Rong Fei followed Xiao Shunzi to find a place to take a quick bath, put on the white shirt given by Yu Qingzhi, and had a delicious meal before bidding farewell to Xiao Shunzi and leaving the palace.
After walking out of the palace gate, Rong Fei tightened the cloth bag containing the rewards on his back and followed the route pointed by Xiao Shunzi to find the location of Ji Xian Si Yamen.
The prosperity of the capital gave Ji Rouer, who had never seen the world, a feeling of wealth and charm. But for Rong Fei, who had seen a big city with a population of tens of millions in his previous life, it was just a lively county town level.
Ten years after his rebirth, the customs and customs of this world are no longer fresh. He walked through the streets and alleys very quickly and came to a long street south of the palace that Xiao Shunzi said.
Liubu Yamen is located on both sides of this long street, so this long street is jokingly called Qingyun Street by the people of Kyoto.
It means a smooth rise to the top, but over time no one remembers the original name of this long street.
Walking two-thirds of the distance along the long street from south to north, you can see a majestic two-story gatehouse that is three feet high. This is the Xingbu Yamen.
Opposite the Xingbu Yamen is a gatehouse of almost the same height, but dilapidated and gray. A mottled and worn-out plaque hangs above the main entrance of the gatehouse. On the plaque is written three large characters whose original color cannot be distinguished - Ji Xian Si .
On both sides of Qingyun Street, there were mostly government offices, large and small, with no shops or residences, so there were not many pedestrians on the street in the past.
When Rongfei came here, he saw a large group of people gathered in front of the shabby building opposite the Xingbu Yamen from a distance.
A clear, melodious and pleasant female voice came out from the crowd, but the content of the words was not very pleasant to Rong Fei.
"What a bullshit Ji Xian Si, I'm not afraid of the strong wind flashing my tongue. My aunt smashed it today to avoid annoying people."
As soon as the woman finished speaking, a ray of light rose from the center of the crowd and hit the dilapidated plaque on the dilapidated gate tower.
The plaque was already in a state of decay, and it fell apart at the slightest touch of the colorful rays of light, turning into countless fragments and falling down.
Hearing the sound, Rong Fei realized that something was wrong. He squeezed through the crowd and came to the circle. He looked up and saw that the bluestone steps in front of the main entrance of Jixian Division were covered with plaque fragments. There were also a few people sticking out from the inside of the main entrance to check. Situation head.
Those should be the office staff of Jixian Si Yamen, but when faced with the face-saving matter of their own Yamen's plaque being smashed, those few people not only had no intention of stopping them, but their eyes were full of panic.
The woman, who seemed afraid of having the plaque smashed, rushed in and beat them up.
Although I have just joined, I still don’t have a sense of identity with Ji Xian Division. But things hurt their own kind, Rong Fei still had mixed feelings in his heart.
After being bullied like this, not even one person dared to stand up and speak out. Ji Xian Si was really a soft persimmon who could be manipulated at will.
Is joining the Ji Xian Division a right or a wrong move?
Just as Rong Fei was sighing, there was a sudden quarrel in Jixian Division.
"Gu Fengxiao, you are crazy. Don't cause trouble to everyone."
"It's just a rotten plaque. Just replace it with a new one. Just bear with it and it will pass."
"Let me go, you are shameless, but I still want it."
Then a figure rushed out from the door, and Rong Fei took a closer look and saw a young policeman wearing a green soap coat.
The soap coat is the uniform of the police officer, but this soap coat is different from the uniform Rong Fei wore in Fencheng. There is also a patch embroidered with a monster pattern on his chest.
Rong Fei recognized the monster. It was shaped like an ox, with hair all over its body and a horn on its head. It was the legendary mythical beast Haechi.
The young detective rushed out of the door and stood on the steps, holding a knife in his right hand and a pair of shackles in his left hand, and shouted angrily at the woman who smashed the plaque.
"Murong Qiushui, don't think that you can do whatever you want just by relying on the name of Qiankun Guan. I will arrest you today for destroying the imperial property and trampling on the majesty of the imperial court."
After drinking, he raised his sword and danced with shackles and rushed towards the woman standing in the open space in the center of the crowd.
Tsk tsk tsk, it’s not rotten to the core, I finally have a man who can take care of it.
Rong Fei said half gratified and half sarcastic.
Only then did he have time to see the woman who smashed the plaque of Ji Xian Si.
A woman named Murong Qiushui was seen holding a white jade pole of Fuchen in her right hand, and her left hand was held behind her. He is wearing a light blue Taoist robe, with a silver silk ribbon tied around his waist, and a corset connected with a jade ring in the middle. Although the Taoist robe is wide, with this waistband, it shows a slim figure.
Her hair was tied into a simple bun, fixed with only a jade skirt. The bare make-up without makeup is exquisitely carved, showing a cold and glamorous temperament.
Seeing the catcher charging towards him with great momentum, Murong Qiu Shui showed disdain in his eyes, snorted coldly and swept out with his fly whisk.
"You are only a ninth-grade person, but you still dare to yell at your aunt. Today I will teach you how to be a good person."
Halfway through the dust sweep, colorful rays of light suddenly appeared, rolling towards the catcher like a thick whip.
The policeman was still in the air at this moment, seeing that he could not dodge and was about to be caught by the colorful rays of light. The policeman shouted loudly, and a faint green light appeared on the blade of the sword, slashing at the colorful rays of light in front of him.
Most of the onlookers around were middle and lower-level officials from various yamen. They knew how powerful the practitioners were. When they saw the colorful glow and green light, they quickly retreated to a safe distance.
In this way, Rong Fei was left on the field, just like a referee.
Rong Fei didn't panic and took a few steps back, still standing at a relatively close distance.
It was rare to witness a battle between practitioners at such a close distance, and Rong Fei did not want to miss this opportunity to observe and learn.
The young policeman's cultivation was obviously not on the same level as that of the beautiful Taoist Priest Murong Qiu Shui. The cyan sword light and the colorful rays of light collided together. There were no dazzling visual effects or deafening sounds. There was just a sound like a blister bursting. When the sound came out, the green sword light was shattered and turned into dots of halo and dissipated.
However, the young detective also took advantage of the moment when the colorful glow was blocked and stopped to let his body fall to the ground, and then quickly fell to the ground and rolled forward to avoid it.
The colorful rays of light swept away and fell on the steps paved with bluestones. Then there was a bang and a big hole was made on the steps. Broken stones mixed with soil were splashed everywhere.
In the first fight, although the young police officer was defeated by the female Taoist priest, he succeeded in narrowing the distance between them, from two feet apart to only one foot apart at this time.
The attack failed, but the opponent bullied him to come closer. Murong Qiushui did not panic at all. He moved the one behind him to the front and wiped it on the jade ring around his waist. The jade ring flashed with gleaming light, and a stack of yellow talisman appeared out of thin air in Murong Qiushui's left hand.
"Golden Crow."
Murong Qiu Shui gave a sweet shout and threw a piece of talisman towards the young agent.
The talisman burned into a ball of flame as soon as it left the hand. After a chirping sound, three fire shadows flew out of the flames and rushed towards the catcher.
The policeman kept walking, and the steel knife in his hand flashed green light again, and he slashed at three golden crows formed by flames at extremely fast speeds.
It's a pity that no matter how fast the steel knife slashed, it was still limited. It only smashed two golden crows. One golden crow broke through the knife net and hit him in his arms. It instantly exploded into a ball of flames and enveloped the young agent's upper body.
The moment the flames exploded, a green light appeared on the agent's body, covering him and barely resisting the burning. However, after the flames and green light receded, Rong Fei still saw that the young agent's face was smoky and turned into a painted cat. , there is also green smoke rising from the top of the head.
The young agent looked miserable from being burned, but his actual actions were not affected. He was already six feet in front of Murong Qiu Shui.
Qiankun Guan dominates the spiritual world with his magic and alchemy skills, but he is not good at close combat. Murong Qiushui only needed to step back at this time to regain a safe distance.
But Murong Qiu Shui also had a stubborn temper. She was a majestic Saint of the Universe, and she was walking around the world, but she was forced to retreat by a mere ninth-grade monk. When word spread, she really couldn't save her face.
Therefore, Murong Qiu Shui did not take a step back, raised his slender hand, and threw all the remaining talisman papers towards the policeman.
"Golden Crow Purgatory."
As Murong Qiu Shui shouted, the talisman flew up and formed a ring on its own, and then exploded together to form a ring of fire. The circular spot in the middle of the ring of fire flashed with golden light, and flaming golden crows flew out and rushed towards the young catcher who was close at hand.
What is the Golden Crow Purgatory? It is obviously to be directly cremated.
Rong Fei couldn't bear to see the young detective die in the fire, and was about to rush forward and knock him down.
But he saw a successful smile on the corner of the catcher's mouth, his body suddenly became illusive, and the next moment he disappeared on the spot.
Murong Qiushui also noticed the changes in the young agent, his expression suddenly changed, and he thought that he had been tricked. Then the whisk reappeared and the colorful rays of light swept toward the empty space in front of him.
There were two crisp sounds made by the collision of gold and iron.
The figure of a young policeman appeared in front of Murong QiuShui's originally empty body. The shackles that the policeman had been holding were also handcuffed on Murong QiuShui's left wrist.
"You're under arrest... poof..."
Before he could finish his words, a whisk with colorful rays of light swept over the young detective's left shoulder.
The body of the policeman was shaken violently, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes turned white and he fell to the ground unconscious.
The colorful rays of light on the fly whisk dispersed, and Murong Qiushui seemed to have been drained of energy by something. He fell to the ground with a pale face and trembling body.
"Ju...xian...shackles!"
Murong Qiushui gritted his teeth as he looked at the shackles on his left wrist that were green and black with a little bit of silver light.
It is said that 800 years ago, the gods collected strange iron from the sky, supplemented by ancient magic circles, and produced eight sets of shackles specifically for practitioners, called Juxian Shackles. The Immortal Immortal Shackles are only slightly heavy when worn on ordinary people, but if they are shackled to a practitioner, they will imprison the mana in their whole body and make them physically weaker than ordinary people.
The Juxian Shackles are made of alien iron from the sky. They are hard to damage by swords and invulnerable to water and fire. Once locked, there is no other way to open it unless it is opened with a key also made of the alien iron.
Each set of Guxian Shackles has only one key, and the keys between them cannot be used interchangeably. Once the only key in the world is lost, you can only stay in chains for the rest of your life, or you can cut off your limbs to get out of trouble.
Although Murong Qiu Shui only had his left wrist locked, it was no different than if his limbs were all locked. The spiritual power in his body was no longer functioning at all, and his hands and feet were even more sore and weak.
A look of fear and panic flashed across Murong Qiushui's eyes, and then he woke up and went to look for the key on the fainted young detective.
The sleeves, front... I searched everywhere I could, but found nothing.
Murong Qiu Shui turned to look at the main entrance of Jixian Division. When he saw the few people in front of him were still looking around, he frowned and shouted coldly.
"Why are you so stupid? Why don't you get the key and unlock this damn chain?"
Several people in the Jixian Division looked at each other and discussed in a low voice. They felt that it was not easy to offend the Saint of Qiankun Temple, so it would be better to let this big trouble go quickly, so they turned around and went back to the Yamen to get the unlocking key.
But he saw a young man in white shirt walking up to Murong Qiu Shui, bending down to take the chain in his hand, weighing it for a few times and then said.
"It is a serious crime to release a criminal privately. I want to see who dares!"
