Chapter 344: Tianmen City Lord Mao Ding

Tianmen City, inside the City Lord's Mansion.

Mao Ding was in the study room, and there was a tall stack of books in front of him, which recorded the documents and instructions sent by the Tiandao League in the city in the last month.

Although the Nine Cities of Tiandao League are nine cities in name, they are actually independent.

But for some government orders, they still need to listen to the orders of the headquarters of the Tiandao League.

If the headquarters asks you to do something, then you must do it, and you must not disobey, otherwise the end will be that the head of the Tiandao League Shenguan Hall invites you to drink tea inside the General League.

The headquarters of Tiandao League is located in Tiandao City, the center of Zhenling Lake, and orders are sent through documents on weekdays.

Fortunately, the Tiandao League has no strict control over the other eight cities. Although the other eight city owners will receive orders every month, most of them are miscellaneous, easy and effortless tasks.

"My lord, there is someone outside the mansion asking to see you!" At this moment, the guard's voice came from outside the study.

"Who wants to see me?" Mao Ding asked subconsciously.

"I don't know, but the aura of the person coming here is the same as that of the city master, so he must be a noble cultivator!" After thinking about it for a while, the guard told the truth.

"Oh, a cultivator?" Mao Ding was a little surprised when he heard this, "I guess he is a direct disciple from another family. He wants to come to my Tianmen City to settle down after going out to practice!"

Thinking of this, he ordered the guard outside the door: "Let them wait in the side hall, and I will be there soon!"

The guard took the order to leave, but Mao Ding thought about it, then called another guard again, and whispered an order.

After he finished giving the order and asked the other party to retreat, he walked towards the side hall.

City Lord's Mansion, side hall.

Under the leadership of the guards, the three of Lei Yi have already sat down.

Among them, Tiejiang Zhao sat first, followed by Xuan Wuyan and Lei Yi, and the three sat in order.

Lei Yi looked at this room with some surprises. It was antique, and the tables, chairs and benches were all made of mahogany. There were many landscape calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and there were many screens in the corner of the room.

The layout of this room really makes people wonder whether they have really traveled to ancient times.

Soon,

Mao Ding has arrived.

The owner of the Mao city was about sixty years old, with gray hair, a long and thin beard on the corner of his mouth, a thin face, a high frontal bone, and slightly squinted eyes. He looked quite shrewd.

But the most attractive thing is his attire. He is wearing a white brocade robe, a high crown on his head, and jade hanging around his waist. When he walks around, the wide sleeves flutter in the wind, giving people a sense of airiness.

Lei Yi looked at the lord of Tianmen City, and always felt that the other party was like a weird county magistrate, and seeing the shrewd appearance on the other party's face, he might be a corrupt official.

Mao Ding also saw the three of Lei Yi, and when he squinted his eyes, a powerful sense of consciousness swept over the bodies of the three of them.

This change also surprised Lei Yi in his heart.

Immortal cultivator, this city lord is actually an immortal cultivator. The method he used just now was not the spiritual power of a warrior, but the spiritual consciousness of an immortal cultivator!

There is an essential difference between spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, and warriors may not feel it, but they are both immortals, but they can spot the difference immediately.

Mao Ding's spiritual consciousness is so strong, the glance just now is like silver needles piercing through the whole body, such dense spiritual consciousness makes Lei Yi almost hold his breath.

It's hard for him to judge whether Mao Ding is strong or not, but this power of divine sense has already made Lei Yi feel a sudden sense of horror.

"Two God-refining Realm, one Foundation-Building Junior, what kind of combination is this?" Mao Ding sensed the strength of Lei Yi and the others immediately.

Logically speaking, for general disciples to practice, it is only right for a few juniors to form a team together.

Even if there are elders leading the way, one elder leads four or five younger generations, and most of the elders hide in the dark, letting the younger generations act on their own.

Only in this way can the purpose of experience be achieved.

As for the three of Lei Yi, it was actually two "elders" leading a junior, which was a little strange.

Mao Ding sat directly on the main seat, looked at the three people in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and then asked: "I don't know which city you two come from, which family are you from, what are you doing in my Tianmen City?"

"We, husband and wife, met City Lord Mao with our disciples!" Tiejiang Zhao was the most eloquent, so it was up to him to introduce himself.

As he said, he pointed to Xuan Wuyan and Lei Yi, "To be honest, the three of us actually came from the human world and wanted to join the Heavenly Dao League!"

"What, came from the human world!" Hearing these words, Mao Ding's slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened wide, and the aura on his body also changed accordingly.

If his original aura was described as white clouds fluttering, it would be covered with dark clouds at this moment.

"Come from the human world, you dare to appear in front of the city lord, aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly!" Mao Ding locked his eyes on the three of them and glared.

"City Master Mao, you are serious. Although the three of us came from the human world, we are also here to join our relatives, so I hope the Lord City Master can pass on the news on your behalf. My husband and I are naturally grateful!"

With that said, Blacksmith Zhao took out a bag from his waist, weighed it, and handed it to Mao Ding directly.

"Hmph, it's too whimsical for you to actually want to bribe the city lord!"

Unexpectedly, when Mao Ding saw Blacksmith Zhao's actions, he directly angrily reprimanded, waved his hands and said: "Very well, don't think that the city lord can't see it, you are harboring evil intentions. Tell me honestly, what is the purpose of coming to the Heavenly Dao League!"

But even though he said so, he waved his hand and suddenly used a means to grab the bag in Zhao Tiejiang's hand with the magical power of capturing objects from the air.

"Mao City Lord, our husband and wife really came to seek refuge with our relatives!" Seeing this, Blacksmith Zhao secretly sent Lei Yi to calm down, and then continued to explain.

"Huh, relative!" Mao Ding snorted coldly, and said with a sneer, "I have nine cities in the Heavenly Dao League, each with a population of over one million, adding up to tens of millions of people. Do I have to ask the owner of the city one by one, who is it?" Are your relatives okay?"

"City Master Mao, you worry too much. Naturally, you don't need to do anything about finding someone!" Blacksmith Zhao waved his hand, pointed to Xuan Wuyan, the author beside him, and said, "This is my wife, Xuan Wuyan, she You must know your father's name!"

"Oh, who is it?" Mao Ding frowned slightly after hearing this, and asked subconsciously.

"Father Xuanzhai!" This time, it was Xuan Wuyan who spoke directly.

"What!" Hearing these four words, Mao Ding stood up from the chair with a "rub".

It's no wonder he lost his composure, because Xuanzhe's name is too big and resounding.

The other party is the deputy leader of the Tiandao League, second only to the general leader who has been retreating all the year round.

He also did not expect that the daughter of the deputy leader of the Heavenly Dao League would come from the human world and just appear in his Tianmen City.

For a moment, doubts, doubts, distrust, and other emotions flickered in Mao Ding's mind.

When he heard the news, he didn't believe it. After all, it was too shocking.

However, what if this matter is true, what if Xuanzhai really has a daughter living outside, and the identity of the other party is not a problem.

He doesn't know the internal situation of the Xuan family, but Mao Ding is cautious by nature, and he needs to consider the consequences of everything he does.

If the identities of these two people are false today, he can directly suppress them, but if it is true, if he knows about it and does not report it, it will be a different situation if Xuanzhe finds out about it in the future.

If the worst case really happened, Mao Ding might have to try the "iron and blood cast death sentence" of the Iron Hall Master of Shenguan Hall.

That taste... Just thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle.

"Come here, send the three honored guests down to rest!" Mao Ding stood up and gave instructions to the door, and a guard came immediately.

"Three, your identities are still subject to discussion. I will reply to you after the city lord confirms one or two with the Federation!"

After Mao Ding finished speaking, he pointed to the guards who came in, "During this period of time, please wait for the news in my city lord's mansion!"

"Three, please!" Although the guard was only at the sixth rank, his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and he signaled Lei Yi and the others to leave with him.

"I'll thank City Lord Mao first!" Zhao Tiejiang took the lead and bowed his hands to Mao Ding, then took Xuan Wuyan and Lei Yi and left with the guard.

Seeing Blacksmith Zhao and the others leave, Mao Ding sat back on his seat.

"I thought it was a small role, but I didn't expect it to be so big!" He recalled the conversation just now, with lingering fear in his heart.

The strength of Zhao Tiejiang and Xuan Wuyan is not weak, but there is still some gap compared with him.

Even though there is only one realm difference between the realm of refining gods and the realm of Faxiang, the gap in supernatural powers is vastly different.

If Mao Ding sacrificed his Dharma image, ten or eight god refining realms would be no match for him.

But the opponent has the relationship of Xuanzhe, so it is impossible for him to take down the opponent.

"Wen Xiucai, what do you think of this matter?" Mao Ding asked in a low voice towards a corner of the side hall.

In the corner, came out a man in his thirties, wearing a blue scholar's robe, with an ordinary appearance.

He has a short black beard at the corner of his mouth, wears a square scarf on his head, holds a folding fan, and hangs jade around his waist. He looks like a scholar.

"City Master Qi, we don't need to worry about this matter at all, you just pass on the news of these three people, and the Xuan family will send someone here!" After this person appeared, he cupped his hands at Mao Ding and said calmly .

"That's right, but if there is any problem with the identities of these three people, the owner of this city will have to be beaten by the people of the Xuan family, and they will be accused of lax censorship!" Mao Ding worried.

"City Master, you are too worried. I think there is no problem with the identities of these three people. If there is a problem, how dare they reveal their identities in front of you!"

But the scholar shook his head, and said calmly: "In our Tianmen City, besides the city lord, you are a master of the Faxiang Realm, there are General Lin and I, even if the three of them can't make trouble!"

Despite his frail appearance, the scholar is also a genuine eighth-rank martial artist.

It's a pity that he is not a cultivator, and his aura is not as strong as Mao Ding's.

"That's true!" Hearing the scholar's words, Mao Ding nodded.

There are two eighth ranks in my Tianmen City, plus myself, how can those three people find Hualang.

Thinking of this, Mao Ding went back to the study, immediately repaired a book, and sent it to Tiandao City in the center of Jiucheng.