As the lowest level of the Chu Qinmen's outer sect qi cultivation disciple, Yang Han was completely indifferent to any major crisis, after finishing the morning class, he collected the exercises, used the cleaning charm to take care of his body, and then straightened his robe, satisfied with his appearance, and then walked out of the meditation room unhurriedly and walked to the top of the mountain.

When I got to the ground, I saw a lot of figures from the same door, or in groups of three or five, or alone, faintly lined up in a loose line outside the gate of the west side hall.

He stood still and looked around for a moment, then laughed and plunged into a circle of three.

"Early. ”

"Morning. ”

The four of them are all 'fellow countrymen' in the open sea, and the islands where they lived before the outbreak of the demon disaster were not far apart, and after entering this Chu Qin Gate, they naturally acted in a group, and Yang Han was the youngest, so he had to be taken care of by these three.

"It's still ...... today," Yang Han gave an inquiring look.

"Hmm. The three of them nodded at the same time, and the eldest looked around and said, "I just don't know where to go." ”

Outsiders must have been confused when they said this, and the four of them just understood it in their hearts. Guy Yin has been very uneasy in the Chu and Qin Leagues recently, and many patrol and law enforcement tasks have been assigned above, and the four of them are new faces, and they belong to the open sea, and they have nothing to do with the locals and various forces, and it is much more convenient to enforce the law. The four of them have nothing to say about their personalities, but they are all about the general deacons assigned by Chu Qinmen who like to hand over the inspection tasks to them, this errand is majestic, the second is that the merit points are high, and the third can quickly get acquainted with the local forces through the inspection, and the four of them are cheap and know that they are low-key, and their words are rarely revealed, so as to prevent the red-eyed fellow gossip. Of course, the errands distributed by the western side hall are all temporary, and they can't be done for a long time, and they can't be compared with the long-term duty of those who receive the money.

There are also high and low levels in this law enforcement mission, for example, the patrol tasks along the west and north of the Death Swamp are recognized as dirty work, requiring non-stop flying, not to mention, the death gas spreading out of the Death Swamp is also harmful to low-level monks, and those who dare to cross the Death Swamp from the Chu-Qin border are all hard ideas, and the conflict is more dangerous.

"Hehe, of course it's in the market. The other person smiled poorly and said: "Buy two big danguo produced in the mountain garden of the Qi family, leaning on the door of the Shen family's tea shop while gnawing, while listening to the old Li Bo say that the blood knife is bashi!"

"You're just a little bit out of breath!"

The elder one said, "Don't put your mind on cultivation yet! I see that you have enough merit points, and in a few days, Dora Ancestor will open the altar to discuss the Tao, wouldn't it be good to listen to it?"

"I understand, I ......" The man was not convinced, and muttered: "I don't learn alchemy refining tools, if Ming Lao Zu opens the altar, I will definitely change the merit points to listen." He hit Yang Han on the shoulder again, and said with a wicked smile: "Yang Han, you said yes, right?"

"Uh......"

Yang Han's face turned red suddenly, since he saw Ming Lao Zu's immortal face in the open sea, he had awakened something terrible in his heart, as if he had lost his soul, he never forgot it, the last time he learned that Ming Lao Zu and Gu Lao Zu were married, he secretly shed a few male tears. The merit points have already been prepared, just waiting for the Ming ancestor to open the altar, and the date has been inquired, and the thirteenth of the next month.

The older one was even more angry when he saw his haunting infatuation, and poked Yang Han's head with his finger, "How many lives do you have, Xiao thinks about that!?

"Among the Qi cultivation disciples in our sect, Qin Zhonglin, who is publicly recommended by the Qin family, is the most beautiful, and I think the age is also suitable for Yang Han......" The poor one gave another idea.

"Bad idea, bad idea!"

The older one poked him with his finger again, poked out a few red dots on his head, lowered his voice and scolded: "Let's not mention the identity and background of others, she is already a foundation builder, do you know?

The remaining one who didn't like to talk much sighed lazily at this time, "Alas, if it weren't for the demonic disaster of Narauszi, when our family power was still there, how could we be so cautious and ashamed of ourselves." "This person was also a direct descendant of Jindan Ancestor before the Demon Calamity, and his tone was very loud.

"Even if it's still there, it can't be compared to our Chu Qin!" "The poor mouth was from a small background, and he was not happy when he heard this, "In the battle of Guangbai Tower City, the battle of the two god ancestors, and the battle of more than 20,000 monks, your family could arrange it before?"

Recalling the grand and bloody scene of the First World War in Baita City back then, Yang Han, who had personally participated, shuddered, and the other three were estimated to be about the same, and the conversation disappeared in an instant, and they all fell silent.

At this time, the queue at the gate of the west side hall is getting longer and longer, and most of the people behind are old Qi practitioners, Chu Qin followed the old rules of Qi Yun, and after the age of thirty, he could choose to move out of the mountain gate to live, and those people who were completely hopeless on the avenue naturally came later than those who lived in the mountain gate. Generally speaking, the more difficult it is to get the turn of the good and bad messenger in the back of the platoon, but many of those people have indulged in mundane enjoyment for many years, and they also take merit points lightly.

When the hour came, the door was opened on time and the number was released, and the deacon surnamed Mao was on duty today, distributing tokens one by one, and his mouth kept chattering.

"Houshan Garden, take care of the ten-day day, and report to the mountain gate Kan before noon. ”

It was Yang Han's turn to be in front of him, and he received a ten-day task to take care of the Lingcao Garden, "Look at the garden, look at the garden, Lao Tzu will be with flowers and plants in this life!"

"Siguofang City, law enforcement inspection on the fifteenth, before noon to Siguofang Shen Feng to report there. ”

Deacon Mao threw over a token with a straight face, and waved Yang Han away, "Next!"

It was still early at noon, Yang Han came out and waited outside for a while, and the other three people also came out, "It's really unlucky, I lined up around the empty Qu Mountain!"

Since the accident on Qishan Island, the Qi family in Kongqushan has not only suffered a great loss of vitality, but also completely offended the Lishan dare family, which has been friends for many years, and the upper echelons of the dare family are busy moving some monks and mortals to the open sea. The friction between the two vassals of Chu and Qin is not generally tricky to deal with.

"Okay, okay, let's do everything with all our hearts! Our Chu Qin Sect is quite good, and the stewards above are not very selfish, do it well, and there will be a reward!" the older one urged.

"Hmph, we don't know where to be biased, how to avoid this kind of thing. The one who came from a good place dropped his words.

The four of them parted ways, Yang Han went all the way down the mountain, inspected the token at the foot of the mountain, and got out of the mountain gate, and was in the Siguo Fang.

Familiar with the road to a low-key building in Fang City, I saw Siguofang Shen Fengxing, "Uncle Shen." Bi respectfully presented the token with both hands and gave it to the other party for verification.

"Hmm. ”

Shen Fengxing glanced at him, and when he saw that he was dressed correctly, he took out a storage bag from his arms and threw it back with the token, "You're right." ”

Yang Han took out the things in the storage bag one by one, and began to inspect them in front of Shen Fengxing, they were all official rules, there was nothing to be embarrassed about, a good first-order flying sword, which was limited in good points compared to the one distributed in the door, but it was much more beautiful in appearance; Quickly and quickly inspected it, "Uncle Yu, it's all right." He took the thing back into the bag, the flying sword in his hand.

"Go to Deacon Ke, on East Main Street. ”

"Yes. ”

Saying goodbye to Shen Fengxing, he walked quickly to East Street, and met Deacon Ke at the corner of the street, and the other party was already followed by three people, "It's Yang Han." Deacon Ke was the key person who could be assigned to him, and he naturally had a good impression of him, and after checking the token again, he said with a pleasant face: "Lao Min has been on leave for fifteen days, and you will follow me to patrol the streets in place of him these days." ”

"Yes. ”

Yang Han greeted the other three fellow disciples with a very good look, stood in the queue, raised his head and chest, and followed Deacon Ke to patrol the street.

Chu Qinmen has not been very stable recently, but the Fang market is still lively, the five people are in charge of East Street and nearby neighborhoods, going back and forth, it is very easy when there is nothing to do, but the land is huge, people come and go, and it is impossible to have no accidents at all.

Soon, there was a sound of fighting in a small shop, and Yang Han hurriedly ran over with Deacon Ke, and saw that the two of them were practicing qi and dispersing their swords, and they had already handed over their hands.

"How daring!"

Deacon Ke built the foundation and cultivated, and stopped the two of them with a loud shout, "Do you know the rules in the Siguofang!?"

Yang Han is familiar with it, he will go up when he says it, and the three of them will hug him, raise the flying sword in his hand and cover his face and greet the two troublesome Qi practitioners, of course, the proportion must be mastered, only the sword spine is flattened, and the crackling sound looks lively, but it only hurts the skin and flesh and does not damage the fundamentals.

The two of them were also hard-hearted, and they were still glaring at each other angrily, and one of them shouted: "The surname is Zhao!

"Okay!" The other person was also happy, and immediately agreed, turned his head and said to Deacon Ke: "Senior, give me a convenience, let's go out and solve our affairs." ”

"Gotta get it. Deacon Ke didn't know how much enmity these two people had, and he didn't care, so he recalled Yang Han and the others, "It's okay, it's convenient for everyone." He asked for a pen from the shopkeeper, waved his hand to write a life and death certificate, and signed his own name to be a Chinese, and the two of them also left their own names, and Deacon Ke led them to the outside of Fang City.

There was a large group of people at the door to watch the excitement, and when they saw that there was a good show to see how not to keep up, they followed all the way to the door, and the more people followed, Yang Han and the others had to protect the two people in the middle, so as not to be rushed.

There is a large piece of flat land not far from Fang City, which is used for this kind of use, Ke Zhi went to stand in the middle in advance, Yang Han and the others led the two of them to one side to stand up, and then drove away the onlookers. Everyone is knowledgeable, hula, just a circle along the edge of the flat ground, gossiping, where is this surnamed Zhao, and what grudges do you have with each other. At this time, there are some people who are accustomed to signing bets in the crowd, opening odds to collect gambling money, and they are very happy.

Yang Han was sweating profusely to maintain order, and the two had already exchanged hands. For Yang Han, who has experienced the battle between humans and demons in the open sea, the strength of the two is completely insufficient, the ping pong and the flying sword rune seal are smashed and thrown around, and it is just a stick of incense, the scattered cultivator surnamed Zhao peeped at the flaw, shook his hand and played the flying nail magic weapon to break through the opponent's defense, the flying nail passed through the chest, the person fell to the sky, the blood in his throat gushed for several breaths, and as soon as his body struggled, he never moved again, and died thoroughly.

There was a commotion in the crowd, some applauded and some lamented, probably for the spirit stones of the gambling, not about the dead on the ground.

Sanxiu, surnamed Zhao, also paid a lot of price for this blow, and resisted the opponent's several killing moves, and his entire chest was slashed obliquely by the flying sword, pulling a long gap.

"Boom!"

Spat blood on the ground, Sanxiu surnamed Zhao staggered to the other party's corpse, bent down and picked up the flying sword storage bag and other things, and groped carefully along the corpse, refusing to let go of anything. The blood in his chest was gushing like a spring, and the blood on the other party's corpse was spilled during the search, and he couldn't tell who was who.

Deacon Ke didn't stop him, and after the Zhao Sanxiu finished cleaning up, he stood up, groped for a long time from the storage bag he had just arrived, and then took out a third-order spirit stone, clenched his hands into fists, and arched his hands around.

"Good!"

I don't know who took the lead in cheering, and everyone applauded.

'Plop', the delicate female cultivator who didn't know which family on the periphery fainted to the ground when she saw the blood, and a large group of people next to her went to help and rescue, and rubbed oil by the way.

"Under ...... Ahem...... I suffered a little bit of a small injury...... "Zhao surnamed Sanxiu stood tremblingly, saying a few words and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Okay! it's a man!" another person applauded.

"Ask for a coin...... Ahem...... Healing...... Healing elixir, thank you!" Zhao Sanxiu continued.

"Damn, you two don't even bring healing pills in a life-and-death duel, it's really reckless. Yang Han complained silently.

"I've got you. I don't know which rich second generation in the crowd shook his hand and popped out a good elixir and flew to the hand of the surnamed Zhao Sanxiu.

"Thank you...... Ahem...... Thanks!"

Sanxiu surnamed Zhao threw the spirit stone in his hand over, "I'...... Ahh......h I'm not used to owing someone else's ...... Vomiting...... Stuff. ”

The crowd applauded again.

"I beg you to take the medicine quickly, if you don't take it again, you will die. Yang Han complained again.

Sanxiu surnamed Zhao finally threw the pill into his mouth, pressed the wound on his chest, and staggered to the Fang City.

Deacon Ke gave Yang Han and another fellow disciple a look, and first took the two of them to escort the surname Zhao and sanxiu in.

"Well, this unfortunate job is ours again. The fellow who was left behind took a sip, and together with Yang Han, he carried the body that fell to the ground, and shouted around: "Do you know this person!?"

The crowd had already followed the surname Zhao and poured in, and only seven or eight old people were left to come forward and stare at the face of the deceased.

"It seems to be from the south. ”

"Well, what's your name?"

Yang Han remembered the name on the life and death certificate and reported it.

"Oh, from the south, near the Thick Earth Desert. ”

"yes, I just heard someone say that outside. ”

"Who said that, do you know?" Yang Han hurriedly asked.

Someone reported the name, Yang Han also knew, he was thinking about the ghost market to make a living, which was convenient, so he asked someone to find it, and then carried the body of the deceased to the gate of the market with the same door, and happened to meet the coffin that Deacon Ke arranged for someone to send out.

Throw the body into the thin-skin coffin, nail it on all sides, and carry the two to the mass grave at the foot of the mountain to dig a pit and bury it, at this time, the person who went to find it also came, and asked where the deceased came from. He also took out the scattered spirit stones on his body, and asked someone to send a letter to the deceased's hometown to inform him, as for whether he could send it or not, he couldn't care about how the deceased's relatives would deal with it.

After the two of them finished this matter, as soon as they returned to Fang City, they saw Deacon Ke waving at the door of another shop.

Hurriedly rushed over, and vaguely heard Deacon Ke muttering in a low voice: "Bitter!" Knowing that it was a tricky matter, he entered the shop head-on, and saw that the two groups of people were fighting with gloomy faces, and the seats around him were all in pieces. Deacon Ke rushed to the middle to separate them, and asked, "What's the matter!?

Yang Han could clearly see that these two groups of people were all ordinary color Chu Qin Taoist robes, and the word 'dare' was written on the chest and the word 'Qi' was written on the other, and he could probably guess what was going on, just stand behind Deacon Ke as a personal pile. At this time, Deacon Ke didn't dare to call them 'up' again, and reluctantly persuaded both sides to stop them in half fright and half coaxing, and waited until Shen Fengxing came, and then Gu Laozu showed his side before he could be regarded as having the two sides settled.

The afternoon was so busy that it was dark, and Deacon Ke was also a little wilted at this time, "You go to rest first, and I'll go to rest too." ”

Yang Han dragged his tired body to the door of Chu Qin's shop, remembering what the poor mouth said in the morning, on a whim, he really went in and bought two big danguo fruits produced in the garden of Qijia Mountain, and asked mortals to sprinkle some Titian spirit grass on it, and then poured a circle of colorful jam made of various flowers, held it with a small plate, held a spoon in one hand, and walked to the door of the Shen Jialing tea shop diagonally opposite, leaning on it, listening to the people inside.

'Smack!'

With a startled shot, Old Uncle Li's high-pitched and clear voice came, "Let's talk about the blood slashing knife today, the five hundred and ninety-first round......!"

'Whew!'

Suddenly, there was a sound of pouring colors, and there was a noise of banging on the table and slapping the bench inside.

"I said, Old Uncle Li, you and he have been slashed more than 500 times, and the blood knife is not dead or not!?"

"A book says that you have endless decades, and you are beaten up!"

"Change!

"Lao Tzu wants to listen to the story of the great official of Ximen!"

“......”

With such noise, Yang Han scooped a big spoonful into his mouth, the sweet fragrance melted, and people couldn't help but squint, and saw Ming Laozu smiling at himself in a trance, lazy taste, seeping into the bone marrow.