"There are people above" is certainly not that old cold joke, and the most marginal green-shirted scribe in the Han system has no relationship with the big people who can handle it - although Zhang Laozhong is a noble literary attendant official, but in Luoyang, which was in the fifth year of Guanghe, the literary attendant and other words Lin officials are probably the same kind of things as the honor guard horse under the palace and the portrait stone on the Taimiao.

There are people up there, that means there are really people on the roof!

Glancing at each other vigilantly, Wei Ye picked up the peach gold leaning against his hand, flicked the four-finger wheel in his left hand, and brushed out the sixteen-character fundamental seal of the Dongyang Sword Zhu on the bamboo sheath. Dongyang Sword Zhu This Dao recipe is not only a mysterious technique for turning grass, leaves, wood and stone into a sword, but also a subtle method for resisting fire, which is the most suitable for Daomen Yushi who also cultivates swordsmanship. But with Wei Ye's cultivation today, the speed of this flowing trick casting is still a little slower.

A weight pressed up from behind him, and then stepped on the back of his head.

"Becoming a cat is so worth showing off. Muttering in a low voice, Wei Ye stiffened his neck and ate the strength of his own oil bottle when he jumped up after transforming into a dumpling cat, and at the same time pressed the scabbard of Tao Qianjin with his left hand. The palm of the sword sheath swiped vigorously, and the slightly light brown stem of the bamboo scabbard, the blazing red runes were pushed by the palm edge, and all of them were squeezed to the tip of the end of the scabbard, compressed into a walnut-sized bead of fire.

Unlike the arcane arts, which are rigid and rigid like physical formulas, the Dongyang Sword Zhu Dao Recipe has a very large operational flexibility, or most of the Immortal Dao Dao Recipes leave a lot of room for correction from the place where they are created. Of course, the administrative order-type Taoism in the Heavenly Court system, such as Summoning the Divine Commander, has formulated strict procedural norms from various angles, fully demonstrating the love of the civil system of the Heavenly Court for the concept of procedural justice, which can almost be regarded as the product of another system completely different from that of Dongyang Jianzhu.

Like holding an old-fashioned rifle that should be sent to the antique weapons exhibition area of the Military Museum, Wei Ye raised his head and let Tao Qianjin set up a forty-five-degree but unclear sad angle. This kind of operation method is not the best choice for Dongyang Sword Zhu, which is based on the pursuit of sharpness and sharpness, but when a fire bead is launched, the flame energy in it bursts out, but it can sweep a five-foot radius, and it can barely be regarded as a group attack method. This is also because Wei Ye heard the sound on the top of the shrine was quite heavy, not like a lone snitch, so he changed his hand.

His Dao technique still needs a lot of techniques to make up for the future, and Sima Ling's disposal is definitely much more neat, the round cat made a burst in mid-air, and his arched back rubbed towards the ceiling of the shrine with a little cuteness and clumsiness.

If Wei Ye had practiced some side door anomaly that turned his pupils into strange images, or pupil techniques with scary prefixes such as "Candle Dragon" and "Sun and Moon", he could probably see that the ball-like ball cat flattened the moment its back touched the ceiling, and then returned to normal, like a ball smashing on the ceiling.

However, this cat is not a leather ball, and even Wei Ye can't tell what role those hardware essences play in Sima Ling's increasingly mature demon, but one thing is for sure - if the little oil bottle wants, it can definitely turn itself into a large plumb hammer for demolition in ancient times.

You can't even use such a high-end demolition plumb weight, as long as the kinetic energy reaches a relative value.

It's complicated to say, but in the limit of human eyesight, breaking rafters, breaking tiles, and falling to the ground are only momentary.

The wailing of the tiles falling to the ground echoed in his ears, and Wei Ye, who was wearing a night vision device, still blinked unaccustomedly, maintaining a posture of covering his forehead with one hand, and tilted his head away from the sword of Tao Qianjin. His doubts were all deepened by the guy standing in the middle of the rubble.

"When did the guys in Taiping Road start to change their careers to be snitches? And they don't pick some professional ones to be snitches, why did you choose a guy who can only play big sticks?"

The object of his snarky remarks was still with that kind of stone-like coarse nerve, and waved his hand as if he had accidentally entered the backyard of a neighbor's house: "Ah, it turns out that this is your house, and it seems that my luck is good." ”

There was no time to put away the peach gold on his shoulders, Wei Ye could only respond to the newly recognized Taiping Dao deacon disciple by bowing his head and pinching his eyebrows: "Has the secret battle between Taiping Dao and the Northern Lieutenant been exaggerated to such an extent?

"Probably so," the short-haired young man shrugged with a smile as his shoulders and waist were cut by sharp weapons, revealing not too shallow blood marks, "but tonight's work is almost over, I hope it didn't bother you, see you later, good night." ”

"Any human organ, if not used enough, is going to degenerate. Removing the peach daughter from his shoulder, Wei Ye glanced at this guy who had always looked like an upright and hot-blooded young man, and couldn't help but glare at him through the night vision device, "The wound on your waist is clearly cut by a javelin, hasn't the big gun mansion always been playing soy sauce when you and the northern lieutenant are fighting for life and death?

His words had just begun, and the sound of a dog barking came from afar, which made the fairy warlock's face even more unsightly.

"They actually played this set of police dog service, but they didn't know whether it was a Chinese pastoral dog or a Qingzhou fine dog. Raising a hand to the back of his head to remove the night vision device, Wei Ye grabbed his hair with his hand, and then confirmed his inference, "The Big Gun Mansion has been going on the route from Haoqiang to warlord, and most of this trick is still made up by the group of Luoyang police, criminal police, and urban management trinity guys from the northern lieutenant. Really, either one is a problem. ”

The man he regarded as one of the troubles also scratched his hair like him, and said earnestly as if to comfort a certain head of the household: "Their people can't run fast, so as long as I leave now, you won't have any trouble." ”

"Trouble?" Wei Ye let out a "snort" from his nostrils, still the most common mocking snort among unemployed folklorists, "Trouble is not a problem, loss is." ”

The unemployed folklorist rarely gave the order as quickly as a head of a family: "Bell, make a hole in this wall, and it will look like a stuntman performing a thrilling escape - the loss fee will be a price, and tomorrow we will be reimbursed by Taipingdao." As for this little night owl who walks on someone else's roof in the middle of the night—"

Wei Ye smiled like a tireless teacher assigning vacation homework to a student he hated.

......

......

When the door to the shrine was opened, two groups of men poured in like two parallel straight lines. The leader of the northern lieutenant is still the newly appointed city leader Jiang An Jiang Guling, who seems to have recovered well after a few days of recuperation, and the man in the ink shirt who came in side by side with him, and the single knife hanging from his waist, are more familiar.

"Jiang Pengshi and Brother Liu, are you here?"

The main owner of the shrine leaned against the wall, and stood at the door with his handful of peach gold: "If you fail to greet you, forgive your sins and forgive your sins." ”

As soon as Jiang An saw the face of the mustachioed man in front of him, he immediately remembered the specialty of this person's standard pig teammate who was not successful enough to defeat things, and nodded his head slightly without a good voice to say hello, but Liu Yefei took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Wei, we met again, tonight we were ordered to arrest some prisoners who violated the prohibition of night walking, and chased them to the mansion, and it was really ...... to see that Mr. was safe and sound."

"No, no, no, I have a problem here, and it is very sick, the snitch broke into my house at night, almost broke the furnace of elixir I was refining, not to mention, and almost injured me. If I hadn't heard the voice of you chasing after me, I was afraid that I would have to go to Artemisia to write for Taishan Fujun. ”

It was a scrawny statement, and it was so difficult that people couldn't advance or retreat, and there was no bit of flesh to use as a buffer, but Liu Yefei seemed to be able to understand the anger of a certain scribe who was essentially a clever god. He spread his hands, expressed sympathy for Mr. Wei Ye's misfortune, and then turned slightly to the side, leaving Jiang Pengshi with half a shoulder of empty seats.

Doing things must always be prioritized, Jiang Pengshi, who ignored the secondary issues for the time being, took a step forward, just crossed Liu Yefei's half shoulder, and looked at the clerk in the green shirt and said: "Where is the thief?"

"Oh," Wei Ye sighed expressionlessly and said with a sigh of expressionlessness, "I heard the sound of you coming, and I ran away against the wall." ”

Sima Ling, who was sitting on the futon, also looked at the big hole with a blank face, then at her uncle, and finally silently took out a peach comb and began to comb her gray-stained hair.

Of course, such an attitude would not satisfy Jiang An, he gave up dealing with the pair of uncles and nephews, and directly used the style of his northern lieutenant's office: "Where the duty is, I will disturb." ”

Subsequently, because of Jiang Pengshi's "search", several men who looked quite capable scattered in the shrine, and a few officials led dogs with thin waists and long legs, and began to sniff around.

Expecting Jiang Pengshi's indifference, Wei Ye shook his arms indifferently, sat down on the threshold, and even touched the head of the dog that the northern lieutenant led into the shrine by the way. Then he turned his head and began to listen with interest to the mournful screams of the dogs who had been led into the shrine.

Creatures with an overdeveloped sense of smell have become the biggest weakness. As for the servants who were smoked with tears from the smell of chemical agents, they were not even as good as dogs.

Liu Yefei smiled and stretched his waist, looked at the embarrassed people in the northern lieutenant office, whistled, and said to the elite javelinmen sent by the Big Gun Mansion: "It seems that the target can't be hidden here, let's change places and chase it again." ”

And in response to him, it was Wei Ye who beat his leg nonchalantly, as well as Jiang Pengshi's new order: "Cover your mouth and nose with a cloth, go in and search again!"

The dog goes out and the man comes in, which sounds a lot like the popular mantra of some traditional exorcism rituals, but it is also the best portrayal of the current situation. Wei Ye thought like this, holding his forehead as if he was about to sleep.

If it weren't for someone shouting beside him for a long time, he would really start to doze off: "Yu Peng History, except for one place, I have searched it all, no!"

Jiang Pengshi's angry and extremely doubtful answer immediately sounded in Wei Ye's ears: "Then why don't you search?!"

"Because ......" The official looked at the green-shirted scribe who was sitting on the threshold and didn't know how to answer, so he stretched out his hand and pointed to the largest facility in the shrine.

The alchemy furnace that was renovated for Taiwan, looking at the volume, can indeed hide a person.

But no one wanted to open it, and just now, two officials had the courage to reach for the door of the Dan furnace, and immediately let go of their hands with screams, and their hands were already scorched several times, revealing festering flesh.

The rest of the people brought by Jiang Pengshi all looked at him with a tentative look: Do you still want to search? No matter who it is, even if it is a lump of iron, it should be burned if it is thrown into this furnace!

Being focused on by such a gaze, even a veteran former hero like Jiang An and Jiang Guling felt a little unbearable. He hesitated for a moment, and finally walked up to Wei Ye and asked in a low voice:

"Can the stove be turned on?"

"You can turn it on, but after the fire is turned off, it has to be cooled for six hours, and the fire is gone. ”

Wei Ye glanced at him lazily and said with a smile: "Six hours, it's enough to ride a horse from Luoyang to Deng County." ”