"Old Ming, what's wrong? Are you worried?"
Seeing that Huang Ming was absent-minded, Yang Xukuan asked.
"Oh, no, maybe I drank too much yesterday, it's okay."
Huang Mingqiang cheered up and smiled.
"Really? Why don't you go back and rest early?"
Yang Xukuan was a little worried.
"It's okay, it's really okay."
Huang Ming also felt that he seemed to be worrying too much, so he adjusted it.
However, Huang Ming's worries soon became reality.
Not long after, three powerful spiritual thoughts swept over Huang Ming outside the park. Huang Ming knew that one of them was Wang Yu, whom he had just met in the afternoon.
"Your sister actually came to my door."
Huang Ming cursed secretly, but the uneasy feeling in his heart disappeared. After all, it is a blessing or a curse that cannot be avoided. Now that it is coming, it is a big deal and he will fight.
A few minutes later, Wang Yu and two other people appeared at the door of the hot pot restaurant.
Of those two people, one was in his thirties and was in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation, and the other was about forty years old and was in the late stage of Jindan cultivation.
Yang Xukuan didn't know the inside story and went up to meet him.
"How many of you are dining here? Do you have a reservation?"
"Never booked."
The middle-aged man in the late Jindan stage answered.
"Okay, three of you, please."
Yang Xukuan led the three people to the lobby on the first floor.
"Can you arrange a private room or a quieter place?"
Wang Yu asked.
"The private room is still there, but is it a little too big for the three of you to sit in?"
"No, we mainly want to talk about something, please arrange it."
Wang Yu smiled.
"Okay then, please invite me upstairs."
Yang Xukuan took them to the private room on the second floor.
After sitting down, the middle-aged man in the late Jindan stage looked at Yang Xukuan.
"Brother, can you ask the boss at the cashier to come up? We have something to do with him."
"Just tell me if you have anything, it's the same thing."
Yang Xukuan smiled politely. He handled the hot pot restaurant externally and internally, and it was his job to receive the competent departments or coordinate relations.
Upon hearing that these people were looking for their boss, Yang Xukuan subconsciously thought that these people might be the leaders of a certain department.
The three people were stunned for a moment, but the middle-aged man immediately changed his explanation.
"Oh, actually it's nothing. We just think that brother looks familiar and want to chat with him. Boss, don't worry too much. Why don't you go and ask if he would like to come up and have a drink with us?"
"Is that so? Okay, then you order the food first and I'll go ask."
Yang Xukuan returned to the cashier.
"Hey, Lao Ming, I arranged those three people into a private room just now, but they seem to be here for you and asked you to come up and have a chat. What's going on?"
Yang Xukuan felt a little strange.
"It's okay. I've seen one of them, but I'm not familiar with him. OK, then I'll go up and have a look."
Huang Ming couldn't say much, so he left the cashier and went to the private room.
Entering the private room, Wang Yu greeted him.
"Friend Daoist Han, come and sit here."
Huang Ming hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and finally walked over to Wang Yu and sat down.
"Fellow Daoist Han, don't be nervous. We are just here to understand some situations. This is my ID."
The middle-aged man in the late Jindan stage took out a red ID from his coat pocket and handed it to Huang Ming.
Huang Ming took a look at the certificate with some confusion. There was a looming anti-counterfeiting, discolored, five-clawed golden dragon printed on the cover of the certificate.
Opening the inner page, it says "China's Hidden Dragon Division" on the left side, and Zhang Zhigang, Captain of the Silver Dragon Guard, on the right side, and there is also a steel seal with two golden dragons surrounding the Bagua.
"It turns out to be Yinlongsi, disrespectful and disrespectful."
Huang Ming returned the certificate to the man named Zhang Zhigang.
Zhang Zhigang smiled, put away his certificate and continued.
"The person next to me is Huang Lei, the captain of the Southwest District of the Silver Dragon Guard. As for this fellow Daoist Wang from the Wang family in the capital, I don't think I need to introduce him."
Huang Ming didn't vent his anger. He knew that he couldn't hide this time. Since everyone had come to the door, he might as well speak frankly.
"Captain Zhang, if you don't speak secretly, you come to me. What's going on?"
"Haha, we cultivators are indeed quick to talk, okay, then I will tell you the truth. We are looking for you for two things."
"The first is that you have not registered with the Yinlong Division. In order to prevent the hidden world of immortal cultivators from being exposed, and to maintain the long-term peace and order of the world and the hidden world, all immortal cultivators must accept the registration and supervision of the Yinlong Division."
"Why? Although the immortal cultivators are stronger than ordinary people, they have secluded themselves from the world since ancient times and never interfered in the affairs of the world. Moreover, the immortal cultivators have their own rules of conduct. Why should they accept your supervision?"
Huang Ming was a little resistant.
"Fellow Daoist Han, don't get excited. Our Little Spirit Heaven has lost contact with the upper world for more than 800 years. Some sects feel that there is no hope of ascending to immortality and have already thought of returning to the earthly world."
"But today is a modern society, a society ruled by law. If people know that there is another lawless place in the world that is stronger than ordinary people, wouldn't people be frightened and the world would be in chaos?"
"In order to avoid chaos and panic in society, all Chinese cultivators must register with our Yinlong Division and accept supervision, and must abide by corresponding laws and regulations. After all, harmony is the theme of this era."
"Harmony? Captain Zhang, I know that Yinlongsi represents the will of the country, and it also has some special magic weapons that can deal with immortal cultivators."
"But there are people outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. What if some cultivators with profound magic power use magic power in front of mortals, or even rely on force to kill people, what can you do? Can you control it?"
Huang Ming is most concerned about this. Of course harmony is good, but does Yinlongsi have the strength?
Even if the Wang family helps Yinlong refine some special magic weapons, the Wang family is still just a sect that cultivates immortality in the hidden world and is not invincible.
"Good question, Fellow Daoist Han. Immortal cultivators may be very powerful, but as you said, there are people outside the world. Fellow Daoist Han, have you seen the movie "Harry Potter"? Have you ever heard of District 51 in the United States? ".
Zhang Zhigang smiled when he said this.
"Fellow Daoist Han, immortal cultivators are not the only hidden power in this world. There are many things you don't know."
"I can only tell you, don't doubt the power of Yinlongsi, let alone the firm will of a country. Well, you'd better take a look at the laws and regulations regarding immortal cultivators."
After Zhang Zhigang finished speaking, he turned to look at the captain of the Southwest District of the Silver Dragon Guard named Huang Lei.
That Huang Lei quickly took out a pamphlet from the briefcase beside him and handed it to Huang Ming.
Huang Ming subconsciously took the brochure and took a look, and was stunned.
The name of this booklet is actually called "Laws and Regulations for Immortal Cultivators".
Looking at this book, Huang Ming suddenly felt like ten thousand grass and mud horses rolling past.
