I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

There was heavy snowfall in the past few days, and the entire Cangcheng city was completely white.

Yang Zhao, who is practicing in Yunyang Temple, has not seen the light of day for many days. In addition to practicing every day, she helps Xiaodou people collect the training data of the golden elixir period.

This is not only helping the latecomers, but also helping Yang Zhao himself.

Yang Zhao is still thinking about using computers to calculate exercises.

The world of cultivation is developing.

The exercises and spells she is learning now are all old-fashioned and can no longer keep up with the development of the world of cultivation.

However, development of this kind of thing cannot be promoted by one person.

They were working hard when the clerk of the city lord's yamen came up to the mountain to invite him with the handwriting of the city lord Zheng.

"The city lord has something urgent to ask you today."

Yang Zhao was confused. It was very rude to mention someone in front of him.

She couldn't help but think of the report from the Xiaodou people a few days ago: some government officials forced a large group of civilians to enter the city.

It's just that Yunyang Temple is too important, and there are Uncle Gongsun, Old Shark surnamed Qin and the Lord of the Sky Tomb in the temple to support him, so Yang Zhao doesn't pay much attention to it.

Today, City Lord Zheng suddenly came to invite her. It seemed that this matter was very difficult.

Muttering in her heart, she took the handwritten letter. It contained the spiritual power of City Lord Zheng and could not be faked.

"Just wait a moment, I'll change my clothes and go with you to see the city lord."

"Senior please."

Yang Zhao nodded lightly, finished changing his clothes and said a few words to Xiaodouren waiting outside the house, and then went down the mountain with Wen Wen.

There are also pedestrians supporting the elderly and the young heading towards Cangcheng on the road.

The villages along the way were all deserted. There was no one in the village, and it was cold in winter. Many wild animals came into the village to stay warm and look for food, which ruined the entire village for a while.

After entering the city, Yang Zhao felt warm, as if it had entered autumn. Before she could be surprised, she looked up and saw countless shacks built along the city walls and streets.

The once tidy town suddenly turned into a slum.

In today's yamen, the clerk led Yang Zhao to a side room and went to pour tea himself. Not long after Yang Zhao sat down, Lord Zheng invited him.

Yang Zhao got up and came to the hall. At this time, there were only City Lord Zheng and two clerks in the hall. The two parties exchanged greetings and sat down separately.

"I wonder what City Lord Zheng wants from me today?"

City Lord Zheng came over and personally gave Yang Zhao a cup of tea.

"I feel ashamed to say it. I know that fellow Taoists are busy practicing these days, so I shouldn't disturb them."

Yang Zhao half stood up and took the tea, sat down and took a sip.

"The city lord's words are serious. I, Yunyang Guan, am a member of Cangcheng. If the city lord calls me, I will come despite all the difficulties. If anything happens, just ask the city lord."

This person is both a current official and a current manager. Being friendly with him will bring no harm at all.

City Lord Zheng had a smile on his face.

"Fellow Taoist is righteous, I won't beat around the bush anymore. Does Friend Daoist know about the ferocious beasts rioting in the Windswept Realm?"

"I've heard about it. A few months ago I bought a few ferocious beasts for fun, but I don't know the rest."

Those ferocious beasts that make the country rich and the people strong are kept on the mountain near Yunyang Temple. They can't hide it from anyone, and there is no need to hide it from anyone.

"Ugh."

City Lord Zheng pointed at it.

"The ferocious beasts are making a lot of noise this time. The imperial court wants to send troops. Although our city is small, we have the task of transporting food. With one king and the world at peace, this is naturally a small matter."

City Lord Zheng took a sip of tea and said.

"But you also know that our small people in Cangcheng have never had many cultivators, and there are even fewer left."

"The situation is urgent now. I don't even have the resources to protect Cangcheng. One person is used as two people, and I really can't allocate manpower to escort the military rations.

"If we don't leave tomorrow, this batch of military rations will delay the war."

City Lord Zheng looked straight at Yang Zhao.

"There is no other way, so I am shameless and ask fellow Taoist Yang to go." Yang Zhao pondered for a while and nodded in agreement.

"The city lord has given instructions, so I will naturally do my best. I don't know who will be leading the escort of the military supplies this time. I'll pay my respects."

"Fellow Daoist Yang is still happy."

City Lord Zheng laughed.

"Senior Prime Minister Jiarong, my old boss of Shandefang, apart from him, you have the highest cultivation level in the team. I need your help along the way."

It seems that City Lord Zheng really has no one in his hands. Otherwise, how could Yang Zhao, an outsider, be ranked second in such a big matter as delivering military rations?

"It turns out that Senior Rong is back. I was rude and didn't go to visit him."

Yang Zhao looked sad.

"I still remember when I had just opened my pulse. If it weren't for you, City Lord Zheng, who is upright and loves the people like a son, and without the protection of Shandefang, Senior Rong, I would have been dead long ago, and I would have said that there is no golden elixir. of."

In the beginning, no matter what the purpose of these two people was to stop the Fang family, it was a life-saving grace for Yang Zhao.

The past events were vivid in her mind, and she couldn't help but remember this kindness.

"Hahahaha, those are all small things~ small things, it's rare for a Taoist friend to remember them so clearly."

City Lord Zheng laughed heartily.

If a junior in the Qi refining stage said this, it was not worth laughing at.

But Yang Zhao is now a monk in the golden elixir stage. With different cultivation levels, the weight of his words will naturally be different.

After he finished laughing, Yang Zhao thanked him again.

"For the city lord, this matter is naturally a small matter, not worth mentioning. For me, it is a matter of life and death, and I will bear it in my heart."

After a while, City Lord Zheng summoned everyone who was leaving tomorrow and introduced Yang Zhao to everyone in public.

The words of praise were pouring out in a flash. He said he was a genius in cultivation and a proud man of heaven. Yang Zhao wanted to blush when he heard it.

But this praise was a good incentive for those soldiers.

The higher Yang Zhao's strength, the more guaranteed their safety would be.

So she blushed and didn't stop City Lord Zheng.

After leaving the yamen, Yang Zhao rummaged through his Qiankun bag, gathered eight gifts and went to visit the Rong family.

Fortunately, she keeps these things on hand every day.

Many shops in Cangcheng are now closed for safety reasons.

As long as Yang Zhao returns to Cangcheng, he will definitely come to the Rong family to see her, and the Rong family is very familiar with her.

After a while, Yang Zhao successfully met Senior Rong who rarely returned to his hometown.

I saw that he was wearing a light gray home clothes, he was energetic, his expression was kind, and he looked like a fairy.

Several juniors from the Rong family were sitting around, and they stood up quickly when they saw Yang Zhao coming in.

"Junior Yang Zhao pays homage to senior Rong."

Yang Zhao made a great ceremony.

"Get up quickly."

The old man surnamed Rong lifted Yang Zhao up with a wave of his sleeves, and the juniors greeted Yang Zhao with tea.

"I have long heard a letter from a junior in the family, saying that an unparalleled genius has emerged from Cangcheng. I didn't take it seriously at first. I think these people also praised themselves in the same way."

Saying that, he laughed.

"Unexpectedly, they didn't fool me this time. There was actually a young talent standing in front of me."

The old man surnamed Rong pointed to his juniors.

"With a talent like you standing in front of them, they will no longer dare to brag about themselves."

(End of this chapter)