Rong Fei followed Xiao Shunzi to find a place to take a bath, changed into the white shirt given by Yu Qingzhi, and had a full meal beautifully, then said goodbye to Xiao Shunzi and left the palace.

Walking out of the gate of the palace, Rong Fei tightened the cloth bag containing the reward on his back, and followed the route pointed out by Xiao Shunzi to find the location of the Yamen of the Immortal Division.

The prosperity of the capital made Ji Rouer, who had never seen the world, feel rich and charming. But for Rong Fei, who has seen a large city with a population of tens of millions in his previous life, it is a lively county level.

Ten years after being reborn, the customs and customs of this world have long been no longer fresh. Quickly crossed the streets and alleys and came to the long street south of the palace that Xiao Shunzi said.

The Rokubu Yamen is located on both sides of this long street, so this long street is nicknamed Qingyun Street by the people of Kyoto.

Taking the meaning of smooth progress, over time, the original name of this long street is no longer remembered.

Walking along the long street from south to north two-thirds of the distance, you can see a three-zhang high, majestic two-story gatehouse, this is the yamen of the criminal department.

Opposite the yamen of the criminal department is a gatehouse of almost equal height, but dilapidated and gray, above the main entrance of the gatehouse hangs a mottled and dilapidated plaque, on which are written three large characters that can no longer distinguish the original color--the Immortal Division.

On both sides of Qingyun Street, because most of the large and small offices of the imperial court are offices, there are no shops and residences, so there are not many pedestrians on the street in the past.

But when Rong Fei came here, he saw from a distance that a large group of people had gathered in front of the dilapidated building opposite the yamen of the Criminal Department.

A crisp and pleasant woman's voice came out of the crowd, but the content of the words was not very pleasant to Rong Fei.

"What kind of bullshit is to catch the immortals, and I am not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue, and my aunt and grandmother smashed it today, so as not to annoy people."

As soon as the woman's words fell, a ray of light rose from the center of the crowd and hit the dilapidated plaque on the dilapidated gatehouse.

The plaque was already rotten, and it was torn apart by the slightest touch of the colored glow, turning into countless debris and falling down.

Rong Fei, who realized that something was wrong when he heard the voice, squeezed through the crowd and came to the circle, and when he looked up, he saw that the bluestone steps in front of the main entrance of the Immortal Division were covered with plaque debris, and several heads could be seen poking out to check the situation on the inside of the main entrance.

It should be the office staff of the Yamen of the Immortal Division, but in the face of the face-breaking thing of the plaque of their own yamen being smashed, those people not only did not come out to stop it, but their eyes were full of panic.

The woman, who seemed to be afraid of being smashed on the plaque, rushed in and beat them up.

Although he has only just joined, he has no sense of identity with the Immortal Division. But things hurt their kind, and Rong Fei's heart is still mixed.

was bullied like this, and there was not even a single one who dared to stand up and speak, and the Immortal Division was really a soft persimmon that could be kneaded at will.

Is it right or wrong to join the Immortal Division?

Just as Rong Fei sighed, there was a sudden quarrel in the Immortal Division.

"Gu Fengxiao, you're crazy, don't make trouble for everyone."

"It's just a rotten plaque, just replace it with a new one, just endure it and it's over."

"Let go of me, you shameless, I still want it."

Immediately, a figure rushed out of the door, and Rong Fei fixed his eyes to see that it was a young catcher in a cyan soap coat.

The soap coat is the uniform of catching fast, but this soap coat is different from the uniform that Rong Fei wore in Fencheng, and there is a patch embroidered with a monster pattern on its chest.

The monster Rong Fei recognized, the body shape was like a cow, the whole body was long-haired, and the first horn was born, which was the legendary beast Hedgehog.

The young man rushed out of the gate and stood still on the steps, holding a knife in his right hand and a pair of shackles in his left, shouting angrily at the woman who had smashed the plaque.

"Murong Qiushui, don't think that you can do whatever you want by relying on the name of Qiankun Temple. This arrest will arrest you today on charges of destroying the property of the court and trampling on the majesty of the court. ”

After drinking, he raised his sword and shackles and threw himself at the woman standing in the open space in the center of the crowd.

Tut-tut, it's not rotten to the roots, and finally there is a man with seeds.

Rong Fei's heart was half relieved, half sarcastic.

At this time, he had time to see the woman who smashed the plaque of the Immortal Division.

I saw a woman named Murong Qiushui holding a white jade pole in her right hand, and her left hand was behind her. He was wearing a pale cyan robe, with a silver silk weave tied around his waist, and a girdle connected by a jade ring in the middle. Although the robe is wide, with this waist, it shows a slender figure.

The hair was tied in a simple bun and held in place with only a jade slat. The plain makeup without powder is exquisitely carved, revealing a cold and glamorous temperament.

Seeing that the capture was coming violently, Murong Qiushui's eyes showed disdain, and he snorted coldly and swept out with a wave of dust.

"It's just nine products, and I dare to shout with my aunt and grandmother, and I will teach you how to be a man today."

Halfway through the dust, a colorful glow suddenly appeared, like a thick whip and swept towards the catch.

At this time, the catcher was still in mid-air, and he was about to be swept up by the colorful glow when he saw that he couldn't dodge. With a loud shout, a faint green light appeared on the blade of the knife and slashed down at the colorful glow that rolled in front of him.

Most of the surrounding spectators were middle- and lower-level officials from various yamen, and they knew how powerful the cultivators were, and when they saw the colorful glow and green mang, they hurriedly retreated to a safe distance.

In this way, Rong Fei was left in the field, like a referee.

Rong Fei didn't panic, took a few steps back, and still stood at a relatively close distance.

It was rare to be able to witness the battle between cultivators at such a close distance, and Rong Fei didn't want to let go of such an opportunity to observe and learn.

The young and fast cultivator was obviously not on the same level as the beautiful Taoist Murong Qiushui, the cyan sword and the colorful glow collided together, there was no colorful visual effects, and there was no deafening sound, but the sound of the wave like a blister bursting came out, and the cyan sword was shattered, turning into a little halo and dissipating.

However, the young catcher also took advantage of the moment when the colorful glow was blocked and stagnant to let his figure fall to the ground, and then hurriedly fell to the ground and rolled forward to dodge.

The colorful glow rolled up into the air and landed on the bluestone paved steps, and there was a boom, and the steps were punched into a large pit, and the broken stones mixed with the earth splattered everywhere.

In the first fight, although the young catcher was invincible to the female Taoist, he also succeeded in narrowing the distance between the two, from the original two zhang apart to only one zhang apart at this time.

As soon as the blow missed, he was bullied by the other party, but Murong Qiushui didn't panic at all, and moved to the front of him and wiped the jade ring on his waist. The jade ring flashed with a flash of light, and a stack of yellow rune paper appeared out of thin air in Murong Qiushui's left hand.

"Golden Crow."

Murong Qiushui snorted and threw out a piece of rune paper towards the young man.

As soon as the rune paper left his hand, it burned into a ball of flames, and after a chirping sound, three fire shadows flew out of the flames and rushed towards the catcher.

The steel knife in his hand surged again, and the brush knife slashed towards the three golden crows formed by the flames at a very fast speed.

It's a pity that no matter how fast the steel knife chopped, it was limited after all, but it only smashed two golden crows, and was hit into his arms by a golden crow that broke through the knife net, and instantly exploded into a ball of flames that enveloped the upper body of the young catcher.

At the moment when the flames burst into flames, Qingmang appeared on Zhukuai's body and wrapped it barely to resist the burning, but after the flames and Qingmang receded, Rong Fei still saw that the young Zhukuai's face was smoky and burned into a flower-faced cat, and there was green smoke on the top of his head.

The young catcher looked miserable, but his actual actions were unaffected, and he had already approached six feet in front of Murong Qiushui.

Qiankun Guan dominates the cultivation world with spells and alchemy, but is not good at hand-to-hand combat. Murong Qiushui only had to retreat at this time to regain a safe distance.

But Murong Qiushui is also a stubborn temper, he is a dignified and holy aunt, walking in the world, and was forced to retreat by a mere nine-grade monk, and he can't hold his face when he spreads it.

Therefore, Murong Qiushui did not retreat for half a step, raised his slender jade hand, and threw out all the remaining rune papers.

"Golden Crow Purgatory."

In Murong Qiushui's coquettish cheers, the rune paper flew over and formed a ring on its own, and then burst into flames to form a ring of fire. The golden light flashed in the circular position in the middle of the ring of fire, and one by one the flame golden crows flew out, rushing towards the young catcher who was close at hand.

What kind of Golden Crow Purgatory, it is clear that it is to be cremated directly.

Rong Fei couldn't bear to be killed in the fire when he was young, and was about to rush forward to pounce on him.

But seeing a triumphant smile on the corner of the catcher's mouth, his body suddenly became illusory, and he disappeared directly in place in the next moment.

Murong Qiushui also noticed the change in the young catcher, his complexion changed suddenly, and he said in his heart. Immediately, the dust reappeared, and the colorful glow swept towards the empty space in front of him.

Two clicks of gold and iron made a crisp sound.

A young figure appeared in front of Murong Qiushui's originally empty body, and the shackles that he had been holding in his hand were also handcuffed to Murong Qiushui's left wrist.

"You're arrested... Poof..."

Before he could finish speaking, a shimmer of colorful light swept over the young catcher's left shoulder.

Catching a huge shock, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes rolled and he fainted to the ground.

The colorful glow on the dust dissipated, and Murong Qiushui seemed to have been drained of his essence by something, and he fell to the ground with a pale face and trembling all over.

"Detained... Immortal... Fetters! ”

Murong Qiushui looked at the shackles on his left wrist that were blue and black, flashing with a little silver light, and gritted his teeth.

Legend has it that 800 years ago, the god of capture collected different iron from outside the sky, supplemented by the ancient magic circle, and made eight sets of shackles specifically for practitioners, called the shackles of the immortals. The shackles of the Immortal Restraint are only a little heavy on ordinary people, but if they are handcuffed to a cultivator, they will imprison the mana of their whole body, and make their bodies weak, even inferior to ordinary people.

Once locked by it, unless it is opened with a key also made of extraterrestrial iron, there is no other way.

Each set of shackles has only one key, and the keys are not interchangeable. Once the only key in this world is lost, you can only stay in shackles for the rest of your life, or cut off your limbs to get out of trouble.

Although Murong Qiushui was only locked on his left wrist, it was no different from his limbs being locked, and the spiritual power in his body was no longer at all, and his hands and feet were even more sore.

A look of fear and panic flashed in Murong Qiushui's eyes, and then he came to his senses and went to look for the key on the fainted young catcher.

Sleeves, placket... I searched everywhere I could, but I found nothing.

Murong Qiushui turned his head to look at the main gate of the Immortal Division, and saw that the previous few people were still looking around, frowned, and shouted coldly.

"Stupid, why don't you take the key and untie this damn chain."

Several people in the Immortal Division Gate glanced at each other, discussed a few words in a low voice, and felt that the Holy Maiden of Qiankun Guan was not easy to offend, so it was better to let go of this big trouble quickly, so they turned around and went back to the yamen to get the key to unlock.

But he saw a young man in a white shirt walk up to Murong Qiushui, bent down and scooped the chain in his hand and weighed it a few times before saying.

"It's a felony to release someone privately, and I want to see who dares!"