The location of the county government is in the south of the county, the door is open, two officials stand there one left and one right, and there is a drum at the door, but the drum is gray on the surface, and it has not been used for a long time.

"Tired, my name is Song Yin, and I am a cultivator of the Golden Immortal Gate, and I ask to see your county order." Song Yin hit a straight ball.

He himself is the type who has something to say, and it's okay to deal with mortals, and he doesn't want to cause surprise, but now if he wants to ask the county order about the righteous path, it is naturally better to show his identity.

As for continuing to disguise his identity to 'Weifu private interview' or something, he has already seen how the county is doing, but he doesn't need to continue to watch.

But after he said this, no one replied to him.

The two officials were stunned, just standing at the door, like a sculpture.

Wang Qizheng shouted: "Senior brother I am talking to you, can't you hear me!" ”

His voice was loud, like the roar of a fierce beast, which shook the bodies of the two servants, and then he came back to his senses.

They took a closer look at what everyone was wearing, and the leader was coarse linen, and his appearance was mediocre, but it was the few people in the back, who were richly dressed, tall and mighty, and indifferent and arrogant, but they looked extraordinary.

Merely.

"Is there anything wrong with you? I'll go and report on it. A servant said.

What's the situation?

Didn't Senior Brother say it explicitly?

What is this attitude?

"Senior brother I want to see the county order, do I still need to report?"

Wang Qizheng stretched out his hand and stirred up a flame.

The fire in his hand is naturally a special person, and the two servants are shocked to take a step back.

"A few immortals, don't get me wrong, the rules are like this, don't be embarrassed by the small ones, and the small ones will be reported."

Seeing this, the older servant glanced at the younger one, and the young one ran inside without saying a word.

But the young one, although he cowered, also guarded the entrance of the yamen and did not let people in.

"Third junior brother." Song Yin Dynasty Wang Qizheng frowned.

Wang Qizheng obediently put away the flame in his hand and glared at the servant.

Song Yin bowed his head: "Don't blame, my junior brother has an impulsive temperament, if he offends, I will pay for it." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The official hurriedly flashed to the side, not accepting Song Yin's gift, not because he didn't want to take it, mainly because when this person lowered his head, the faces of several people behind him were darkened, and the little girl even took out the doll, and always felt that the little girl was very weird, like a ghost at night, so scared that he could only dodge.

"A few people don't embarrass the small ones, the small ones are just a servant, and they can't manage anything, I still respect the immortals very much, but I can't afford to invite them." The official smiled bitterly.

Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu glanced at each other, and they all felt strange.

Please Daisen.

The stall owner said the same thing before, and he didn't realize it at first, but now the more he thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes.

Please Daxian or something, you can do it in Daqian.

The Wanyan Bone of the Lux Sect is specialized in this.

But this is Dayan!

It's not a big job!

In Daqian, the degree of connivance of the senior brother to mortals is far greater than all of them, and the ninth-order qi refiners can be knocked down by a dung fork, and they are not afraid of heaven and earth.

The Qi Refiners of the Golden Immortal Sect who met them loved it, but if you want to say it, you don't have it.

But in the outside world, with their experience, they all have to kneel and kowtow when they meet the great immortals.

How can a mortal be so backbone?

If you look closely, it is also a residue that is not wrong, its essence and spirit are incomplete, and it is ignorant and unaware.

Where did they have the courage to hinder them here?

And listening to his words, this great immortal should be able to be seen at will.

"What the Demon Removal Guardian Dao should have, why do you need to invite it, if you have any difficulties, just say it." Song Yin said.

"No, no, what's the difficulty."

Seeing Song Yin's politeness, the official also relaxed, and said: "A few people are not strange, you people are here to report, the county lord has every opportunity, and I can't be the master, otherwise, you would have gone in early." ”

Zhang Feixuan asked at this time: "You said that you can't afford to invite Daxian, this Daxian is expensive?" ”

The official smiled: "It's funny, it's funny, how expensive is this, what do you do to make money, you subdue demons and eliminate demons, the price is definitely not expensive." ”

As he was talking, the young servant panted and trotted over with another person, who looked like a housekeeper, glanced at Song Yin and the others, and then looked at Wang Qizheng, who was tall and tall, and then arched his hand:

"The little one is the county master's steward, it's polite, the lord is invited, and a few of you are invited to come with me."

"Tired."

Song Yin arched his hand and was led into the lobby.

The lobby is also an ordinary lobby, which is not much different from the ancient appearance in Song Yin's memory, with several desks and an empty middle.

Behind the lobby, there is the residence, which is a combination of government and private, the front lobby is the government office, and the back is the residence of the county order.

Along the way, the steward looked left and right at them, and Wang Qizheng, who was watching, was a little impatient, glared at him and said, "What do you see?" ”

"Don't blame, don't blame."

The steward said, "I saw that the other cultivators were all dressed in uniform and in order to correct their style, but a few of them were different, so I saw more. Several. Where did you come from? ”

Song Yin said: "We are from Jinxian Gate, my name is Song Yin, and these are my junior disciples. ”

He introduced it and continued: "Our sect is not particular about what clothes to wear, and there are not many disciples in the sect. There are also other sects under our sect, most of which are identified by the Fa, but they don't look at their clothes. ”

"I see." The steward nodded, but the corners of his mouth were a glance, Zhang Feixuan looked at it sharply, and he could obviously see that this person was disgusted.

With this kind of look, he has seen a lot in the world.

It's clear that they think their faction is small

A mortal. Think the sect of cultivators is small?

What is the rationale for this?

The steward ushered them into the living room and said with a smile: "A few people sit down for a while, the master is washing and dressing, and he will be there in a while." ”

So saying, he took the lead in retreating.

After a while, a servant came up to bring tea.

"It's pretty polite."

Wang Qizheng shook his head, snorted disdainfully, and picked up the teacup, which was like holding a pocket thing in his hand, lifting the tea lid directly like a cow's drink, and then his brows twisted.

"It's tea foam!" Wang Qi was frowning, his face unhappy.

Zhang Feixuan lifted the lid of the tea and looked at it, but he also looked disgusted, "This is taking us as a guest." ”

Now that his life is better, he doesn't want to drink this kind of tea, and he drinks all the best tea in Daqian.

If it weren't for the senior brother's refusal, he would have wanted the bright girl to pick a new tea to drink with her mouth.

Song Yin's face was unhappy, "People are kind enough to entertain us, but you dislike this and dislike that, it's not a way to be a hospitalist." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and nodded to the servant who had not yet left, "I thank you." ”

The servant was stunned for a moment, he heard it when the servant came just now, these people were cultivators, they were those who came and went.

These individuals don't look at him much on weekdays.

But now, being stared at by this person, he only felt like a spring breeze, and that thank you made his waist straighten.

"No, no, a few immortals, when the county master comes, you will say"

The servant glanced left and right, and only after confirming that there was no one did he stretch out two fingers, "Two hundred taels, it can definitely be done." ”

It's late today, sorry, there's still a chapter, still writing, and it was sent in the early morning

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