Half a month later.

A dishevelled figure gradually approached the gate of Yuanning City. It was Qiu Yan who had come from the mountain.

He walked towards the gate, but before he reached the gate, he was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.

"Stop!" The soldier came over with a long stick in his hand, shouting, "Refugees who encounter bandits are not allowed to enter the city. Go to the refugee shed in the south and report your name. You can get a bowl of porridge."

"Refugees who encounter bandits?" Qiu Yan was stunned, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. He stood up and saluted, "My dear soldier, I am a student who returned from traveling abroad. I met robbers on the way and all my belongings were taken away. I came back after a lot of trouble."

"Returning student?" The soldier was stunned when he heard it, "Aren't you from the village in the south?"

Hearing the word "village in the south", Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head, saying, "No."

The soldier looked him up and down. Although Qiu Yan was wearing rags and his face was covered with dust, he looked at him carefully and saw that his eyebrows were clear and his body was upright. He believed it a little, but still asked according to the rules: "Do you have proof?"

"Yes." Qiu Yan nodded, "My uncle is the manager of Mr. Pan's house in the city. Send someone to ask and you will know."

"The steward of Mr. Pan's family?" Upon hearing this, the soldier took a breath, and then said in a friendly manner, "Since it is Mr. Pan's family, it must be true. I will send someone to take you there." After saying this, he turned around and shouted, and a man came over. After listening to the soldier's order, he led Qiu Yan into the city.

The moment he entered the city, the roll of green shirt in Qiu Yan's hand trembled slightly, and a strange color flashed on his face.

The person who led the way was a ruffian in the city. He was the best at observing people's words and expressions. He joked all the way and was like an old friend of Qiu Yan for many years. Soon they arrived at a mansion.

There were high walls and courtyards, red painted gates, and a plaque on the door with two big characters written on it -

Pan Mansion.

"We are here, please ask the steward to come out, so I can go back and give a reply."

Qiu Yan nodded. He knew that this person was an informant. The soldier had a duty and could not leave without permission, so he asked someone to come over. He said it was a guard, but in fact it was to monitor and prevent forgery.

At this time, a voice came from the side of the road. Qiu Yan heard it and immediately showed a happy face. He turned around and said, "Cousin, what a coincidence, I just ran into you."

The man who came was a man about 30 years old, wearing a straight gown, slightly bent his waist, and looked respectful. He was talking to a boy of 15 or 16 years old beside him.

Hearing Qiu Yan's words, the man had not yet answered. The boy frowned at the two people blocking the door and showed displeasure: "Who are you? Blocking in front of my house?" As he said, he glanced at Qiu Yan with disgust on his face, "Go to other places to beg for food! Blocking here, dirtying the stone steps in front of the door, watch out for your dog legs!"

"This boy, such a crazy tone!"

Qiu Yan's eyelids jumped. The other party's condescending tone really made him unhappy. Whether in his previous life or this life, he rarely had such a scene of being scolded in person. However, thinking of his current appearance, his heart gradually calmed down.

"This man is not very old, but he has an arrogant air. It must be due to his pampered upbringing."

The leader bowed and said with a smile: "Master Pan San, I am Wang Qiaozi, and I greet you. We came here with this young man. He said he is related to the steward of the mansion..."

"Which steward?" Master Pan San saw Wang Qiaozi bowing, his face eased a little, and he glanced at Qiu Yan again, "There are so many stewards in the mansion..."

At this time, the man next to him stepped forward and asked uncertainly: "Is it Qiu Yan's cousin?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Qiaoer, who was next to Qiu Yan, rolled her eyes and remembered the name in her heart.

Master Pan San turned his head and glanced: "Liu Yue, do you know this man?"

The man named Liu Yue looked at Qiu Yan carefully at this time, and the more he looked, the more he looked like him. Just as he was about to speak, Qiu Yan had stepped forward to greet him.

"Is he really your relative? How did he become like this?" Young Master Pan San saw this and became more and more unhappy. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, take him back to your home quickly. Don't block him here. If someone sees him, it will bring shame to our Pan Mansion!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm leaving now. I hope you won't mind. My cousin has had some changes at home recently..." He was about to explain, but Young Master Pan San didn't want to listen and urged Liu Yue to take people away.

Although Liu Yue was not a servant of the Pan Mansion, he was signed as a long-term worker. His father also worked in the mansion. The whole family lived in the Pan Mansion. He didn't dare to disobey orders at all. He led Qiu Yan away obediently.

Seeing this, Wang Qiaoer greeted Young Master Pan San again and left.

He ran all the way and returned to the city gate in half a cup of tea. The soldiers guarding the city saw him and smiled and said, "Looking at you, the boy should not be lying, but just in case, you still have to report your name and check the household registration to know your recent whereabouts."

Next to him, a gray-clothed clerk took a piece of paper and a pen.

"Mr. Li is right, but the boy is slippery. I tried to ask him in a roundabout way, but he didn't reveal his name. Fortunately, I found a flaw in the end..."

"Stop talking nonsense," interrupted Mr. Li, "Just tell me the name."

"Yes, the man is called... called... hiss..." Wang Qiao'er was originally smiling, but she opened her mouth, but she couldn't say the name. In the end, she frowned and looked like she was trying to remember.

"What's wrong? What's his name?" The soldier surnamed Li was impatient.

"This..." Wang Qiaoer smiled bitterly, "I actually forgot it!"

"You forgot it in just a short while? Trash!" The soldier surnamed Li raised his hand and slapped Wang Qiaoer in the face.

Amid the crisp sound, Wang Qiaoer begged for mercy: "Master Li, don't be angry, Master Li, don't be angry!" He retreated as he spoke. Some ruffians gathered in the distance, all of whom were called by the soldiers to help. Seeing this, they all laughed.

Wang Qiaoer retreated a few steps, lowered his head and said nothing, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

However, no one noticed that a little white light was gradually dissipating in his left ear.

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"Fortunately, I was prepared in advance and divided a little divine power. As for erasing memories, with my current ability, that is absolutely impossible to do, but it is not difficult to confuse shallow memories and make them incomplete."

Qiu Yan had already arrived at Liu Yue's house at this time.

Liu Yue's home is a courtyard, with a door on one side and three houses on the other, forming a courtyard. Qiu Yan was holding a small basin and washing at the corner. After half a month's journey, even though his muscles and bones were not tired, he was inevitably dusty and dirty. After washing, he felt refreshed.

After a simple wash, he changed into coarse cloth clothes. Qiu Yan first took the blue shirt, which was still attached to his original body.

"However, it is only a temporary measure now. The soldiers guarding the gate actually intercepted the refugees, and it seems that they only target the villages in the south. If I guessed it, I'm afraid..."

After packing up, Qiu Yan's aunt and sister-in-law had prepared a simple meal and invited Qiu Yan to sit down.

"For now, we must first improve our strength, and also find out the foundation of the Tongshan King. To improve our strength, in addition to finding the methods of sexual cultivation and life cultivation mentioned by the crow demon, the simplest method is the way of God."

While eating, Qiu Yan's eyes fell on the blue shirt beside the table.

"The way of God may seem mysterious, but I have been a mountain god for decades, and I have some experience. What I lack is nothing more than the power of incense and vows. I can't go back to Minyuan Mountain for the time being. Even if I can go back, it is difficult to accumulate much divine power with the position of the broken mountain god. It is not enough to protect myself, let alone improve my strength. I must find a way to open up a new situation. When I entered the city just now, I clearly felt..."

Qiu Yan was thinking, and suddenly there was a hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Is Yan'er really back? God has eyes..."

The voice came, and then saw an old man over fifty years old walked into the room.

The old man was wearing a dark blue deep coat, and the hem was slightly turned up, probably because he walked in a hurry, and his feet were dragging it.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Qiu Yan who was eating, and ran over.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan stood up and was about to bow, but before he could stand still, the old man came up to him and patted his shoulder vigorously. The other party looked at Qiu Yan carefully and nodded repeatedly: "It's really Yan'er, it's really Yan'er!"

"Father, I said it, my cousin is fine..." Outside the door, Liu Yue stepped over the threshold and complained.

"You can keep calm?" The old man turned around and scolded, "I heard that the bandits invaded the border and several villages in the south were slaughtered. I thought Yan'er was also buried in the hands of the bandits. Now you have returned safely, how can you stay calm?"

This old man is Qiu Yan's uncle in his previous life, Liu Huai.

On the other side, Qiu Yan also captured a very key message from the other party's words-

"Bandits invaded the border? It was obviously a monster slaughtering the village and eating people, how come it became bandits invading the border here? Where did the bandits come from?"