I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

That's all, let's go ahead.

If it doesn't work anymore, change it again.

As for whether the change of the order will affect the majesty of the city lord?

City Lord Zhang has countless ways to let the people in the city experience his majesty.

Mayor, willful.

As for the current situation, the first person in charge of the bureau is of course his vest, Mr. Wu Yun.

Like government affairs, he's just here to give an overview of the overall situation.

Handle the actual work and leave it to the subordinates to do it.

He already has a suitable candidate for the relevant leader.

However, this candidate is a little special.

The tall man appeared in front of Zhang Dongyun who had turned into an old man in black again.

"The junior has met the senior." Wen Hu saluted the old man in black.

Mr. Wu Yun, who was dressed in black, sat behind the table and looked at the tall man in front of him.

His tone was indifferent: "Your life, like everyone else, belongs to His Majesty."

"The junior understands."

Wen Hu looked solemn: "If it wasn't for Chang'an's protection, I'm afraid that the younger generation and those common people would have died under the butcher knife of the Tang army."

He saluted Zhang Dongyun who was pretending to be Mr. Wu Yun in front of him: "The great kindness of the city lord and senior, this junior will never forget it, and I will definitely repay it as best I can."

Right now, he no longer doubts that the magic masters here will use everyone to take blood to refine their souls and practice magic skills.

But different from others, his mind does not belong to Chang'an completely.

On this point, he is different from the Hanshan faction or the fleeing people.

At the beginning, the relationship between the refugees and Tang Jun had nothing to do with him.

It's just that he couldn't bear seeing the injustice, so he got involved.

He has his own lineage and is full of sense of belonging to the school.

But before he had planned to sacrifice his life for righteousness, he was saved because of Chang'an.

Wen Hu also takes this kindness to heart:

"Senior, please allow me some time to go back to my hometown and report the matter to my teacher before returning to Chang'an to serve my life."

Mr. Wu Yun's image of Zhang Dongyun didn't ask where he was from, but just looked at him with interest and didn't speak.

Wen Hu thought that Zhang Dongyun was questioning the authenticity of what he said just now, so he said seriously:

"A man was born in this world, stands upright, speaks like a nail, never regrets, please trust me, senior."

Zhang Dongyun said lightly: "If you go, I believe you will come back as promised."

Wen Hu nodded gratefully: "Thank you senior."

"But..." Zhang Dongyun's tone was calm: "If one day, your master sect becomes an enemy of Chang'an, where will you go?"

Wen Hu frowned.

He and Zhang Dongyun looked at each other.

Zhang Dongyun's eyes are like a flat lake, without any waves.

But the invisible pressure revealed in it made the tall man on the opposite side almost suffocate.

Wen Hu fell into silence for a long time.

Zhang Dongyun didn't urge him, and sat calmly in the chair.

"The junior master understands righteousness, and Chang'an City helps the world and saves the people. There will be no conflict between the two. If there is a day..."

After a while, Wen Hu finally spoke again, with an unprecedentedly low voice:

"There is a dilemma between Enyi and Yi. One day, I am afraid that the junior will have to kill himself, thanking both the master and Chang'an."

Zhang Dongyun, who is the image of Mr. Wu Yun, heard the words, his tone was calm as before: "Stupid way..."

He looked at Wen Hu, and smiled faintly: "...But, barely enough."

As he said that, Zhang Dongyun had a small burden in his hand.

He casually took out a letter from it and threw it to Wen Hu.

Wen Hu was confused at the beginning, took the letter and opened it for a few glances, then his expression changed slightly.

The letter is Ming Guangwei's secret report.

The content mentioned that in the civil uprising in Longbei County, the leader was not a native of Longbei, but the accent of Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County.

Please ask Mingguangwei upper level,

Arrange people to go to Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County to investigate his origin and identity.

Along with the letter, there is even a simple portrait of Wen Hu.

Although the portrait is only five or six points similar to the person, there are some words on it, describing some of Wen Hu's physical characteristics.

"Dark Pavilion, well-deserved reputation..." Wen Hu let out a long breath after reading the letter.

Although he tried his best to conceal his master's background, some clues were still found.

With the means of the secret cabinet, if we continue to dig deeper, it may not be impossible to find out his details.

He didn't want to implicate Shimen, but when the time comes, the situation report may not be certain.

"Senior, this letter is..." Wen Hu looked up at Zhang Dongyun.

Zhang Dongyun said indifferently: "Since it is here, there will naturally be no one in the Dark Pavilion."

Wen Hu heaved a sigh of relief, and solemnly saluted Zhang Dongyun: "Thanks to senior for intercepting this letter, I have helped this junior a lot...and also helped this junior's teacher."

There is no need for the old man in black to say much, Wen Hu's own mind is already clear.

He said in a deep voice: "Senior has great powers, and just now is junior Meng Lang. I hope senior will not care about it."

Zhang Dongyun nodded slowly: "A child can be taught, next, let's do the job with heart."

On the side of the bureau, apart from Wenhu, Zhang Dongyun continued to investigate and selected a few candidates from among the refugees to build the initial framework.

For the Hanshan faction, no one is selected.

As everything gradually got on the right track, the first batch of residents in Chang'an City began to divert.

Some people, especially farmers, have left the city.

Outside the city, they were given land.

After the initial emergency and filling their stomachs, everyone must start to rely on themselves.

The land and the crops must be the first foundation.

For the displaced people, although it is difficult to leave their homeland, it is best to have their own land, a rich life, and good weather.

In addition to farmers, there are still some people who have left their homes in Chang'an City, and they have been living in the fields before.

Among them are craftsmen who rely on their skills, scholars who are forced to go into exile for their livelihood, and rogues who have always been idle.

Most people tried their best to return to their old jobs, which caused countless fireworks and red dust in the city of Chang'an.

The whole city, inside and out, is gradually on the right track.

If you ignore it, this city is located in the deep mountains and wild ridges.

At this moment, a group of people came to the outside of the city through the mountains and forests. Looking at the fertile fields and the majestic city from a distance, everyone was a little dazed.

The leader, a middle-aged man, stroked his long beard and asked the people around him: "Fourteenth brother, is this the Chang'an city you are talking about?"

The man next to him nodded: "It's right here, but there weren't so many people before, it seems that it is true as rumors outside, that the refugees from Longbei County finally settled here."

The middle-aged man with long beard nodded slightly, looking at the word "Chang'an" on the top of the wall:

"I hope this place can also become a place where our Chen family can gain a foothold again."