Those in the temple who had eaten early all presented a few pages of manuscripts to Wushen in an orderly manner, and then took their leave. These manuscripts were a record of their work during the week, and they were required to submit them once a week to ensure that they did not miss any problems that might exist in the city, depending on the responsibilities of the members.

Before joining the Rock, Wu Chuan had already led his clan in battles against some sporadic invading Demon Sect cultivators, and he was one of the most experienced leaders in fighting cultivators in the human world, so it was most suitable for him to review each report.

By the time the people in the room were almost finished, Wujiang had already finished eating, and was looking through the codex, glancing at Jiang Yan who was still looking for the maid to add food from time to time, and the maid's embarrassed voice faintly came into his ears, "Lord Jiang, there is really no food... Soup, you've already drunk it!"

Wu Zhen rubbed his forehead, he felt that if he didn't stop it, the poor maid was afraid that she would cry.

"Jiang Yan, if you haven't eaten enough, I will approve you to Qichen tomorrow, go back to the house to rest for a few days, and go back to eat enough by the way. Wu Zhan said, and if Jiang Yan is fed here, the grain in his inventory will soon be closed again.

Hearing this, Jiang Yan suddenly turned his head to look at him, with a surprised expression: "Is what the adult said true?" After speaking, he stuffed the empty dishes and chopsticks in his hand to the maid, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and reached into his arms with his oily hand to fum, and finally found a few crumpled pieces of paper.

Jiang Yan respectfully presented the oil-stained manuscript to Wu Zhan, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth: "Descend, you are so good to me~"

"I'm so good to you, shouldn't you work harder to repay me?" Wu Zhen had worked with him for many years, and seemed unusually calm about his way of doing things, he took the manuscript without changing his face, and said lightly: "To get back to the point, the main reason for letting you go back is because I received a message from the Hidden Ministry, and they said that there is something 'not peaceful' near your home. ”

Jiang Yan's expression was stunned when he heard this, he tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Isn't it peaceful? I have to go back and take a look, my wives who are like flowers and jade are all in the house, if something really happens and I am frightened, Lord Wu will have to compensate me for a wife." After speaking, he looked at Wuzhu with blank eyes.

Does it really make you so happy? The tenacity that Wu Zhen has cultivated for decades can't help but be disgusted by him, he glared at Jiang Yan and motioned for him to leave quickly: "If you don't leave, I'll treat you like to stay in my little hall, and I'll send someone to add a bed for you to come in tomorrow, how about it?"

"No, still no!" Jiang Yan shook his head violently, winked at Wuzhuan, and ran away.

Before going back tomorrow, he still has to rush back to his residence to pack his things, they, the elite members of the rock, have specially set aside an area in the outer city of Qianming City for them to live and live, otherwise, with the size of Guangyao City, if they have to go back and forth between the two places every day, some people who live far away will have to spend at least half a day on the road.

After Jiang Yan entered the house, his face instantly lost the smile he had just now, his indifferent eyes quickly swept over the room, and he checked a few more mechanisms, and finally confirmed that no one had come in. The candle was lit, and since he would not be able to leave until tomorrow, he packed his things at an unhurried pace.

Although he only went back for a few days, he had too many bits and pieces, such as the important seal of the source crane, some secret letters, a few strange multiplayer sports guides, etc., and some of his favorite gadgets, all of which needed to be taken away when he left for many days, so as not to be unlucky enough to encounter the water and be burned down.

After everything was cleaned up, Jiang Yan took out a wooden box from under the bed, the appearance of this wooden box was unremarkable, because it had existed for a long time, and the surface was even a little mildew and blackened, but the moment it was opened, it made the whole room swing out of a circle of brilliance, and the brilliance flashed, only to see that there were some metal products of different shapes in the box in a disorderly manner, shining in the candlelight, Jiang Yan picked a few times in it, and finally took out a finger sleeve with a sharp front.

He put the finger cuff in front of his eyes and turned it, his eyes seemed to drift to another place, and muttered, "I haven't used you for a long time, so I'll take you out this time." ”

Outside the window, the moonlight was just right, but at the same time in the Jiang Mansion, it was the night that Liu Qingmian was struggling to support.

Time turned back, and returned to Jiang Huaiyi's empty position again.

"What about Jiang Huaiyi?" several people were puzzled, and Liu Qingmian also ran out like waking up from a big dream, and ran to Jiang Huaiyi, who fell onto the street.

When Liu Qingmian arrived, Jiang Huaiyi had already sat up from the ground, although he had been yearning for the sky since he was a child, and he also liked to climb up and jump off on weekdays to experience the feeling of leaping, but this time the trapeze experience came too suddenly, and there was no image at all, which made him very confused. His dark suit had been covered with a layer of white ash that couldn't be removed, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was the ash, but he had fallen on someone else's flour bag.

Looking up, he met the victim, Aunt Zhang's reproachful eyes, and there was a bubbling oil pot next to her, in which a few strings of sugar and oil fruits were fried, fragrant and bubbling.

Jiang Huaiyi swallowed his saliva, his heart palpitated, and muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, I didn't fall into the oil pot..."

Liu Qingmian supported Jiang Huaiyi while supporting her, but in fact, she checked the blind jade bracelet on her lower arm with the help of this posture, and found that the suppression function of the bracelet was running as always, so she was relieved. At the moment when she inadvertently released her true breath just now, there were at least dozens of aura locked on her nearby, and in her previous intentional perception, she did not find so many cultivators around, she could only say that the number of cultivators in Guangyao City was far more than it seemed on the surface!

If it was just the true breath of the Yunxian Sect, it would be fine, but Jiang Huaiyi's sudden scare just now made her inadvertently use the trick of exploding the true breath in a short period of time, but the power just now was not only the true breath of the Yunxian Sect.

The moment Jiang Huaiyi flew out, she knew what she had done, the reason why she stayed where she was was because she was too surprised, after this released true breath, it actually contained an extremely faint, but indeed demonic aura that belonged to the Blood God Tribulation.

This was also the reason why the cultivators around her just now noticed her.

Fortunately, this extremely faint aura was fleeting, and Liu Qingmian pretended not to find that he was being probed by other cultivators, checking whether Jiang Huaiyi was okay, and soon after, those curious cultivators pursued to no avail, so they withdrew their exploration techniques.

Under Lin Yurou's urging, Liu Qingmian told him about being deliberately frightened by Jiang Huaiyi just now, so he accidentally knocked him away, and the few people who learned the ins and outs of the matter were naturally happy to laugh, and the person concerned was still stuck in the whirlwind just now, sitting there in a daze, fortunately, when he asked him if he wanted to eat sugar and oil fruits, he still knew how to nod, but he didn't fall stupid.

Taking advantage of the fact that the noodle stall was still queuing, Liu Qingmian specially ran back to Aunt Zhang, who was selling sugar and oil fruits just now, and saw her spilled flour in her pocket with a sad face, and there was a large piece scattered next to it.

The snow-white flour swept all over the door of the stall, and several footprints had been stepped on it, and due to the barrier of the flour, it stained a few customers who originally wanted to buy sugar and oil fruits to eat, causing them to leave in a huff, can this aunt not worry?

Liu Qingmian looked at everything in front of her and was hesitating how to look away, but her eyes suddenly stuck to a few footprints on the surface of the flour, and she didn't know which guest's soles were particularly dirty, leaving black footprints on them, which was quite disgusting, but this picture was like a person lost in the snow to her now, and suddenly saw a street sign that could point the way.

Ten minutes later.

"Liu Qingmian won't have eaten it there, right? Lin Yurou ate the noodles and said inarticulately, while reconciling Liu Qingmian's bowl of noodles, she turned to the absent-minded Jiang Huaiyi and shouted: "Jiang Gongzi, are you going to see her?"

"Uh-oh, okay. Hearing this, Jiang Huaiyi put down his chopsticks and walked towards the stall just now. Under Lin Yurou's popular science, he now knows the ins and outs of what happened just now, and as soon as he took two steps, he saw Liu Qingmian struggling to drag a big bag with one hand, and grabbing five servings of sugar and oil fruits with the other hand—bought with Jiang Huaiyi's money.

The big pocket was white, and there was white ash falling down when dragging it, Jiang Huaiyi rushed over with an arrow step, and without saying a word, he put his pocket on his back, and smiled at Liu Qingmian handsomely.

Liu Qingmian's empty hands were full of white flour, and she didn't stretch or let go, just as she had nowhere to stop it, she looked helplessly at Jiang Huaiyi's clothes that had been turned white by flour, and was very puzzled by his sudden handsomeness: "Huaiyi, weren't you really stupid just now?"

Jiang Huaiyi turned a deaf ear to her sarcasm and said with a smile: "You don't look at what your own clothes look like, how can you keep your clothes consistent with me if I'm not like this?"

"The Buddha is above, this kid is really stupid."

When the two returned to the noodle stall again, Liu Qingmian had already briefly said her thoughts, and Jiang Huaiyi was amazed to hear it, so after returning to the noodle shop, the bag of flour was also carefully put back on the ground by Jiang Huai, because its value had greatly increased at this time.

The two put down the sugar and oil fruits, sat back and ate noodles silently, but their gray appearance surprised several people at the table, especially Lin Yurou, who almost popped out the noodles, "What am I doing? What are you doing here?" She stretched out her head and saw a large bag of flour brought by the two, and said loudly: "Why did you bring the flour back?" Jiang Huaiyi, didn't you lie on it enough just now?"

Jiang Huaiyi glanced at her, buried his head in sucking the noodles, Liu Qingmian smiled mysteriously at Lin Yurou: "Eat quickly, let's go back to Jiangfu after eating, I thought of a good way, you will know when you go back." ”