"Lingling..." The bell sounded from afar and near, and stopped in front of the gate of the city lord's mansion. Looking at it, there was a gilded six-wheeled carriage. The carriage was extremely spacious, so it was very heavy. There were eight foals pulling the carriage.

As the footsteps rang out, a young man who looked like a noble man walked out of the carriage accompanied by a child.

"Mr. Xi." When the gatekeeper saw the young man, his eyes lit up and bowed.

The young man waved his hand and said, "Is my father in the mansion?"

"Mr. Xi has not left yet. I am probably still discussing with other masters in the imperial room to repair the formation and guard the city in specific matters."

"Then I'll take a rest in there and wait for my father." Although the young man was rich, he was not spoiled and domineering. He reached out and took out a string of coins from his arms and handed them to the gatekeeper.

Then, under the gaze of the gatekeeper, he led the boy behind him into the mansion together. As for the carriage outside the gate, the waiter was pulled into a special greenhouse.

After the waiter left, Miao Xiaomiao, who was hiding on the shaft of the carriage, moved into the flowers.

This first level was passed. Miao Xiaomiao looked at somewhere in the void and felt the various auras in the mansion. Soon, his eyes lit up and he had a goal.

With a strong leap, Miao Xiaomiao climbed onto a tall tree and walked along the branches to the roof. Then he moved forward quietly and silently in the chosen direction.

During this process, although he encountered a group of guards guarding the roof, Miao Xiaomiao arrived at the destination smoothly with his own breath-catching method and silent meat pads.

In the imperial room, a middle-aged man dressed in a round and cloud scarf was asking another young man in the same dress: "How are you preparing for the repair of the formation in three days?"

The young man put down the file in his hand and sighed: "In addition to the city lord, there are also ten formation cultivators, but the problem lies here. I only found seven of the ten formation cultivators, and I really can't find the rest."

"Sir An, I remember that there are records in the file of the monks in the city that the formation cultivation should be twenty-one, so why can't I get together ten people?" Another old man with white hair asked at this time.

"I don't know why, only seven of the twenty-one people were left." The deputy city lord surnamed An sighed and continued to say, "Mr. Xi is in charge of the movements of the monks in the city, so he should know this."

The middle-aged man was the father of the young master in front of the city lord's mansion. After hearing this, he took out a jade pendant from his arms, placed it on the table, and then took down a string of beads on his wrist and placed it with the jade pendant.

In an instant, something surprised the cat on the roof happened. A series of spiritual lights emerged from the beads and poured into the jade pendant. Then the jade pendant shook slightly and released a light curtain horizontally on the table.

Lord Xi's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his right hand and gently pointed towards the light curtain. Then he saw the light curtain swaying slightly, and words appeared.

"This is the situation of monks walking around in the mid-city in recent decades. Let's check it together."

Just as everyone in the house was searching for information, Miao Xiaomiao, who was lying on the roof, instantly scanned the contents of the light curtain.

"It turned out that they left one after another between two years ago and a year ago." Miao Xiaomiao's heart moved slightly. In the light curtain, he not only saw the information of the monks marked with formation cultivation, but also saw the specific information of other monks, including their former address, current address, cultivation level, expertise, specific whereabouts, etc.

This shocked Miao Xiaomiao. It is impossible for the city lord's mansion to collect and master the information of so many cultivators with human power, but what other methods can be found besides human power?

Is it a magic weapon or a restriction?

Just as Miao Xiaomiao was guessing, everyone in the room had found the information about the disappearing formation cultivators. They looked at each other speechlessly, as if they had guesses.

Not long after, Lord Xi sighed slightly: "There are only other cities around who can cover up their whereabouts."

"What should I do? I can't go to the door and ask for it." Lord An said angrily.

"Why do you want it? Forget it, just pretend that there is no such thing." Lord Xi looked at the old man and nodded to him.

Then the old man's right hand shook slightly, and a sport pattern suddenly appeared in his palm. Then the sport pattern broke away from his palm and floated into the air.

"Imperial!" The old man shouted softly, and the runes trembled continuously. Under the gaze of everyone, it scattered and formed a yellow cloud.

"Using the Yellow Turban Strongman is also a good method. After the city lord comes out of the sun, he will report this matter to him." Elder An breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the yellow clouds and said with a smile.

"Huang Ran, come in." Lord Xi shouted outside the door at this time.

After the man wearing green armor walked in from outside the door, Mr. Xi said, "You should know the best of Lord Mo's Yellow Turban Strategy. This time you take it and look for fourteen low-level monks, and then attach it."

"As the Lord's orders!" The man bowed, then spread his hands and lowered his head.

Lord Mo was the old man. After he smiled softly, he waved his hand and the clouds fell steadily into the hands of the man.

After the great man withdrew, Lord Mo poured himself a cup of tea and then said, "What do you think about the groups of strange monks in the city?"

"In my opinion, I will kill you directly for the sake of safety!" Lord An was the most resentful, and his eyes flashed with red light and he immediately said.

Mr. Xi shook his head: "The enemy cannot be in chaos in the city at present. I think we must first use these batches of forces, and wait until the war is over, and then discuss whether to kill or stay."

"I agree with Lord Xi's point of view. No matter who they are, it seems that there is no difference between us in the eyes of the monster. This force is not in vain." Another old man who had not spoken before stroked his beard and said slowly.

"Master Jiang, you won't forget what happened a hundred years ago, right?" Master An said solemnly.

"How can I forget that?" Lord Jiang frowned first, and then said mysteriously: "I have a trick to prevent them from having a knife behind their back. As long as Lord Xi informs me of their location, and then Lord Mo borrows more than ten Yellow Turban Strongmen, this matter will be successful."

"Okay." Lord Xi and Lord Mo said in unison.

When Miao Xiaomiao, who was lying on the roof, was shocked when she heard this. Fortunately, he came tonight, otherwise he would not know how he died!

Lord Jiang in the room put a cloud group larger than just now into his sleeves, then sat aside with his eyes flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Lord Xi seemed a little tired. He waved his hand and sighed: "Sometimes I really envy those monks. After they reach the foundation-building stage, they will not feel tired, and their work efficiency will be greatly improved."
Chapter completed!