$ Chapter 222: Newcomer of Monobe

Ministry of Materials.

Zhou Yi is visualizing the Fallen Bell, training his Yin spirit, and striving to be promoted to Sun Travel as soon as possible.

Chen Zhubu led a young man, pushed the door in, and introduced with a smile.

"Old Zhou, this is the new clerk, the young master of the Cui family, Cui Yuan."

After Zhang Cheng resigned, there was a vacancy for the clerk. Many people took the path of Chen Zhubu, hoping to contribute to the court, but they didn't expect that it would fall on the young master of the Cui family.

The Cui family is a well-known aristocratic family. Chen Zhubu can be called a young master, at least a direct descendant of the family.

With such an identity, it is too unfair to come to the Ministry of Materials to be a clerk, even if he is a colleague with Zhou Yi.

There are great Confucian scholars in the Cui family who are good at teaching disciples, which is far more promising than following the half-way monks to refine the spirit.

Cui Yuan does not have the arrogance of a young master of an aristocratic family. He bowed and said, "Meet Master Zhou, meet Brother Chen."

"Hmm..."

Zhou Yi agreed, and smelled a familiar smell on Cui Yuan's body. His eyes flashed with spiritual light, and he performed the Zhan Qi technique.

The luck is gray and black, and the life is coming to an end.

Chen Zhubu gave Cui Yuan a few more instructions, not talking about the rules of the Ministry of Things, but constantly mentioning that Zhou Yi and Chen Ying were diligent in practicing and had no time to copy the bibliography.

Cui Yuan immediately understood and said, "Uncle Chen, my nephew was born with blocked meridians and weak soul, so he can't practice. Leave the copying of the bibliography to me."

"That's perfect. It's not a good thing to be too idle every day."

Chen Zhubu took out a bag of tea from his sleeve and put it on Zhou Yi's desk: "Old Zhou, this is the spiritual tea for nourishing the spirit made by my sister-in-law. I asked you to give you a pound to drink. If it's not enough, there's more."

Chen Ying heard this and looked incredulous.

The spiritual tea for nourishing the spirit is made from the spirit-condensing flower. Only one in a hundred can be made. There is a spiritual field suitable for growing the spirit-condensing flower in my mother's clan.

The annual output is only three to five pounds.

"Old Chen, don't be so restrained. Thank Chen County Master for me later."

Zhou Yi certainly knew that spiritual tea was precious. The spiritual tea for nourishing the spirit was far inferior to the spiritual tea of ​​Baiyun Temple. It couldn't stand the large quantity.

Chen Zhubu immediately relaxed, from a slight bow to a smug look.

"I told my sister-in-law that there was no need to be so serious. With our friendship, we can't borrow a volume of Taoist scriptures. I have already told Chunfenglou that in the future, all drinks will be charged to the Ministry of Materials."

"Haha, Old Chen is generous."

Zhou Yi certainly has money for drinking and listening to music, but he appreciates Chen Zhubu's kindness.

Chen Zhubu is a serious Jinshi, and he understands the value of "Jingming Shuijing Zhu". He also understands that guiding Chen Ying in cultivation is not for spiritual tea or other things, but purely for friendship.

Cui Yuan on the side was very curious, what Taoist scripture could be worth a pound of spiritual tea, but the newcomer had just arrived, so it was not easy to ask too much.

On the contrary, Cui Yuan glanced at the strange bronze bell on Zhou Yi's desk and felt it was very mysterious.

It was approaching the end of the shift.

After Cui Yuan handed in today's list of books, he said, "I have booked a private room in Dashunzhai, and I would like to invite Master Zhou and Brother Chen to dinner?"

Chen Ying smiled and said, "Brother Yuan, are you really treating us?"

Cui Yuan nodded and said, "Of course."

Chen Ying said, "Who would go to Dashunzhai if they really wanted to? That's where we discuss official business."

Cui Yuan asked in confusion, "Then where should we go?"

Chen Ying laughed and said, "Of course, Chunfenglou!"

Although Zhang Cheng resigned, his spirit of going to Chunfenglou when he had something to do and going to Chunfenglou when he had nothing to do remained in Monobe forever.

"I have been weak since I was a child, and I have never been there..."

Cui Yuan looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a handsome face, a slightly haggard and pale complexion, and a thin body, as if he would be blown away by the wind.

"Brother Yuan thinks too much, we will just eat and drink when we go there."

Chen Ying said, "Brother Zhou has been there for a few years, and now he is still... woooo?"

"If you can't talk, shut up!"

An hour later

Cui Yuan was surrounded by women, so happy.

This fully proves that happiness is contagious and that learning bad things is natural.

Cui Yuan's appearance and temperament are exactly the weak scholar that girls dream of. Coupled with the surname Cui, he is more perfect than the men in the storybooks.

It was approaching midnight.

Cui Yuan reluctantly said goodbye to several newly recognized sisters and promised to come and talk tomorrow.

Zhou Yi smiled and asked, "Why don't you stay overnight?"

"Brother Zhou should be able to see my situation. If you want to live a few more days, you should restrain yourself."

The brothel is indeed a good place to build relationships. After only one visit, Cui Yuan was much less reserved in front of Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi is different from the great scholar of the Cui family. He is gentle and approachable.

Zhou Yi asked, "The Cui family can't do anything?"

Cui Yuan shook his head and replied, "They said that unless a true immortal comes, there is no cure."

Zhou Yi said, "Then you shouldn't come to Mononobe. The evil spirit underground is a bit heavy."

"They have arranged it, so I have to come."

As Cui Yuan was talking, he saw the carriage waiting at the door and bowed, saying, "Brother Zhou, I'm going home."

"Yeah."

Zhou Yi looked at the carriage disappearing in the night, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Interesting, the sons of that old dragon are really everywhere!"

When he saw Cui Yuan for the first time, he smelled the smell of dragon blood, as if there was some secret method to cover it up. If Zhou Yi hadn't killed many Dragon Palace spies and refined the blood of the real dragon himself, he might not have been able to sense it.

Half-dragon body, although the aptitude for cultivation is poor, the physical body should be far beyond the ordinary, and the life span is longer than that of a simple human.

"Another poor person!"

Clouds appeared under Zhou Yi's feet, and he soared into the air and returned home in an instant.

Gungun was sleeping soundly on the fairy peach tree, refining the elixir in his body, and suddenly flew into the air.

Ying Ying Ying!

Without opening his eyes, he smelled a familiar smell and turned over to continue sleeping.

Mao Jiu looked eagerly at the immortal who returned home. Instead of talking to the master of the backyard first, he actually favored Gun Gun, the money-loser.

"There really is a different bloodline!"

Zhou Yi used his magical power to sense that there was a trace of magical power in Gun Gun's body, which was extremely weak and seemed to be there and not there.

After killing the Goshawk Demon King, he obtained the Earthly Evil Magical Power: Tuo Feng.

Tuo Feng, a method of taming and controlling beasts, can purify and stimulate the bloodline of monsters and return to their ancestors.

Meow!

Mao Jiu jumped onto Zhou Yi's shoulder, rubbing against him and acting like a spoiled child.

Zhou Yi pointed a finger at Mao Jiu's forehead and used the Tuo Feng magical power, and immediately sensed the powerful bloodline power.

The bloodline power flowed, and there was a faint Buddhist chant.

Snoring!

Mao Jiu made a comfortable snoring sound and felt that his strength was growing rapidly.

"The Immortal really loves me the most!"

...

The night was dark.

The county was silent, with occasional barking of dogs.

Rustle...

A stream of figures followed the wall, gathered from all directions, and surrounded a mansion.

Fushun Escort Agency.

The chief escort was ranked fourth rank, with six Qi-refining escorts and hundreds of escorts under his command. He was well-known in Hangzhou County and even Jinhua County.

The Yin hour was approaching dawn, and people slept the deepest, and the sentries on duty were also very sleepy.

The black shadow hidden in the dark jumped into the yard and removed the sentries of Ming Shao one by one.

The smoke blew into the room where the escort rested, and when the drug took effect, he pushed open the door and tied up everyone inside.

Swish!

Suddenly, a whistling arrow shot up into the sky, which was extremely harsh in the silent night, waking up the masters of the escort agency.

The Qi-refining master flew into the air, and seeing the constables surrounding the escort agency, he roared.

"Enemy attack!"