Zhou Ji was silent.

He wanted to agree, but his instinctive vanity made him resist.

Who hasn't imagined that a beautiful, deeply in love with Bai Fumei would fall in love with him? But if he really wanted to end his love, he wouldn't be able to say as harshly as he did to Fan Ruoruo just now.

Fan Xian looked at Zhou Ji's cowardly look, and was furious for a moment. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "That's it, I'm too lazy to talk to you, a scumbag, like this."

Fighting back his drunkenness, Fan Xian's face turned green and red, and he took out a handful of hangover medicine from his arms and drank it.

"Without further delay, let's take action now while everyone is off guard." Fan Xian concentrated his attention and adjusted his breath. Only then did the alcohol smell on his face gradually dissipate. He raised his eyes and said, "Have you got the key?"

Zhou Ji suppressed the thoughts in her heart, a smile appeared on her face, a knife-shaped coin-shaped key slipped out of her palm and flew up and down on her fingertips, she raised her eyebrows and said, "You can capture it at your fingertips."

Fan Xian's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it. When he got closer, he saw that the shape of the key was quite strange. It was very different from the styles in the world. Instead, it looked a bit like a modern anti-theft key.

"I have arranged for someone to hire the most skilled locksmith in Kyoto. Let's set off now." Fan Xian said as he took out two pieces of black cloth from his arms and handed one to him under Zhou Ji's disgusted eyes.

"No need, I'm prepared." Zhou Ji curled his lips and turned aside to let Fan Xian go first.

The two of them left the house in the dark of night, bypassed the city guards patrolling Kyoto under curfew, came to a relatively remote alley, climbed over the wall and were admitted to the hospital.

Fan Xian knocked on the door three times, and heard the footsteps of a man in the room. He leaned against the crack in the door and glanced outside. When he saw that it was Fan Xian, he opened the door latch and bowed, "I've met you, sir."

Zhou Ji also walked into the room and looked up and down at the man in front of him.

He was an honest-looking man, who looked to be in his forties, with an iron-black complexion on his face. He stood there with an honest smile.

Locksmith is a profession and a title, but this middle-aged man called Locksmith is not just because of his appearance. His name is Locksmith, which shows how advanced his craftsmanship is.

One of the special skills for stealing doors is "lock picking". Although Zhou Ji is a thief saint, he is not the best at picking locks. Most of his reputation comes from Qinggong and acupuncture, so when he sees someone with a similar skill

The locksmith in Dao was naturally full of curiosity.

"It is related to the interests of the country and the court. As the inspection agency, I ask you to contribute to the country." Fan Xian coughed lightly and said to the locksmith calmly through the black cloth on his face.

Wang Qinian had explained to the locksmith before, so he did not panic. Instead, he thought of the diplomatic missions from various countries that had come to Beijing recently, thought he had guessed something, and quickly saluted.

"Be quick and be accurate." Fan Xian took out the key from his belt. He actually knew that it would be difficult to achieve this level with the craftsmanship of this era, but he still couldn't help but press: "It must be exactly the same.

"

The locksmith took it, looked at it carefully, frowned and said: "There is no such lock in the world."

"I don't care, I just want you to copy this key. Can you or can't you?"

"It's difficult, this key is too complicated..." Before the locksmith could finish his words, he heard the unmasked young man next to him say: "It's okay, I can help you, so that it doesn't matter if the fake is the real one.

Disaster."

"Are you a locksmith too?" the locksmith asked in surprise and looked at it quietly.

It's not like that.

Zhou Ji smiled, sat next to the locksmith, shook the grinding wheel skillfully, and signaled: "Time is very tight, let's get started."

The grinding wheel rotates, and from time to time there is the sound of grinding iron, and the splashing sparks hit Zhou Ji from time to time. Zhou Ji doesn't take it seriously. While observing the details of the locksmith's craftsmanship, he uses the world of Wulin Gaiden and modern society.

After checking and filling in the gaps, the key was copied after a while.

The locksmith was sweating profusely as he picked up the two keys and compared them carefully before handing them to Fan Xian with a look of surprise and familiarity.

Paying attention to the look in the locksmith's eyes, Zhou Ji nodded and smiled, turned around and walked to Fan Xian's side, and said with a smile: "How?"

Fan Xian looked through the two and found that the copied one was exactly the same. Even the rust spots left on it were almost the same. He finally relaxed a little and asked with a slight smile: "What was your previous occupation?"

of?"

His face was covered with a black cloth, so his smile looked a bit weird.

"You villain...a thief." The locksmith was sweating profusely. After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Ji quietly.

After the cooperation just now, he finally figured out that this young master was probably from a different sect.

Fan Xian glanced at Zhou Ji.

When a thief meets a thief, this locksmith meets the founder.

Glancing at the remaining tools and molds on the table, Fan Xian walked to the table, groaned, and the domineering Qi in his body rushed out, destroying all the molds in his hand into smithereens.

Zhou Ji sighed, even if all his inner strength was squeezed out, he still wouldn't be able to do this.

The Nine-Nine Returning Yang Gong talks about the circulation of inner breath and the Nine-Nine Returning to One.

It is a perfect match with Qinggong Shenfa, but its lethality is really weak.

In this world that has experienced nuclear contamination, everyone's bloodline originated after the Ice Age. After such a long inheritance, it is not known whether changes have occurred at the genetic level and become able to absorb nuclear radiation without being affected.

Zhou Ji didn't dare to try it, and he couldn't try it, just in case the aborigines practiced radiation energy.

As a migrant, what he developed was 'hair loss', 'leukemia', 'skin cancer' and 'permanent failure of internal organs', so he had no room for regret.

.......

Outside the palace wall, Zhou Ji and Fan Xian were hiding in the shade of a tree and waiting for others.

Fan Xian did not say who he was waiting for, but he repeatedly assured Zhou Ji that this person could lure Hong Sixiang away, so that he did not have to worry.

As a strange figure walked out of the corner, Zhou Ji suddenly became aware of the other person's presence. Dongyi robe and black sword. He walked without breathing or heartbeat. If it weren't for the steady and balanced footsteps like a pendulum clock, I'm afraid,

He couldn't find the other party's location until he got close to him.

"Uncle Wu Zhu."

Fan Xian saw Wu Zhu approaching, and hurriedly greeted him and introduced to Zhou Ji: "This is one of my elders, Uncle Wu Zhu."

Zhou Ji noticed the black cloth covering Wu Zhu's eyes and swallowed. Experts often have an indescribable sixth sense for danger. If they didn't know what was hidden under the black cloth in advance, even Zhou Ji would have noticed it.

Not the slightest danger.

No wonder Emperor Qing's generation of outstanding people would die because of these eyes. Zhou Ji didn't dare to look at them anymore. He cupped his fists and saluted, "Uncle Wuzhu."

"Uncle, this is Zhou Ji, a good friend of mine." Fan Xian did not introduce much, but only exchanged their names with each other.

Wu Zhu nodded slightly and said nothing. His ability to show up to see Zhou Ji was the limit of Fan Xian's hard work. As for the rest, it had nothing to do with him.

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Chapter completed!