Chapter Thirty-Four: Yangzhou City

  Yangzhou.

  One of the nine divine states of Tianxing City, the legend of the nine states has always been centered on Yangzhou, and the center of Yangzhou, Yangzhou City, is also the second largest city in the entire Tianxing City.

  There are too many legends here, and these legends are all beautiful. Unlike other places that make people's blood boil, it is a gentle force that has been passed down in the tradition of poetry.

  Moreover, Yangzhou City does not have the city walls as imagined, but instead has small bridges and flowing water, with a narrow ancient river called Qinhuai River running through the entire city.

  The wooden oars move gently, the boatwoman sings a song, and a faint mist rises from the water's surface. The exquisite ancient houses stand in rows, creating a beautiful atmosphere.

  As the saying goes: "The flowers bloom for three months in Yangzhou," even though winter has already arrived, it still can't hide the beauty of this city.

  Ziwei and a few others descended upon Yangzhou City, but the one who most wanted to take a look at Yangzhou was none other than Ziwei himself. Because his past life had grown up in the most beautiful Yangzhou City.

  Everything that enters the eyes, although fundamentally incomparable to past lives, is yet so similar. It's a kind of long-lost impulse, a spiritual comfort that brings immense satisfaction to Zǐwēi's body and mind.

  Ziwei let out a loud whoop of excitement, because he was so happy, but his eyes were brimming with tears.

  Others didn't know what he was thinking, they walked on the main street and scared everyone, even Zhu Yongfeng and Fei Yan beside him were frightened and at a loss.

  Everyone thought these three people were crazy, a group of unadulterated lunatics. All the words were so different from others, but Ziwei wouldn't care about such rumors.

  At that time, Zi Wei was still young and impressionable, so Zi Feng educated him: A gentleman is not concerned with the rumors and gossip of petty people, but rather truly cares about the hearts of the people. These trivial matters on the streets are nothing compared to reason and wisdom. Zi Wei would never bother with them, nor did he have the mind to care about such things.

  Ziwei is very happy now and doesn't rush on the road. In the most beautiful Yangzhou city, she strolled for a week, savoring a different Yangzhou.

  Gently rocking the boat paddle, pipa playing and singing, quietly fragrant light floating, floating into people's hearts, stirring up ripples in people's minds.

  In front of her, a huge building, Yangzhou Mansion, appeared before Ziwie's eyes. Her eyebrows rose as she remembered that her imperial grandfather had given her a task.

  That is the provincial official's yamen, it is the largest government agency under Tianxing Palace in Tianxing City.

  That is the state-level administrative officials who come into contact with these places, because they are the foundation of this great empire of Tianxing City, and also his future direct subordinates.

  Ziwei and Feiyan, along with Zhu Yongfeng, explained their intentions and then arrived at a teahouse next to the yamen, where they found a private room and sat down. Ziwei's hand shone with a purple light, and a Yang character in her hand flickered lightly before being crushed by her in an instant. It transformed into tiny rays of light that flew towards the Yangzhou Prefecture.

  The Yang family of Yangzhou Prefecture has ruled for 10,000 years. In these 10,000 years, due to their loyalty, the Yang family has been in power in every state of the nine states. It is a great surname, but it is the accumulation of 10,000 years. The Yang family has become very powerful, yet they still dare only to be called vassals.

  Ziwei thought of this and laughed, 1 billion years, what a distant and long number. How many things can be done in these 1 billion years? Who knows, not even the Zi family can control their thoughts.

  While drinking tea, a knock at the door sounds. "Come in."

  A dignified old man walked in, followed by two attendants. He scanned the room with his eyes and walked straight to Ziwie, kneeling on one knee: Yangzhou Prefecture Master - Yang Cheng pays respects to Young Master.

  Zi Wei hastily got up and helped Yang Chengdao: "Yang is an old minister of our Tianxing City, I don't dare to accept such a big gift."

  The two attendants who followed Yang Cheng were secretly shocked in their hearts, unaware that this person dressed so plainly was actually the young master of Tianxing City. It was truly unthinkable. At the time, the master brought them to meet just an important person, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be the young master of Tianxing City.

  Ziwei smiled: I don't know how Master Yang of the old manor saw through my identity?

  Yang Chengdao: In response to the young master's words, first, my skills are slightly higher than yours. Second, the young master is currently in the trial period of the city master and cannot show his true face to people. Then looking at those two, one is a woman and the other is a rich family son, so I conclude that you are indeed the young master.

  Ziwei burst out laughing: "Yang Lao Fuzhu, indeed a renowned name. It's no wonder that it's a family legacy of nearly a thousand years, haha."

  Yang Cheng's face changed upon hearing this: Oh no, oh no, Young Master is joking, the Yang family has always been loyal to the Tianxing Purple Clan with a single heart, heaven and earth can testify.

  Ziwei nodded and said: I believe this too, I've also heard that the Yang family has produced many talents over the past thousand years.

  It's just a small disturbance among the younger generation, but for Young Master, it's still a case of a minor sorcerer meeting a major one.

  Ziwei smiled slightly. On this topic, he didn't say much.

  A white light flashed in her hand, and a letter appeared in Ziwei's hand.

  The old man didn't feel any surprise at all, and Zhu Yongfeng also calmed down. The two attendants' hearts were fiercely drawn in again, they were at the peak of the sixth stage of ancient soul, absolutely rare masters, and it was because of such strength that they could become attendants of a high-ranking official like the prefect, but they didn't have the strength to wear a space ring. Because, it was really too rare.

  Yang Cheng took over the letter and didn't even open it. He just held it in his hand for a while, then a flame rose from his hand, and the letter was burned to ashes.

  This has shown that Yang Cheng had read this letter, only he used, the power of his mind.

  Zi Wei said: "Yang Lao Fuzhu, you also know why I'm out now, and I hope to borrow your transmission array for a use."

  Yang Cheng burst out laughing and said: "Does this small matter need Master to personally tell me? I naturally know about it."

  Follow me, I'll take you to the transmission array.

  Zi Wei said: Then trouble Old Yang to lead the way.

  Yang Cheng waved his hand and swept away three people.

  In the blink of an eye, they found themselves on a huge high platform, very similar to the grand altar at Ziwei's coronation ceremony, only slightly smaller.

  Yang Chengdao: This is a dedicated transmission array for official use. When we arrive on the other side, there will be someone to receive us. I've already made contact earlier.

  Young master, are you going to the country of Dugu?

  Ziwei nodded.

  Then I started, Young Master's pavilion is ready.

  Suddenly, the eight jade pillars in the Bagua formation shot out rays of light that pierced the sky, and a black hole appeared in the air.

  Zi Wei said: Yang, take care of yourself, I will visit you again another day with a different identity.

  Yang Cheng knelt down and said: I will see you off, young master, I will definitely wait for your return.

  Zi Wei stepped into the transmission array leading to the Dugu Gong country with Fei Yan and Zhu Yongfeng.

  At that moment, this world was about to change because of this man...

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