Youzhou, Fanyang City.

This place is the capital city of Youzhou, and it is also the place where the Yamen of the Wusi of Youzhou Town is located, and on weekdays, the Wusi of Youzhou Town will send the corresponding level of warriors to various places in Youzhou according to the serious situation of the incident to suppress the chaos caused by the warriors in the opposition.

At the gate of the city, where people come and go, from the grassland to the starry night, the wind and dust, Li Qingchen, who drove for a full seven days, finally succeeded in returning to Youzhou, when he raised his head to look at the ancient seal "Fan Yang" above his head, and then heard the familiar words in his ears, he actually gave birth to an illusion of being in a different world.

He didn't take the normal way into the city anymore, and he didn't want to reveal his identity so easily until the situation was clear.

Although there are a lot of people coming and going in Fanyang City every day, even the defenders at the gate of the city can't remember most of the people's faces, but he grew up in Fanyang City since he was a child, and there are too many people who know him.

However, for him, it is not difficult to sneak into this Fanyang City, although Fanyang City is a border city, there are many Hu merchants who come and go every day, and the inventory at the city gate has always been very strict, but he has been carefully trained by the old oilmen of the Wusi in Youzhou Town, but he has his own way.

In this chaotic state, the boundary between good and evil has never been so obvious, and he has never been a rigid person.

After successfully entering the city, Li Qingchen gently pressed the black hat above his head with one hand, covering almost his entire face, but when he walked on this bustling street, it was not conspicuous.

Because in a place like Youzhou, where bandits are everywhere, there are actually a lot of people dressed like him, anyway, as long as these people don't know how to make trouble, the yamen doesn't bother to care, not to mention that those Hu people can come in with veils covered, why can't others?

The car walked to the area where the Zhenwu Division's yamen was located, but Li Qingchen didn't just run in to find someone to ask about the matter, he didn't even go to the street opposite the Zhenwusi Yamen to find a random place to sit and take a peek.

He knew that in fact, the surrounding circle was all the property of the Wusi of Youzhou Town, whether it was a seemingly unrelated restaurant or those inns, or a house where the people lived all the year round on the surface, the people of the Zhenwu Division were silently taking care of it behind the scenes, in order to prevent those with ill intentions from secretly peeping at the intelligence here.

Li Qingchen deliberately chose to cross the street, and then found a tavern that was sure to have no yamen background, and occupied a small table on the second floor alone.

He didn't take the initiative to move the window next to him, because he understood that even if there was just a little less dust on the window edge, it would cause those people to be alert, not to mention that Youzhou has always been windy and sandy, in fact, there are few windows that are directly opened, so he just leaned on such a thin line and occasionally glanced underneath.

Li Qingchen is a smart person who is very good at observing and thinking, or martial artists are not rough people in the ordinary sense, on the contrary, they are far more careful than ordinary people, in his mind, if even the legendary martial arts lord has already had an accident or betrayed them, then he does not dare to guarantee that he will not be discovered.

Mo said that he was already a third-grade martial artist with divine sense, even if it was him, his five senses were so keen that he could really feel the sight from all sides that he thought was hidden, which was a natural perception of danger, and it was a characteristic that anyone who practiced martial arts would have.

Unless the other party's strength is much stronger than him, or if he has cultivated some method that can hide his breath, he can secretly observe him without attracting his attention.

Even he was like this, not to mention the Youzhou Martial Governor who was rumored to have surpassed the Nine Rank and Eighteen Realms, maybe the entire Fan Yang City was within the scope of his huge divine will, so he didn't dare to take the risk.

Not only that, but he had already silently operated the turtle breath technique taught to him by Wei Tuo outside the city, as well as some small methods that the experienced old oilmen of the Wusi in Youzhou Town had taught him over the years, so that he could calm down, work hard to relax, and integrate into the surrounding environment.

To put it simply, that is, you have to make yourself believe that you are just an irrelevant passerby, only in this way, can you reduce your sense of existence as much as possible, relying on this method, even other guests in the restaurant will subconsciously ignore his existence, and this is already the limit of what he can do.

As soon as Li Qingchen sat down here, there was a piercing noise on the street below.

It turned out that two men with their own knives were originally just staggering across the street, but one of them, a rough man with a beard and a conspicuous dark spot on his face, suddenly turned his head and scolded the other party: "Little deflated calf, what are you looking at?"

He scolded so unreasonably, and the man was naturally not to be outdone, and immediately turned around and counterattacked: "What's wrong with you? Damn, are you the fucking Oiran of Chang'an City or some kind of bullshit, why do you have to hand over silver?"

Seeing that the two men with knives were standing in the middle of the street with such a big grin, they scolded each other, but the people next to them were watching the excitement, and they didn't have the slightest idea of avoiding being injured by mistake.

This kind of thing where two people look at each other unpleasantly, or fight in a momentary quarrel, is too common in a wild place like Youzhou, and it is really not uncommon.

Even if it is not far from a street is where the Yamen of the Wusi of Youzhou Town is located, but these people are never afraid, and there are many people who fight at the gate of the Wusi of the town because of a quarrel, let alone here.

What is the purpose of practicing martial arts so hard every day, isn't it just to be able to punch freely when you are unhappy, is it possible that you also want to learn from those girls who chirp to read, greeting each other eighteen generations of ancestors but not daring to do it?

This is the most direct idea of many Jianghu martial artists, happy and revenge, try not to make noise if you can do it, anyway, the head has a big scar, and after eighteen years, they are a good man, they rely on this kind of arrogant reason, wantonly trampling on secular rules and laws, but they want to boast of being chic and call themselves chivalrous, which has attracted countless impulsive young people to yearn for it, and then go forward one after another, and join their camp with indomitable progress.

And this is also the fundamental meaning of the existence of the nineteen Zhenwu Divisions of the Daluo Dynasty, not a real suppression, but the maintenance of the most basic rules in the world.

In short, after a disagreement, these two people will draw their swords to each other, both of them are swordsmen, and on the rivers and lakes, the one who uses the knife will definitely have a lot more domineering and recklessness than the one who uses the sword, so after scolding a few words, these two people quickly decided to see the truth under their hands.

The two knives, one long and one short, collided together at once, and the two of them were almost face to face, showing very hideous expressions, like this extremely damaging weapon, it was obviously a reckless man's doing, and he would definitely not be a master.

However, although the two of them are only martial artists in the realm of refining the body, the momentum is not small, and the people next to them see it with relish, and from time to time there are loud applause, or pointing and pointing, pretending to be exquisite, or fearing that the world will not be chaotic, and instructing the other party how to be ruthless, coaxing, this is not a few.

All living beings are in a variety of forms, incisively and vividly.

Li Qingchen on the second floor was drinking inferior hot tea that could only be counted as indiscriminate, while chewing the salty crispy peanuts, and squinting at the end of the street from time to time.

However, the money used is naturally not his, anyway, there are not a hundred or eighty rich businessmen in Fan Yangcheng who come and go every day, and it is not difficult to rob one and "borrow" some money.

According to the monkey, this is called a gentleman who loves money, and takes it in a good way, if there is no Zhen Wusi, they will not be able to make so much money as a gang of black-faced ghosts, and they will not be able to bring it back safely, so it is okay to borrow a little once in a while.

This kind of shitty Youzhou Town Wusi people are usually too lazy to care, after reporting the case, only the ordinary arrest of the yamen will be dispatched, and in the end, it is actually all over, or directly catch a few ruffians and hooligans to fill up the number, perfunctory, this is over.

And the biggest reason why these two people agreed to make trouble is that they have been messing around in Youzhou for many years, in fact, they all know that even if they are caught by the people of the Wusi of Youzhou Town, with such a little movement between the two of them, it is nothing more than being reprimanded, or a lesson, and they don't even have to go to the prison, because the prison in Fanyang City has long been full of people waiting for ransom, and there is no place to give these two local goods.

As long as it is not a fatal lawsuit, it is not a big deal, even if something is smashed, it should be lost money, this is Youzhou.

It didn't take long for Li Qingchen to look forward to the person appeared, a total of two, hanging on the waist on behalf of Youzhou Zhenwusi's waist card, the waist card is a mighty and domineering, is opening the shape of the beast's head with a bloody mouth, there are two fangs up and down, and in the middle is a smooth round surface, as if a mirror was bitten by the beast's head, and on the front of the waist card, it is engraved with the four gods of "Youzhou Zhenwu".

Squinting at it, Li Qingchen frowned slightly, without him, because these two people were faces he had never seen before, after seeing the two people walking quickly to the middle of the field, the two swordsmen who were still fighting secretly exchanged glances, and quickly separated, but they didn't forget to scold each other again, and waited until the two people from the town martial arts came to the side, and then they stepped forward like hob meat, claiming that they were on a whim with friends on the street on a whim, and they just started martial arts.

When one of them heard this, his face was displeased, and he was about to speak, and he reprimanded them, when he saw that the man next to him suddenly plucked onions on dry land, jumped up on the spot, held the hilt of his sword, and slammed open the window of the restaurant next to him, and rolled into the room.

"Poof!"

The man crouched on the edge of the window, held the sword in one hand, pointed the tip of the sword between the opponent's neck, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

But seeing that the person he was pointing at was looking rich, with a big belly, a black face and a curly beard, dressed as a Hu merchant, he was so frightened that even the cup in his hand had fallen on the table, and the cheap wine flowed down the table, he stammered, and said in a half-baked Youzhou accent: "I, I, I'm here to do business, this, this。。。。。。 ”

When the man with the sword saw it, his brows furrowed slightly, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but after looking around left and right, he found nothing, so he had to pout his lips, put away his sword, turned around and jumped again, and fell back into the field.

He had some doubts in his heart, was the sight of the nonexistent just now this fat man, he didn't think it was like it, but he really couldn't say that there was something wrong, could it be that he was too sensitive?

At the same time, Li Qingchen had quietly left the restaurant, and instead walked to a place farther away from the street, as soon as he sat down, there were two groups of people downstairs who scolded each other because they didn't look at each other, and even prepared to do it directly, the store was afraid of smashing things, so he hurriedly sent someone to Zhenwusi.

What makes people feel ridiculous is that these two groups of people are just scolding each other, or noisily pulling out their weapons as intimidation, but none of them really do it, but bluffing is enough to bluff people.

So after a while, three more people came.