Chapter 54: The Mortal World

Early morning.

After a big event, a long sleep, and a refreshed wake-up.

Zhou Yi walked on the street, holding a Lushiji fried dough stick in his mouth and Zhang Dasao's soy milk in his other hand.

"Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

The tofu brain beauty greeted with a blush on her face. Compared with the man who worked as a liba in the slums, Zhou Yi looked older except for his age, but his appearance and temperament were absolutely unique.

The little girl loved uncles, especially handsome and gentle uncles.

Unfortunately, no matchmaker has ever proposed marriage to Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

This is because Zhou Yi has a great reputation in Xingjiaofang, which has nothing to do with the Demon Slaying Division, but all because of his ability to eat.

There has never been a man who has nothing to do at noon and eats from the east to the west of the square.

Zhou Yi moved a long bench and shared a table with others. The little girl quickly served the three old dishes.

Tofu brain, cauliflower, and hot sauce.

The man next to him said with a smile: "Cui'er, your tofu tastes delicious."

"Pah!"

The tofu pudding beauty put her hands on her waist and raised her head: "If you haven't eaten enough, go find your wife!"

"Hahaha!"

A series of laughter echoed in the streets in the early morning.

No one could have imagined that the murderer who killed the great scholar in anger would argue with the man on the street about whether tofu pudding should be salty or sweet!

Relying on the strength of the previous life's key fairy level, he successfully sprayed several men, and they obediently admitted that the sweet party was orthodox.

Zhou Yi spent a pleasant morning, humming a little song, and came to the long-lost Monobe.

"Old Zhou, you are finally back."

Chen Zhubu appeared and disappeared, with a distressed face: "Old Zhang, that guy, has been writing ghosts and talismans every day since you left, and this official is always scolded by the Tongzhi."

"Zhong Tongzhi?"

Zhou Yi's ears were almost calloused some time ago.

Who would have thought that Yan Chixiao, such a fierce and rough man, would become a mumbling mouth after getting familiar with you.

Zhong the old dog, Zhong the turtle, the one who sent Zhong…

Zhong Jiuchong, the co-magistrate of the Demon Slaying Division, had his 18 generations of ancestors scolded by Yan Chixiao.

“Who else could it be? A few days ago, Zhong the co-magistrate was punished by the commander, and he was upset and still can’t recover.”

Chen Zhubu said, “Old Zhang is not afraid, you have to be careful.”

Zhou Yi pretended to be puzzled and asked, “Why is Lord Zhong angry?”

Chen Zhubu looked around and actually covered his mouth and laughed, “Don’t ask around, it’s not a good thing anyway.”

“Thank you for reminding me.”

When Zhou Yi came to the Department of Five Organs, he saw Zhang Cheng at first sight, writing with a dragon and snake.

“Brother Zhang, why are you here so early?”

Zhou Yi walked over and thought Zhang Cheng was copying the bibliography, but he was unexpectedly drawing.

On the white rice paper, the mighty black-haired man was riding a scaly horse, carrying seven or eight iron spears on his back, and holding a broad-bladed giant sword.

"Tsk tsk tsk, both calligraphy and painting are excellent. Brother Zhang may pass the imperial examination."

"How do you know I haven't passed!"

Zhang Cheng put the last two strokes on the eyes, and Yan Chixiao suddenly jumped onto the paper, his eyes wide open as if he was about to ride out on a horse.

"I'm old, if it was before, maybe I could have nurtured a bit of the true meaning of painting!"

Among the painters of the Hundred Schools of Thought, the top three are called the true meaning of painting, which can make a painting come true, a boat become a ship, and clouds and rain.

"Give me this painting, it can be hung at the door to ward off evil spirits!"

Zhou Yi was not joking. Zhang Cheng used the secret method of painting to integrate his spirit into the painting, and the evil spirit of Yan Chixiao who killed demons and monsters seemed to be real.

Ordinary demons and monsters would be scared and run away when they saw this painting.

"You wish, you kid will take advantage of it as soon as you come back."

Zhang Cheng's magic power swept over, and the scroll was immediately dry, and he carefully rolled it up and put it into the painting bag.

There are already more than a dozen scrolls in the painting bag, and the scent of ink has not yet dissipated. It is very likely that they are all portraits of Yan Chixia.

"Tonight, Chunfeng Tower, I will treat you."

"Come on, kid!"

...

Chunfeng Tower.

It is still the same as before.

The prosperity is still the same, the noise is still the same, and the liveliness is too much.

When the madam saw Zhang Cheng, it was like seeing her beloved father, and she was just short of burning incense and kneeling down.

Zhang Cheng is not a rich businessman who made a fortune overnight, but he has been a loyal customer for a long time. When the previous owner of Chunfeng Tower was still alive, he was a loyal customer.

Zhou Yi and his colleagues chose a compartment with a good view and drank from the jar.

It is difficult to enter and easy to leave the Monobu, and they are basically old officials with more than ten years of service.

The oil and water are too rich, there is no need for intrigue, and the relationship between them is good.

After the new courtesan Qingqing on the stage finished dancing, a group of operas sang Zhang Cheng's favorite "The Great Trouble in the Golden Palace".

The play is about the great Emperor Taizu, who is still a general in Fengyang State and fights wits and courage with treacherous officials.

Zhang Cheng listened to the singing and couldn't help humming, which was not inferior to the famous actors on the stage.

Zhou Yi drank several jars of wine, all of which were top-grade aged wines, and his face was slightly drunk.

The play on the stage was just about the time when Emperor Taizu killed the demon lurking in the royal family of Fengyang State, but was wrongly imprisoned.

Emperor Taizu wore shackles and spoke step by step: "What ambition to save the halls and temples... What heroes are in danger when they eliminate demons, and they look around and feel confused..."

I didn't know the meaning of the song when I first heard it, but I was the person in the song when I listened again.

Zhou Yi was about to raise his glass at a 45-degree angle to toast the past and recite a poem, when a figure fell between him and Zhang Cheng.

Except for Li Xun and a few others at the same table, the others were all in the martial arts refining realm. The drunkenness disappeared immediately when the true qi was circulated, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at the uninvited guests.

"Ahem, if you want to live, don't look around!"

The man threatened: "I am the flower fairy of Wuzhou. If you don't want your whole family to die, be obedient!"

Wuzhou is one of the ten southern states, rich in sycamore trees. Legend has it that the fairy beast Phoenix once landed there.

The Flower Fairy waved his sleeves, and his face immediately changed, from a creamy boy to a feminine young man, raising his glass to toast with his tablemates.

Zhang Cheng's interest was interrupted, and just as he was about to turn the Flower Fairy into a dead flower, someone else entered the compartment.

Li Hongling and Bai Yutang, a blue-clothed police chief and a black-clothed police constable.

"Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

Bai Yutang glanced at everyone present and shook his head slightly at Li Hongling.

Li Hongling stepped forward and bowed: "Senior Zhang, sorry to bother you."

Zhang Cheng looked at her for a moment and nodded: "Well, you are... the sixth girl Hongling from Li Laoba's family?"

The Flower Fairy, who was pretending to raise his glass to drink, looked embarrassed. He finally got rid of the police constable of the Six Doors, but he fell into the other party's acquaintances.

The Flower Fairy was running his true energy and was about to take hostages, but suddenly he felt a stomachache, and his true energy was running wildly in the eight extraordinary meridians, and his meridians were instantly ruptured and his cultivation was completely wasted.

Bang!

He fell straight down on the table.

Zhang Cheng grabbed Hua Zhongxian's head and asked, "What's wrong with this guy?"

"Reporting to the senior, this is the leader of the four major flower thieves in Wuzhou. He has been roaming in Beijing recently."

Li Hongling said, "Fortunately, Brother Bai discovered his tracks and saved innocent women from being harmed."

"I despise flower thieves the most!"

Zhang Cheng grabbed the flower thief's hair and scalded it on the copper wall of the boiling hot pot, emitting an extremely unpleasant burnt smell.

"There are so many girls in Chunfeng Tower who are hungry, but you go to harm good families, you are not a son!"

Zhou Yi and others looked at Hua Zhongxian's miserable appearance and couldn't help shuddering. Old Zhang usually laughed and joked, but he was ruthless and frightened people.

Zhang Cheng threw Hua Zhongxian out, and his miserable appearance made the onlookers retreat.

"Little boy surnamed Bai, I think you are good. How about you become my disciple?"

Bai Yutang looked confused, while Li Hongling was full of joy. She took his hand and bowed: "Meeting the master."

"Go away. I will teach him to practice when I have time."

Zhang Cheng waved his hand, as if he was not accepting a disciple, but a burden.

Zhou Yi looked puzzled and asked: "Brother Zhang, why don't you accept me as your disciple?"

Zhang Cheng looked at Zhou Yi deeply, looking him up and down.

"Not handsome enough! Old Zhang was the most beautiful man in Kyoto back then, but you are not worthy of my attention!"

Zhou Yi now looks like a middle-aged man with gray hair and a little vicissitudes, so he has always been called Mr.

He originally looked like a banished immortal, comparable to Mr. Reader. How can there be anyone more handsome than Mr. Reader in the world?

Zhou Yi looked indignant and shouted at the troupe on the stage.

"Keep playing the music! Keep dancing!"