"My aunt is in a bad mood. If you don't want to die, get away."
Murong Qiushui raised his head and glared at Rong Fei who was standing in front of him and said coldly.
Rong Fei first checked the condition of the young detective and found that his left clavicle was broken and two ribs were broken on his left chest. However, his chest rose and fell steadily, and although his breathing was a little rapid, it was considered normal. His lungs should not have been injured.
At present, life is safe.
After confirming that the young detective's life was not in danger, Rong Fei let out a sigh of relief, then turned his head and stared at Murong Qiushui condescendingly.
"Prisoners should have the awareness of prisoners. If I were placed in Fencheng, any prisoner who dared to talk to me like this would be given three ear-scratches to let him know his identity. But for the sake of you being a woman, I will give you one.
Opportunity. If I don’t ask, you’re not allowed to answer. If I ask, if you don’t answer within three breaths, I’ll give you a slap on the ear. And so on, no limit. Do you understand?”
Rong Fei bent down, his face stopped about two punches away from Murong Qiushui, and asked with a smile.
Being so close to each other, this is already considered frivolous. The saintly saint has never been insulted like this before. Murderous intent burst out in her eyes as she spoke every word.
"you dare!"
"Haha, wrong answer."
Snapped!
In everyone's disbelieving eyes, Rong Fei's rough palms and Murong Qiu Shui's pink cheeks had a brief but fierce collision, and the final result was naturally Rong Fei's victory.
Who is that guy? Is he crazy? He actually dares to slap the Saint of Qiankun in public.
The officials from various ministries who were watching and everyone in the Jixian Division inside were all dumbfounded.
Rong Fei slapped Murong Qiushui with all his strength. Murong Qiushui's head was turned at a right angle, and the jade hairpin stuck in his bun was thrown away, and his hair was covered with green hair.
Murong Qiu Shui didn't feel much pain, but many stars suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, his head went blank for a moment, and there was a sweet and salty taste in his mouth.
When her thoughts came back to her senses, Murong Qiu Shui's neck stiffened and she turned back little by little. She looked through the scattered hair in front of her eyes and saw that disgusting smiling face that made people want to tear it to pieces and trample it to pieces.
"You dare to hit me...I am the Saint of Qiankun Temple...I am walking in the world...my father is..."
Murong Qiu Shui gritted her teeth and screamed with a ferocious face. She completely lost her previous aloof, cold and arrogant look. But before she could tell her father's name, she saw the devil in white clothes raising his palm.
"Understood!"
Murong Qiushui's voice changed and she answered obediently.
"Well, children can be taught."
Rong Fei patted Murong Qiushui's head and said happily.
"You should feel lucky that you didn't take the life of my colleague, otherwise it wouldn't be a slap in the face."
After saying that, Rong Fei picked up the unconscious policeman and walked towards the gate of Jixian Division, holding the Juxian shackles in his hand.
Murong Qiu Shui, whose hair was disheveled and no longer looked like a fairy, was pulled by the immortal shackles and had to struggle to stand up and follow him.
"Stop! This is the important place of Jixian Division, and no one else is allowed to enter without permission."
Seeing Rong Fei walking towards the door, several people who had been hiding behind the door quickly jumped out, stopped in front of Rong Fei and shouted.
Rong Fei stopped and didn't speak. He just glanced at several people with cold eyes.
The white shirt on Rong Fei's body looked familiar to several people, and they were not sure who he was for a moment. They also felt a little guilty and cowardly, not knowing whether to stop or give in.
The previous performance of several people made Rong Fei angry. He was too lazy to pay attention to these incompetent and cowardly people, and walked through the group of people with a cold snort.
Entering the main entrance of Jixiansi, you will see a large and spacious courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard lies a huge stone about four feet wide and as tall as two people. On the side of the stone facing the gate, there is a line of large characters painted in gold carved on it.
Immortals and gods are guilty of the same crimes as common people.
There is a signature in the lower right corner - He Leochen.
What a spirit!
Rong Fei praised in his heart.
It's just that the signed name is a bit weird, it smells like a monk. After removing the surname, it looks more like a Buddhist title.
Next to the words "He Liaochen", there were four palm prints. Rong Fei looked closely and found that the four palm prints were different in size, fat and thin, but they were all more than an inch deep into the boulder and the palm prints were clear and distinct. It was absolutely impossible to be
Chiseled.
Was it printed directly on the palm of your hand?
Rong Fei guessed in his mind.
After seeing the boulder, Rong Fei gently placed the unconscious policeman on the stone platform aside, and pointed to the side to signal to Murong Qiushui.
Murong Qiu Shui felt such hatred in her heart, but her cheeks were still burning and aching, reminding her all the time that it was best not to disobey this guy, and she could only go and sit on the stone platform obediently.
"Are all prisoners in Kyoto so famous?"
Rong Fei said in surprise.
While Murong Qiu Shui cursed Rong Fei in his heart that he would die a good death, he obediently got down from the stone platform and squatted on the ground.
Rong Fei nodded, took off the package on his back, opened it on the stone platform, took out the clothes inside and slowly put it on his body.
At this time, the crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the gate of Jixian Division. They all stood on tiptoes and stretched their heads to look in, waiting to see a good show.
But those people from the Ji Xian Division were still standing there stupidly, not knowing what to do.
More than a dozen people from the Jixian Division came out of a three-story building not far behind the boulder. They were stunned for a moment when they saw the crowd watching outside the gate, and then walked over to a few colleagues who were standing around to inquire about the situation in a low voice.
Before they could figure out what was going on, they heard the crowd outside the door suddenly burst into exclamations.
"That's... the golden and jade Xie Zhi crown uniform!"
"Hey, hey, I'm not dazzled, am I? Is that knife a tool to clean up injustice?"
"The white gown looked familiar to me earlier. Could it be that Mr. Yu has rejuvenated and changed his appearance?"
Compared to those watching the excitement outside the door, the dozen or so detectives from the Ji Xian Division were obviously more shocked and in disbelief.
The golden jade Xie Zhi crown uniform and the knife to clean up the injustice are the standard equipment of the chief arrester of the Ji Xian Division. Looking at the whole world, except for the chief arrest of the Ji Xian Division, no one else is qualified to wear these two items.
Although the current Chief Constable Yu Qingzhi cannot come to Ji Xian Si Yamen a few times a year, everyone knows that he is still alive. The position of Chief Constable has always been lifelong. As long as the previous Chief Constable is alive for one day, no one can try to usurp power.
Bit.
Just because the chief catcher of Jixian Division holds the key to the Five Ultimate Formation.
As a result, the identity and origin of this young man become even more mysterious.
As for other people's speculation that this was Yu Qingzhi's appearance after he had greatly improved his cultivation and returned to youth, everyone in the Jixian Division scoffed.
Under the gaze of everyone, Rong Fei slowly changed into the gold and jade Xie Zhi crown uniform, hung the grievance knife on the gold and jade belt around his waist, took the imperial silver medal in his hand and waved it towards everyone in the Ji Xian Division.
"My name is Rong Fei, the new fifth-grade head catcher of the Ji Xian Division."
Previously, Yu Qingzhi briefly introduced the situation of Jixian Division to Rong Fei.
There are currently twenty-one people working in the Jixian Division, including seven civilians and 14 military personnel. The civilian staff are all ordinary people, and the military staff are all practitioners.
The positions of military personnel copied the imperial official system and the grade divisions of the spiritual world, and were awarded corresponding positions according to personal spiritual realm. The ninth to seventh grades were all arresters, the sixth to fourth grades were head catchers, and the third grade and above were called head catchers.
Total arrest.
Rong Fei glanced around and counted the thirteen people standing in front of him, all dressed as agents in green soap clothes. In addition to the unconscious man lying on the stone platform, there were exactly fourteen military personnel who had arrived.
together.
According to Yu Qingzhi, these fourteen people are all at the ninth level of cultivation, which is the same level as Guo Xiao who was almost killed by Rong Fei with a fire blunderbuss when he was in Fencheng.
And Guo Xiao is just a registered disciple of Shushan, but these people in front of him are the entire combat power of Jixian Division.
Even though they are both in the Five Ultimates, the gap is really huge.
Rong Fei felt even more unhappy.
Level 5 head catcher!
Rong Fei's official position shocked everyone inside and outside the gate, including Murong Qiushui who was squatting by the stone platform.
How many years has it been since the Ji Xian Division went out to arrest heads?
The last time there were a few agents who broke through to the eighth level was more than thirty years ago.
Since this young man named Rong Fei has been appointed as the fifth-level head catcher, it means that he is still a fifth-level cultivator. Judging from his appearance, he cannot be more than twenty years old. At this age, he has reached the fifth-level cultivator.
Why, this kind of talent is at the level of a monster that can only be seen in a hundred years in the Four Ultimate Holy Land, but why has it never been heard of the existence of such a talented person in Jixian Division before?
Or could it be said that he was the successor secretly cultivated by Yu Qingzhi?
Yu Qingzhi is in his prime, and now that there is such a fifth-level monster, is it possible that the Ji Xian Division is about to turn around?
Rong Fei's appearance caused everyone to speculate. Some people in the crowd of onlookers had quietly retreated to deliver news to the superior officials or forces behind the scenes.
The detectives of the Jixian Division were suspicious, simply because Rong Fei was too young and did not have the aura of a fifth-grade practitioner.
However, the gold and jade hats and the knife were genuine, and there was also a silver medal to prove his position. In the end, he had no choice but to hand over the gift to Rongfei.
There is an extra fifth-grade arrester in the yamen for no apparent reason. Is it a blessing or a curse?
Everyone felt a little uneasy.
"What's his name?"
Facing the greetings from all the detectives, Rong Fei just nodded, then pointed at the unconscious detective on the stone platform and asked.
"My lord, his name is Gu Fengxiao, and he is a ninth-grade police officer. He joined the department as a civilian six months ago. He successfully established the foundation two months ago and then transferred to a military position."
The oldest-looking agent in the field stood up and answered.
Ouch, what a talent!
For such a rare talent, Yu Qingzhi did not cultivate him properly. He was left here to hang out with these flies and dogs. Even a piece of real gold would be covered in dust.
It seems that the reason for the decline of the Ji Xian Division is not only the deliberate suppression by the four Jedi, but also the huge problems in the training and selection of internal talents.
Yu Qingzhi's always smiling face and unhurried style came to mind, and Rong Fei became more and more sure of his judgment.
"Sending Gu Fengxiao to treatment, all expenses will be borne by the department."
Rong Fei ordered the policeman who stood up to answer.
"yes."
Seeing the unconscious Gu Fengxiao being carried away for treatment by two police officers, Rong Fei threw the Immortal Shackles in his hand to the nearest police officer.
"Put a person in prison and no one can visit him without my order."
"This...this..."
The detective had a troubled expression on his face, and after hesitating for a moment, he bravely spoke.
"Master Captor, she is a saint from the Qiankun Temple, so she cannot be imprisoned! Otherwise, big trouble will happen."
"snort!"
Murong Qiu Shui, who had become extremely well-behaved since being slapped by Rong Fei, stood up, pushed her hair out of her eyes, stared at Rong Fei with a raised eyebrow, and snorted coldly.