Xu Changren looked at the lucky student with doubts on his face, and thought to himself, you were in the Shangshan District when I was in the blessing team, and you didn't join the blessing team until I entered the Shenming Sect. When did we become old friends?
Xu Changren said politely: "I have met a good gentleman."
The lucky man raised his neck, raised his chin, and said, "What, you joined the night guard? What's your job?"
Xu Changren said: "I mainly practice fortune-telling. My identity as Night Guard is just a virtual one. I work as an idle treasurer in the warehouse."
Upon hearing this, the lucky student looked at Xu Changren carefully, his eyes fell on the lucky silverbait bag on his waist, and his expression changed slightly.
That belongs to Mr. Big.
"It's just a ninth-grade person who is carrying a bag of lucky silver fish. It's different when he has a backer. You can go." Good Luck's business was waning, so he waved his hand and left slowly.
Xu Changren looked at the back of the lucky student and shook his head.
He walked into the Night Guard warehouse and carefully recorded the weapons in the warehouse according to Han Anbo's order.
A batch of ordnance was to be eliminated today, and Han Anbo asked him to handle and bury it by himself.
Xu Changren looked at the bundles of slightly old but obviously usable spears, his eyes moved, he took a deep breath, and slowly put them into his lucky silverbait bag.
In the evening, he came to the small courtyard on the edge of the town.
Twelve people have gathered inside.
"Look what I brought..." Xu Changren suppressed his excited voice and entered the courtyard.
In the distance, a black crow turned its head slightly, its eyes flashed, and recorded everything.
Crow watched from afar as Xu Changren and others learned military formations, spear skills, and then practiced spears.
It wasn't until midnight that the thirteen people dispersed.
The crow croaked softly, flapped its wings, flew high into the mountains, and landed in the mayor's mansion.
In the mayor's study, a poisonous devil puppet with white eyes stood at the door.
After writing the book, the mayor Zhang Wentian reached out and stroked the crow's head. In his eyes, the scene that the crow saw quickly flashed through his eyes.
He held the crow in his right hand, raised it slightly, and the crow flew away.
He thought for a long time and called Mr. Fu.
"Do you know Xu Changren?"
"When my senior fellow apprentice was Mr. Fu, my disciples were responsible for investigating everyone. My subordinates know this Xu Changren very well."
"Tell me more about it."
"This man brought his family in... Later, his daughter was spotted by the Thirty-Two Madam and planned to train her into a maid, but the young master met her one day... and then she died... Not long after, Fuwu
Appeared, Xu Changren's mother died inside... The mist of fortune was very light, not many people died, but some people got lucky many times... Xu Changren believed that it was the two young masters of the Xue family who did it. According to common sense, he did not
Wrong guess... Later, he appeared to be working hard in the Yingfu Team, but occasionally chatted with dirty beggars..."
After Mr. Fu finished telling the story, the mayor said: "These days, I found that he is collecting night guards or broken weapons from the past, gathering some people, and training..."
After listening to Zhang Wentian's explanation, Mr. Fu smiled and said: "I'm afraid this matter has nothing to do with the Night Guard. The Night Guard has strong horses and strong horses, so there is no need to train those deceitful losers. What's more, his disobedience has long since
It was already there before the Night Guard came. The most likely reason is that Xu Changren learned fortune-telling and thought he had a backer, so he wanted to do something. To say that some people of that level resisted going to the mountainous area is simply wishful thinking, but it disgusts us.
It is possible. Therefore, I think Xu Changren wants to build his own power, and at a critical moment, he will cause trouble in the lower district and become a small leader of his own."
Zhang Wentian shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with Ye Wei. It's impossible for Ye Sizheng not to know this. Either he doesn't care, or he also wants to watch a good show and see what Xu Changren can do."
Do something. However, you are right about one thing. This kind of petty quarrel will not become a big deal. What we need to care about is the fifth devil, Ye Han and the King of Chu, and the rest are not worth mentioning."
"The fifth demon should be from the Sand Demon Sect. There are other demons. If the Bewitching Demon is allowed to come, there will be some trouble. It is said that the Bewitching Demon is the best at acting according to the situation. He is quite strategic and there is not much insidiousness in the Demon Sect.
See."
Zhang Wentian said: "There have been many problems in the town recently, so you should pay more attention."
"Master, please rest assured, my disciple will handle it properly."
"Just keep an eye on the matter between Xu Changren and the dirty beggar, unless there is a big move... Well, even if there is a big move, you can suppress it by yourself. As long as they don't cross the line, there is no need for me to offend the night guard for them." Zhang Wen
The way of heaven.
"Master, after we deal with the fifth devil, the Night Guard and the King of Chu..." Mr. Fu narrowed his eyes slightly.
Zhang Wentian said: "What the other companies want is to let the Night Guard and the King of Chu fight each other, and we will deal with the endgame. However, the Night Guard is always a hidden danger. After solving the problem of sending the demons to the Five Sons, we can free up our hands."
"Okay, disciple, prepare first."
Mr. Fu left the mayor's mansion, walked a few steps, looked back at the door, concealing the envy in his eyes, and returned to his residence.
The next day, Mr. Fu got up early.
When I walked outside the town government office in Xiashan District, I heard a lot of cursing inside. When I walked in, I saw more than ten people making a fuss, waving swords and fighting each other.
The rest of the people gathered around the edge, cheering, cheering, and yelling.
"Presumptuous!" Mr. Fu roared angrily, and his anger exploded in the yard with the sound.
The dozen or so people suddenly trembled, put away their swords, and looked at Mr. Fu.
Mr. Fu squinted his eyes and said: "Very good, as soon as I took office, you guys started fighting in the Yamen. Drag all the people who come, give them forty sticks each, and throw them into prison to wait for my interrogation!"
The other officers swarmed up, tied up the dozen or so people, and sent them to the backyard to build a plank.
Mr. Fu walked a few more steps, and the prison guard ran over in a panic and said, "Sir, it's not good. The prisoners inside are so crazy that some of them banged their heads against the wall and it all collapsed."
A wall."
"It doesn't make people worry!" Mr. Fu scolded and rushed to the prison. He maimed a few leaders on the spot, shocked the others, and then walked to the study.
Before he could enter the study, several servants ran in and shouted: "Mr. Qi Fu, more than a hundred people besieged Zhang's Medical Center and demanded compensation from Zhang's Medical Center. There were also people who fished in troubled waters and said that their family members died in Zhang's Medical Center.
In my hand, it’s just a fart, if the town is going to die, every family will die, they don’t have any family.”
Mr. Fu rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. He vaguely felt that there were too many things today and he would be bored to death by these nonsense.
"Let's go, come with me and have a look. Don't make a big fuss."
Mr. Fu walked forward quickly.
In the land of Fu Town, in addition to the dense river water and rat warriors, there are also wisps of faint black mist, which slowly pours into all parts of Fu Town and gradually enters the bodies of some people.
Wisps of black mist traveled underground, passed over the streets and houses, and entered an ordinary residence.
In this residential house, a young man wearing a brocade robe and casual clothes is using life materials to refine the momentum block.
"Oh, it's useless again..."
Li Qingxian casually threw aside the situation block in the shape of a white building in his hand.
Bang...
The piece flew over the courtyard wall and landed in the neighboring courtyard.
The courtyard is filled with dense piles of stone blocks, one layer thick and as high as waist high.
Li Qingxian recalled the failure and absorbed the experience. Suddenly he frowned and vaguely felt that his demonic power was affected. After a closer look, he could not find out why, so he continued to refine the momentum block.