I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Luoshui River.

Zhou Yi rowed the oars lightly, and the black-awned boat drifted freely.

"Waiting in vain, who said monsters are smart..."

After coming out of the Dragon Palace, Zhou Yi turned into a fisherman and waited on the river.

Dozens of demon kings gathered in the hall, and as long as three or five passed through the water, they would earn a few divine passages or magical weapons and beasts in vain.

Judging from the memory of Dream Eater, the actions of the demon clan in the demon country outside the territory are destined to make the Demon Slayer Division suffer in Daqian.

It's a pity that all ghosts are cautious in human territory and don't take the usual path.

"It's better to be the Demon Slayer Division!"

Zhou Yi's mana wrapped around the awning boat and instantly turned into an arrow from the string, sailing towards Luo Jing.

At dawn, I saw Luoshui Pier in the distance, with hundreds of boats and thousands of sails scattered all over the river.

At this time, the fish market is coming to an end. The fishermen who have finished selling the good fish are laying out the remaining bad fish casually and lying on the boat to rest.

The shops on the shore were bustling with people, fishermen and trackers gathered together to tell stories in the water and on the shore.

Zhou Yi's boat shuttled among the boats, turning sharply and going straight as he pleased, which attracted cheers from the fishermen.

Boating is no better than driving a car, and even fishermen with decades of experience can't say they can control the boat so flexibly.

When I approached the shore, I saw a dozen people surrounding a boatman, shouting the price.

"Twenty taels!"

"Twenty-five taels!"

"Master Lu's house will pay thirty taels!"

"..."

"One hundred taels from Chunfeng Tower!"

Zhou Yi, the person who made the last bid, also knew a steward from Chunfeng Tower, whose name seemed to be Hu Da.

The bidding sound attracted many fishermen. When they heard the price of one hundred and two days, even the men on the shore stretched their necks to watch.

"One hundred taels!"

Zhou Yi turned around and asked the fishermen watching the excitement: "Boatman, how do you sell this fish?"

"One penny for a catty, buy ten catties for eight cents."

Zhou Yi suddenly felt a toothache. It turned out that his salary had been cheated by Chunfeng Tower!

With a strong movement of his feet, the awning boat quickly approached the boatman. With a flick of his finger, the mana hit Huda on the back of the head.

"Which..."

Hu Da turned his head angrily. When he saw Zhou Yi, his waist instantly bent ninety degrees: "Master Zhou, are you here to buy fish too?"

Chunfeng Tower is Luojing's most elite gouran, even vixens can protect it, but there are two guests it cannot afford to offend.

One is Zhang Cheng and the other is Zhou Yi. The boss asked the stewards to recognize their portraits every day.

An expert in refining the gods disdained to conflict with the Chunfeng Tower, but it was easy to destroy it.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly: "I heard you shouting the price, come and see, what fish is worth a hundred taels?"

"Master Zhou is truly blessed. Today, I met the fresh Luoshui arowana!"

Hu Da pushed left and right to open a way for Zhou Yiqing to see clearly the surrounded boatmen.

The boatman held the fish basket tightly. The fish inside were golden in color and still alive and kicking out of the water.

"The Luoshui Arowana actually has dragon energy."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed and he discovered that the dragon fish had the aura of the dragon and would turn into a demon in a few years.

"Boatman, how do you sell this fish?"

"One hundred...or fifty taels?"

When the boatman saw Huda, who usually bought fish, he knelt down to the man in front of him, knowing that he had a distinguished status, and looked a little nervous.

Although there are patrol officers at Luoshui Wharf, they can only make Huda and others fearful, and are nothing in the eyes of true nobles.

Zhou Yi took out a hundred taels of silver notes and pointed at the awning boat: "One hundred taels, plus my boat, is that okay?"

This boat was bought from a fisherman last night for fifteen taels. It had been blessed with mana along the way. The wood was as hard as fine steel, but the weight did not increase.

"Okay, okay, okay."

The fishermen nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Yi took the dragon fish and asked again: "Isn't it difficult to catch this fish?"

"It's very difficult. The noble man doesn't know that there was just such a small fish last night..."

The boatman got money and a boat. He felt happy and danced: "I dragged my net and swam for more than ten miles before I caught it."

"You're bragging, Sixth. Can such a big fish be able to drag the boat?"

"One hundred taels, hurry up and get a wife."

"You know very well, Widow Sun and Lao Liu have been in love for a long time, haha!"

The fishermen nearby were making noises. There were many stories of getting rich on the river. They cast their nets to catch rare fish, gold hairpins, jade bracelets, and jewelry.

Of course, when there is wind and rain, the boat capsizes and feeds the fish even more.

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Then you have to thank Jiang God for his blessing."

The boatman shook his head and said, "Young lady, you don't know. The Luoshui River is not under the control of the River God. You have to go to Taizu Temple to worship."

"Taizu Temple..."

Zhou Yi asked where the Ming Temple was, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Taizu Temple is located next to Luoshui Pier. It stands tall with red tiles and gold paint, and is extremely conspicuous among the low buildings.

As long as the fishermen on the riverside have good catches, they will come to the temple to burn incense, so there is already a steady stream of pilgrims early in the morning.

The temple occupies a large area and is patrolled by soldiers.

There are free incense candles at the door, and people who enter the temple can take one for themselves.

Taizu Temple is different from other temples. There are no vendors or calligraphers shouting at the door, and the pilgrims are in an orderly manner. This makes it seem more solemn and pious.

Zhou Yi took three sticks of incense, queued for a while and entered the temple, where there were two temple priests waiting on the left and right.

His eyes flashed with aura, trying to see through the temple to Zhu Xiu, but the strong power of the incense obscured his vision, making it difficult to see clearly.

Directly in front is the statue of Taizu, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, which is majestic.

He is more than two feet tall, wearing a golden helmet and silver armor. He holds a sword in one hand and a seal in the other.

There are no other subordinate officials on the left and right, only a golden dragon at his feet. Only the head of the golden dragon is exposed, and the dragon's body is coiled into a seat for Taizu to sit upright.

Zhou Yi bowed, lit the incense and put it in the incense burner, then turned and left.

Miao Zhu didn't even raise his eyes to look at it. Taizu Temple was under the full-time jurisdiction of the Zongren Mansion, which was much colder than Buddhist and Taoist temples.

If it were not for Taizu's instructions, anyone could offer incense, and Taizu temples in various places in Daqian would be closed, and no one would be allowed to approach within ten miles.

Zhou Yi had great admiration for Taizu Daqian. Although many monks called him a solitary man or a butcher, the prosperity of Yunzhou's humanity began with the founding of Daqian.

For example, this dragon fish, before the founding of the Daqian Kingdom, was a disaster rather than a blessing for mortals to catch it.

It can be as simple as annihilating the whole family, or as serious as causing a flood, causing countless casualties, proving that the Dragon Palace cannot be humiliated!

Riding the clouds back to Qingfeng Xiaozhu, he took back the clone that had not yet gone on duty, and found that Luo Li Shen Niu Mao Jiu was still sleeping soundly.

Zhou Yi's nose twitched and he smelled the strong smell of alcohol from the peach branches and leaves. He picked up the wine bottle on the stone table and shook it.

More than a thousand kilograms of monkey wine are missing!

The immortal is drunk, but he just doesn't want to wake up. His soul will still have clear memories of everything he has experienced.

"Okay! I wouldn't want to pick a leaf on weekdays, but now you're stealing my spiritual wine!"

Zhou Yi raised his brows. This fairy peach tree was becoming increasingly useless. It tricked him into inputting mana for thousands of years every day, and yet it went even further.

The sword energy flashed, and a peach branch fell into his hand, just enough to sharpen a wooden sword.

The fairy peach tree felt the peach branch fall, and the branches and leaves trembled slightly. It woke up from the drunkenness, and was about to defend, but found that Zhou Yi had already carried the dragon fish to go on duty.

Moo

The sacred cow opened its eyes, its horns pressed against the branch of the fairy peach tree.

You know what to say and what not to say!

Mao Jiu jumped on the back of the sacred cow and stepped on it to loosen its muscles and bones.

"Master Niu is mighty! Master Niu, that old Taoist must still have monkey wine, why not go and ask him for a drink?"

Luo Li was the only one in the courtyard who was really drunk. He was slowly refining the medicinal effects of the spirit wine in his deep sleep, and was about to break through to the eighth level of martial arts.

After studying hard for several years, you can reach the ninth level. After practicing with the immortal for a few months, you can advance to the eighth level.

There is nothing more wonderful than this in life.

…

Ministry of Things.

Zhou Yi was holding a fish basket in one hand and a copper pot in the other.

Chen Ying saw it and quickly took it over, recognizing the dragon fish at a glance.

"As expected of Brother Zhou, he actually found such a rare spiritual fish. It just so happened that I learned how to cook fish from the imperial chef, and it finally came in handy today."

Zhou Yi did not care about why Chen Ying, who came from a wealthy family, was proficient in wine making, tea frying, cooking, drama, and female celebrities...

"Lao Zhang is still in Chunfeng Tower?"

I saw Lao Zhang at Chunfeng Tower last night, and the scene was unbearable.

A pear blossom presses against the crabapple tree.

Chen Ying skillfully killed the fish and scraped the scales, and said: "Brother Zhang is in poor health and has asked for leave today."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Cheng appeared in the room, with no lip marks on his face and clothes tied crookedly.

"Old Zhou, you are going to be prosperous!"

"???"

Zhou Yi looked confused. Could it be that Qingfeng Xiaozhu was going to be demolished?

Zhang Cheng said: "Do you remember Sanwu, the Taoist who blocked the Demon Slayer Gate?"

"Of course I do."

Zhou Yi did not hide anything, the city god's secret agents came to his door, and the relationship between the two could no longer be concealed.

Outsiders thought that Sanwu was a bookworm, so he turned to Zhouyi at every turn. Sanwu believed that Zhou Yi was a great sage who lived in seclusion in the Demon Slayer Division and compiled books for the human race, so he regarded him as a close friend.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Zhang Cheng circled Zhou Yi twice and asked, "You and Lao Zhang, let me tell you the truth..."

Zhou Yi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Zhang Cheng had seen through his hidden identity? Once exposed, the Demon Slayer Division would definitely not be able to stay any longer.

"...Are you lucky enough to go out on the street every day to pick up money?"

"Then will I still live in Deshengfang?"

Zhou Yi rolled his eyes, Lao Zhang thinks wildly every day, what kind of luck can be better than the support of Mr. Reader!

Chen Ying boiled water and put the sliced ​​arowana fillets in.

High-end ingredients require the simplest cooking method. Just soak them in boiling water, open the package and add seasonings to produce endless deliciousness.

At the same time, he asked with a gossipy face: "Brother Zhang, what happened?"

"Ahem, according to reliable information, Sanwu's fellow... No, it's Senior Sanwu who is actually related to the Bull Riding Immortal."

Zhang Cheng pointed to the painting on the wall and said with a mysterious face: "The one who was the registered disciple of Zhenxian Huayang is also the ancestor of Zhenwu Sanwu!"

"How did you know?"

Zhou Yi was puzzled, how could what happened in a few hours spread so quickly and become a hot search topic?

"The news released by Luo Jing City God is that he and Sanwu have been friends for hundreds of years. A mountain god attended the Dragon King's banquet last night. I saw it with my own eyes!"

Zhang Cheng affirmed: "No matter how daring, no one dares to fax the immortal news randomly, it should be true."

"That's impossible to say..."

Zhou Yi looked weird. Some people were so courageous that they dared to change and pretend to be a true immortal.

Chen Ying's face was full of envy. It would be great if he had a true immortal ancestor.

Why don't you learn how to cook fish? Come and cook fish for me!