When all the people from the Beicheng night patrol arrived.
On Lanfu Street, the spirit of Bone Evil has turned into a pile of powder.
Chen Qingyan put away his knife and stood quietly while the surrounding residents who were watching were driven back into their houses.
It didn't rain that night.
The night watchman was not happy.
It turns out that there are really evil spirits dormant in Beicheng.
Although it was strange why he was defeated by a disciple who was in the stage of strengthening his foundation and cultivating his strength, on the other side, the night patrolman named Lu Xun was in a miserable state.
Having been drained of his essence by the evil spirit, his entire body was burnt to the ground, and his entire body seemed to be thirty or forty years older, with wrinkles all over his face and a stale look on his face.
The Jinyang monk who took away the evil spirit and saved his life did not even think about taking him with him. Instead, he went straight back to Lanfu Street to take away the evil spirit.
Although these kinds of spirits are considered to be monsters, they are artificially raised and their value is higher than ordinary monsters.
Now that he has chosen to punish, Brother Jinyang will not let him go.
But when he came back, he found that the spirit of Bone Evil was gone.
Falling on the street, Brother Jinyang ignored the night watchman walking toward him, but looked at the young man in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.
No matter how weak the spirit of Bone Evil is, it is still evil.
When a mortal is aroused by the evil force, his mind will inevitably sink. That young man was able to withstand the force of the evil spirit and even defeated a spirit monster. This was indeed beyond Brother Jinyang's expectation.
However, after thinking about it, Brother Jinyang quickly put away his surprise. He was just an inconspicuous monster. Maybe he was just born and had no time to harm anyone. He was very weak with the aura of bone evil.
"Continue searching." Brother Jinyang made a decision quickly.
The evil spirits they were looking for were not these two artificially raised spirits.
But a more ferocious demon.
So, the night watchers dispersed again.
Chen Qingyan had no chance to say the words he had originally prepared. He didn't even have time to report that his Zhaoxie knife was blunt. Seeing Master Jinyang's expression of annoyance, he was wise enough not to speak, let alone take credit, and instead patrolled the area honestly. Lan Fu Street appeared.
When everyone left, Chen Qingyan stopped, stood there for a while, and suddenly looked back.
There, a familiar figure quickly disappeared into the night.
Chen Qingyan's eyes flashed with strange color.
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Lin Valley, in a courtyard full of exotic flowers and plants.
The sound of pinging bells and banging objects being broken came from a boudoir.
A beautiful woman in a red thin shirt raised an exquisite vase with an angry look on her face and threw it to the ground.
The vase shattered at the sound, and pieces of porcelain were scattered everywhere.
Outside the house, a group of servants were kneeling on the ground, with their heads on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
After a long time, the room finally became quiet.
The beautiful woman opened the door with a frosty look on her face, glanced at the person indifferently, and walked into the garden.
She whistled softly.
After a while, I saw a little bird flying in the sky.
She stuffed a piece of rolled paper into the bird's mouth, then took out a crystal clear grain of rice and fed it to the bird, moving her lips slightly.
When he finally let go, the bird spread its wings and suddenly soared into the sky, drawing a stream of light in the sky and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The sky is slightly white.
The beautiful woman rolled up her thin shirt, revealing her plump figure. For a while, she seemed to remember something, pulled out her hairpin, and was silent in thought.
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"Tsk."
Lin Zhongxian picked up the long knife and looked at it carefully, his eyes falling on the innocent-looking boy beside him from time to time.
"You are unlucky enough."
After a pause, Lin Zhongxian sighed and said, "Okay, I'll take it to someone to take a look at first. If it can't be repaired, I will apply for a Zhaoxie Sword for you in advance. Come over before your shift tonight."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Chen Qingyan nodded and was about to leave.
"etc."
Lin Zhongxian spoke up again.
"Senior brother, is there anything else going on?"
Chen Qingyan looked at him.
Lin Zhongxian hesitated for a moment, then asked with a smile:
"Junior brother killed a demon last night. Master Jinyang should be rewarded, right?"
"No. Lord Jinyang, you didn't say a word to me."
Chen Qingyan said firmly, turned and left.
Lin Zhongxian was left with a look of disbelief.
There are rewards of course.
If there is no reward for killing monsters, then no one on the night patrol will work seriously, and they will all become bastards.
Risks and benefits.
are coexisting.
But most of the time, once the night watchers encounter evil spirits, they often choose to save their lives, and this depends on their luck.
As for killing monsters,
That was a choice made only under desperate circumstances.
For example, the tiger-faced monster some time ago, the night watchmen from the two cities tried to unite to kill the monster, but the result was a collapse.
The combat effectiveness of both sides is not on the same level.
When night watchers encounter evil spirits, most of the time they are prey, not hunters.
The role of the night watcher is equivalent to that of a hunting dog. It is the monk's eyes and ears. When it finds the hunting target, it barks a few times.
That's all.
The real hunters are monks.
A monk with a pack of hunting dogs.
This is the Night Patrol.
When Brother Jinyang handed over his duties, he gave him a token with the words "Great Gong Ten" clearly marked on it.
Chen Qingyan also got the same token last time.
Only the color and style are different.
Because last time, it was not the Jinyang monks who rewarded them, but the people supported by Lingu.
I got the 'Five' merit last time, and this time I killed the evil spirits myself and got the 'Ten' merit.
This is the patrol's reward for meritorious service.
That's why Lin Zhongxian asked.
Chen Qingyan was still very happy when he got the token. The five major skills from last time have not been spent yet, and now there are ten more major skills. Now it is time to increase the speed of my strength.
There are a lot of ten great skills. An ordinary night patrolman needs to work for more than twenty years.
Chen Qingyan joined the night patrol team only about half a year ago, and he has achieved the feats that a night patrol member would have to work for half a lifetime.
He was very satisfied.
But this satisfaction only lasted for one day.
evening.
Chen Qingyan, who appeared at the patrol station with the newly acquired Zhaoxie Sword, was surrounded by his colleagues as expected.
They were all talking and asking questions here and there.
After some chatting, Chen Qingyan learned from these colleagues that outer disciples who kill evil spirits can get at least twenty great merits as rewards. The reason why they are only given ten great merits may have something to do with the origin of the evil spirits they kill.
Someone recognized it. The demon he killed last night was most likely the spirit of the Bone Demon.
Spirits and monsters are not a secret among the circles of outer disciples with advanced cultivation.
If you want to become a monk, you don't necessarily have to take the path of refining "fierce gods" and "evil evil spirits".
There are other ways to become a monk.
For example, by raising spirits and then refining the evil spirits from the spirits, there is a small chance of breaking through the shackles and becoming a monk.
【bone evil】
【Yansha】
【Poison】
【Mold】
[Curse] Wait.
The spirits formed by this kind of evil spirit can be refined by people just like the [Evil Evil Spirit] after being raised through secret methods.
In other words, the evil spirits he killed were probably the spirits raised by a disciple who had perfected the technique.
