Yuan Tian said goodbye to the farmer uncle and hurried to Songjiazhuang. He didn't know how fast the time flow was in the medieval realm in this painting, and if it was faster than the outside, it would be troublesome. If you've been delayed here for a long time, you may have to miss the opening day of the entrance to the secret realm.

When I was in the Giant Tribe before, I learned about the way out of the king from the king blacksmith. As a result, after walking through a misty valley, he came out of the small world realm in a daze. This time I entered the world of the Middle Ages in the painting, and I don't know how to get out of the road. Since I came into the painting from this neighborhood, the way to get out of the painting should be in this place.

Yuan Tian suddenly remembered the man who drank in the painting, and always felt that it should be a key person. Maybe you can ask their mayor, as the mayor of a town, you should know something about the people under your jurisdiction. There is such a drunken man in the town, he should know the way.

The rising sun dispelled the layers of mist, and this white mist really came and went quickly. When the fiery red sunlight sprinkled on Yuantian's face, the fog had all cleared. When I looked up, I just arrived at the entrance of Songjiazhuang, this Zhuangzi is quite particular, and there is actually a wall.

"Who's ahead and stop quickly!"

A small town looks like a city, and although the walls are not high, the two guards standing guard are quite responsible. Seeing a stranger approaching, he immediately raised his vigilance, clenched the steel fork in his hand, and shouted loudly to ask who was coming.

"I'm here from the capital, and I'm looking for your mayor. ”

Yuan Tian swung the sapphire blue sword in his hand and swung it vigorously, bringing out a burst of sword wind. Although he can't emit sword qi without spiritual power now, it is not a problem to use the sword to bring out the sword wind with his physique.

"It's a samurai-sama, please come in. ”

The two guards seemed to be special admirers of the samurai, and their eyes looked directly at the big sword in Gentian's hand, and their envious expressions were revealed. Is this painting the same as the world? The people in this town seem to admire or fear the people from the capital.

Yuan Tian didn't care what the situation was, as long as he could get out of the world realm of the painting earlier, and don't delay the opening of the entrance to the secret realm.

This Songjiazhuang is quite strange, their leader is not called the owner but the mayor. Generally speaking, it is called Zhuangzi, and the people who live in Zhuangzi are basically the same surname. And the person who manages this Zhuangzi should generally be the leader of the group. However, the owner of the farm is called the mayor, and it seems that he was directly appointed by the government.

Gentian walked along the main road, and the cobblestone road was quite wide. The round cobblestones were pressed deep into the pavement. Therefore, the road surface is still relatively smooth and clean, and it is cleaned up in a decent manner.

When passing by a tavern, Gentian deliberately took a look inside. He wasn't hungry for alcohol, but he wanted to see if the drunk in the painting was there. Because I always felt in my heart that the drunk man should be the key to getting out.

It's a pity that he was disappointed this time, there are indeed many drunks in the tavern, but there is no drunkard he is looking for. Looking at the drunks in the tavern, with thick knuckles and tanned faces, you can tell at a glance that they are farmers farming or workers doing rough work.

The drunk man in the painting, although he is naïve with his chest exposed, should be so embarrassed when he has drunk a certain degree of alcohol and his body is hot. This person always has the posture of a literati, and he should be an unambitious talent.

Thinking of this, Yuan Tian couldn't help but smile, if that guy was really a down-and-out show, he could have a pair of poems with him. If the two of them can chant poetry and drink at the same time, it is also a great joy in life. As I pondered, I walked forward, and soon saw the tallest red house on the side of the street.

Good fellow, is there a mistake! This is the mansion where the mayor lives, and it is clearly the palace treasure hall. This mayor is too exaggerated, the house where the head of Zhuangzi lives is so luxurious. The outer wall of the house was built higher than the outer wall of Zhuangzi.

Above the fence stood rows of sturdy guards. Especially the guard guarding the main gate, wearing bright silver armor and holding a long-handled Spring and Autumn broadsword, just like a military general on the battlefield. Yuan Tian wondered for a moment if he was mistaken, was this really just a small village. Do they really care about a warrior from the capital, looking at the skills of this silver-armored guard at his door, it seems that his skills are not low.

"Excuse me, but it's a samurai from the capital, our mayor has calculated that you want to come, so please come in quickly. ”

Suddenly a short and fat man appeared on the wall, and this man was dressed in an interesting way. He has a thin braid and a round hat buttoned on his head. Don't get me wrong, this person is not a woman, but a standard old man. He looks like he is in his fifties, wearing a satin gown with a shy stomach and two mustaches.

Your mayor has already calculated that I am coming?hehe, Yuan Tian couldn't help but smile. If he was really a samurai from the capital, he might really be bluffed by him now. Because he hadn't identified himself yet, the other party knew that Lu Dao was a samurai from the capital who was coming. If you don't know what's going on, you still think that this mayor will be clever.

In fact, it is not, someone must have reported to him. Because Yuan Tian is not a samurai from the capital at all, he just took a big sword and deceived here. He only mentioned to the farmer and the guard at the outer gate that he was a samurai from Kyoto, and that the farmer had gone to work in the fields, so it must have been the guard at the gate who had reported to the mayor.

What method is used to report the message, it must not be the transmission note used. This kind of place shields spiritual power, even if there is a transmission note, it can't be used. Yuan Tian, who had been in the cultivation realm for a long time, probably didn't expect that in fact, the other party used the most traditional method, that is, flying pigeons to transmit messages.

"I heard that your town is in trouble, so I came to take a look. ”

The other party will bluff people, and Yuan Tian will be even more bluffing. Songjiazhuang has not been peaceful recently, and he listened to the farmer's uncle. Judging from Uncle Farmer's expression on his face, he may have thought that Gentian was a samurai sent from Kyoto, and it seems that he came for this purpose. So Yuan Tian will plan and say that he is here to help solve the trouble.

"Open the door and welcome the samurai-sama in. ”

The stocky man with the mustache was the mayor's butler. Don't look at the bear-like look he looks at, the sturdy guard was stunned by his training.

What is this world, Yuan Tian sighed in his heart. Just like the butler's bear, the guard can beat him to death ten times with one slap, and he is still here to listen to him shouting two and three times. It seems that this Songjiazhuang has certain rules, or there are different rules of survival in the medieval world of painting.