The guard is actually just a monk who can be seen everywhere in the city - he is related to a certain family in Qingping City, so he applied to the sect to be stationed here.
Frequent bullying and fear of force made him always choose ordinary people with shabby clothes and no background to make things difficult when he was on duty. Occasionally, he would let these poor people go when he was in a good mood.
Of course, after the new city lord came with him, there were also new rules not to bully the people, so his demands became much more tactful.
In short, this is a situation where there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom.
The same is true today.
This epitome of the vast majority of monks in Qingping City lost a lot of spiritual stones while gambling with others last night, and today he planned to get more from the unlucky people who came to the city to fill the hole in the bill.
Unexpectedly, the day was coming to an end, and the monks who entered the city were basically only those invited by the city lord - occasionally there would be three or two kittens caught in the middle, and he would pick them out with precision and blackmail them, but they wouldn't be able to squeeze much profit out of them.
He would never dare to reach out to the distinguished guests invited by the city lord, but if he didn't take some money from other people's pockets, wouldn't this day be in vain?
So when he saw the stunned second-level Qi practitioner at the end of the team, the guard's habit of blackmailing people inevitably happened again.
If he knew what was going to happen next, he would have to hold it back even if he had eaten it.
Although the little female cultivator on the second level of Qi training can be easily shot to death, but who knows if she stepped on dog shit when she went out today, and she was so lucky!
When Xie Jingsong's fingers were completely connected, an old, hoarse voice appeared behind the guard: "What are you doing?"
The voice was made by an old man with a weathered face. He had white hair and beard, and a serious look. His eyes, which were not cloudy, were half lowered, staring at the guard sitting at the table.
"None of your business..."
Dissatisfied with the sudden sound above his head, the guard turned his head and glared, and then his eyes widened again, changing from anger to trembling with fear.
"City, city, city lord! I, I am...I am..."
It seems that no matter how much you talk, it will be of no use.
What now appeared in the eyes of the city lord were broken silver everywhere, an arrogant guard, a pitiful and dejected little nun with her head hanging down, and a few ordinary people behind her who were submissive and speechless.
The old man raised his hand and pointed at the broken silver scattered on the floor, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
The aggrieved Xie Jingsong held back two tears at the right time. She raised her hands to wipe them, took a sip of snot, and sighed two shaky breaths.
She pursed her lips and secretly glanced at the city lord, then lowered her head and silently raised her sleeves to wipe her face randomly, without saying a word the whole time.
The guard immediately started sweating profusely.
…
Different from the scenes of mud particles flying around in ordinary small towns, the inn in Qingping City is exceptionally clean, and the ground paved with unknown stones shines with lustrous light.
Xie Jingsong rubbed her toes, and after feeling the smooth touch as she wished, she raised her head and looked at the old man sitting opposite.
The old man lowered his eyes, poured her a cup of tea with concentration, and said gently: "I'm sorry, I couldn't restrain them."
To be able to be the lord of the city in this place where monsters, ghosts and snakes gather together, not only is it very skillful, but it also means that you should have a miserable look on your face all day long. After all, you have a bunch of little bastards with ulterior motives under your control, so it's not hard to worry about it, right?
But what is going on with this old man who is no different from those old men who walked birds in the park in his previous life?
Xie Jingsong politely took the cup, looked very frightened, and said incoherently: "No, no, no, how could that be? I have to thank you, it's so great. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would have done!"
"You shouldn't thank me, I still have a lot to do," the old man sighed, pushing a money bag to her, "...I won't mention these anymore, just think of these as compensation for you. If you have any questions in the future, If you still have this kind of thing, you can come to the City Lord’s Mansion to find me, and I will uphold justice for you.”
Xie Jingsong Nuonuo thanked her and sent away the lonely old grandfather.
After weighing the second windfall in her hands, she slipped from the rest area to the front desk and booked a room with the shopkeeper.
Although the process was tortuous, she still came in. However, for some unknown reason, she did not feel the aura of the coming storm... What could the "interesting thing" that Mo Zuchou mentioned be?
As if she had sensed something, just as she was chanting, a servant from the inn knocked on the door: "There is a person who claims to be Buzhou who wants to see you. Is it convenient for you?"
"……See."
Xie Jingsong was choked and her pupils were shaking: No, how come you even know where she lives? Put a GPS on her?
Thinking of this, she took out the big copper coin left by Mo Zhuchou, rubbed it with her fingertips for a moment, and then put it back into her sleeve pocket.
Mo Zhuchou, who was waiting in the rest area, was playing with a jade pendant in his hand. When he saw Xie Jingsong sitting down in front of him, he raised his head and clasped the jade pendant in front of her, smiling slightly: "You're here."
Xie Jingsong picked it up and looked at it: "I don't have the option to refuse, do I?"
"Xiaosheng didn't mean to force you to come. Don't accuse me unjustly." Mo Zhuchou smiled and knocked on the table, indicating that she would look at the jade pendant in his hand. "Besides, Xiaosheng is here to send you an invitation, so I should like to smile at Xiaosheng." Would you like to greet me?"
Xie Jingsong, who was forced to open his business, forced out an ugly smile.
"Now that I have received my reward, I will take my leave. In the midst of the chaos... I am looking forward to your performance."
Xie Jingsong's hand that hooked the coil and shook the jade pendant paused: "Are you really just sending an invitation?"
Mo Zhuchou said calmly: "Yes, after all, you only have the second level of Qi training, so you can't join the team."
Here comes the problem.
"You know my cultivation, so what else do you expect from me?"
A little ant with a second level of Qi training can fly eight hundred miles away with just one breath. What can he shake?
Mo Zhuchou paused in his movements to get up and leave.
"Well... what should I say? Let me think about it."
He bent down, leaned into Xie Jingsong's ear, and whispered something softly.
What responded to him was her suddenly widened eyes and tightened pupils.
"Then I'll take my leave, young man."
Xie Jingsong was immersed in her own thoughts and had no time to see him off.
Before going to bed, feeling a little restless, she once again recalled what Mo Zhuchou said during the day.
"Xiaosheng has a special pair of eyes that can see through people's luck, and you are the most unique existence... What's going on?"
She sighed quietly, picked up a copper coin and placed it on the bedside table.
"Let's discuss it. If you are the being who pulled me here, could you please turn over this copper coin?"
It was quiet for a long time, but the copper coin didn't move at all.
"..."
Xie Jingsong, who felt that her behavior was particularly stupid, coughed, blew out the lamp, and lay down on the bed to sleep peacefully.
Leave all the messy things to tomorrow. She wants to end today with a sweet dream.
