Seeing that the team had reached the center of the horse market, the brief conversation between the two northern captains ended here, Qin Feng raised his hand and stopped the procession.

With his gesture, a thin old man ran out of the queue, wearing a Liang Jinxian crown, dressed in miscellaneous official clothes, and holding a volume of documents, it was Wei Ye's rare friend and predecessor in the official face, the old king Wang Qinian.

The old king first put on a smile on his face, nodded towards Qin Feng, and then put on his face, unfolded the Chinese book in his hand, and read aloud:

"Ling said: What people are different from beasts is always the same. There is a big thief Kong Zhang, who recites the words of the Six Classics and is in danger of being a deer. One husband is a coward, and ten husbands are corresponding, although there is no crime of kicking, it is still the punishment of digging the soil. When the axe is added, it is advisable to show the king, such as the law!"

I have to say that although this notice of passage of punishment is written in a humble manner, at least it is relatively easy to understand, and as soon as Wang Qinian finished reading it, there was a buzzing sound from the crowd:

"Ah, this is another offense and the body is going to be beheaded. ”

"In these years, it is really not peaceful anywhere, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are also such thieves who are not afraid of death!"

"Good luck, good luck, the first time I entered the capital, I saw such a big scene, go back and tell them, don't scare them all to death!"

In such a discussion, Wang Qinian rolled up the paperwork and nodded towards Qin Feng, who was still sitting on the horse, and his heart was clear. As soon as Qin Feng waved his hand, several jailers dragged a flatbed truck covered with green cloth and squeezed through the crowd.

Although the car was covered with green cloth, he could still see the rough outline of the things covered under the green cloth, Wei Ye unceremoniously pushed aside the person who was blocking him, and directly pulled Sima Ling to stand in front, just in time for the moment when a jailer uncovered the green cloth.

Wei Ye didn't need to think about it, he raised his hand directly, covering Sima Ling's eyes, but his gaze fell on the flatbed.

Kong Zhang, who was dressed in a white linen shirt, slept on the flatbed with a pale face, the expression on his face was very calm, but his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his lips were slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.

It's just that this former high-level Taiping Road has a slightly weird sleeping position, and his head is placed on his chest, just between his hands crossed on his chest, holding his head like a leather ball.

Wei Ye looked at Kong Zhang's head, looked at the flesh curled up at the knife edge of his neck, gently touched his neck, and sighed slightly.

If the members of the Luoyang Branch of Taiping Dao don't snatch this body back before it is completely decomposed, even if the true spirit returns to the Astral Gate and chooses to reincarnate or directly reshape the body, it will take some time and go through some formalities during the period.

This man is not of much use in the face of a great storm that is about to roll up a thunderstorm.

It's just that there is one thing that is crucial to the Immortal Warlock's plan, but it can be determined.

Scraping the tip of his chin with his thumb, Wei Ye silently recited the proclamation that Wang Qinian had just read, but there was a little smile in his eyes: "There is a big thief Kong Zhang, and one husband is a coward...... Elder Wang is really interesting enough, this proclamation is well written!"

said that it was "the big thief Kong Zhang", not "the corner road thief Kong Zhang", which means that those big mink in the palace who are unclear with the Taiping Road have not lost their power, and there are infighting among the ten permanent servants, and there are still a few days of wrist wrenching.

That is, because he couldn't see the timing of the shot, Luoyang Cheng instructed the northern lieutenant to pull out the violent corpse to show the public, and Kong Zhang was the only one, and Ma Yuanyi, the real key role of Taiping Dao in Luoyang's operation, could hold on for a few more days in the edict.

Thinking of this, Wei Ye was a little settled in his heart, and was about to leave from the noise of the horse market with his half-demon girl in his arms, when Sima Ling, who was already covering his eyes, suddenly writhed impatiently: "Uncle, this smell is very familiar!"

"What is familiar?" Wei Ye removed his hand from the eye of his own oil bottle, and turned around, without a trace of Sima Ling avoiding the gaze of facing Kong Zhang's corpse.

Sima Ling glanced at his own uncle, who was always suspected of being overprotective, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and pointed to the southwest:

"It's the smell from here just now, although the smell of benzoin fennel and willow leaf tea are very faint, but I definitely didn't smell wrong! The most important thing is that I can't be wrong about the rich green steel fragrance!"

"Qinggang...... Does it smell like it?"

Wei Ye pressed his forehead with his right hand and asked in a low voice.

"It's a very strong smell, a bit like a freshly pickled green tea that hasn't been dried yet. ”

Very wisely not wanting to entangle Sima Ling with Sima Ling on a completely unreasonable topic such as "how can metal exude the fragrance of green tea and plum", Wei Ye muttered, "Is it a wise move to recommend her half-demon route", while squeezing away the spectators who were blocking the way in front of him.

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Walking out of the horse market, bypassing a few slightly secluded side streets, following Sima Ling through an inconspicuous slender crossing, Wei Ye immediately stood in front of a small courtyard that looked very ordinary.

The courtyard is planted with two sparse jujube trees, at this time, the leaves of the jujube trees have not grown, but the lovely greenery is enough to prove that this is not a wild yard that no one lives in and no one takes care of.

Wei Ye looked at the left and near, and was sure that there were no people watching from the side in this place, so he was about to call the door. There was a sudden sound of "Peng" around him, and then a clumsy cat rubbed his trouser legs around him, and then abandoned him and turned to an inconspicuous corner outside the courtyard wall.

"Uncle, be careful. ”

"This is nature," Wei Ye glanced at Sima Ling, who had turned into a cat, and asked angrily, "But what do you mean by this?" I'm afraid that after a while, I won't be able to protect you from your uncle?"

"If you release dark arrows, beat stuffy sticks, and cheat Amway, uncle, your expert-level strength has been proven to me. Sima Ling's cat had a natural expression on his face, "But if it's a hard-hitting, one-to-many hard battle, what will Uncle do?"

"When you encounter that kind of thing, of course, you have to slip away first. Wei Ye replied more naturally than Sima Ling.

"So, how can I expect an immortal warlock like you, Uncle, who has no discipline at all, to protect me?" Pressing his forehead with his front paws, Sima Ling sighed in a tone like hatred of iron and steel, turned around, and disappeared into the crack behind the corner.

Only her last complaint was still floating in Wei Ye's ears: "I'll go back first, uncle remember to bring some snacks back, plum noodles are good if they are green tea." ”

Standing still for a moment, knowing that Sima Ling had already walked out of this street, Wei Ye had no scruples, and kicked the street door of the small courtyard in front of him: "Open the door and open the door, I'm here to check the water meter!"

According to the old Wei family's consistent style of running with a mouth full of tongues, the most suitable answer for the people in the courtyard at this time should be to say "the water meter is outside".

However, it is obvious that except for the uncles and nephews of the old Wei family, ordinary people really have no interest in telling them those cold jokes in the Middle Ages.

The cloth boots with the soles of the boots were re-invited to withdraw at the touch of the door panel, Wei Ye raised his hand sideways, and the peach daughter was suddenly unsheathed, and the chest was blocked!

The moment Tao Qianjin was guarding Wei Ye's middle road, there was a sudden sound on the door panel that he had kicked in, and a green steel long stick stabbed directly from the other end of the door panel as violently!

The sword takes the defensive position, but Wei Ye knows very well that with his not very good swordsmanship and strength, he doesn't play some tricks, and he doesn't have an advantage at all when he faces this green steel long stick head-on.

As soon as the tip of the stick touched the spine of the sword, Wei Ye used the fastest speed he could achieve to make Tao Qianjin twist the green steel long stick tightly against it, and the sword body happened to press the green steel rod.

Holding the peach daughter in one hand, Wei Yeqing clearly felt that a twisting force on the green steel long stick had been born, and if one was not good, he was about to wring his magic sword out of his hand. But just when the green steel rod was old and unsengling, the immortal warlock had already pinched a sword trick in his left hand, a little peach golden sword!

At the point of the sword, the four-character seal of "Taiwei Anzhen" appeared on the sword body for no reason, and Wei Ye's figure also suddenly rushed forward.

There is no way not to pounce, because at this moment, the weight of the peach thousand gold increased sharply, and a heavy force was so unreasonably pressed up, forcing all kinds of dark energy and changes of the green steel long stick to be pressed into useless work by this gravity in the blink of an eye!

The change in the back move of the green steel long stick was suppressed by the overwhelming weight of Peach Qianjin's Taishan, and the immortal warlock grabbed this momentary opportunity. Wei Ye's sword pointed again, the four-character seal of "Taiwei Anzhen" disappeared, and the four-character text of "Tianyi Taiyi" came out, and the peach thousand gold was like a newly forged sword blank in the fire that had not yet been quenched, exuding a scorching red fire, just sticking to the green steel long stick, and slashing at the door panel!

There was a slight scorching smoke peculiar to incomplete wood burning, but the door panel was torn apart from the middle, and the edge was like a burn. Behind the half-section of the door panel, you can also see the half-cut body of an acquaintance.

"I'm sorry. ”

Wei Ye kicked the half-section of the door panel that had fallen to the side, and the person just lowered his head and got through the crack in the door he had just cut.

He Ming, who is good at sticks, is the head of the Tongheli Taoist altar, and He Ming, whose kung fu is not under Ma Yuanyi of the Luoyang branch altar, still maintains the posture of recovering the long stick, which happens to let a certain mustachioed immortal warlock rub his shoulders and walk over.

That's it, when he passed by, Wei Ye also deliberately inhaled, and came out with a sentence that He Ming was difficult to understand: "There is some cumin smell of benzoin fennel, how does the smell of green tea and plum on the willow bud tea and green steel stick smell?"

He Ming didn't have a good face when he saw this immortal warlock recently, and in a flash, he flashed in front of the green steel long stick: "Are you here to find fault?"

"No, my time is precious, and wasting a second is a tragic loss for the magic world, what's wrong with finding fault with this kind of thing, leaving it to the Big Gun Mansion and the Northern Lieutenant to do?" Wei Ye shrugged, squinted at He Ming, and then turned his gaze to the white-shirted female priestess who was leaning against the door, "Ganda Beauty, we came to the door today, we have a business to discuss, I wonder if your sect is interested?"

"Oh?" Gan Wantang raised his hand to comb a lock of hanging hair to the back of his head, and tilted his head with interest, "What deal does Mr. Wei want to negotiate with us?"

"Well," Wei Ye smiled meaningfully, "a business about the seating of the monkeys on Monkey Mountain. ”