Red Heart Survey

At this moment, there were many people standing on the roof to see the giant beast, some even stood on the nearby roof, but most of them were outsiders.

Jiang Wang noticed that the locals seem to be used to it, making tea and eating, most of them are doing their own things in an orderly manner.

"ah!"

At this time, he heard a high-pitched chant.

Jiang Wang turned his head and saw a man in Confucian uniform with an ordinary stature and a very high forehead, shaking his head at the giant beast outside the city.

It is often heard that those elegant people must climb every high place, and they must give gifts when they climb high. Thinking about coming to this Confucian monk, seeing this huge beast city, he also came to Yaxing.

Although Jiang Wang was not interested in poetry, he couldn't help being curious when he saw this posture.

He just listened to the man with the high forehead and the Confucian uniform chant in an extremely exaggerated tone: "Today I come to Youguo to open my eyes! This huge turtle is huge!"

After chanting, he turned left and right, probably to welcome the audience's applause and approval. But after looking around, everyone's eyes were retreating, and their faces were full of disgust.

Only Jiang Wangjing, who has experienced wind and frost, will not be moved by this bad poem.

He cleared his cough and walked to Jiang Wang's side without embarrassment: "This uncle is very experienced at first glance, different from ordinary people. Dare I ask if this is the first time I have come to Youguo?"

uncle?

Jiang Wang was stunned for a while before realizing that he was calling himself.

I couldn't help but smiled wryly in my heart. I finally became the same as Du Huhu, did the young man become "old"?

He didn't show it on his face, nor did he make excuses, he just said indifferently: "Yes."

He trekked all the way just to hurry and practice. I don't think of disputes, and I don't want to be in contact with people.

But the tall man seemed unaware of his indifference, instead he said with great interest: "Unexpectedly, uncle's voice is so young! Nothing is old except your hair, you really have a good face!"

Jiang Wang didn't want to answer these words, so he ignored them on purpose, and only set his eyes on the giant beast outside the city. Hope this person retreats in cold weather.

He noticed that a group of officials in the city hurried out of the city holding scrolls.

And the city on the back of the giant beast slowly descended a huge staircase.

Each step can accommodate dozens of people standing.

The lower city officials climbed the ladder, and the ladder automatically retracted, pulling them all to the city on the back of the giant beast.

"There is only one 'upper city' in the entire You Kingdom, which is their capital city. Those princes and ministers all live in the capital city. They are carried by this turtle beast to patrol the whole territory. This turtle beast will never stop. It takes about half a year to cover the entire territory at once. Every time we arrive at a city, officials from the lower city will go up to report on their duties.”

The tall man explained very familiarly next to Jiang Wang: "Look, those turtle sons are all insignificant and cautious. If they rank the worst in Zhucheng, they will be dismissed and eaten!"

Youguo is the third country that Jiang Wang has passed through along the way. Its political ecology and mode of operation are different from any country Jiang Wang has seen, which really opened his eyes.

Jiang Wang noticed that the eyes of some people next to him were not quite right, and thinking that this place is in the mainland of You Country after all, it is really inappropriate to say that their officials are turtle sons. Then he gave the man with the high forehead a wink, signaling him to be more careful when speaking.

Unexpectedly, the high-paying man received the gaze, mistook the warning for encouragement, and became excited all of a sudden: "Uncle, you think so too? The ancestor of Youguo got involved with this turtle beast somehow, and built a turtle on the shell. City. From now on, claiming to be the country of God's blessing. Hahahaha, it's so funny."

He laughed for a while, and found that Jiang Wang didn't follow suit, so he stopped bored.

At this time, he heard an angry voice from behind: "What turtle beast? Our national guardian beast is Baxia! The dragon has nine sons, and Baxia is the sixth! It can bring good luck to the people and make people live longer!"

"What do you want to dominate? The dragon clan is extinct in the world, and return the nine sons of the dragon?" The man with a high forehead and Confucian uniform retorted loudly, speaking with righteousness, and turned around while talking: "The dragons are gone! With whom? It was born..."

His voice became smaller and smaller until he was unheard of.

Because he found that the top of the restaurant was full of people at some point, and most of them glared at him. Take a look at these people's armor-shattered uniforms that are popular in Youguo...

"Oh! Xiaosheng suddenly has an unbearable abdominal pain!" The tall man held his stomach in one hand, showed pain, and walked downstairs with the other hand: "Excuse me, excuse me, goodbye."

The crowd rushed forward, and his screams gradually faded away.

But there was still a group of people who stayed behind and surrounded Jiang Wang.

One of them pointed with a halberd: "They are in the same group!"

Jiang Wang quickly explained: "I don't know that high forehead at all!"

The voice of a man in Confucian uniform came from far away: "How dare you say you don't know me, Xu Xianggan! Ah!"

It was interrupted by another scream.

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth secretly. This talkative boy is bad enough.

He didn't forget to tangle between the beatings, probably to retaliate against Jiang Wang for not reminding him in time.

Watching the crowd get closer and closer, there is a lot of excitement, and there is little room for explanation.

Jiang Wang was standing on the edge of the roof at this time, and fell back down the long street. Sprinting from left to right, he got into the crowd in a few strokes.

"Catch this old guy with white hair!"

Whoosh whoosh.

Several monks in the crowd jumped down one after another, but Jiang Wang had already run away without a trace.

...

Crossing a few long streets, squeezed a few back and forth among the crowd, took a cloak from the stall, and left a silver coin.

When he turned out again, his long hair had been pulled up and his cloak had been put on.

Covering the conspicuous young white hair, Jiang Wang was like a drop of water, mixed into the sea of ​​people.

Little Zhou's movement is his longing for the sun, moon and stars.

But building the Great Zhou requires him to further comprehend the world situation and understand his own heart. Only in this way can there be an essential realm improvement.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but just wanted to feel the breath of the city quietly.

Therefore, not only was he scolded as an old guy who didn't care about chasing and beating him, even that cheap Xu Xianggan, he didn't intend to turn around and look for trouble.

A huge tortoise beast suspected to be the descendant of the hegemony protects the stability of this small country, so there is no need to maintain too many troops, and the monks of You country don't have to work too hard. They are born to enjoy the hard-won peace and tranquility of other countries. It is not wrong to say that it is a country blessed by God.

Feeling the peaceful atmosphere in the city, Jiang Wang thought silently.

Walking through the streets and alleys eating a kind of silk sugar called "Huoshaoyun", feeling the sweetness of the sugar burning between the lips and teeth. He began to understand why An An liked sweets so much.

He started thinking about An An again.

He suddenly heard suppressed sobs behind a high wall.

Jiang Wang didn't want to pay attention to it.

But the voice gradually became erratic, and began to have a certain evil smell——

"Woooooo, my cousin is going to die...I'm so sad...so sad...I curse you...curse you all!"

Jiang Wang pressed the long sword in his hand, and jumped behind the high wall.

This kind of cursing of Wuzhu is quite like a cult.

Jiang Wang has been very sensitive to evil cults and evil gods since the time of Baigudao.

He can't see or hear.

He never wanted something like Fenglin City to happen again!

Thanks to book friend Jinsan Going Time and book friend 20191010034828493 for their rewards! For Du Yehu, Jiang An'an, and Jiang Wang, thank you book friend Yue Lingli for the reward!