Half a month later.

Around the gate of Yuanning City, a disheveled figure gradually approached, and it was Qiu Yan who was coming from the mountain.

He walked towards the city gate, and before he could even walk to the city gate, he was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.

"Stop!" The soldier came in with a long stick in his hand, "I am not allowed to enter the city when I encounter bandits and refugees. I will go to the refugee shed in the south to report my name and get a bowl of porridge."

"Meet a bandit and refugee?" Qiu Yan was stunned, thinking flashed in his eyes, and he bowed directly, "This soldier, young master, is a student who has returned from a foreign trip. He encountered a strong man with a robbery on the way, and his property was captured and he went back after a lot of trouble."

"The return student?" The soldier was stunned when he heard this, "Didn't he come from the village in the south?"

Hearing the word "Southern Village", Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head and said, "No."

The soldiers looked him up and down a few times, and saw that although Qiu Yan was covered in rags and covered in dust, he looked closely and had clear eyebrows and straight figures, so he believed it a little, but he still asked according to the law: "Is there any proof?"

"Yes." Qiu Yan nodded, "Xiaosheng's uncle is working as a manager in Man Pan's house in the city. He will tell you just by asking."

"The manager of Mr. Pan's family?" Hearing this, the soldier took a breath and said with a smile, "Since it is Mr. Pan's family, it is not allowed to be fake. I will send someone to the young master." After speaking, he turned around and shouted, and a famous man came over. After listening to the soldiers' orders, he led Qiu Yan into the city.

The moment he entered the city, the roll of blue shirt in Qiu Yan's hand trembled slightly, and a strange color flashed across his face.

The guide is a rogue in the city. He is best at observing words and joking all the way. He is like Qiu Yan's old friend, and soon arrives at a big mansion.

High-walled courtyard, red painted gate, plaques hanging on the door, two big words written on it—

Pan Mansion.

"At this time, please call the supervisor out, and I can reply if I go back."

Qiu Yan nodded. He knew that this man was an informant and that the soldier was responsible and could not leave without leaving, so he asked someone to come over. He said he was a guard, but in fact he was surveillance and prevented fraud.

It happened that at this time, a sound came from one side of the road. When Qiu Yan heard this, he immediately showed joy on his face. He turned around and said, "Cousin, it's a coincidence that he happened to meet you."

The man who came was about thirty years old, dressed straight, bowed his waist slightly, looked respectful, and was talking to a 15 or 16-year-old boy beside him.

Hearing Qiu Yan's words, the man had not answered yet. The young man frowned at the two people blocking the door, showing disgust: "Who are you, blocking my door?" As he said that, he glanced at Qiu Yan with disgust on his face, "Go to other places to beg for food! Block here, dirty the stone steps in front of the door, beware of your dog legs!"

"This boy, he was so crazy!"

Qiu Yan's eyes twitched, and the other party's high tone really made him feel unhappy. No matter in the past or in this life, there was no such scene of being scolded in person. However, when he thought of his current appearance, his heart gradually calmed down.

"This person is not old and has a tendency to be arrogant, which is due to habitual care."

The lead rogue bowed and said with a smile: "Master Pan San, the villain Wang Qiaoer, say hello to the master. We are here this time to lead this young master. He said he is close to the manager of the mansion..."

"Who is in charge?" Seeing Wang Qiaoer saluted, Young Master Pan San's face cleared, and looked at Qiu Yan again, "There are so many in charges in the mansion..."

At this moment, the man next to him took a step forward and asked uncertainly: "Is it my cousin Qiu Yan?"

As soon as he said this, Wang Qiaoer beside Qiu Yan's side turned her eyes and kept her name in her heart.

Young Master Pan San turned his head and glanced: "Liu Yue, do you know this person?"

The man named Liu Yue looked at Qiu Yan carefully at this time, and the more he looked, the more he looked. He was about to speak, but Qiu Yan had already stepped forward to greet him.

"Is it really your relative? Why did you look like this?" Young Master Pan San became more and more unhappy when he saw this. He waved his hand, "Okay, take it back to your house quickly. Don't get stuck here. If you see it, it will ruin my reputation as a Pan Mansion!"

"Yes! Yes! Let's go now, let's go now, I hope the young master will not be surprised. My cousin, my family has some changes recently..." He was about to tell the difference, but Young Master Pan San went to listen and urged Liu Yue to take his people away.

Although Liu Yue was not a slave from the Pan Mansion, he signed a long-term worker and his father also worked in the mansion. The family was sent to the Pan Mansion. He did not dare to disobey his orders and led Qiu Yan away timidly.

Seeing this, Wang Qiaoer asked Mr. Pan San again and left.

He walked all the way and returned to the city gate in half a cup of tea. When the soldiers guarding the city saw it, they smiled and said, "Looking at you like this, that kid should not have lie, but in case of precautions, he still needs to report his name and check his household registration so that he can know his recent whereabouts."

Next to him, a gray-clothed clerk held a pen with paper.

"What Mr. Li said is, but that boy was slippery. The villain kept striking indirectly along the way, but he didn't reveal his name. Fortunately, I finally found the flaw..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Mr. Li interrupted, "Just tell the name."

"Yes, that person is called... called... hiss..." Wang Qiaoer smiled at first, but she opened her mouth but couldn't even name it. Finally, she looked sad and looked like she was trying hard to recall.

"What's wrong? What's the name?" The soldier surnamed Li became impatient.

"This..." Wang Qiaoer smiled bitterly, "The villain actually forgot!"

"You have forgotten after just a while of kung fu? A waste!" The soldier surnamed Li raised his hand and slapped Wang Qiaoer in the face.

With a crisp sound, Wang Qiaoer begged repeatedly: "Mr. Li, don't be angry!" He said and retreated, and there were also some thugs gathered in the distance, all of whom were called by soldiers to help. Seeing this, they laughed.

Wang Qiaoer took a few steps back, lowered her head and said nothing, and there was a look of resentment in her eyes.

However, no one noticed that a little white light was gradually dissipating in his left ear.

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"Fortunately, I prepared in advance and divided the divine power over. If I say that I can erase my memories and use my current skills, it is absolutely impossible to do it. However, confusing the shallow memory and making it lack it is not difficult."

Qiu Yan had arrived at Liu Yue's house at this time.

Liu Yue’s home is a yard with one door and three sides, surrounded by a yard. Qiu Yan held a small basin and washed it around the corner. After half a month’s journey, even though his muscles and bones were lifted, he was inevitably exhausted and his body was covered in dirt. After washing, he felt refreshed.

After a simple rinse, he changed into coarse cloth clothes. Qiu Yan first took the bunch of blue shirts, which was still attached to his deity.

"However, now it's just a stopgap trick. The soldiers guarding the gate actually intercepted the refugees, and it seems to be targeting the villages in the south. As I expected, I'm afraid..."

After packing up the things, Qiu Yan's aunt and sister-in-law had already made simple meals and asked Qiu Yan to sit down.

"For the sake of the present, we must first improve our strength, and in addition to exploring the foundation of King Tongshan. To improve our strength, in addition to finding the sexual cultivation and destiny cultivation method mentioned by the crow demon, the easiest way is the Shinto."

While eating, Qiu Yan's eyes fell on the blue shirt beside the table.

"The Shinto seems mysterious, but I have been a mountain god for decades and have some experience. What I lack is the power of incense. Feng Yuanshan cannot go back for the time being. Even if I can go back, it will be difficult to accumulate a lot of divine power with the position of the mountain god. It is not enough to protect myself, let alone improve my strength. I must find a way to open up a new situation. When I entered the city just now, I clearly felt..."

Qiu Yan was thinking about himself when a sudden rushing footsteps came from outside the door.

"Yan'er is really back? God has eyes..."

The sound came, and then an old man over 50 years old walked into the room.

The old man was wearing a dark blue dress with a slightly flipped his hem. I thought it was because he was walking in a hurry and had his feet.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Qiu Yan who was having a meal and rushed straight over.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan stood up and was about to bow, but before the person stood firm, the old man had already come to the front and patted his shoulder hard. The other party looked at Qiu Yan carefully and nodded repeatedly: "It's really Yan'er, it's really Yan'er!"

"Father, I said everything, my cousin is fine..." Outside the door, Liu Yue crossed the hinterland and complained.

"You're so calm?" The old man turned around and scolded, "I heard that the bandits were invading the border, and several villages in the south were slaughtered. I thought Yan'er was also buried as a thief. Now that he has returned safely, how can he calm down?"

This old man was Qiu Yan's predecessor's uncle, Liu Huai.

On the other hand, Qiu Yan also captured a very critical message from the other party's words—
Chapter completed!