"Forget it, let's do it this way first."
"If it doesn't work out in the future, I'll change it."
As for whether changing orders would affect the majesty of the City Lord?
Master Zhang had countless ways to let the people in the city know his majesty.
The City Lord was capricious.
As for the current situation, the first person in charge of the bureau was, of course, his fake identity, Mr. Dark Cloud.
Just like in government affairs, he was only overseeing the overall situation here.
The actual work was done by his subordinates.
He already had a suitable candidate for the leader.
However, this candidate was slightly special.
The tall man appeared in front of Zhang Dongyun, who had changed back into the image of the old man in black.
"Greetings, Senior." Wen Hu bowed to the old man in black.
Mr. Dark Cloud, who was dressed in black, sat behind the table and looked at the tall man in front of him.
He said in a calm tone, "Your life, like everyone else, belongs to His Majesty."
"I understand."
Wen Hu looked solemn. "If it weren't for the protection of Chang 'an, I'm afraid that I and those people would have died under the butcher knife of the Tang Army."
He bowed to Zhang Dongyun, who was disguised as Mr. Dark Cloud. "I will never forget the great kindness of the City Lord and Senior. I will do my best to repay you."
At the moment, he no longer suspected that the evil masters here would take everyone's blood to refine their souls and cultivate their evil skills.
But unlike others, his mind did not completely belong to Chang 'an.
In this regard, he was different from the people in the Hanshan school or the refugees.
In the beginning, the conflict between the refugees and the Tang Army had nothing to do with him.
It was just that he saw injustice and couldn't bear it, so he got involved.
He had his own master and was full of a sense of belonging to his master.
But he had already planned to sacrifice his life for righteousness. In the end, he was saved because of Chang 'an.
Wen Hu also took this kindness to heart.
"Senior, please give me some time to go back to my hometown and report this matter to my master. Then, I will return to Chang 'an to serve."
Mr. Dark Cloud, who was disguised as Zhang Dongyun, didn't ask who his master was. He just looked at him with interest and didn't say anything.
Wen Hu thought that Zhang Dongyun was questioning the authenticity of his words, so he hurriedly said with a straight face,
"A man is born in this world with an indomitable spirit. When he speaks, his words are like a nail. He will never go back on his words. Senior, please believe me."
Zhang Dongyun faintly said, "Once you leave, this old man believes that you will return as promised."
Wen Hu nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Senior."
"But …" Zhang Dongyun's tone was calm, "If one day your sect becomes the enemy of Chang 'an, where will you go?"
Wen Hu furrowed his brows.
He and Zhang Dongyun looked at each other.
Zhang Dongyun's eyes were like a calm lake, without the slightest ripple.
However, there was an invisible pressure that made the tall man almost suffocate.
Wen Hu fell into silence and didn't speak for a long time.
Zhang Dongyun didn't urge him. He calmly leaned back in the chair.
"My sect is deeply righteous. Chang 'an helps the world and the people. There will be no conflict between the two. If that day really comes …"
After a long while, Wen Hu finally spoke again. His voice was unprecedentedly low.
"It's hard to balance kindness and righteousness. If that day really comes, I'm afraid I can only kill myself to thank both my sect and Chang 'an."
Zhang Dongyun, who was disguised as Mr. Dark Cloud, said calmly, "Stupid idea …"
He looked at Wen Hu and smiled faintly. "… But it's barely enough."
As he spoke, a small package appeared in Zhang Dongyun's hand.
He casually took out a letter and threw it to Wen Hu.
Wen Hu was confused at first. After he took the letter and opened it, his expression changed slightly.
The letter was a secret report from the Mingguang Guard.
The content mentioned that the leader of the civil uprising in Longbei County was not a native of Longbei. He spoke with the accent of Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County.
It asked the upper echelons of the Mingguang Guard to arrange for people to go to Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County to investigate the origin and identity of the leader.
Along with the letter, there was even a simple portrait of Wen Hu.
Although the portrait was only 50% or 60% similar to the person, there were some words on it that described some of Wen Hu's physical characteristics.
"The Hidden Pavilion lives up to its name …" Wen Hu finished reading the letter and let out a long breath.
Although he tried his best to hide his master's background, some people still managed to find out some clues.
With the Hidden Pavilion's methods, if they continued to dig deeper, it might not be impossible to find out his details.
He didn't want to implicate his sect, but when the time came, the situation might not be reported.
"Senior, this letter is …" Wen Hu looked up at Zhang Dongyun.
Zhang Dongyun said indifferently, "Since it's here, the Hidden Pavilion naturally doesn't have it."
Wen Hu let out a sigh of relief and bowed solemnly to Zhang Dongyun. "Thank you for intercepting this letter. It's a great help to me … and also to my sect."
There was no need for the old man in black to say anything. Wen Hu's thoughts were already clear.
He said in a low voice, "Senior, you're very resourceful. I was rash just now. I hope you don't mind."
Zhang Dongyun Slowly nodded. "You can be taught. From now on, do your job well."
At the police station, apart from Wen Hu, Zhang Dongyun continued to inspect. He picked a few more candidates from the refugees and built the initial framework.
The Hanshan school didn't pick anyone.
As everything gradually got on track, the first batch of residents in Chang 'an City began to disperse.
Some people, especially the farmers, left the city one after another.
Outside the city, they were able to get land.
After the initial emergency and filling their stomachs, everyone began to rely on themselves.
Land and crops were definitely the initial foundation.
For the displaced commoners, although it was difficult to leave their homeland, it was best to have their own land, a prosperous life, and good weather.
In addition to the farmers, there were also some people who had left their homes in Chang 'an City. They used to live in the fields.
Among them, there were craftsmen who relied on their skills, scholars who were forced to exile for a living, and rogues who were originally idle.
Most people worked hard to get back to their old jobs, which made Chang 'an more prosperous and mundane.
The entire city, inside and outside, gradually got on the right track.
If one ignored the fact that this city was located in the deep mountains.
At this moment, a group of people passed through the mountains and forests and came to the outside of the city. Looking at the fertile land and the majestic city from afar, everyone was a little stunned.
The middle-aged man in the lead stroked his long beard and asked the person beside him, "Fourteenth Brother, is this the Chang 'an City you mentioned?"
The man beside him nodded. "Yes, it's here. But there weren't so many people before. It seems that the rumors are true. The refugees of Longbei County finally settled down here."
The middle-aged man with a long beard nodded slightly and looked at the two words "Chang 'an" on the city wall.
"I hope this will also become the place where our Chen family can regain a foothold."
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