Officials are naturally suspicious. The Lord of Haikou City did not understand why a young cultivator lived in that kind of inn. Not to mention his identity, his talent alone was enough for him to come to him and live in the most exquisite place in Haikou, with the best treatment and the most slender servants. Therefore, the Lord of Haikou thought about it and came up with nothing, so he decided to visit him in person the next morning.

The Lord of Haikou City was a slightly fat middle-aged man who walked briskly. There was some worry on his shrewd face. If it wasn't the royal family from Yugu, would they come here to explore the Dragon Palace for treasures? It was fake, but they were actually testing themselves? There were treasures in the Dragon Palace, but they were all false. Millions of people went there, but no one got anything, and instead sacrificed their lives. The life of a cultivator is not just a matter of life and death, but also a pile of countless resources in the South Country.

As the second most developed city in the south, Haikou is a real economic treasure land, and countless people want to take it over. Its competition has never stopped. This kind of thing is very scary when you think about it carefully, and it must be taken seriously.

"parking!"

In order to show his respect, the city lord got off the car outside a street and went to the inn with ten people behind him. The ten people were holding brocade boxes of different sizes, and the things inside were very extraordinary. However, these things, which were extremely expensive to ordinary people, were just a gift from the city lord to the unknown person.

If etiquette is done well, it is called courtesy, and if it is not done well, it is called formalism. Therefore, the city lord was thinking about the next concise speech, but the inn was extremely deserted, with only a fat woman sweeping the floor.

The fat woman repeated what she usually did. When she saw the master coming, she immediately threw the broom aside and saluted respectfully. She didn't expect that the Lord of the City would come to this lonely alley. It really made them feel proud. The Lord of the City, who was admired by countless people, walked over with a smile on his face.

"Is there a younger practitioner here?"

"Yes, his name is Fang Huan, and he is less than seventeen years old."

Surname Fang? There seemed to be no one with the surname Fang in the wealthy families in Yu Valley, but who knew whether a name was real or fake?

Looking at the three people behind him and seeing them nod, the city lord asked the fat woman.

"Can you please invite him out?"

The fat woman guarded her own little piece of land, and she knew that with a word from the city lord, her inn could disappear from here. Of course, she could also expand the space. For example, she could move other shops in this alley and renovate her shop. Therefore, the fat woman nodded and bowed, without her usual humor. This is not hypocrisy, but real life. Not everyone can play the pig and eat the tiger, everyone has a different way of living, and the fat woman will not give up any opportunity.

"I'll go and call him now. Please wait inside for a while."

The waiter came to greet the city owner and extended his hand to invite her into the hall, but the city owner was unmoved and just stood by the stairs, watching the fat woman go upstairs. The waiter had no choice but to wait quietly.

The fat woman was too heavy, and when she ran, her fat shook and made the stairs creak. Normally, this sound was normal, but now it became loud and harsh. The city lord listened with great anticipation.

"Find someone to repair this inn."

The man next to him agreed, and the waiter was extremely happy when he heard it, with his face facing the ground. The city lord would not come to this cramped place on weekdays, but he didn't expect such a good thing as soon as he came. It seems that it is worth it for the boss lady to give the young man a room for free. The waiter suddenly admired the boss lady, and thought that this must be the reason why he could not be a boss. He had no such awareness at all, and he had always felt bad for wasting a room in vain.

The waiter lowered his head even deeper, thinking that the inn in the future, although not particularly luxurious, must be spacious and presentable. It seems that he should find a master to make a decent sign.

"Master Fang Huan, are you there?"

While the waiter was thinking about the new inn, the fat woman knocked on the door, secretly delighted. But before the door opened, the city lord called him softly.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

The city lord ran up quickly, holding his robe, his black hat trembling. He was really stupid before, how could he stand down and wait? He should knock on the door in person to show that he is not an official. The city lord is ready. If the other party is sent by Yu Gu, he will entertain him well and show the prosperity of Haikou in his hands.

If they were not, he would treat them well. Such young practitioners must be won over to become his disciples. The amount of fresh blood sometimes determines a person's strength!

The fat woman took a step back and suddenly became curious when she saw the city lord's look. What kind of identity did this so-called Fang Huan have to deserve such treatment from the city lord?

Lifting his wide sleeves, the city lord showed some caution on his face. He knocked on the door and raised his voice, saying:

"Wei Tiancheng, the junior official from Haikou, is here to pay his respects!"

The city lord bowed, very respectfully, and the fat woman also bent over. But she was too fat, so she could still see the profile of the city lord. He was very serious, waited for a minute, and knocked on the door again, but still to no avail.

When the city lord looked at the fat woman, she hurried forward and knocked on the door with her fingers like a torrential rain.

"Master Fang Huan, Miss Yuan Bei?"

Fang Huan, Yuan Bei. Wei Tiancheng knew these names were made up, but the fat woman called out twice and became anxious. This was a rare opportunity, and we couldn't let it go. The fat woman put her extremely fat fingers on the handle, and she twisted it gently, and the door opened.

The mayor was curious and asked the fat woman to open the door. But after the door was opened, there was only a clean white bed sheet inside and the trash can was clean, as if no one had ever lived there.

In this kind of small inn, who wouldn't leave behind useless garbage when leaving? It was so clean that the city lord suddenly became curious. Has anyone really lived here? The fat woman read this doubt in his eyes and hurriedly walked in, as if she wanted to find evidence to prove that Fang Huan had lived here. But there was nothing on the table and chair.

The fat woman's pockmarked face suddenly turned red, and she felt a little embarrassed, but before the city lord could speak, she said:

"Sir, there is another room."

The fat woman walked out of the room and squeezed in next to the city owner, but the room next to it was also empty. The fat woman felt a little disappointed, but there were medicine jars, medicine bowls and a letter left on the table.

"Lord City Lord, he only left a letter."

"Show it to me."

The city lord suddenly became suspicious. Was this a conspiracy by the Chunfeng Medicine Hall and the innkeeper's wife? They wanted to deceive him? As for the man last night, he was just an actor. This didn't make sense, so he opened the letter and didn't jump to conclusions. Words are like spilled water, and can't be said casually.

There was only one piece of paper in the envelope, with few words on it, but the writing was vigorous and powerful, penetrating through the back of the paper. Although it was not a masterpiece, it contained an extremely confident spirit, a style that the city lord could not learn. It seemed that the owner of the letter only wrote a few scribbled strokes, which was enough to express his identity and status.

The city lord has been an official for so many years. He has seen smooth writing, like a scholar talking at length. He has also seen sloppy writing, like a soldier rushing to a battle, hastily eating a few mouthfuls of food. He has also seen distorted writing like earthworms crawling around, like a gentleman on a beam sneaking around, afraid of dropping a few grains of soil. But he has never seen such writing in his hand!

As a former top scorer in liberal arts, Wei Tiancheng believes that his handwriting is neat and has a southern style, but in comparison, it always feels a bit too mundane.

After reading it several times, the city lord felt that there was a gap between his own words and it, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The fat woman was not interested in words, but only paid attention to the meaning they expressed when put together, and only appeared in the account book. In black and white, it said that the medicine pot and bowl had been washed, and thanked for taking care of it. The silver next to it was the rent.

The fat woman glanced and saw that there was indeed a piece of silver between the medicine pot and the medicine bowl. It was a good thing to have silver, but the fat woman suddenly felt cold. What was going on? They were still here last night. Xia Xiao boiled medicine with her last night and teased her, saying that she was so fat that she would not live for a few years. Even if the inn was big, she would not be able to enjoy the glory and wealth. But now, there is no one? How strange!

As a landlady, there are many examples of tenants leaving without saying goodbye. After all, they pay first and then live in the house. No one can escape. They just leave. Although there are some people who are similar to Xia Xiao and can chat with her, she can only stay here for a short time, not for a long time. Therefore, she has developed a personality that doesn't care about leaving, but Xia Xiao's departure makes her heart hurt. This is a good opportunity, how can it be compared with one or two taels of silver?

"Lord City Lord, they were still there last night..."

The city lord was somewhat disappointed, but this matter had to be handled satisfactorily. Judging from what happened last night and tonight, the two people did exist, but he didn't know where they had gone. They might have left, or they might have been observing him in secret.

"It doesn't matter. If we can't meet, then we're probably destined to be apart. Well, I'll renovate your inn for you. You can come to my house later to get the silver. I'll leave first."

The fat woman was so happy that she kept bending over. But after the disappointed city lord and his party left, the shrewd lady suddenly felt that the one tael of silver in her hand would be more valuable than the hundred taels of silver she would get in the future. Seeing that she looked unhappy, the waiter asked:

"Madam boss, what's wrong?"

Shaking her head, the fat woman had a look of regret on her face, as if the delicious and favorite meat she had eaten had only been dropped into dog shit after just one bite. She couldn't pick it up or put it down, and her mood was extremely bad.

"If that guy saw me like this, he would definitely laugh at me."

"Are you talking about Master Fang Huan?"

The fat woman nodded, sighed, and then cursed:

"This brat really doesn't know what's good for him. He left without saying goodbye! Next time we meet, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

"Madam, if we really can meet, we have to thank him very much. We are just afraid that we will never see each other again. We are just passers-by!"

"You're the only one who talks too much!"

The fat woman took the medicine jar and bowl and went to the hall on the first floor. The waiter scratched his head, looking aggrieved. Did he say something wrong again? He felt that he did nothing wrong! The fat woman knew that they were all passers-by, and many people could only be seen once in their lifetime. Even if they heard relevant news in the future, it would have no relationship. But where did that boy go?

Thinking about it this way, Xia Xiao has always been a mysterious person in the fat woman's mind. His name and identity have always been a mystery, which makes people curious. The fat woman could never have imagined that Xia Xiao is now at sea. In order to avoid the city lord and the eyes of the southerners, he successfully escaped to a ship heading far away, preparing for the next long journey.

Sitting in the twin-bed cabin, Xia Xiao looked at the city of Haikou gradually receding into the distance and asked Ah Zhu:

“Do you feel like you just arrived yesterday?”

Ah Zhu nodded continuously like a little chicken pecking at rice, but after thinking for a while, he said: