When the wind and sand expanded the Shengtian Pavilion, the rivers were introduced to separate out Xuanwu Island, and the rivers surrounded the island to form a ring belt.

The coast of the island is surrounded by a circle of flower walls of a half people to more than one person high, and only four paths are left as a bridge.

Xuanwu is still black, everyone wears black robes and buildings are gray bricks and black tiles.

If it is the flower season, the flowers blooming on the flower wall will be black and purple, with mysterious and strange colors that cannot be seen for a long time, and the unique fragrance of flowers is extremely charming and cannot be heard for a long time. Otherwise, you will be drowsy all day long, and even be intoxicated and crazy.

This flower is called "年年年" and is very precious, and the black "年年年" is even more rare.

Fengsha spent a lot of money to buy flower seeds and gardeners from overseas, and carefully cultivated them for several years to form this circle of flower walls.

If you unfortunately swallow the fruit, flowers, leaves, roots, and stems, you will faint like you are drunk. If you have a large amount, you will die without a doubt. There is no medicine in the world to relieve it.

In addition, the branches are thorny and sharp and hard; the leaves are serrated and sharp as thin blades. If they are cut and bleeding, they will either die or die. Together with the water belt around the island, they form an insurmountable barrier for Xuanwu Island.

The wind and sand stood at the head of the boat, silently watching the island he had built with all his efforts, feeling indescribable emotion.

The four spirits support the bamboo pole, and the boat floats gently off the shore like willow leaves.

"The famous name of Feng Shao is like thunder. Seeing the grand scene of Xuanwu Island, it is well-known. I hope to be with you for a while."

Fengsha shook his head and asked, "In previous years, Mr. Heng was the envoy of Chenliu. I wonder if he is still safe?"

Mr. Heng belongs to the four spirits high-level lineage that tends to him, otherwise he would not have been so smooth in Chenliu these years.

The envoy sighed: "Mr. Heng suddenly suffered from a serious illness and unfortunately passed away."

There have been speculations from the wind and sand, but after confirmation, I still feel sad.

As for whether he died of illness or not, it depends on his opinion. In short, he is too powerful and thinking too much is useless.

The emperor was silent for a while, as if he was accompanying the silence.

The light boat turned along the water belt to the side of the Ascension Pavilion, and the color in front of you became colorful. The air was filled with the breath of spring, and your mood was filled with joy.

Fengsha smiled: "I'm just following the commander's meaning. I hope I will regain the position of Xuanwu in Liucheng?"

"Yes. Only in this way can the four spirits have a reason to fight against the deputy envoy of the East Niao and the mission for you, a total of 79 lives."

The emperor obviously deliberately connected these two things together, and there was no room for wind and sand to refuse.

If you dare to say no, the four spirits seniors who support him will need to bear it on his shoulders and will pay a greater price.

This move is called attacking and saving, and the next move is to annihilate the one who rescues.

Simply put, it is to attack the support.

The wind and sand are the "point" surrounded, and the four spirits who support him are the "support" of being beaten.

The same goes for the other way around.

In order to prevent the four spirits who supported him from losing too much, Fengsha also became a "support" for being beaten and had to be led by others.

The vaguely brisk music and cheerful cheers came from the Ascension Pavilion, which further highlighted the darkness and coldness of the Xuanwu Island side.

Fengsha underestimated: "I'll be there."

The emperor was not surprised and continued: "Xunxiang Trading Company can be without it, Sanhe must hand it over for you."

If you hand over the Sanhe Gang, Yin Gu will definitely not do it first, the second is Yunxu, and the third is Queen Chenliu.

The allies that were finally gathered by the wind and sand immediately fell apart.

On one hand, the former allies who were betrayed were crazy revenge, and on the other hand, the four spirits who were under pressure were excluded. Life was not easy, and they were truly enemies.

Fengsha laughed instead, and the faint light flashed in his eyes seemed to be more depressing than the atmosphere of the entire Xuanwu Island.

"I occupy 30% of the Sanhe Gang's share, and all of these 30% can be handed over to Zhuque to operate."

"This is up to you. I only have one condition, and the profits paid can only be more or less than in previous years."

The meaning is: I don’t care where you get the money, anyway, my money cannot be less.

It is necessary to pay profits and maintain the four spirits of Liucheng. Even if the Sanhe Gang takes over all Chenliu Shuiyun, relying solely on three parts is far from enough.

Fengsha thought for a while: "I can try it. I only have one condition, at least this time I will be responsible for Ren Song."

The envoy couldn't help but frown: "The warehouse of Xunxiang Trading Company was sealed off by the City Inspection Department. What did you ask Ren Song to give me?"

In addition to coming to host the annual Four Spirits Party, he would also take away the profits of last year and would not be able to pay for any money back.

Fengsha shrugged and said, "You let him have the ability to grab it! It has nothing to do with me anyway."

He can acquiesce Ren Song to send someone to rob, or even secretly help, as long as it is not revealed.

"I am a special deacon in Dongtooshi's deacon, and I am fully authorized to issue a deacon order..."

The envoy seemed not to understand the hints in Fengsha's words and said decisively: "From now on, remove the position of Xuanwu in the head of Ren Songliu City. Fengsha immediately took office as Xuanwu in the head of Liucheng."

To be violating others with power means to suppress all the profits you should pay this time on the shoulders of wind and sand.

Fengsha glanced around and said with a smile: "Is there a water ghost hidden under the boat? If I don't take up the job, the superiors will just throw the cup as a digit. If it is wrong, throw the pole as a digit, and you will rush up and drag me down from the water to drown?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the mouth: "You won't understand the rules of the Four Spirits. If you dare to violate the order, you will die. The original envoy takes the truth, who can do what I can do to me?"

The wind and sand were silent a little, and he saluted and said, "Abide by the order."

Although the words of the envoy sounded both domineering and annoying, they really occupied the truth.

Anyone among the four spirits cannot refute it, otherwise his subordinates can also follow the same rules and make a violation of orders?

Unless you make up your mind to rebel, maintaining rules is to protect yourself, and breaking the rules will surely endure your own consequences.

The upper hand smiled, supported the bamboo pole in his hand deeply, and leaned against the shore on the side of the Ascension Pavilion.

Soon, the hull stopped after shaking.

"It's still three days before the Four Spirits gathering. I believe that Master Feng still has a lot to be busy with, please~"

The day of the Four Spirits gathering is the time to pay the profits. No matter whether the wind and sand are not showing up, the money must be paid.

The wind and sand jumped to the shore, turned around and smiled, "I will give you a wooden peach and repay you with Qiong Yao. The envoy of the superiors helped me with the task and restored my original position. This kind of kindness and virtue will definitely be rewarded."

"I am waiting for good news."

He smiled at the corner of his mouth, obviously treating this as a young man's incompetent and fury.

Before coming to Chenliu, the deacon on Dongniao had summoned him several times, and repeatedly told him to be more careful, implying that this person had some background and should be cautious in everything and should not do anything at all.

Now it seems that the deacon is completely over-thinking.

He occupied the truth everywhere and followed the rules. So what could he do if he had any amazing background?

He is even a boy with no hair, and he relies on his backstage to be the king in a small place far away from the sky.

I really thought I was a great person.

Humph ~

Just a clever playboy~

Not worth mentioning.

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