"So he was Murong Qingchen."
Fang Shuwen suddenly realized something.
This person is as famous as Wu Lingxiao, belonging to the same group of "Three Immortals, Two Kings, One City Madman," so it's no wonder he has such martial arts skills.
Lu Guiyan looked at Fang Shuwen at this moment:
What do we do?
It is highly likely that news of Wu Lingxiao's serious injuries has already spread.
That Flying Snow City is bound to be in turmoil.
Even someone like the Book Immortal Murong Qingchen has arrived in Flying Snow City...
This inevitably made Lu Guiyan feel a sense of powerlessness.
Fang Shuwen smiled:
"We're already at the door, are we really going to turn back? Let's go, let's join in the fun."
Hearing this, Lu Guiyan nodded, took a deep breath, and led the group forward.
We had already reached the gates of Flying Snow City; in just a few steps, we arrived at the city gate.
The person banging on the door had stopped, because the gates of Flying Snow City had opened.
This person is shouting loudly:
"... Your Flying Snow City is just used to being high and mighty!"
"I have traveled a long way to visit Wu Lingxiao, and not only has he avoided me, but he has also had his men humiliate me. This is truly outrageous!"
"Shouldn't your Flying Snow City give me an explanation for this matter?"
The Flying Snow City guards he had previously defeated immediately glared at him angrily.
This old man was not only unreasonable and domineering, but also spouted complete nonsense.
As guards of Flying Snow City, they knew the unfathomable nature of the martial world. Even if Flying Snow City didn't receive outsiders, they would still politely advise them against it. When had they ever humiliated him?
Meanwhile, four people, three men and one woman, were standing inside the city gate.
The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in white. He glanced indifferently at the old man who was spitting as he spoke, and then ignored him.
Instead, he looked at everyone else present.
Finally, the gaze fell upon Murong Qingchen, whose usually indifferent eyes were now filled with solemnity.
He closed his eyes slightly and spoke in a deep voice:
"Have you all come to pay your respects to my city lord?"
These words immediately interrupted the old man who was spitting as he spoke.
Then, a monk carrying a convenient shovel uttered "Amitabha," and after chanting the Buddhist prayer, he burst into laughter.
"I was passing through Flying Snow City and, remembering that I hadn't seen City Lord Wu for many years, I made a special trip to pay him a visit."
The man riding the donkey was about to speak when the donkey beneath him suddenly took aim at the carrot, stretched its neck, and took a bite.
The young man was caught off guard and nearly bit his tongue.
He flew into a rage in an instant:
"If you dare to move again, I'll be eating donkey meat sandwiches tonight!!"
While chasing the carrot in circles, the donkey, in its busyness, didn't forget to glance back at the young man and snort disdainfully.
The young man's forehead veins throbbed with rage. In a moment of fury, he reached behind his back and pulled out a dagger.
Sensing danger approaching, the donkey kicked up its heels and ran away without a second thought.
The young man was stunned, and then he saw the Flying Snow City he had finally arrived at getting further and further away from where the donkey was...
Everyone present, including Murong Qingchen, briefly emerged from their book world to watch the young man and his donkey disappear into the distance, all somewhat puzzled as to what this guy had come for.
After a while, everyone finally looked away.
The leader of Flying Snow City, after being interrupted like this, forgot what he was going to say.
I'll stop here.
"Please follow me into the city."
After saying that, he turned around and walked directly into Flying Snow City.
Murong Qingchen and the other two followed behind them.
Fang Shuwen, along with Lu Guiyan and the others, also slipped inside.
I thought the system would notify me that the mission was complete after I entered the city, but to my surprise, the system didn't react at all.
Fang Shuwen pondered for a moment and guessed that his task, although ostensibly to escort those two caravans, was actually...
But in reality, it was tied to Lu'an Escort Agency.
To complete the mission and receive the rewards, we'll likely have to wait until the Lu'an Escort Agency and Flying Snow City hand over the reins.
With that in mind, he wasn't in a hurry. Since he had already arrived, the mission was about to be completed.
After entering the city, follow the street forward, and you will reach the city lord's mansion.
Standing in front of the city lord's mansion was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, but his clothes were quite extraordinary. He wore a white robe with cloud patterns, and the materials and embroidery were of exceptional quality.
The four people from Flying Snow City whispered a few words to this person before turning and leaving.
The middle-aged man then slightly clasped his hands in a fist salute:
"My name is Liu Qi, and I am the chief steward of Flying Snow City."
Greetings, distinguished guests.
Before anyone else could react to these words, Lu Guiyan and Fang Shuwen exchanged a glance, then looked at Liu Qi's left jaw.
That spot was completely clean, without a trace of a birthmark.
Sun Qian said that someone paid him three thousand taels of silver to sell information about the Lu'an Escort Agency to the Fierce Tiger Gang.
Qin Hu said that Liu Qi, the chief steward of Flying Snow City, used the Lingxiao Token of Flying Snow City to order his men from the Fierce Tiger Gang to assassinate the two escorts protected by Lu'an Escort Agency.
The birthmark, about the size of a coin, on the left side of their jaws, connects Liu Qi and the person who entrusted Sun Qian to sell the information to the Fierce Tiger Gang, proving that they are the same person.
But now, after actually meeting Liu Qi, it's clear that there's no birthmark on the left side of his jaw.
This suggests that if Qin Hu wasn't lying, then the so-called Liu Qi who appeared before him was likely an imposter.
Before he could think it through, he heard the old man who had tried to smash the city gate speak:
"Where is Wu Lingxiao? I heard he was seriously injured, so I traveled a long way to bring him medicine. Why hasn't he come out yet?"
"Is he so badly injured that he can't stand up anymore?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Qi quickly replied:
"Senior Gu, you shouldn't speak so carelessly. Our city lord is perfectly fine; how could he have been injured?"
"The reason why my Flying Snow City is temporarily under lockdown is not because of that baseless rumor... but because our city lord is currently in seclusion."
"However, since we have distinguished guests today, it is not proper to keep the doors closed to guests. That is why we have made an exception and invited you all in."
"Gentlemen, please follow me into the city lord's mansion."
The old man surnamed Gu snorted, said nothing more, and simply strode after Liu Qi.
The others also entered the room.
Murong Qingchen walked at a leisurely pace, his attention seemingly entirely focused on the book he was reading.
Book Immortal Fang Shuwen not far from him and glanced curiously at the book in his hand, wondering what this renowned scholar was reading with such relish.
But to my surprise, upon closer inspection... I found the scroll completely blank, without a single word.
Fang Shuwen was astonished. Could this be the legendary wordless book of heaven?
Before they could pay any attention, they had already arrived at the main hall of the city lord's mansion.
As everyone was taking their seats, the old man was about to speak when he heard hurried footsteps approaching.
It is said that someone else has come to the city gate to request an audience with Wu Lingxiao.
Liu Qi apologized, had a maid serve tea, and then hurried out to deal with the situation.
He came and went in a hurry. Lu Guiyan wanted to quickly say a word to him, leave the escort in Flying Snow City, and then they could leave immediately... But from the beginning until now, they haven't even had a chance to have a quiet conversation.
Fang Shuwen didn't care; he figured he might as well make the best of it.
As the maid brought over the tea, I leaned closer to smell it. The aroma was delicate and refined. Just as I was about to taste it, a puzzled voice came from behind me:
"Boy, where we sit in comfort, how can a junior like you find a place to stand?"
Looking up, he saw the old man surnamed Gu staring straight at him with an unfriendly look.
Fang Shuwen pointed to his nose:
Are you talking to me?