As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

If his second brother Chen Zhiming doesn't show up, he will roll up his sleeves and do it himself!

Sheriff's Mansion.

Langya County Magistrate Jiang Daomo stood on the attic and overlooked the delegation at the city gate.

"This young marquis has no idea how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!"

Beside him, Piao Miao Sect elder Wang Houde frowned and said, "After his commotion, I'm afraid it won't have a good impact on you!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Jiang Daomo said calmly: "Langya County is not something that Chang'an can control."

"That's true."

Wang Houde showed some envy.

Although Piao Miao Sect is also a holy place, the bloodline of the saints did not remain in Piao Miao Sect. Even the holy weapons are incomplete and cannot exert their true power at all!

“Seeing that young marquis, I am quite curious.

Why did you, the Piao Miao Sect, decide to get engaged to Chen Liu Hou?"

Jiang Daomo said calmly: "And it was Sect Master Xi who took the initiative to come to exchange the marriage certificate!"

"this..."

Wang Houde hesitated and said, "The Sect Master may have her own ideas. I am not sure about them!"

"Haha~"

Jiang Daomo said with a slight sneer on his face: "No matter from Chen Liuhou's cultivation or background, he is far from Piao Miao Sect.

Chenliu is far away in the northern wilderness.

A place where people eat raw meat and drink blood.

Chen A'man is also a well-known loser who is not good at business.

Of course, you took the initiative to marry him not because you were attracted by the title of Marquis of Chenliu.

presumably,

It is for the Holy Soldiers of the Holy Lord Piaomiao——

The divine furnace!"

Wang Houde's expression changed slightly.

The reason for marrying into the Chenliu Marquis Mansion was indeed for the Divine Fire Furnace.

The Divine Fire Furnace has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, but the fire has long been extinguished.

They received inside information.

There is the Holy Ruins Divine Fire in Chenliu, but unfortunately, after years of private searching, no trace of it has been found.

Until Xi Mengqing took Zhu Wan'er to Chang'an to visit Chen Aman.

Then things took a turn for the better.

It turned out that Chen Zhiming, the son of Chen A'man, had accidentally entered the holy ruins.

And I have seen the divine fire with my own eyes.

So with Xi Mengyao's best efforts, they got together.

Zhu Wan'er, who was only seven years old, and Chen Zhiming, who was eight years old, became childhood sweethearts.

Three years later, they exchanged birthdays and got engaged!

As for what happened afterwards.

Wang Houde really didn't know.

All we know is that twelve years ago, Chen Zhiming brought Zhu Wan'er into the Holy Ruins.

Not long after that.

The sect leader took Zhu Wan'er and left Chang'an.

Returned to Piao Miao Sect.

Then,

Rumors spread in Chang'an City that Chen Zhiming's Qi Sea was destroyed and his path to Taoism was hopeless...

......

After a long silence, Wang Houde laughed dryly and changed the subject: "Mr. County Governor, are we just going to let the delegation run wild like this?"

"if not?"

Jiang Daomo said calmly, with his hands behind his back, "He's just a young playboy. Do you really want you and me to go and greet him?"

"After all, he came from Chang'an..."

Wang Houde hesitated and said, "On behalf of that person's face!"

"Brother Wang, you seem to have made a mistake."

Jiang Daomo said domineeringly: "Over the past ten thousand years, dynasties have changed countless times, but Langya has always been the Langya of my Jiang family!

It is the present emperor.

You can’t disobey this rule!”

"Been taught a lesson!"

Wang Houde looked at the domineering Jiang Daomo.

I feel so disgusted.

If the holy soldiers of my Piao Miao Sect are intact, then how can we not be a holy place?

Why would I bow my head and marry the saint to you...

......

At the city gate.

The diplomatic envoys cleared the way and led the huge crowd of refugees into the city.

Chen Zhian stood on the carriage.

He looked expressionlessly into the depths of the inner city.

There, there were the sounds of uniform footsteps, moving towards the city gate step by step.

The footsteps shook the whole area, as if they were stepping on the hearts of the refugees.

Chen Zhian felt that a repressed emotion was growing among the refugees.

Fear was revealed in the refugees' numb eyes.

But no one moved back!

In just three months, of the more than 30,000 refugees who were driven out of the city, only nearly 10,000 are still alive.

If they had not encountered the diplomatic corps, these more than 10,000 people would probably have been buried in the wilderness long ago.

No place will take them.

They are not refugees, but they are more miserable than refugees.

Because this is not a natural disaster.

It’s a man-made disaster!

Returning to Langya City is their last hope!