After Li Qiu finished cultivating the Spirit Snake Skill, he began to cultivate Aoki Duel, controlling his qi and blood to run and temper his body according to Aoki Duel's practice route.

In the afternoon, he walked out of the door and practiced the Qingshuang knife technique in the courtyard for a while.

Thanks to the refining of the Great Tendons by cultivating the Spirit Snake Skill, he faintly felt that the force between the moves was smoother, and the movements seemed to become faster.

This change was very subtle and not obvious, after all, he had not been cultivating the Spirit Snake Skill for a long time.

The cultivation of the Spirit Snake Gong was on the right track, and Li Qiu remembered the matter of the Heavenly Survey Division and prepared to go out to visit Wang Bochao.

He walked out of the martial arts hall and walked in the direction of Wang Bochao's mansion.

Along the way, there were few pedestrians on the usually crowded avenue, and they seemed to be so frightened by the news of Yan Zhenbei's escape that they didn't dare to go out.

From time to time, there were soldiers with spears in their hands or swords at their waists, and they hurriedly walked around with serious expressions and searched the whole city.

Li Qiu came to Wang Bochao's house, chatted a few words, and asked him about the Sky Survey Division.

"Brother Wang, I heard from my master that the imperial court has an organization dedicated to killing Yin Ghosts, I don't know how to join the Heaven Survey Division?"

Lying on the bed, with gauze wrapped around his neck, and his complexion was slightly better than a few days ago, Wang Bochao chuckled.

"I don't know much about the Sky Survey Division, I only know that it is set up in Fuzhou, if there are warriors who want to join the Sky Survey Division, they can go to the Fuzhou Sky Survey Division to participate in the assessment, as long as they pass the assessment of the Sky Survey Division, they can join the Sky Survey Division and become a Sky Surveyor. ”

"However, the assessment of the Sky Survey Division is not easy to pass, it is not required to be a martial artist in the Dirty Period, but it must have the strength of the Dirty Period, and there are very few martial artists who can join the Sky Survey Division every year to become a Sky Surveyor. ”

Li Qiu thought about it for a while, the territory of the Great Qian, a total of twelve states, Fuzhou is almost located in the center of the Great Qian, and the Heavenly Survey Division was set up there, which should be to rescue all places in time and eliminate ghosts and monsters as soon as possible.

After all, once something happens, every minute every night will cause more people to die at the hands of the ghosts, and the ghosts will become stronger and the situation will become more tricky.

Wang Bochao could see that Li Qiu asked this question, probably because he wanted to join the Sky Survey Division in the future.

If he was a bystander, Wang Bochao would definitely persuade him to dispel this unrealistic idea.

Because only martial artists with the strength of the Cultivation Period can join the Sky Survey Division.

But for Li Qiu, it shouldn't be difficult to join the Heaven Survey Division, after all, he is a descendant of the Martial Saint whose bloodline has recovered.

It may be difficult for the descendants of the Martial Saint to achieve the Martial Saint, but it is very simple to become a martial artist in the Cultivation Period.

As long as Li Qiu doesn't die young, joining the Sky Survey Division is almost a sure thing.

Wang Bochao didn't know that Li Qiu did plan to join the Sky Survey Division in the future, but there was a gap between the two of them in understanding in the future.

Wang Bochao thought it was decades later, while Li Qiu thought it would be a few years later.

If you find the Yin Ghost during the period, I'm afraid this time will have to be a little earlier......

After Li Qiu learned what he wanted to know, he and Wang Bochao exchanged pleasantries, then said goodbye and left Wang Bochao's mansion.

Near noon, Li Qiu came to a restaurant under the name of the martial arts hall to prepare for dinner.

Sitting by the window on the second floor, Li Qiu ordered a table of wine and food, and looked out the window casually while eating.

Not only are there many fewer pedestrians on the streets than in the past, but there are also many fewer people setting up stalls to sell goods, and it looks a little deserted.

On the street opposite the restaurant is a beggar squatting, unkempt, ragged, tall and thin, skinny, looking like he has not eaten for a long time, which makes people feel pitiful.

Someone passed by, and seeing that the beggar was already so thin that he didn't look like it, he shook his head and threw off the two copper plates, which fell into the broken bowl in front of the beggar, making a clanging sound.

The beggar looked ecstatic, and shook his fist at the passer-by, and kept saying nice words in his mouth until the passer-by was far away.

Li Qiu drank a glass of wine, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The beggar across the street was probably a fake beggar, for his hair was dirty, but it wasn't greasy, and the dirt on his body was more like rolling in the dirt than the dirt that had accumulated over a long period of time.

Li Qiu waved his hand to call Xiao Er and gave him some instructions.

After a while, Xiao Er carried a plate of white steamed buns, walked out of the restaurant and walked in front of the beggar, and said.

"Beggar, this is our son's reward, eat. ”

A touch of coldness flashed in the eyes of the tall and thin beggar, and his expression seemed to be surprised and delighted, and he asked again and again.

"Grateful, grateful!"

"May I ask this little brother, who is your son-in-law?"

"Why do you ask so much? ”

Xiao Er looked impatient, poured the steamed bun into the beggar's broken bowl, and said evilly.

The tall and thin beggar nodded in response, lowered his head, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he picked up the steamed bun and devoured it.

Xiao Er looked at the appearance of the tall and thin beggar and nodded, turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

The tall and thin beggar saw Xiao Er walk into the restaurant, his movements suddenly slowed down, and he no longer looked like he hadn't eaten for a few days, looking at the dirty steamed buns in his hands, his eyes were a little disgusted, he looked left and right and put the steamed buns into the cloth bag casually, picked up the broken bowl and was about to leave.

How could a real beggar not even be able to eat a steamed bun, obviously this is a fake beggar.

The conclusion had been reached, but Li Qiu, who was sitting on the second floor, looked puzzled.

He just wanted to have fun on a whim, so he asked Xiao Er to send steamed buns to the tall and thin beggar to verify the conjecture.

But looking at it, Li Qiu suddenly felt that this tall and thin beggar's eyebrows and eyes were a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

However, the tall and thin beggar had such a special body shape, if he had seen it, he would have had an impression, but it didn't.

No matter what Li Qiu thought, he couldn't think of where he had seen this fake beggar.

He also had this sense of familiarity a few days ago, when he saw the wanted Fang Changqi and the others.

Fang Changqi?Feiyun Village?

Li Qiu's face changed slightly, and he suddenly remembered where he had seen this tall and thin beggar!

On the day when Chen Mao and Guan Hao broke Feiyun Village and returned to Shangjiang City, Yan Zhenbei, the notorious owner of Feiyun Village, was locked up in a prison car made of fine iron, which impressed him deeply.

The eyebrows and eyes of this fake beggar are similar to Yan Zhenbei's, and his appearance is just like Yan Zhenbei's beard cut off and his face is thinner.

Li Qiu looked at the thin back of the tall and thin beggar carrying a tattered cloth bag and holding a broken bowl, and his expression was suspicious.

On that day, he saw Yan Zhenbei's burly figure, like a bear becoming powerful and majestic, how could he become like this?

Could it be that there is a mistake, but it just happens that the two people have similar eyebrows and eyes?

Li Qiu thought for a while, walked out of the restaurant, and followed.

It is rumored that the Black Tiger Ritual practiced by Yan Zhenbei, the owner of Feiyun Village, is a real superior exercise.

If he had the chance, he would love to get it.

The two of them hadn't gone far before the tall and thin beggar seemed to notice it, and he turned around and walked towards a long and remote alley......