"...Xiaoye, the immortal has something to ask Grandpa about. You go over there and play for a while first."

The old man watched the boy run away, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I don't understand what the immortal said - speaking of it, there are immortals in the upper world in my Wangjia Village, and I don't know about the immortal..."

"Why should I be so pretentious?" Lou Wuchen said with a hint of sarcasm, "You're talking about Yu Shui, right? If I didn't know Yu Shui, why would I come here to ask you these questions? - Mingren Bu

Talking secretly, there are no six ears here now, let me ask you: What is going on with the 'bandits' in Wangjiacun?"

"This..." The old man's expression was a little bitter, "The thieves are causing trouble and killing the neighbors... what else can happen?"

"Oh?" Lou Wuchen raised his eyebrows, "So there is a group of bandits who usually never show up all year round and can't be found. Only occasionally in lean years will they suddenly appear out of nowhere to plunder, and every time

The attacks were all in the three surrounding villages, and the victims each time happened to be frail old people?"

The more Lou Wuchen said, the colder his face became. When he came out of Aunt Wang's place, he planned to get rid of the bandit without any trace, but after careful investigation, he got completely unexpected information: "...it happened to be a martial arts practice in the village.

All the experts followed the village chief to buy food and then came back, and all three villages chose not to report it to the city lord’s palace—is that what you meant?”

The cold wind in early spring blew by, blowing up the old man's gray beard and hair - different from Master Zhang and Mr. Qian, although this old man had some level of martial arts practice, the color of his beard and hair was not as shiny.

Full, but mixed with aging and dilapidation

At this moment, the feeling of aging seemed to have increased several times, overshadowing the original sparkle in the old man's eyes: "...Since the Immortal already knows, why bother asking again?"

The old man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and asked as if he was ready for some kind of realization: "Is the Immortal going to... do justice for heaven?"

"Xingdao for heaven?" Lou Wuchen chewed the word and smiled as if he thought it was a little funny, "No, no, I'm just a little curious. I had other things to do so I let it go, and it happened to happen today.

Let’s ask the previous question: What did you, or you three village chiefs, think when you did this? What mentality did you use to decide who to kill and who to keep, and what thoughts did you hold?

How can we distribute these bloody grains to survive the famine years?"

The old man said nothing.

After a long time, the old man said in a dry voice: "You are... the Immortal, the city lord of Zhou Gao City, right?"

Lou Wuchen didn't speak, he just snorted noncommittally as an answer.

"I've heard about you. In Zhou Gaocheng, you used magic to open up mountains and cultivate fields and distribute them to the poor. You promoted yam crops that were easy to maintain and easy to maintain. You also distributed new farm tools and fertilizers... With the magical power of the immortal, the food was

Maybe it’s just a small thing that can be solved easily, but for us mortals——”

"easy?"

Lou Wuchen interrupted the old man's words. Although he himself did not do much in these matters, many times he only gave a general direction and key guidance - but behind every simple sentence, Xiao Qiongqiu

They all work conscientiously as their own acting city lords.

After countless experimental attempts, countless versions of plans, and countless coordinated actions, they finally came up with a result that may seem inconspicuous - all of this was seen by Lou Wuchen.

Can it be easily overridden by mana?

"On the issue of food, I respect all those who have worked hard and struggled for it." Lou Wuchen said, "But this does not include the effort of killing some people! Don't talk about ability issues, I can see that you

The martial arts He Yushui has learned are extraordinary and even more exquisite than those of many great families - with this kind of power, can't you do something?"

Lou Wuchen's words seemed to poke an ancient scar in the old man's heart that he himself was constantly turning over, causing his face to twitch in pain: "...the ancestral teachings of my Wangjia Village are that we must not rely on martial arts to fight with outsiders!

"

"You can't fight with outsiders, so you can use it to kill other villages -" Lou Wuchen suddenly stopped mid-sentence and sighed, "That's all, I don't want to say more about your choice.

I just want to ask—"

"There won't be such bandits in the future, right?"

The old man understood what Lou Wuchen meant. After Wang Yushui successfully built the foundation, many forces in the town and even in Lanhu City showed their kindness and care to the village because of Aunt Wang's insistence on staying in the village. The days in the village also changed.

It's much better. It can really be said that a person has attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven. Naturally, there is no need to cause a "bandit" incident.

After a long time.
Chapter completed!