Chapter 19 Useless Pills and Inferior Meat

Longevity Palace.

Green smoke curls up.

There was a faint sound of chanting sutras.

Wang Ye asked to see Emperor Jingtai. After being informed by the chamberlain, he waited for a long time before being allowed in.

Jingtai Emperor Li Xian was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on a futon with a Taoist scripture in his hand. When he saw Wang Ye coming in, he smiled.

"Wang Aiqing, why do you want to see me? Just discuss the affairs of the court with the prince."

"His Majesty……"

Wang Ye looked at the left and right sides of the hall, where a dozen middle-aged and elderly Taoists were meditating and refining their Qi.

Emperor Jingtai said: "I love you, but it doesn't matter."

Wang Ye bowed and said, "Your Majesty, an hour ago a Taoist sword cultivator took action a hundred miles southeast of Kyoto and cut off the mountain peak with one sword. Master Wuchen is said to be at least a first-class swordsman."

"Huh? A first-grade sword cultivator is indeed an extraordinary expert."

Emperor Jingtai put away the Taoist scriptures and looked slightly straighter.

Daqian is known as the Divine Dynasty, and there are a lot of third-level masters. However, it is extremely rare to reach the first-level realm, not to mention the sword cultivators who are famous for their killing.

Wang Ye continued: "Master Wuxiang used the secret method of cause and effect to sense the remaining sword energy and judged that it was an immortal sword."

"Immortal weapon!"

Emperor Jingtai's voice became serious: "Master Wuxiang, are you sure you got it right?"

First-grade sword cultivators are rare in the world, but there are still a few in Daqian, such as the ancestor of the Qian cultivator of the Luofu Sword Palace and the previous head of the Tongtian Sword Sect.

Immortal weapons are already treasures beyond the first-level realm. Once they exert their strongest power, they are comparable to true immortal arhats.

Daqian has ruled Yunzhou for fifteen hundred years, and there is no immortal weapon to suppress the national destiny.

"The remaining sword energy contains the pure Yang aura, and it is 90% correct."

Li Ye pointed his finger, and a light curtain appeared in the hall, and what was displayed inside was Duan Feng.

Emperor Jingtai waved his hand to capture a ray of breath from the light curtain and sensed it carefully.

"It is indeed a fairy sword! Chu Daban, go investigate it yourself and be sure not to make any announcement."

A figure appeared in the corner of the hall, it was Eunuch Chu, the chief steward of the Internal Affairs Department, one of the Four Immortal Departments.

The four great Immortal Divisions, the Demon-Slaying Division is murderous and tyrannical, the Dragon-Guarding Division is mysterious and mystical, the Immortal Pension Division has a broad network of people, and the Internal Affairs Division is neither superior nor inferior, which will only make people look bad.

"As commanded."

…

East Palace.

The prince of the prison country is reviewing the memorial.

Daqian has a vast territory, and its sixteen states were once dozens of kingdoms. Now they are under unified management, and there is a mountain of affairs that need to be reviewed every day.

A young eunuch came in from the side door and whispered a few words in the prince's ear.

Snapped!

The prince's face was calm, and the pen in his hand was broken into two pieces.

"Please come, Mr. Qin."

After a while, Qin Hong, the attendant of the East Palace, came in.

The prince stood back, his face could no longer hold back, and the clouds were tight.

"Sir, Wang Ye, the Minister of Rites, went to see my father. It is said that there are traces of the fairy sword..."

Qin Hong drank the tea slowly and paused slightly when he heard the fairy sword.

"Your Highness, there is no need to worry about the fairy sword. Not to mention whether it can be found, who can take it from a first-grade sword cultivator who holds the fairy sword?"

The prince said solemnly: "Sir, if we can recruit him..."

Qin Hong interrupted the prince: "Your Highness, you are now the supervisor of the country and have great power. You don't need to do anything, just wait slowly."

"wait?"

The prince's voice was a bit louder: "I have been a prince for thirty years, do I have to be a superintendent of the country for another thirty years? Has the Taizu of Daqian been able to serve as a prince for sixty years?"

"Your Majesty is extremely talented in martial arts. He reached the third level in ten years. The late emperor praised him as Emperor Lei Guangming."

Qin Hong said: "Now that I can withdraw from the court and focus on cultivation, and give His Highness the power to supervise the country, I have already shown my attitude."

"Gu is not a teenager. He is already over sixty years old. He has the power to supervise the country. Do you believe it, sir?"

The prince stroked his gray hair: "Everything in the court is not under the control of my father. I am just a tool. I paid my respects to my father a few days ago. I have gray hair. My father is light and healthy. I don't know who it is." Who is the father?”

"Your Highness, be careful what you say!"

Qin Hong waved his hand and set up a soundproofing ban. Who knows how many emperors' eyes and ears there were in the East Palace.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, we don't need to take action ourselves. We just need to wait for Eunuch Chu to find the traces of the fairy sword. With Your Majesty's mind and character, conflicts will inevitably occur. It won't be too late to recruit him when the time comes."

"Sir, this is my humerus!"

Qin Hong nodded slightly and pretended not to hear clearly.

…

early morning.

Zhou Yi woke up from a deep sleep and had breakfast at the inn.

Steamed buns, porridge, and pickles were far inferior to the fish and meat served in the prison, but Zhou Yi's appetite was greatly improved after eating them.

Chew carefully and swallow the food into your belly, and it will be immediately refined into nothingness by the Huang Ting Tao Sutra, and will not be deposited in the body at all.

Most monks do not eat whole grains to avoid contaminating their innate bodies, and they also have to spend time using magic to remove it. However, Zhou Yi could not bear to part with the smoke and smoke in the world.

The Huangting Taoist Scripture does not have any special attributes such as ice, fire, thunder and wind. Its only characteristic is that it continues to run on its own.

Zhou Yi wiped his mouth after eating and drinking, and asked: "Shopkeeper, why don't you see the waiter from yesterday?"

The shopkeeper was settling the accounts and responded without raising his head: "I went out to watch the lanterns last night. I don't know what happened. I haven't come back yet."

Zhou Yi shook his head secretly and did not ask any more questions.

Passing through half of the southern city, we arrived at the Demon Slayer Division's headquarters.

Monobe token, find out the identity, and return to Monobe.

Before Zhang Cheng came, Liu Guli had already sent a booklet, which recorded the demon materials sent by the execution room yesterday.

"Lao Zhang went to Chunfeng Tower yesterday, and he probably won't wake up today."

Liu the coroner chuckled: "You are old, but you are not afraid of being entangled in a pile of women."

"In a pile?"

Zhou Yi grasped the key point accurately. As for death, it is impossible. I have never heard of a master in the Refining Spirit Realm dying of exhaustion.

The two looked at each other, as if they had met a confidant, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.

Clerks from other departments arrived one after another, greeted Zhou Yi, chatted for a few words, and then began to copy books.

In the afternoon, Zhang Cheng came to work leisurely.

Zhou Yi had finished the transcription. Zhang Cheng flipped through a few pages and sent it to Chen Zhubu, and praised the courtesan of Chunfeng Tower.

Chen Zhubu was once a romantic talent, and severely despised Zhang Cheng's taste.

On the second day after he arrived, Zhou Yi had clearly felt the difference between the Ministry of Things and the Criminal Office. As a minor official who was not in the imperial court, it was probably the difference between a formal worker and a contract worker.

After more than half a month of getting acquainted, Zhou Yi had become familiar with his colleagues and had a few drinks with them.

Zhou Yi was not the one who paid the bill. The money he used to stay in the inn was borrowed from Zhang Cheng. He was broke.

This day.

It was finally time to pay the monthly salary.

The clerks in charge of the storeroom were not included in the official rank. Their salaries were not paid by the court, but by their departments.

Zhou Yi followed Zhang Cheng to see Bai Sili to receive the clerk's salary.

"Old Zhang, this is yours. Two waste pills, ten catties of inferior meat, and one thousand five hundred yuan."

Bai Sili handed a package to Zhang Cheng and looked at Zhou Yi: "Thirteen days of work last month, count as half a month. One waste pill, five catties of inferior meat, and five hundred yuan."

"Thank you, Lord Bai."

Zhou Yi took the money, a white porcelain bottle, and a black strip of meat.

He left Sili's room.

Zhou Yi smelled the strip of meat and easily determined that it was the internal organs of the tiger monster.

Opening the porcelain bottle, there is a black pill inside. After sniffing it, it should be a Jingqi pill.

Jingqi pills are the lowest-grade pills, made from the essence of the monster's flesh and blood. They can replenish blood and qi. Ordinary people can take them to strengthen their bodies.

"No need to look at it. The meat is good meat and the pill is fine."

Zhang Cheng opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and threw it directly into his mouth, smacking his lips.

"The taste is a little worse than before."