Chapter 288

The leader of the official mission turned out to be a martial artist in the Yuan Qiao realm.

This is impossible in other states.

The only explanation is that martial arts are prosperous here in Zhongzhou, and the secrets of great medicine are not controlled, so the martial arts group has received the development it deserves.

But in Ding Yi's eyes, these people are just as fragile as ordinary people.

Just like those Yuan Qiao who dared to show their swords at him last night, their heart veins were broken by the shock of his body-protecting essence before they even got close to him, and they couldn't even hold on for a breath.

Regarding Ding Yi's remarks, the official said coldly:

"Please come back with me, we need to make some records."

Ding Yi suddenly raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

He came here to get the necessary knowledge quickly and then go back to take revenge. To be honest, he didn't want to care about the grudges at the foot of the imperial city at all.

If he hadn't teleported to He Mansion through the broken door, he would have been able to smile and drink tea while watching the group of people slaughter He Weimin.

Ding Yi glanced at the crowd around him, and with this simple move, the expressions of the surrounding officials instantly turned cold, and they pressed one hand on the handle of the knife.

"stop!"

At this moment, a shout came from behind the crowd.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but the officials quickly stood up straight when they saw the person coming, with flattering smiles on their faces.

"Your Majesty the Minister."

The officials said in unison.

Ding Yi turned around and saw that it was He Weimin, the Minister of Household Affairs last night. He was striding over with a serious face, followed by three or four calm-looking guards.

He Weimin walked to the crowd, bowed to Ding Yi, and said:

"My little brother left in such a hurry last night that I didn't even have time to say thank you. I'm really ashamed."

After saying that, He Weimin looked at Ding Yi and said nothing, then turned to look at the official next to him, and said coldly:

"This little brother is my distinguished guest, do you understand?"

When the officials heard this, they immediately smiled and nodded, not even daring to say a word.

"Since we are your distinguished guests, we won't disturb you."

The leading official also bowed to Ding Yi with clasped fists, and then hurriedly left the place with others.

Such a scene was naturally seen by the people around him. Although they did not dare to get close, they still looked at the place in secret, as if they wanted to hear some shocking gossip.

"Little brother, I don't know what to call you?"

He Weimin asked first.

"Ding Hai."

Ding Yi said casually.

"Fortunately, my little brother helped me last night, and we met again today. We are destined to be together, so why not go to a humble house and have a few drinks?"

When He Weimin saw this, he immediately said again.

Ding Yi looked at He Weimin in front of him, and then shook his head:

"Don't worry about all this. Let me ask you, do you want to thank me?"

He Weimin was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

"Give me a few thousand taels of silver to spend on, and then I want to learn martial arts. Which land immortals around here do you know well? Get me there."

Ding Yi continued.

"..."

He Weimin had been in the officialdom for half his life. This was the first time he met someone talking to him like this. He didn't react at the moment and was stunned.

The guards behind him were even more stunned, looking at Ding Yi as if they were looking at a fool.

"Little brother, I'm joking. I am an honest and upright official. The first condition is really difficult to meet, but I can help with the second one."

After He Weimin thought for a while, he then said slowly.

When Ding Yi heard this, he smiled, then patted He Weimin on the shoulder and said:

"That's right. There's no point in making so many twists and turns. Come on, smile."

He Weimin showed an awkward smile, and then said:

"It's not a good place to talk. I'd like to ask Brother Ding to follow me back home for a chat."

Ding Yi shook his head again after hearing this, and then said:

"Farewell. After you prepare your things, take them to Room 9 on the 10th floor of Wanfu Restaurant."

After saying that, Ding Yi patted He Weimin's shoulder again, gave him a meaningful smile, and then turned around and left.

After Ding Yi left, the smile on He Weimin's face gradually faded, and the guard next to him quickly asked:

"Sir, just let him go like this?"

He Weimin shook his head and said:

"Otherwise? If he really took action last night, how confident are you that he could have stopped him?"

"Sir, did you really agree to him? What if it's a lie?"

The guard behind him then asked.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or false, it's just a casual move."

He Weimin said, then turned around and walked towards his house, and at the same time said:

"No matter what, this person must not make enemies. If I help him, he may be able to become a good move for me in the future."

After He Weimin finished speaking, the guards behind him nodded repeatedly, and then followed He Weimin and walked towards the He Mansion.

This seemingly coincidental encounter was actually arranged by He Weimin himself.

Ding Yi's identity as a foreigner was very obvious. The informants in the city reported Ding Yi's location to He Weimin within an hour, and he made a prompt decision and rushed here with his people.

As for the official who blocked the road, this was an accident.

But it was this accident that made this seemingly accidental encounter more real.

And He Weimin was very efficient. When Ding Yi returned to the restaurant in the evening, the waiter took out a letter and handed it to him.

"Sir Ding, it's from He Mansion."

The waiter looked at Ding Yi with a different look, with a hint of fear.

"Got it."

Ding Yi looked at the letter in the waiter's hand, then took it, and then took the wooden platform back to his room.

Back in the house, Ding Yi first released the meat fairy, then habitually put on gloves, and then opened the letter in front of him.

In just half a cup of tea, Ding Yi finished reading the letter and understood what He Weimin meant.

The letter introduced two places to Ding Yi, one was the Taichu Sect, nine hundred miles outside the imperial city, with the sect master Mu Yunbai, Lu Xianjing, and the other was the Guanyun Sect, one thousand nine hundred miles away from here, with the sect master also a Lu Xianjing.

Because these two sects are close to the imperial city, they have contacts with many officials, so He Weimin is qualified to be recommended.

As for other sects, they are located farther away in Zhongzhou, and He Weimin is out of reach.

The letter also briefly explained the difference between the two sects.

Taichu Sect has many people, recruits many disciples, and the competition is fierce. Guanyun Sect is casual and focuses on fate. There are only dozens of disciples in the sect.

Ding Yi was speechless when he finished reading the letter.

Why does he care about the sect and how many people there are? He wants the strongest one!!

Only when the sect is strong can he be interested. Otherwise, this weak chicken Lu Xian has less experience than himself, so it would be a waste of time to go there?

He wants to visit the strongest Lu Xian, the most knowledgeable Lu Xian, and he wants to walk a road that no one has ever walked before!

Thinking of this, Ding Yi immediately got up and swore, and then rang the bell hanging on the bedside.

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