A huge black wood plaque hung horizontally above the majestic city wall with three large silver characters written on it: White Tiger Gate.

Under the plaque is the east gate of the capital. This is a huge fan-shaped arch. Two rows of armored soldiers standing solemnly, holding long swords in their hands and quietly monitoring the crowd.

As the bustling crowd walked into the arch, Song Zhi suddenly felt like something was peeping at his body. He looked up and found that it was an ancient wooden mirror hanging above the arch, and the obscure fluctuations came from it.

"This is a demon-scan mirror made of the branches of the world. With it, no monster or ghost can get into Beijing."

Li Meng saw Song Zhi looking up at the sky and took the initiative to explain to Song Zhi.

When Song Zhi heard this, he immediately realized that no wonder that only these soldiers were stationed in the gate of the capital, and there was no need to test them one by one. It turned out that there were such a powerful treasure.

I believe there should be many masters hiding in places that they cannot see, perhaps on this city wall.

"Senior Sister Meng'er, what is the World Tree?" Song Zhi asked curiously.

Li Meng did not answer immediately when she heard this, but instead smiled without saying a word.

After a while, they crossed the wide city wall, and Song Zhi immediately got the answer.

A giant tree towering into the clouds slowly emerged from his sight. The tree may be hundreds of meters high. The huge branches scattered to cover half of the capital. The golden leaves were densely covered with dragon scales, which was awesome and shocking.

He had seen the tree canopy from afar when he was riding in the forest before. At that time, he thought it was a mountain, but he never thought it would be just a leaf canopy of a tree.

"My God... What a big tree!!!"

Like most people first met, Song Zhi was also shocked. Such huge trees simply destroyed his views.

At this moment, Zhu Wushi leaned over from behind, looked at the giant tree in the distance, and sighed with his hands behind his back:

"The Dayuan Kingdom can become a human country that lasts until the end. Tsk, this world tree has made great contributions."

Song Zhi still felt incredible and blinked and said, "I just didn't expect that such a big tree would actually take root in the capital."

Li Meng shook her head and explained for Zhu Wushi:

"Strictly speaking, this is not the case. The capital city has three city gates, east, west and south. You can see that it is close to the world tree. In fact, its main trunk is outside the city wall, close to the imperial palace in the north of Beijing, so the capital city does not have a north gate."

Song Zhi then withdrew his gaze and thought to himself that this world is too magical, and there are trees taller than mountains.

However, the demon fox in his body was also very large during his lifetime, so he had to be strong enough to attack such an existence.

Li Meng held up an umbrella to cover himself and Song Zhi, looked back at Zhu Wushi and Xiang Ding, and asked:

"Mr. Zhu, I will take Song Zhi to the Demon Hunting Department to report now. Where are you?"

Xiang Ding, who was closer, responded first: "That's right. Mr. Zhu and I are going back to the house, so we'll walk together."

Zhu Wushi: "Okay."

Unlike the bustling and noisy imagined by Song Zhi, the crowded people were filled with people. After entering from the East Gate, there were no juggling troupes in the city that never sleeps, and there were no vendors who shouted. The capital city seemed particularly quiet.

Accompanied by the drizzle, pedestrians on the street were also in groups of three or three. The people here were wearing brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes and holding paper umbrellas, mostly like literati and poets. Occasionally, a carriage passed by and splashed water.

Song Zhi looked at the tall houses on both sides of the stone road and thoughtfully. He had learned from Li Meng that this Dongcheng District was the gathering place for the official residence and the imperial institutions, which was the so-called rich area.

The Demon Hunting Department they were going to is located at both ends of the same street as the Duke of Zhenguo where Zhu Wushi was located.

Most civilians in the capital gather in the south city, while the Xicheng District is the most prosperous market place. The most avant-garde invention of the Dayuan Kingdom and the rarest things can be found there. At the same time, there are restaurants and tumbles, and the morning singing and banquets are very lively.

...

After an autumn rain, the ground was covered with yellow flowers and purple stamens falling in the wind, indicating that all things wither and the coldness became stronger and stronger.

quack,

The bluestone slabs under your feet were stained with moss, which was particularly slippery in this rainy season. Song Zhi and Li Meng lived under an umbrella and walked side by side, and had a great conversation.

Soon, several people came to a stone bridge, and to the left was the chief officer of the Demon Hunting Department.

When you go to the right, you will be the Duke of Zhenguo.

Li Meng stopped, turned around and looked at Zhu Wushi, who was drizzled behind him and pondered with his hands behind his back, saying, "Mr. Marquis, then we'll leave first."

Zhu Wushi was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded expressionlessly:

"good."

After saying that, he took another step, and then he and Xiang Ding got off the stone bridge and walked to the right with great strides.

Song Zhi's hand stretched out froze in the air. He originally wanted to express his gratitude to Zhu Wushi for the escort along the way when he was leaving, but he didn't expect that Zhu Wushi would not even look at him and just leave.

Isn’t this world a polite person? Or is it just him?

“…”

Song Zhi slowly withdrew his hand, and at this time Li Meng beside him urged Song Zhi: "What are you stupid? Let's go too, it's raining heavily."

"kindness."

As one of the most important institutions of the Dayuan Kingdom, the Demon Hunting Department has cultivated countless outstanding demon-slaying masters in the past thousand years, many of whom are famous figures in history.

As the base camp of the demon-slaying master, the Beijing General Office has three divisions and nine branches, which govern the mobilization of demon-slaying masters in the entire Dayuan Kingdom, and even "Shou" himself took charge.

This street is called Baima Street, and at the end of the left is the headquarters of the Demon Hunting Department.

Song Zhi walked on the hazy street with the rainy curtain. Facing the coming of a brand new environment, even though he was good at socializing, he felt a little nervous. Fortunately, Senior Sister Meng'er beside him gave him a familiar feeling, which relieved this tension.

Tick ​​tick,

The raindrops fell on the paper umbrella, and Song Zhi quietly slowed down and looked behind him. The black figure was still there, still walking with his back to his back, with his tall and steady steps.

With a sigh, Song Zhi withdrew his gaze and accelerated his pace to catch up with Li Meng, and he had no intention of waving his hand.

Just the next moment when Song Zhi turned around, he seemed to have noticed something. Zhu Wushi's steps gradually stopped and turned around to look...

He calmly looked through the layers of rain, looking at the thin figure wearing a hat and a white robe swaying in the wind, his brow frowned slightly and didn't know what to think.

"Brother Zhu, I didn't say anything, but you have to tell me who is this girl?"

Xiang Ding's arm was placed on Zhu Wushi's shoulder at this moment, and a dull voice sounded above Zhu Wushi's head, his tone was full of curiosity and playfulness.

Zhu Wushi snorted coldly, but his eyes became intriguing, and he slowly spoke: "Haha, you will know in a short while. There is a magical guy."

"Magic?" Xiang Ding was a little confused.

Zhu Wushi didn't say anything else, turned around and continued to walk towards the end of the street, shaking his head and muttering to himself:

"I'm not used to it."
Chapter completed!