xiao Zhongting's eyes were red: "What nonsense are you talking about, kid?"
Gu Fuyou leaned his hand against his cheek and suddenly felt his forearm wet and cold. It turned out that he was crying. The tears slid down his palm, and he only noticed it when the wind blew.
As soon as she stood up, a figure stood in front of her. He stretched out his sleeve, gently pressed it against her cheek, and wiped away her tears.
Gu Fuyou was so distracted that he didn't even notice when Zhong Michu came. When he saw him suddenly, he turned around and said, "You..." His voice was hoarse as he spoke, and he cleared his throat, "Why are you here?"
Zhong Michu said softly: "It's not like I haven't seen you cry before, why are you hiding?"
Gu Fuyou was not a tearful person before her death, but she often shed tears in front of Zhong Michu. After her death, she never cried, no matter who she was in front of, she never shed a tear.
Sometimes Zhong Michu thought it would be better for her to cry.
Gu Fuyou cried silently, and when she wiped her tears with her hand, there was no trace of her crying. She smiled and said, "The wind and sand blinded me."
Zhong Michu glanced at the tower from the corner of his eye and saw the figures of Xiao Zhongting and his daughter. His eyes flickered and he opened his mouth, but he only said, "Don't stand in the wind."
"Okay. Okay." She took her hand and walked down the tower: "You came to see me?"
Zhong Michu cooperated with her and changed the subject: "You gave Yi'er too many sweets."
That day, Gu Fuyou promised to recast Gengchen for Zhong Michu, and the next day he sent Feng Sui Ersan and others to watch over Yier and let her have sweets.
Recasting Gengchen requires materials. Since it is being recast, it must be of the best quality, and the materials must have unique advantages. When selecting materials, one should think about the rare treasures around us.
If the dragon scales are used to recast Gengchen, a weapon that is the toughest and sharpest in the world can be obtained.
Sugar can help dragons shed their scales. Now Yinhe Xinghan follows Yier every day, just waiting to collect the shed dragon scales.
It would be even better if Yier could get some dragon teeth by changing their teeth.
Gu Fuyou lifted her hand to show her, and said with a smile: "I need materials to recast Gengchen. After much thought, dragon scales are the most suitable. You are an adult now, and it takes thousands of years for a dragon scale to shed one or two pieces. It's not good for me to pluck scales from your body. Yi'er is still young. According to the age of the dragon clan, it is just the age for scales and teeth to change. I am just speeding up the process."
Zhong Michu lowered her eyebrows and smiled: "But it's hard for her."
Gu Fuyou smiled and said, "You are her mother, and you usually spoil her like this. At this time, it will be bitter for her to eat more sweets. If she dares to complain and disobey, I will spank her."
The two of them came down from the tower. Xiao Zhongting and his daughter gradually calmed down, and brought the people they brought to see Gu Fuyou, introducing them one by one.
It turned out that these people were all talented people from the small towns around Bailu City. They were capable, famous, had a wide range of friends, and knew many figures from the aristocratic families in Nanzhou.
By then, with Gu Fuyou's pressure in front and their persuasion behind, the major families in those cities will rise up and follow Qingluan's lead.
The Zuo family has been rampant for thousands of years, and the people of Nanzhou have long been divided.
Everyone was about to leave Wantong City and pass by the city tower.
Gu Fuyou shouted, "Put him down."
A man fell from the city wall and was pinned down by the slaves guarding the city, who were about to take him away.
Xiao Zhongting took a closer look and realized that the man was Zuo Tianlang.
He saw a man hanging on the city wall from the air, but the man was dishevelled and it was hard to connect him with the noble young man. Now after a closer look, he was able to confirm it.
His heart was pounding. He walked closer to take a closer look. He couldn't help laughing and bowed: "This is Mr. Zuo. I'm sorry."
Everyone was surprised and looked closely, and found that it was really Zuo Tianlang.
Zuo Tianlang was touched by these gazes. On the one hand, he was angry and wanted to gouge out these people's eyes, but on the other hand, he was ashamed to have ended up in such a state. The contempt and ridicule in those people's eyes were so clear, like a sharp sword, piercing his heart and making him feel ashamed. He wanted to avoid them, but those gazes followed him like a shadow. He wanted to scold them, but he couldn't say anything. He was now just a prisoner.
Xiao Zhongting asked Gu Fuyou, "Why do you keep him here, sir?"
Gu Fuyou said: "Killing him, he is not afraid of death, wouldn't it be too easy for him, at least he will be in enough pain."
Xiao Zhongting sneered at Zuo Tianlang, looked him up and down, and said, "In that case, could you please hand him over to me for a few days?"
Gu Fuyou glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Don't kill him. I want Zuo Yuezhi to see him one last time and see the scene of the father and son reuniting."
"good."
At noon, everything was ready and a group of people left Wantong City and headed southeast.
Everyone in Yinxuezhai stayed in the city. Soon, the people who originally lived in the city would return to the city one after another after seeing the war subside.
The Thirty-Three Heavens received news from Du Pan that Wantong City was colluding with Qingluan, and everyone in and out of the city was furious.
When Zuo Yuezhi personally led people to Wantong City, he came back empty-handed. There was no Qingluan or Zuo Shaode in the city, only the returning civilians.
Looking at the half-ruined city, Zuo Yuezhi stood with his hands behind his back, his heart shrouded in dark clouds, unable to speak for a long time.
The Great Elder bowed his head and said, "Master, the young master is still in their hands."
Du Pan said: "Master, be cautious in enforcing the law. Qingluan is cunning. I don't know where they are now and what they are planning. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. We must be on guard."
Zuo Yuezhi frowned and asked, "Any news from Bailu City?"
The elder said: "We have sent people to check, I'm afraid..."
Zuo Yuezhi shook his head. He had a bad feeling after hearing what Du Pan said about those slaves being controlled by Qingluan.
He really underestimated Qingluan.
"Is there any news about Qingluan?"
"He went north, and we are still investigating where he went."
Zuo Yuezhi pondered. North? There are many cities in the north, and the scope is too wide. What are Qingluan and Zuo Shaode going to do, to seize other cities? Is there any city that can compare with Bailu City and Wantong City
The Zuo family is still searching for Qingluan. Gu Fuyou has already led a large group of monks to Lucheng.
Lucheng was the largest city in the north of Zuojia. As the army approached, the sky and the earth became dark.
The people in the city didn't understand the situation.
Xiao Zhongting led the group of monks he brought with him and volunteered to be the vanguard to lobby in the small town affiliated to Lucheng.
By then, the news of the destruction of Bailu City had not yet reached them, and they were still able to come and go freely in the cities and meet with the lords of each city.
"Brother, we have been suppressed by the Zuo family for so many years. If it were in other three continents, I'm afraid you would have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage long ago. Why would you have been stuck in the Golden Core stage for hundreds of years and have gray hair? Today, we have the help of a powerful Spirit Master. She has thousands of cultivators and has broken through the two cities of Bailu and Wantong. This is a great opportunity and destiny. The Zuo family has run out of luck. If we don't rebel now, when will we?"
"Brother Zhongting, the Zuo family has accumulated power for a long time and has a rich foundation. What can we achieve by revolting in one or two small cities? For thousands of years, the Zuo family has firmly sat on the throne of the overlord of Nanzhou. Who has ever shaken it? Do you still remember the Xuanmiao Sect and Xiaoyao City back then? They were defeated so quickly and completely. Do you also remember the humiliation of being beaten under the crotch and Sister Yuan committing suicide with a sword? Brother Zhongting, you managed to get through it with great difficulty. Xiaocheng has only started to improve because of you. If you get involved in such things, all the efforts and tolerance of more than a hundred years will be ruined."
Xiao Zhongting threw his hand, turned his back, and said disappointedly: "I didn't expect that you are such a person who only seeks comfort and ease, my dear brother."
He said sadly: "Over the years, the Zuo family told us to go east, but we dared not go west. They told us to die standing, but we could not die sitting. So, you really treat yourself as their slave and wear your bones down!"
"Of course I remember. I remember the humiliation and Yuan'er's death. It is precisely because I remember that I don't want to bow down to the Zuo family for the rest of my life. My dear brother, you must believe that I am not a foolish person, and I am not acting on impulse. If I am not 50% sure of defeating the Zuo family, I will not act rashly. If I am not 100% sure, I will not drag you into it."
"Today there are only one or two small cities, and our help is not great, but tomorrow there will be three or four noble families, and the day after tomorrow there will be five or six clans. A little bit adds up to a lot, and a little bit of sand can make a tower."
Xiao Zhongting raised his head and said, "My dear brother, have you heard that a single spark can start a prairie fire? Even if we unite together, we can completely isolate the Zuo family in Nanzhou."
The city lord blushed at his previous words, but then Xiao Zhongting's words touched his heart, and his blood boiled in his chest, and his whole body was hot: "Brother Zhongting's words hit the nail on the head, and hit the nail on the head. Alas, I have been a subordinate to the Zuo family for many years, and I am afraid of making mistakes. I have become cautious in doing things. Where is the courage I used to have?"
The city lord sighed again: "Brother Zhongting, don't think I'm suspicious, I still have one more question."
Xiao Zhongting nodded and motioned for him to speak.
"This Qingluan is from the Qingluan tribe. After all, they are a different tribe from us. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Qingluan tribe ruled the five continents and we were their subjects. The Qingluan tribe is arrogant and does not take humans seriously. If we serve her as our leader today and Qingluan makes a comeback, what difference will there be between us being under the Zuo family and being under her?"
Xiao Zhongting laughed and said, "That's nothing."
"Brother, if you are afraid of her identity, I will guarantee with my life that nothing like this will happen. This person is so focused on dealing with the Zuo family that I'm afraid he hasn't thought about it that far. If I tell you her true identity, you will have to believe it, but due to the situation, I cannot tell you her identity. Please forgive me, brother."
The city lord nodded, showing his understanding: "Since Brother Zhongting said so, I believe it without a doubt."
Xiao Zhongting said: "If you really don't want the city to be involved in the conflict, you can just not help either side. When the main city sends a signal to ask the subordinate cities to provide support, just pretend you didn't see it."
The city lord shook his head and said solemnly: "No, Brother Zhongting, I am willing to walk side by side with you and accept your orders."
"good!"
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