The county government office is located in the south of the county seat. The door is open. Two government officials are standing there, one on the left and one on the right. There is a drum at the door, but the drum is covered with dust. It may have been out of use for a long time.
"Excuse me, my name is Song Yin. I am a cultivator from the Jinxian Sect. I would like to see your county magistrate." Song Yin made a straight shot.
He himself was the type to speak his mind, so it was easy to deal with ordinary people, as he did not want to cause surprise, but now that he wanted to ask the county magistrate about the right path, it was naturally better to reveal his identity.
As for continuing to disguise his identity for 'incognito private visits' and so on, he has already seen what is going on in the county, so there is no need to continue to see.
But after he said this, no one responded to him.
The two government officials stood blankly at the door, like sculptures.
Wang Qizheng shouted: "My senior brother is talking to you, can't you hear me!"
His voice was loud and loud, like the roar of a ferocious beast, which shocked the bodies of the two government officials before they came to their senses.
They took a closer look at the people's clothes. The leader was wearing coarse linen clothes and was average-looking, but the people at the back were richly dressed, some were tall and mighty, and some were cold and arrogant, but they looked extraordinary.
only.
"Is there something wrong with you? I'll go and report it." A government official said.
what's the situation?
Senior brother, didn’t you say this clearly?
What kind of attitude is this?
"My senior brother wants to see you county magistrate, do you still need to report?"
Wang Qizheng stretched out his hand and stirred up a ball of flame.
The person who lit the fire in his hand was obviously a special person, which made the two government officials take a step back in shock.
"Great Immortals, please don't misunderstand. This is the rule. Don't embarrass the younger one. I will report it right now."
Seeing this, the older yamen officer winked at the younger one, and the younger one ran inside without saying a word.
On the other hand, the young man, although timid, guarded the yamen entrance to prevent anyone from entering.
"Third Junior Brother." Song Yinchao frowned at Wang Qizheng.
Wang Qizheng obediently put away the flame in his hand and glared at the officer.
Song Yin cupped his hands and bowed his head: "Don't blame me, my junior brother is impulsive. If you are offended, I will apologize."
"Don't dare."
The yamen servant quickly stepped aside and refused to accept Song Yin's gift. It was not that he didn't want to accept it. The main reason was that when the man lowered his head, the expressions of the few people behind him turned gloomy. The little girl even took out the doll. They always felt that the little girl was weird. It was very scary, like a ghost at night, and he was so scared that he could only move away.
"As long as you don't embarrass the younger one, it's fine. The younger one is just a yamen servant and can't control anything. I still respect the great immortal, but I just can't afford to hire one." The yamen servant said with a bitter smile.
Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu looked at each other and felt strange.
Invite the Great Immortal.
The stall owner said the same thing before. I didn't notice it at first, but now the more I think about it, the more something is wrong.
You can do it in Daxian if you ask for help from an immortal.
Wanyangu of the Lishi Sect specializes in this.
But this is Dayan!
Not Daqian!
In Daqian, the senior brother's level of indulgence towards mortals was far beyond anyone else. Even a ninth-level Qi practitioner could be knocked down by a drop of dung, and he was not afraid of anything.
The Qi Refiners from the Golden Immortal Sect who met them loved him, but they didn't say they were afraid of him.
But in the outside world, based on their experience, when they meet a great immortal, they have to kneel down and kowtow.
How can a mortal be so brave?
If you look closely, you will see that there is nothing wrong with the residue. Its essence, energy, spirit and charm are incomplete, and it is ignorant and unaware of itself.
Where do you have the courage to hinder them here?
And listening to his words, this great immortal should be able to see him at will.
"Extermination of demons and defense of the Way should be done, so why bother to invite him? If you have any difficulties, just tell them." Song Yin said.
"No, no, there's no difficulty."
Seeing Song Yin's politeness, the yamen officer relaxed and said, "Don't be surprised, you guys are here to report. The county magistrate has many things to do every day, and I can't make the decision. Otherwise, you would have gone in long ago." .”
Zhang Feixuan asked at this time: "You said you can't afford to hire a great immortal. This great immortal is expensive?"
The yamen servant smiled and said, "Just kidding, why is the price so expensive? What kind of money do you make? If you slay demons, the price is certainly not expensive."
Just as he was talking, the young yamen officer was panting and trotting over with another person. The person looked like a housekeeper. He glanced at Song Yin and others, then at the tall Wang Qizheng, and then he held his hand and said:
"The young one is the steward of the county magistrate. You are polite. If you are invited by me, please come with me."
"Trouble."
Song Yin cupped his hand and was led into the lobby.
The lobby is just an ordinary lobby, not much different from the ancient appearance in Song Yin's memory. There are several desks and an empty space in the middle.
Behind the lobby is the residence. This yamen is a combination of official and private offices. The lobby in front is the government yamen, and in the back is the residence of the county magistrate.
Along the way, the steward looked at them again and again. Wang Qizheng was a little impatient and glared at them and said, "What are you looking at?"
"Don't blame me, don't blame me."
The steward said: "I saw other practitioners wearing uniform clothes to correct their style, but a few of them are not the same, so I saw more of them. Where are they from?"
Song Yin said: "We are from the Jinxian Sect. My name is Song Yin, and these are my junior brothers."
He made an introduction and continued: "My sect is not particular about the clothes you wear. We don't have many disciples in our sect. We also have other sects, most of which are identified by their Dharma sect, but not by their clothes."
"That's it." The steward nodded, but with a glance from the corner of his mouth, Zhang Feixuan looked sharply, and it was obvious that this person was disgusted.
He had seen this look many times in the human world.
This manager clearly thinks that their faction is very small.
As a mortal, do you think that the sect of cultivators is small?
What's the point of this?
The steward introduced them into the living room and said with a smile: "Sit down a moment. The master is washing and dressing. He will be there in a moment."
With that said, he took the lead in retreating.
After a while, a servant came up to deliver tea.
"Quite polite."
Wang Qizheng shook his head, snorted disdainfully, picked up the tea cup, and the tea cup was like a pocket object in his hand. He opened the tea lid and drank like a cow, and then he frowned.
"It's Chamozi!" Wang Qizheng frowned, looking unhappy.
Zhang Feixuan opened the tea lid and looked disgusted, "They are treating us as guests."
Now that life is better, he doesn't want to drink this kind of tea. In Daqian, all he drank was the best tea.
If it weren't for his senior brother's disapproval, he would have wanted the bright girl to pick a new tea with her mouth and drink it.
Song Yin looked unhappy, "People are kind enough to entertain us, but you dislike this and that. It's not the way to be a guest."
As he spoke, he picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and nodded to the servant who had not left yet: "Thank you."
The servant was stunned for a moment. He had heard the government servant running over just now. These people were cultivators, people who came and went.
These people don't look at him very much on weekdays.
But now, being stared at by this person, he just felt like a spring breeze, and that thank you made him straighten his back a little.
"No, no, you immortals, you can tell me when the county magistrate comes."
The servant looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he stretched out two fingers and said, "Two hundred taels, we can definitely do it."
It's late today. Sorry, there is still one chapter left. I'm still writing. I posted it early in the morning.
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