Quick Wear: Saving Three Thousand Matches

After entering the human world, Jin Jiusi made major changes to his and Mu Si's appearance.

In this way, they can cleverly avoid many unnecessary troubles.

At this moment, in people's eyes, they are just ordinary passers-by.

After watching the competition, Jin Jiusi enthusiastically pulled Mu Si along, walking and stopping along the way, lingering in front of various dazzling stalls.

Before they knew it, they arrived in front of a bustling teahouse.

As soon as they entered the teahouse, Jin Jiusi took out a gold leaf from his pocket. The waiter's eyes lit up and he immediately took the two of them to the private room on the second floor.

In the center of the stage downstairs, a storyteller was telling a story in a lively and vivid manner.

The audience sitting around were all excited and listened with great joy.

Jin Jiusi leaned lazily against the window. At the same time, Mu Si considerately handed the candied haws to her lips.

She took a bite of the sweet and sour candied haws, pricked up her ears, and listened attentively to the story downstairs.

It is said that eighteen years ago, the wife of the mayor of Wenyue City gave birth to a son.

As soon as the baby was born, his whole body was fiery red, like a burning flame.

The city lord was shocked when he saw this scene, and he felt very anxious, fearing that this strange baby would bring bad luck to Wenyue City.

So he made a prompt decision and secretly sent his servants to throw the baby into the mountains under the cover of night, leaving it to fend for itself.

The servant took the order and left. Along the way, he heard the baby's heart-wrenching cry and couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

In the end, he still couldn't bear to abandon the baby in the wilderness.

After much deliberation, the servant found a basket, carefully placed the baby in it, and hung the basket high on a big tree.

I just hope that some kind person will pass by here and save this innocent little life.

Maybe it was God's mercy, or maybe it was fate.

On the second day after the baby was abandoned, an old Taoist priest who had traveled all over the world appeared in this forest.

The old Taoist priest hurried forward and took the baby down, deciding to adopt him and teach him his skills and magic.

Under the careful guidance of this old Taoist priest, the baby who was almost dead at that time gradually grew up.

And he is Qin Wucang who is now shining brightly in the talent competition and won the first place!

Hearing this, everyone sighed.

Many people felt that the City Lord's Mansion was too foolish and ignorant to not want such a gifted child and actually cruelly abandoned him.

You know, looking at the entire Wenyue City, Qin Wucang can definitely be called a true child of destiny, and his talent and strength are both first-class.

At this moment, a burst of laughter rang out from the crowd: "Hahahaha, I really wonder if the city lord will regret it so much that he beats his chest and stamps his feet when he finds out that he missed out on such an outstanding son?"

After hearing this, everyone responded in unison.

In an instant, the laughter that rose one after another was like a surging wave, sweeping across the entire teahouse.

"Everything needs evidence, right? We're here to listen to stories just for fun, so we can't take these stories seriously!"

Someone shouted loudly, with a relaxed and happy smile on his face.

"That being said, as the saying goes, 'There's no smoke without fire'! Perhaps there's some hidden reason behind this, don't you agree?"

Another person echoed, a curious glint in his eyes.

At this moment, another person interrupted, "If we talk about the most sought-after talent in Wenyue City right now, it has to be Qin Wucang! Who has the audacity to make such a fool of himself with his background and the City Lord's Mansion?"

As the man spoke, he kept shaking his head.

"Okay, okay, everyone, stop arguing and just continue watching quietly." An old man in the crowd began to persuade.

So everyone gradually stopped talking and focused their attention on the storyteller again.

Upstairs, Jin Jiusi, dressed in red, leaned on the window sill with one hand and held a teacup in the other.

Although her eyes were looking downstairs, her consciousness was communicating with Kong Kong in her sea of consciousness.

"What happened downstairs was arranged by the Son of Heaven, right?" asked Jin Jiusi.

Although it was a question, it was an affirmative tone.

Kong Kong: [That's right, Master. And this teahouse is his private property.]

Upon hearing this, Jin Jiusi paused for a moment, "If what's said downstairs is true, then besides wanting to become famous, he also wants to use this to seek revenge on the City Lord's Mansion, right?"

Kong Kong: [Yes, Master.]

Jin Jiusi nodded in understanding, turned to look at Mu Si and said, "Ah Si, would you like to go with me to the City Lord's Mansion to rest tonight?"

Mu Si raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her, then quickly looked away, "Okay, I'll listen to you, sister."

Kong Kong: I’m afraid the drunkard’s real intention is not in the bar.

As night fell, Jin Jiusi and Mu Si arrived outside the City Lord's Mansion.

Mu Si walked over first and said to the guard at the door, "Excuse me, may I stay at your house for one night? I will reward you handsomely."

The guard saw that he was dressed in rags and said in a cold tone, "Where did you come from, you stinky beggar? You're offering a large reward. Get out of here."

"Didn't you see clearly? This is the city lord's mansion, not a place for a beggar like you." said another guard.

Before Mu Si could speak, Jin Jiusi took the first step.

Two flying knives flew away through the wind, and only two swish sounds were heard, followed by screams that resounded at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

"When did it become the turn of two ants to criticize me?"

Jin Jiusi said as he walked towards Mu Si.

The two guards covered their injured mouths and looked at Jin Jiusi in horror.

Mu Si looked at Jin Jiusi who came to his side, and his heart warmed.

Jin Jiusi waved his hand, and a stream of purple spiritual power hit the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

There was a loud bang and the door suddenly opened by itself.

Soon, a man who looked like a housekeeper walked out of the door. After seeing the scene at the door, he was frightened and quickly smiled and said, "Don't blame me, fellow Daoist. It's all because of my ignorance. The city lord wants to see you."

The butler secretly wiped the sweat off his forehead. He couldn't even see through the cultivation level of these two people.

Is it because his cultivation level is too high? Or is he using something to hide his cultivation level?

No matter which possibility it was, he couldn't afford to offend anyone.

Otherwise, the force of the knock on the door just now might have hit his head.

"Tsk, you have some good eyesight."

Jin Jiusi glanced at the butler and pulled Mu Si into the City Lord's Mansion with satisfaction.

Entering the City Lord's Mansion, the spacious courtyard was brightly lit.

The City Lord was already in the hall to greet them. With a hint of fear in his eyes, he bowed and said, "It is truly an honor for the City Lord's Mansion to have you two fellow Daoists here. I hope you will forgive the offense I just caused you."

Jin Jiusi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked nonchalantly, "Are you asking about the Lord of Yuecheng?"

"Yes, yes." The city lord nodded repeatedly.

There are many capable people in the mansion, and the one with the highest cultivation level is only an elder in the late Jindan stage. The cultivation level of these two is hard to tell.

"I think you don't mind if I borrow the guest room in the City Lord's Mansion to rest for a while tonight?" asked Jin Jiusi.

The city lord's face brightened slightly, and he immediately winked at the butler.

The housekeeper approached her cautiously and said respectfully, "I have prepared a room for you two. I will take you there right away."

Jin Jiusi and Mu Si then followed the housekeeper and left. When the city lord saw the two of them walking away, he spread out his hands and looked at the light sweat on his palms.