Facing such a pair of eyes that contained no emotion at all.
Mo Zhizhen's heart skipped a beat, and then he disappeared as if he had lost his vitality.
Inexplicable panic suddenly filled my heart.
"If I were you, I wouldn't be smart."
Chen Qingyan chuckled, let go of Mo Zhizhen's arm, and inadvertently brushed his right hand over the edge of the door, silently turning a piece of brick into powder.
Mo Zhizhen stared blankly at the powder falling, cold sweat slipped from his high cheekbones, and his whole body became stiff.
"Let's just say that I was reading under the jujube tree in the cafeteria."
A faint sound came into my ears.
The tone was so solemn that Mo Zhizhen shuddered and came to his senses completely.
But his heart felt as if it had been scratched several times with a cold knife, and he found that his legs were a little weak.
Mo Zhizhen walked out of the stone room holding on to the wall. The panic in his heart forced him to start thinking about what happened between Jiang Bingxin and Wang Teng. The grudges here seemed to be more than just Jiang Bingxin's desire to find someone to take over...
Snapped!
He slapped himself hard, regretting his involvement in such a dispute.
After a while, Mo Zhizhen finally calmed down, recalling everything that had happened before, his face was filled with uncertainty.
Stone interior.
Chen Qingyan put on the clothes of a Lingu disciple and ate most of the dry food he brought, slowly replenishing the consumption of his improved skills.
Thirteen years old, tenth level of Guyuan Gong. He had only seen a few outer disciples under the age of sixteen with this level of cultivation among the noble disciples in the patrol team in the city.
Not all descendants of the monk family can enjoy the magical elixir of "Haoyuan Dan". If they don't rely on the magical elixir, unless they are disciples with natural talents like "The Sixteenth Son of Hidden Scales", it will be difficult for them to succeed. At this age, he has cultivated his skills to the tenth level.
Being able to practice Gu Yuan Gong to the seventh level of casting and refining Yuan while swallowing as few pills as possible can be regarded as a compliment of "good qualifications".
However, Chen Qingyan will not stop there.
After filling the water bag with water and going to the open-air canteen in the back hall for a good meal, Chen Qingyan took the Zhaoxie knife and waited in the open space.
The sunset burned the sky red, and a flock of birds undulated among the clouds, like black chess pieces falling on a chessboard.
Correct
The refreshing breeze blew down from the sky, taking away the residual heat of the afternoon.
Chen Qingyan saw the people patrolling outside in the afternoon returning.
Only a few night watchmen on duty tonight slowly walked out of the stone hall.
A strong man, a short middle-aged man, a thin young man, and a female disciple with several short thorns hanging from her belt. Another person who shared the stolen goods together in the middle of the night last night has a day off today, and naturally the person taking over the shift is Chen Qingyan.
Chen Qingyan could clearly tell from the team members who came back early and those who dragged their feet to gather together that everyone had basically adapted to life in the ancient town, giving people a relaxed and lazy atmosphere.
At this time, it was only a few days from Jugu City to the ancient town. After a while, the number and frequency of patrols would gradually decrease.
Even after leaving the station, I went directly to a teahouse that I was familiar with, where I listened to music and watched a movie, and then went back after get off work.
This is not Chen Qingyan's imagination, but the patrol guards in the ancient town do this. The most diligent time is the time to receive filial piety.
With such a role model, how could Lingu's disciples not learn from him?
As time goes by, maybe it will become better than its predecessor.
Chen Qingyan has nothing to say about this. Firstly, he is one of them and enjoys the benefits brought by his status. Secondly, they are just ordinary disciples in the end. If they encounter evil spirits, they will not be able to defeat them ten or nine times. If they really encounter them, Okay, thank God if I don't get involved.
However, before setting off on patrol, he will do what he needs to do carefully. Not to mention that it is his duty, let's just say that he is now being watched by a deputy captain in the station. If he makes a slight mistake, he will be caught immediately. .
For example, now, Chen Qingyan seems to be bored waiting for the team members, but at the railing on the third floor of the stone hall, Jiang Bingxin has been waiting there and staring.
It had only been three days, and the other party was keeping such a close eye on him. It was obvious that he was worried about the evil spirits and wanted to punish him severely.
"We have to find an opportunity to get rid of him."
When leaving the station, this thought flashed through Chen Qingyan's mind.
He didn't know whether Jiang Bingxin's resentment towards him was minor or serious, whether he planned to just put on small shoes for himself in life and work, or whether he had the extreme idea of killing himself.
unimportant.
Because Chen Qingyan himself just wanted to get rid of this trouble.
Once and for all kind of thing.
He doesn't have the time to be vain and conciliatory, nor does he have the time to speculate on other people's thoughts. He doesn't want to cause troubles in the future. It's very simple, just get rid of the people who create troubles for him from the source.
Efficient and convenient.
"Today, let's go sit at Manchun Tower." The strong man said with a meaningful smile.
"Why go to a brothel?"
As soon as the strong man finished speaking, he was refuted by the only woman in the team, "I'm thinking about something. Go to the teahouse. I tried the sweet drinks there yesterday, and the Drunken Flower Chicken is also delicious."
"..."
Everyone was speechless. Only a few of them could understand the various meanings of what the strong man said earlier.
But since there are female players in the team, it is really difficult to go to Manchun Tower.
"Then let's go to the teahouse. I just didn't have enough to eat." The strong man patted his belly.
The thin young man nodded in agreement.
Chen Qingyan and the short middle-aged man did not speak.
"Jing Bin, where is the teahouse you mentioned?"
The strong man asked casually.
Female disciple Jing Bin pointed in the direction, "Go this way, on West Street."
So, everyone started walking slowly.
There was no mention of patrol at all, and they were in perfect agreement.
Two demonic incidents occurred one after another last night, and so many people died. They are not stupid, especially those who have worked in the Lingu patrol team. They know that the more places they patrol, the greater the danger they will encounter.
The laziness that Chen Qingyan was thinking about just a moment ago has already happened.
When they arrived at West Street, several people were led by a female disciple to the best seat in the teahouse.
"Boss, three bottles of wine and a few plates of side dishes."
After the strong man finished speaking, he glanced at the female disciple and said with a smile, "Jing Bin, you also like to drink."
Jing Bin nodded, so the strong man changed his words and said, "Four pots, and a pot of good tea."
Five people, four bottles of wine.
Chen Qingyan made it clear on the road that he would not drink anymore.
"By the way, bring over the Drunken Flower Chicken and some sweet drinks. Haha, I'll treat you to this meal."
The strong man said grandly.
Only those who were with him yesterday know why the strong man is so generous.
All five of them made a fortune.
Only the female disciple Jing Bin, who was on rotation, didn't know, and everyone kept it secret from her.
Soon, the wine and appetizers were served first.
After a while, a plate of drunken chicken and five bowls of sweet drinks were brought out, filling the table.
After three rounds of drinking, Chen Qingyan saw that several people smelled of alcohol, but there was no trace of drunkenness on their faces. He glanced at the completely darkened sky and said:
"I'm going to make a convenience and buy some things."
"go Go."
The strong man waved his hand. This kid didn't drink. He was just a makeshift person here.
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