Chapter 21 Background and Support

"Which academy do you study in, brother?"

The blue-shirted young man came over to ask angrily.

Art requires state of mind and inspiration. Whenever he thought of the courtesan farting, he wanted to tear up the painting.

Zhou Yi said, "You have never studied, you are just a butcher."

Wang Hao whispered something in the blue-shirted young man's ear, and his frowning face suddenly relaxed.

"So you are from the Demon Slayer Division, no wonder you don't like Miss Mingyue."

The blue-shirted young man bowed and said, "I am Wang Bo'an, a teacher at the Jixia Academy."

The Jixia Academy is the first of the four major academies in the country. He looks only 25 or 26 years old, but he can actually serve as a teacher there. He is very talented.

"Zhou Yi, a clerk in the Department of Property of the Demon Slayer Division."

Zhou Yi's tone was a little cold.

Wang Bo'an obviously knew that the person dancing on the stage was a vixen. Instead of rejecting her, he wholeheartedly pursued her.

After staying in the Demon Slayer Division for a long time and hearing too many demons cannibalizing people, Zhou Yi would naturally dislike the demons no matter how much he controlled his heart and treated them fairly.

There are indeed kind people among the demons, but there are more lawbreakers. As a whole, they are confronting the human race and competing for living space.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts, which is not without reason.

Wang Boan straightened his clothes and sat opposite Zhou Yi, with his back straight, and instructed in a teacher's tone.

"The Demon Slayer Division has always been prejudiced against the demons. As the saying goes, all spirits are born, and there is no difference between the demons and humans. They are also born and raised by parents. However, the Demon Slayer Division has been killing blindly, which has intensified the conflict between the two races and is not good for the stability of the country!"

"Hmm?"

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed, but he could not see through Wang Boan's realm, which was covered by a thick layer of green air.

Green air represents official luck, so there is also a saying of rising to the top.

"What position does your brother hold in the court?"

"I became a Jinshi in the 45th year of Jingtai, and I am honored to be a Hanlin editor."

"So it's Editor Wang who is here, I'm so sorry!"

Zhou Yi immediately understood the source of the green energy. Hanlin editor is not an ordinary position. The job grade is only the seventh or eighth grade, and the future is greater than that of the head of a county.

On weekdays, they are in contact with the core government affairs, similar to the secretary of the prince. If the official career goes well, they may become cabinet ministers.

Wang Bo'an said proudly: "I have studied the monster tribe for a long time, and wrote a volume of "Ten Strategies for Calming Monsters and Comforting the People". Fortunately, the prince favored it..."

"I don't know who your father is? What position does he hold?"

Zhou Yi interrupted Wang Bo'an directly.

"My father was the Minister of Rites at that time..."

Wang Bo'an answered subconsciously, and when he came to his senses, his face flushed: "You...a dirty butcher, you are a fool who cannot be taught!"

After that, he stood up and left.

"Hehe."

Wang Hao, who was listening on the side, finally couldn't help but laugh like a silver bell.

Zhou Yi said, "Girl, why don't you go and comfort her? Men need to be coaxed too."

"Ah!"

Wang Hao screamed, blushing, and ran away with his sleeves covering his face.

"Not too stupid."

As long as you cover your face, it's not me who is embarrassed.

Zhou Yi turned his head to look at the stage. The courtesan Mingyue had finished dancing and invited several talented scholars to the stage to talk about poetry and songs.

"Who said this fox demon is not illegal..."

Zhou Yi's spiritual eyes clearly saw a wisp of Yang Qi gathering into the courtesan's body.

Fox demons are cold and yin in nature, and need to absorb Yang Qi to reconcile demonic energy.

The quickest way is to have in-depth communication, followed by sucking blood, and then like the courtesan, use charm to arouse desire, unravel the cocoon, and gather sand into a tower.

In any case, the Great Law strictly prohibits demons from absorbing Yang Qi for cultivation.

Zhou Yi waited until nearly midnight, but did not see Zhang Cheng coming down from upstairs, so he left and returned to the inn.

The next morning

Zhang Cheng came early in the morning, which was rare. Seeing Zhou Yi was already on duty, he nodded with satisfaction.

"How did you feel yesterday?"

"I learned a lot."

Zhou Yi kept copying in his hand: "The only thing I didn't feel good about was the courtesan."

This was the first time for him to experience the world of mortals in his two lives. Given the status of Chunfenglou in Kyoto, it would have been a top club in his previous life, and he didn't even know which way the door opened.

"The courtesan Mingyue, how can she not be good?"

Zhang Cheng skillfully poured water and brewed tea, and a warm fragrance came to his nose, which actually dispelled a lot of the coldness in the ground.

Zhou Yi, a layman, didn't understand the art of tea ceremony. Seeing Zhang Cheng's simple and natural movements and gestures in brewing tea, he felt comfortable watching him. He decided to learn from him in the future.

Zhou Yi carefully considered his words and said, "The courtesan Mingyue is very similar to those in the prison."

Zhang Cheng looked at Zhou Yi in surprise and said, "It's a pity that she has such a high spiritual perception. The courtesan is indeed problematic, and it's not easy to control."

He handed over a teacup and said, "Try it."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yi was puzzled and said, "So, the Demon Slayer Department knows about this?"

"There is nothing in this Kyoto that the Demon Slayer Department doesn't know about when it comes to demons!"

Zhang Cheng took advantage of the heat to add, "But according to the laws of the Great Gan, there is no rule that demons that do not harm people must be killed."

Zhou Yi sniffed the tea and felt comfortable. He followed Zhang Cheng's example and drank it slowly. A stream of hot air rushed straight to his brain.

The spiritual energy in the tea slowly moisturized the consciousness of the soul, as if between confusion and sobriety, and about to be drunk.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but let out a long sigh, "Good tea, I actually feel a little tipsy."

"That's natural, otherwise why is it called Zui Chun Gui?"

Zhang Cheng carefully put away the one-inch-high, thumb-thick tea can, and said proudly: "This is collected from the mother trees in Baiyun Temple. If it weren't for my face, ordinary people wouldn't even smell it."

"Old Zhang, is it true that the demon race can live a big life without breaking the law?"

Zhou Yi thought of the little fox Feng Ling'er hidden in his sleeve. It seems that he has not broken any law, and he still has half human blood.

The half-human and half-demon soul is obvious, and the other half is distinguished by the strength of the parents' blood. Feng's father is just an ordinary scholar, so Feng Ling'er's soul is only in fox form.

"What? You still want to raise a foxy girl?"

Zhang Cheng winked and laughed in a way that all men understand, and then sighed regretfully: "Don't even think about it. If the fox didn't have a backer, it would have been skinned and made into scarves for the nobles."

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that the monsters with backgrounds in Journey to the West were taken away, and the monsters without backgrounds were beaten to death.

The Great Sage Equaling Heaven needs a background to subdue demons, not to mention the Demon Slayer Division.

Seeing Zhou Yi silent, Zhang Cheng drank the tea in the cup, and even slapped the table lightly, humming along.

"What ambition to save the government, but the demon is not killed. What heroes are in danger when they are fighting demons, but they look around and feel lost.

Sigh, what's the use of conquering the world, it's better to go back, go back!

The monster in front, don't hurry up and capture it——"

The florid voice is graceful and the charm is long.

Zhou Yi's face is full of astonishment. Calligraphy, tea ceremony, singing, Lao Zhang is like a treasure old man.

If you think about it carefully, you can understand that practitioners have a long life, and most of them are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, drinking and tasting tea. Only poetry requires more talent, which cannot be accumulated over a long time.

Singing songs, drinking tea, drinking wine, and going to brothels...

Zhou Yi didn't know the lives of other top three masters, but at least Zhang Cheng lived a very comfortable life. He occasionally sighed about his heroic old age, and then rolled into a pile of beauties in the blink of an eye.

I don't know whether he forgot the Zhuanggong he promised Zhou Yi or deliberately didn't remember it, and there was no follow-up.