The policeman wanted to explain why he couldn't be locked up, but Rong Fei made a silencing gesture towards him, then turned to Murong Qiu Shui and looked at her with a half-smile, and at the same time raised his right palm.
Murong Qiu Shui made a dodge action in response, but Rong Fei's slap did not go down.
"Squat down, and you are not allowed to make your own decisions before I let you get up."
Murong Qiu Shui squatted down obediently, half thankful and half annoyed.
Fortunately, Rong Fei did not take action this time and he was spared the humiliation.
What makes me upset is that I am so unlucky to meet such a stupid young man.
Seeing Murong Qiu Shui squatting down, Rong Fei signaled the policeman to speak.
The policeman looked at the Saint of Qiankun Guan who was squatting on the ground like a well-behaved puppy, and for a moment he forgot what he wanted to say.
Rong Fei didn't push him, he folded his arms across his chest and waited patiently for him to clear his mind.
"Sir...Sir, Qiankun Temple is one of the Four Holy Lands, and it is also the largest place for refining elixirs. Not to mention our Immortal Division, even the imperial court cannot afford to offend them. If they imprison their saint, it is a despicable position.
I’m worried that I’ll be beaten to the door and I won’t be able to end it.”
The policeman was stunned for a long time before explaining in a nutty tone.
"The Four Absolute Holy Lands? I remember it should be the Five Absolutes, right?"
Rong Fei said seriously.
"This...this, this..."
The policeman's tongue seemed to be tied up, and he was unable to speak. At this moment, Rong Fei in his eyes had three big characters written on his forehead - Leng Tou Qing.
Eight hundred years ago, there were indeed five unique skills, but our Ji Xian Division is no longer what it used to be.
The policeman sighed in his heart, this is something that everyone knows but cannot be told openly.
"Don't worry, even if I get into trouble, you won't be implicated. Just follow my instructions."
Rong Fei patted the policeman on the shoulder and said, and then added another sentence.
"By the way, you are not familiar with my temper when we meet you for the first time, and I don't blame you. But today we have a word first. From now on, when you work under me, you will either obey my orders or pack up and leave. There is no third way."
The policeman wanted to dissuade him a few more words, but Rong Fei raised three fingers.
"one."
Rong Fei read a word and put down a finger.
The policeman looked confused. He didn't know why the stupid young man suddenly got crazy and started counting.
"two."
Rong Fei read two words and put down a finger.
"I humble my duty and obey my orders."
A policeman who looked very smart rushed over quickly, nodded and bowed and said to Rongfei, and then grabbed his colleague who was still stunned.
"What are you doing stupidly? Why don't you put the criminal in jail quickly?"
The previous police officer woke up like a dream, and together with the clever police officer, Murong Qiu Shui was taken away.
"Don't blame the saint, we are also helpless."
The clever detective explained to Murong Qiushui in a low voice.
"snort!"
All he got in exchange was a cold snort from Murong Qiu Shui.
After the two detectives escorted Murong Qiushui away, Rong Fei glanced around and pointed at one of the detectives to come over.
"Is there a woman in the department?"
The policeman raised his eyebrows when he heard this, his eyes showed an evil light, he chuckled and whispered.
"Of course there are none in the company. I don't know what kind of taste you like, you can bring it back from outside. Don't worry, sir, come quietly and leave quietly, and no one will know."
Rong Fei knew that Hui Hui had misunderstood, but he didn't explain, just stared at him with cold eyes.
The detective broke out in cold sweat as he was stared at. He turned his mind countless times before he understood what Rong Fei meant, and he quickly replied seriously.
"Sir, there are two cooks in the dining hall."
"Ask them to search the prisoners. Except for the clothes, all other items will be confiscated and sealed, including the belt. Remember, the attitude must be modest, and no abuse, beating, or other bad behavior will occur."
Rong Fei warned.
Oh, this little adult is not only crazy, but also shameless. I don’t know who slapped the beautiful saint just now.
The police officer was slandering in his heart, but he pretended to be respectful on his face and followed the order.
Glancing at the other detectives, Rong Fei was too lazy to pay attention to them and waved them away.
Then he stared coldly at the crowd watching outside the gate, and the crowd also retreated obediently.
In the blink of an eye, Rong Fei was the only one left in the front yard of Nuo Da's Jixian Division, looking up at the writing on the boulder in a daze with his hands behind his hands.
He Leochen should be the real name of the god-catcher who founded the Jixian Division eight hundred years ago.
Immortals and gods are guilty of the same crimes as common people.
Although there were only nine short words, the courage and determination it showed made Rong Fei admire him deeply. He was also fascinated by the scene when Ji Xian Si was founded eight hundred years ago.
White clouds and gray dogs, things are different and people are different.
The boulder with the writing on it is still standing upright, but Ji Xiansi is almost collapsed, with only Qingzhi struggling to support it.
…
The liquidation process in Dayan Court was indeed a bit boring. Jiange Changkong Wuji, who originally wanted to join in the fun, yawned after looking at it for a while, and stretched out his hand to pull Qingyang Taoist who was also drowsy next to him.
Taoist Qingyang understood what was happening and greeted the officials from the Ministry of Etiquette who were in charge of reception. Then he and Changkong Wuji left the Fengtian Hall through the side door.
After leaving the palace, Changkong Wuji, the sword madman, said hello and then returned to the residence arranged by the Ministry of Rites to study the sword's meaning.
Taoist Qingyang was just about to take a stroll and experience the local customs of Kyoto, when he saw two disciples of Qiankun Temple coming towards him in a hurry.
"What happened? Where is Qiu Shui?"
Seeing the difference in their expressions, Taoist Qingyang asked in a deep voice.
This time when he came to Kyoto to attend the grand ceremony, Qingyang only brought three disciples with him. Seeing that Murong Qiushui was not there, and then thinking about the temper of his nephew, he immediately guessed that he must have caused some trouble.
"Senior Sister Qiu Shui was... arrested by Ji Xian Si."
"What, you were arrested, why?"
Qingyang said in surprise.
"Actually, you can't blame Senior Sister Qiu Shui. It was all instigated by those people in Shushan. You also know Senior Sister Qiu Shui's temper. Uncle, if you couldn't hold it back for a moment, you just..."
"That's all. Stop hesitating and speak quickly."
"I just smashed the plaque of Ji Xian Si."
"Hiss~"
Qingyang took a deep breath when he heard this.
Smashing someone's sign is like slapping someone in the face.
Although Ji Xiansi is now a fallen phoenix and not as good as a chicken, there is still Yu Qingzhi after all. Kyoto is their home field, and even he does not dare to go too far in the open.
Why is this kid Qiu Shui so reckless?
Qingyang complained to Murong Qiushui a few words in his heart, and then thought that Yu Qingzhi was accompanying Emperor Yan in the Fengtian Palace at this time, so he happened to fish him out while he didn't know about it.
As for whether Yu Qingzhi will come to ask for an explanation in the future, we will tell at that time.
Thinking of this, Qingyang did not dare to delay any longer. He glared at the two disciples fiercely, then left them and rushed towards Jixian Division.
The entire Kyoto is covered by the Five Ultimate Formation, and any unusual fluctuations in spiritual power will be noticed by Yu Qingzhi, who holds the eye of the formation. In order not to alarm him, Taoist Qingyang did not dare to use spells and could only rely on
Running on two legs.
I was out of breath from the exhaustion of galloping all the way, and I could already see the dilapidated gatehouse of Ji Xian Si not far away.
Sure enough, the decayed plaque originally hung on the gatehouse was gone, and the steps below were filled with scattered wood chips.
Although he was angry at Murong Qiu Shui's recklessness, Taoist Qingyang felt quite happy when he saw the plaque of Ji Xian Division being smashed.
It’s good to be young, to be motivated and dare to think and do.
In this way, Qiankun Guan has once again made a small appearance in the world of spiritual practice and gained some limelight.
Calculated in this way, Qiu Shui is a lucky girl, hehe.
Taoist Qingyang was thinking secretly in his mind. He had already adjusted his breathing when he walked slowly to the gate of Jixian Division. When he was about to climb up the steps, he suddenly thought of a question.
Although that girl Qiu Shui was chosen as a saint for some special reasons, and her cultivation is the weakest among the nine world-famous ones in Qiankun Guan, she is still a real seventh-level saint.
Why were you arrested by Ji Xian Si?
Except for Yu Qingzhi, I haven't heard of any other masters in Jixian Division. I was walking in a hurry just now, but I forgot to ask two disciples about this.
After thinking for a moment and not being able to figure out the reason, Qingyang shook his head, stepped onto the stone steps, and walked into the gate of Jixian Division.
It was already past mid-day, and the Jixian Si Yamen was facing south. The golden-red halo of the setting sun crossed the low wall on the side and shone diagonally into the courtyard, making Rong stand in front of the boulder and wear a gold and jade hat.
Not like a god, half of his body is emitting golden light.
Taoist Qingyang, who had just stepped into the courtyard, was almost blinded by the flash of golden light and quickly raised his sleeves to cover his eyes.
Who is such a coquettish person wearing all gold?
Taoist Qingyang cursed in his heart, but then he thought of a possibility.
Looking at the entire Dayan court, there is only one type of person and one person who is qualified to dress himself in a golden look.
One type of people is naturally the Dayan royal family.
And one person is Yu Qingzhi, the chief arrester of the Jixian Division.
The golden and jade Xiezhi crown uniform was the official uniform given to the chief arrester of the Jixian Division by the founding emperor of Dayan. The top was made of gold and jade, and it looked dazzling in the sunlight.
But Yu Qingzhi should be at Fengtian Palace, why was he ahead of him?
Or maybe someone at Ji Xian Division had tipped him off in advance.
The more Qingyang Taoist thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was correct. It was inconvenient for him to use magic in Kyoto City. However, Yu Qingzhi did not have such worries and could naturally get to Jixian Division first.
At this time, Taoist Qingyang's eyes had adapted to the dazzling golden light, and he put down his sleeves and looked at the figure in front of the boulder.
The figure looks right, but why don't you turn around and turn your back to yourself? Maybe you want to show off your power, and when you ask for compensation later, you will open your mouth wide and give yourself a black eye.
The more Taoist Qingyang thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, and he made up his mind not to show weakness in his momentum.
So he stood at the door without taking the initiative to speak, waiting for Yu Qingzhi to turn around and speak first.
Rong Fei stared at the writings on the boulder, and his thoughts traveled back eight hundred years ago. He recalled the majestic and heroic figure of the God Catcher who single-handedly overpowered the entire spiritual world, and his admiration for him was like the Yellow River flooding out of control.
Rong Fei was so intoxicated at the moment that he didn't even realize there was someone standing behind him.
Taoist Qingyang stood at the door for a cup of tea, and saw that Yu Qingzhi was still standing still, with no intention of turning around. He sighed secretly, knowing that he was still at the disadvantage after all.
At this time, there was no trace of Murong Qiushui in the courtyard, so he must have been imprisoned in a cell.
Yu Qingzhi can continue to act pretentious, but he cannot. His niece is still suffering in prison. If it drags on any longer, how can he deal with Senior Brother Yunyang who does not know whether he is alive or dead?
After sighing, Taoist Qingyang released a stream of spiritual consciousness towards Yu Qingzhi.
Don't make a sound, use your spiritual sense to find the way. Let's see how you, surnamed Yu, still pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Although it can be regarded as a disguised display of weakness, it is more dignified and more powerful than speaking directly.
But in the next moment, Taoist Qingyang, who felt that he had regained some of his momentum, suddenly changed his expression, and was shocked in his heart - how could it be... like this!