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

Ministry of Things.

Zhou Yi is imagining the Bell of Desolation, training his yin spirit, and striving to be promoted to day tour as soon as possible.

Chief Secretary Chen led a young man in, opened the door, and introduced with a smile.

"Old Zhou, this is the new official, the young master of the Cui family, Cui Yuan."

After Zhang Cheng resigned, there was a vacancy for minor officials. Many people took the path of Master Chen, hoping to contribute to the court. Unexpectedly, they ended up falling on the young master of the Cui family.

The Cui family is one of the most aristocratic families in the world, and Master Chen can be called a young master, at least as a member of the direct clan.

With such a status, it was too aggrieved to be a minor official in the Ministry of Things, even if he was a colleague of Zhou Yi.

There are great scholars in the Cui clan who are good at teaching disciples, and they have far more prospects than the Lian Shen who followed the path of becoming a monk.

Cui Yuan did not have the arrogance of a young master from an aristocratic family. He bowed and saluted and said, "I have met Zhenren Zhou and Brother Chen."

"Um……"

Zhou Yi agreed, Cui Yuan smelled a familiar smell, his eyes flashed with spiritual light, and he cast Zhanzhan Qi Technique.

Luck is gray and black, and life is short.

Master Chen told Cui Yuan a few more words, which were not about the rules of the Ministry of Things, but kept mentioning that Zhou Yi and Chen Ying were diligent in practicing and had no time to copy bibliographies.

Cui Yuan immediately understood and said: "Uncle Chen, my nephew was born with blocked meridians and weak soul, unable to practice. Leave the task of copying the books to me."

"That's just right. It's not a problem to be too busy every day."

Master Chen took out a bag of tea leaves from his sleeve and placed it on Zhou Yi's table: "Old Zhou, this is the spirit-nourishing tea made by my sister-in-law herself. Let me give you a pound of tea to drink. If there is not enough, there is more."

When Chen Ying heard this, he looked in disbelief.

The Nourishing Spirit Tea is made from the Ningshen Flower and is unique. There is a spiritual field suitable for planting the Ningshen Flower in the mother clan.

The annual output is only three to five kilograms.

"Old Chen, don't be so formal. Thank County Master Chen for me later."

Of course Zhou Yi knew that spiritual tea was precious, and the spiritual tea that nourished the spirits was far inferior to the spiritual tea from Baiyun Temple, so it couldn't handle the large quantity.

Master Chen immediately let go, from bowing slightly to showing his official belly.

"I told my sister-in-law that there is no need to be so solemn. Due to our friendship, we cannot borrow a Taoist scripture. I have already told Chunfeng Tower that when I go to drink in the future, I will put it on the Ministry of Materials account."

"Haha, Lao Chen is so awesome."

Of course Zhou Yi had no shortage of money to drink and listen to music, but he was favored by Master Chen.

Master Chen was a Jinshi scholar and understood the value of the Jingmingshui Sutra. He also understood that guiding Chen Ying in his practice was not for spiritual tea or anything else, but purely for friendship.

Cui Yuan on the side was very curious as to what Taoist scriptures could be worth a pound of spiritual tea, but the newcomer had just arrived, so it was not easy to ask too much.

On the contrary, it was the strange bronze bell on Zhouyi's table. Cui Yuan took a few glances and felt that it was very mysterious.

Approaching the lower value.

After Cui Yuan handed over today's book list, he said, "I have reserved a private room at Dashun Zhai. Would you like to treat Master Zhou and Brother Chen to a meal?"

Chen Ying smiled and said: "Brother Yuan, are you sincerely treating me?"

Cui Yuan nodded and said, "That's natural."

Chen Ying said: "Whoever is sincere will go to Dashunzhai, which is a place to discuss official business."

Cui Yuan asked doubtfully: "Where should we go?"

Chen Ying chuckled and said, "Of course it's Chunfeng Tower!"

Although Zhang Cheng resigned, his spirit of going to Chunfeng Tower when he had something to do, and even more when he had nothing to do, remained in the Ministry of Mononology forever.

"I have been weak since I was a child, and I have never been..."

Cui Yuan looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with a handsome face, a slightly haggard and pale complexion, and a thin figure that seemed to float away in the wind.

"Brother Yuan is overthinking. We're just going to eat and drink."

Chen Ying said smoothly: "Brother Zhou has been gone for a few years, and now he is still... wuwuwu?"

"Shut up if you can't speak!"

An hour later.

Cui Yuan hugged him from left to right, feeling very happy.

This is proof that happiness is contagious and that learning bad things is self-taught.

Cui Yuan's appearance and temperament are exactly what girls dream of as a weak scholar. Coupled with the Cui surname, he is even more perfect than the man in the storybook.

It's approaching midnight.

Cui Yuan reluctantly said goodbye to his newly recognized sisters and agreed to come back for a heart-to-heart talk tomorrow.

Zhou Yi asked with a smile: "Why don't you stay overnight?"

"Brother Zhou should be able to see my condition. If you want to live a few more days, you should exercise some restraint."

Goulan is indeed a good place to build relationships. After only visiting once, Cui Yuan became much less reserved in front of Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi is different from the Cui family scholars in that he is gentle and approachable.

Zhou Yi asked: "The Cui family can't do anything?"

Cui Yuan shook his head and replied: "They said that unless the real immortal comes, there is no cure."

Zhou Yi said: "Then you shouldn't come to the Ministry of Things. The evil spirit in the underground is a bit strong."

"They made arrangements, so I had no choice but to come."

While Cui Yuan was talking, he saw the carriage waiting at the door and said, "Brother Zhou, I'm going home."

"Um."

Zhou Yi looked at the carriage disappearing into the night and raised the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting, that old dragon's sons are everywhere!"

The first time I saw Cui Yuan, I smelled the smell of dragon blood, and it seemed that there was some secret method to cover it up. If Zhou Yi hadn't killed many Dragon Palace spies and refined the true dragon's blood with his own hands, he might not be able to sense it.

With a half-dragon body, although his cultivation aptitude is low, his physical body should be far superior to ordinary people, and his lifespan should be longer than that of a simple human being.

"Another poor man!"

Clouds formed under Zhou Yi's feet, soared into the sky, and he returned home in an instant.

Gungun was sleeping soundly on the peach tree, refining the elixir in his body, and suddenly he flew into the air.

Ying Ying Ying!

Without even opening his eyes, he smelled a familiar smell and turned over to continue sleeping.

Mao Jiu watched with helpless eyes. When the immortal returned home, he did not talk to the owner of the backyard first, but instead favored Gungun, the loser.

"There really is alien blood!"

Zhou Yi used his magical power to sense, and there was a ray of magical power in Gungun's body. It was so weak that it seemed to be there but not at all.

After killing the Goshawk Demon King, he obtained the magical power of earth evil: regulating birds.

Taming birds, the method of taming and controlling animals, can purify and stimulate the bloodline of monsters and beasts, returning to their ancestors.

Meow!

Mao Jiu jumped on Zhou Yi's shoulders, rubbing against him and acting coquettishly.

Zhou Yi pointed at Mao Jiu's forehead, used his magical power to regulate birds, and immediately sensed the powerful power of blood.

The power of blood flows, and there is a faint sound of Buddha singing.

Hululu!

Mao Jiu purred comfortably, feeling that his strength was growing rapidly.

"As expected, the Immortal still loves me the most!"

…

The night falls.

The county town was silent, except for the occasional barking of dogs.

swish swish...

Shadows followed the walls and gathered from all directions, surrounding a mansion.

Fushun Escort Agency.

The chief bodyguard is ranked fourth grade. He has six Qi-refining bodyguard chiefs and hundreds of top-grade bodyguards under his command. He is famous in Hang County and even Jinhua County.

Yin Shi is approaching dawn, people are sleeping the most deeply, and the secret sentry on duty is also very sleepy.

The shadow lurking in the darkness fell into the courtyard and pulled out the Ming and Shao secret sentinels one by one.

The smoke blew into the room where the bodyguard rested. When the medicine took effect, he opened the door and tied up everyone inside.

call out!

Suddenly, the sound of thunder shot up into the sky, which was extremely harsh in the quiet night, waking up the experts in the escort agency.

The qi refining master jumped into the air and roared angrily when he saw the figure of the policeman surrounding the escort agency.

"Enemy attack!"