Chapter 45 Tavern

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Rong Fei rarely showed such panic. The main reason was that the grimace appeared too suddenly and the distance was really too close. He was almost face to face with Rong Fei and their breath was touching.

Moreover, in front of the Immortal-Suppressing Stone, there are inscriptions written by Catcher himself, as well as the handprints of the Four Saints. It stands to reason that gods and demons should be able to ward off changes and all ghosts should be immune to invasion.

Rong Fei howled and rolled to the side, but at the same time he did not forget to take out a firecracker from the storage jade ring. After rolling out of a safe distance, Rong Fei lay on the ground and aimed the gun at Ghostface, but after seeing clearly, he did not pull the trigger immediately.

The owner of the ghost face was wearing a green soap coat from the Ji Xian Division, but there was no Hachi pattern on the chest, and the ghost face was actually nothing more than criss-crossed scars.

Behind Ghostface stood a hunchback. The hunchback was blind in one eye and had a horn hanging on his waist. He was currently staring at Rong Fei with his good eye.

"Hey, Uncle Peng, Uncle Zheng, why are you two here in front? Sir, why are you lying on the ground?"

Gu Fengxiao, who was returning from fetching water, shouted quickly when he saw the two sides confronting each other.

"Gu boy, who is this guy? He looks strange."

Ghostface pointed at Rong Fei and asked Gu Fengxiao.

"Hey, Uncle Peng, put your hands down first. This is the new chief catcher, Mr. Rong Feirong."

Gu Fengxiao quickly ran to Ghost Face and broke off his hand pointing at Rong Fei.

After introducing Rong Fei, he pointed at the ghost face and the hunchback to introduce Rong Fei.

"Sir, this is Uncle Peng who is in charge of the warehouse. Although he looks scary, he is actually a very nice person. This is Uncle Zheng who is on duty. Uncle Peng, Uncle Zheng, why did you two come to the front yard today? ?”

"Get paid."

The grimaced Uncle Peng raised the cloth bag in his hand and explained, then glanced at Rong Fei who got up from the ground, smiled, pulled the hunchback Uncle Zheng and left.

"My lord, please don't be as knowledgeable as them. Counting Uncle Liu from the archives and Uncle Zhang, the concierge who has been ill recently and has not come here, the four of them are old men in our Ji Xian Department. This is the attitude they have when meeting people."

Gu Fengxiao came to Rong Fei's side and explained while helping him wipe off the dust on his body.

"I was really shocked, but I'm fine now."

Rong Fei put away the gun and said with lingering fear.

After a period of rest, the exhausted spiritual energy in Rong Fei's body was replenished as the sleeping Xie Zhi puffed away mist. Seeing that it was still early, Rong Fei took Gu Fengxiao straight to Kyoto Prefecture on the next street.

After previous battles with two sword cultivators, Wang Tao and Wang Lang, Rong Fei felt that his current cultivation level was still too low and he had to improve it as soon as possible.

And because of the practice of Contemplation, Ren Dharma Beast has been cultivated in his body. Rong Fei has only one way to improve his cultivation level, which is to solve the case and generate the aura of punishment for Ren Dharma Beast to absorb, and then feed it back to improve Rong Fei's cultivation level. for.

If you want to find a case, your first choice is naturally Kyoto Prefecture.

Kyoto is so big that it takes an average person almost a whole day to walk from south to north.

But the power circle in Kyoto is very small. As small as what happened in Zuixianju half an hour ago, the first and second-rank officials, down to the low-ranking officials, already know everything about it.

In just one day, Rong Fei became a celebrity in Kyoto.

Therefore, after the two came to Kyoto Prefecture to declare their identities and intentions, they did not encounter any obstruction. Although the governor of Kyoto did not come forward, he was very considerate and sent his trusted master to lead the two men to the archives.

"To be honest, my governor is really happy that you two can come. Kyoto Prefecture governs two counties, nine towns, and more than a hundred villages, with a population of millions. Countless cases, big and small, occur every day. The police officers in the government office The legs of the government officials have been running thin all day long, but the speed of solving cases still cannot keep up with the number of cases reported.

Therefore, Mr. Fu Yin had to free up two more rooms to store case files that had not yet been investigated. Look, you two, this desk room was just vacated half a month ago, and it's almost full now. "

The master opened the door of the case room, pointed at the mountains of cases inside, and said with a sad expression on his face.

"Because the manpower in the yamen is really limited, many cases are placed randomly, so we have to work hard to sort and file them by ourselves."

After the introduction, the master bowed his hands to the two of them and left in a hurry.

It can be seen that Kyoto Prefecture is indeed very busy.

Rong Fei had not touched a case for several days. When he saw the mountains of cases in the room, his eyes lit up like a hungry cat smelling fishy smell. He flexed his fingers and stretched his muscles. After that, he took Gu Fengxiao to work.

Working until it was almost dark, the two finally divided the cases in the room into categories in order of priority. Seeing that it was still getting late, the two of them went home each holding a stack of files.

Rong Fei returned to the house in Xuanwu Hutong and saw Ji Rouer lying on the stone table in the yard, writing and drawing, muttering something unknown.

Seeing Rong Fei coming back, Ji Rouer quickly put down her pen and paper and went to the kitchen to heat up food.

Rong Fei sat down at the stone table, picked up what Ji Rouer was writing and looked through, and found that Ji Rouer was settling accounts. Looking at the various expenditures such as rent, medicinal material purchase, etc. displayed, Rong Fei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Soon Ji Rouer came back with hot food. Rong Fei took the rice into his mouth, glanced at Ji Rouer's hands that were still wearing gloves and asked.

"How are you recovering? Take it off and let me see."

"It's only been three days, how can it get better so quickly? I won't show it to you yet, I'll wait until I fully recover."

Ji Rouer hid her hands under the table and smiled.

Rong Fei curled his lips, didn't insist any more, and asked after taking a few more mouthfuls of food.

"Where's Brother Yu? Why haven't I seen him?"

"Brother Yu practiced Tai Chi all day long and said it inspired him a lot. Half an hour ago, a paper crane flew in from the yard. The paper crane seemed like a living thing and pecked at Brother Yu's ear a few times. , seemed to be sending a message, and then Brother Yu went out, saying that there was no need to wait for him for dinner. "

"It should be the secret technique of Qiankun Temple, and the person who is looking for him should be Taoist Qingyang."

Rong Fei guessed, and then pointed to the account books on the table.

"Want to open a medical clinic in Kyoto?"

"Yes. Although Brother Yu said that there are a lot of empty spaces here, so that the two of us can live here with peace of mind. But after all, it is not our own home, and after a long time, I felt uneasy. I thought that I should do some business to earn some money and buy a house by myself. The house is a place where you can live with peace of mind.

I have inquired about housing prices in Kyoto, and they are not expensive in remote areas. The money we have on hand is enough to buy a smaller yard, but the prices of vegetables and rice here are too scary. After buying the hospital, I didn't have much money left, so I thought about opening a medical clinic first, saving more money, and then researching buying a hospital. "

Ji Rouer planned with her fingers.

"Opening a medical clinic to make money? This joke is really funny."

Rong Fei struck mercilessly.

"Today is different from the past. When I was in Fencheng, the people who came to see the doctor were all neighbors. Life was already very tight, so it was hard to make money from them. It's different here in Kyoto. Everyone who lives here is rich. People, if they don’t make money, they won’t make it in vain.”

Ji Rouer argued.

"Let's leave it to the medical center in advance. In the past two days, I found that the water in Kyoto is deeper than I thought. I guess we won't be able to stay here for long."

"oh."

Ji Rouer said oh and closed the account book full of writing.

"How are you doing with the exercises that Brother Yu taught you?"

Rong Fei suddenly remembered what Yu Qingzhi said about teaching Ji Rouer how to practice exercises.

"Hehe, let me show you."

Ji Rouer immediately became interested when she heard this. She stood up with a treasure-presenting smile on her face and took a few steps back. After taking a few breaths, she stood sideways with her feet in front and back, with her left arm in front and her right arm behind her. Draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

Immediately, a breeze blew up around Ji Rouer, and a shadow more than ten feet tall appeared behind her. The shadow made the same bow and arrow movements as Ji Rou'er, and his face could vaguely be seen to be that of Ji Rou'er, but it had a somewhat sharp and solemn aura.

A light point lit up in each of the phantom's hands, and then the light points spread. The light spot on his left hand turned into a long bow, and the light spot on his right hand turned into an arrow.

The phantom stretched its bow and nocked an arrow, pointing diagonally at the night sky.

Rong Fei was fully expecting the next move of the phantom, but the next moment the phantom slowly dissipated, and finally broke into countless light spots falling down.

Ji Rouer's pretty face turned red, her breath became heavy, and there was a hint of sweat on her forehead.

"Brother Yu said that I haven't found something that I firmly need to protect in my heart, and I don't have enough evil intention, so I can't shoot the first arrow yet. Tomorrow, I will find a long bow and arrows for me to practice my archery skills and accuracy."

"Hmm, not bad, at least it looks pretty bluffing."

Rong Fei did not comfort Ji Rouer, but instead smiled and joked.

"Humph, Brother Yu said that if the Immortal Killing Arrow is perfected, its power will be no worse than the God Catching Technique you practiced, or even more powerful."

Ji Rouer said unconvinced.

"Yes, yes, I am counting on you, Sister Rou, to protect me from now on."

The two of them were joking with each other while eating, feeling like time had returned to the small courtyard in Fencheng.

There is a tavern in a narrow alley in Nancheng. The cloth flags hanging in front of the tavern door look to be old and hanging listlessly. Occasionally, a cool autumn breeze blows, and the cloth flags are just symbolic. A corner floated up, revealing the word "wine" written on it.

This tavern has no signboard or name, and it rarely opens its doors, so naturally there aren't many customers. Many people who live nearby don't even know that there is a pub here.

But every time the proprietress who still retains the charm of the tavern removes the door panel and quietly opens the business, some drinkers will appear quietly as if they have been waiting for a long time.

The proprietress of the tavern was sitting at a small table in the corner, ignoring the patrons who came to the door, and reading a shabby book alone.

The drinkers didn't say a word. They poured their own drinks and picked out a few plates of side dishes to accompany the drinks. Each person had one table, and there was no communication between them. They just drank and ate in silence, then paid and left.

Everything was done in silence and silence, as if some kind of ritual was going on.

Taoist Qingyang stood outside the door and watched the mime playing in the tavern. After all the drinkers left, he walked into the tavern, stood at the table of the proprietress, and bowed.

"Qingyang pays homage to the eldest princess."