Eternal Life: I'm Grinding Experience in the Patrol Division

"You are looking for death!" The rough man didn't see the person coming clearly, but he was even more angry after being blocked. He turned his hands into fists and didn't care about anything else, wanting to compete with the newcomer again.

Song Changming frowned and stared at the man in front of him.

Looking at the stubble on his face, this man should be quite old, why is he still so reckless.

The other party used fists, but he didn't have the interest to fight with the other party to the end, so he drew his sword directly.

The long sword at his waist was unsheathed, and the blade drew a slightly weird arc in the air, making a light humming sound.

The next moment, a cold light flashed, and his sword was already on the other party's neck.

A cold stinging feeling was produced on the neck, and a cut blood mark was bleeding out.

At this moment, the rough man recovered some reason from his anger. He knew that if he continued to fight, he would be beheaded.

While sweating on his forehead, he also saw the official uniform on Song Changming's body.

Undoubtedly, the person who was fighting with him in front of him was a government official!

Now, his heart was even colder.

"Disturbing public order, committing crimes in the street, and attacking patrol guards are all more serious crimes. Handcuff yourself, don't wait for me to do it." Song Changming took out the shackles, looked at the martial artist, and said lightly.

The rough man glanced at the few "knights" who were drinking with him.

They were just talking together, but now they have disappeared one by one.

Obviously, compared with him, the others are smarter and have no intention of saving him in a fit of passion.

In fact, the other people who were with him were also speechless. They said that the government was inactive and useless, and they wished they could break into the patrol tonight and rob the prison to save those loyal and righteous people.

But this was just talk. Who would have thought that this rough man was serious and dared to really attack the patrol guards.

The rough man gritted his teeth and shouted: "You bastard, go to hell!"

As he said this, he was about to take something out of his body.

Song Changming's eyes were stern, and he turned the long knife in his hand, accelerating in vain, cutting the opponent's wrist, and accurately picking up the tendons of the hand, not giving the opponent a chance to throw a hidden weapon.

Then he used the back of the knife to hit the rough man's head.

A set of silky combos, the opponent couldn't even hum, and fainted on the spot.

"It's okay." Song Changming said to the shopkeeper, and he picked up the rough man of 200 pounds with ease, just like picking up a rag bag, without any weight.

"Thank you, sir. If it weren't for you today, I'm afraid I would have been beaten up." The shopkeeper bowed to Song Changming repeatedly.

As Song Changming began to govern this area, many shops now recognized him as the newly appointed young patrolman.

On weekdays, when they saw Song Changming, they were also polite and called him sir.

"What's wrong with him?" Song Changming looked at the old man lying on the ground and asked.

"It was this old guy who caused trouble today. I felt sorry for him before, so I gave him some food. I was planning to let him help in the kitchen as a waiter.

Who knew that this old man didn't know how to do good. He stole the wine from the store every now and then. Today, he was caught stealing money. How could I keep him? I was just planning to drive him away, but then I met this evil star. He didn't know right from wrong and wanted to attack him when he saw him."

The shopkeeper explained the whole story. Song Changming took a look at the old man. Since the shopkeeper didn't plan to send the old man to report to the police, he didn't bother to meddle in other people's business. He just left with the Jianghu guest in his hand.

Three people were sitting by the window in a corner of the restaurant.

Two waitresses with swords hanging on their waists, wearing white brocade robes, and a young man wearing a long gown and a black hat.

One of the waitresses was smart and the other was cold. They both looked extraordinary. Even if they were sitting on the bench, they straightened their backs, their feet were ready to burst out at any time, and they were intentionally or unintentionally on guard.

The waitress who looked smarter suddenly smiled as she watched Song Changming leave.

"Sir, are you happy today?"

The young man looked fair and handsome. He looked away and said, "I didn't expect that this little city patrol guard had such a skill in swordsmanship. With this skill, it should be no problem for him to be a patrol chief."

The waitress with a stern face shook her head and explained, "It is indeed enough to have a small success in swordsmanship, but the level of physical training is a bit poor. It seems that he has just started physical training not long ago, but his strength is not small. He should have mainly practiced bone strengthening.

Considering that this patrol guard looks so young, it will not be a problem for him to become a patrol chief in the future."

Another waitress said immediately, "If you are interested in that little patrol guard, why not recruit him to work under you."

The young man shook his head and said nothing. He stirred the wine in the glass with a chopstick, as if he had something else in mind.

For him, a small city patrol guard, even if his potential is good among the patrol guards, is not in his eyes.

"Let's go, relax, it's time to go back."

In the evening, Song Changming carried a few pounds of beef and mutton, as well as a jar of fine wine, and returned home.

These meats and wines were specially given to Song Changming by the owner of the restaurant during the day as a thank-you gift.

Since Song Changming couldn't simply refuse, he accepted it without hesitation.

This is also one of the benefits of being a patrol guard. He only needs to build a good relationship with those merchants when patrolling the streets, give them some small favors, and don't make things difficult for them.

After getting familiar with them, they will naturally give Song Changming some benefits and take care of each other.

Unlike the night watchmen who can only touch the corpses, there are still many ways for patrol guards to make money.

Song Changming will not claim to be upright, and he will not take the benefits he can get. He only needs to stick to the bottom line in his heart, not do evil, and be greedy.

"If my father sees this wine, I'm afraid he will be greedy." Walking on the road, Song Changming muttered to himself.

He was not good at wine himself, so the reason why he asked for this jar of wine was to prepare it for his old father at home.

In the streets and alleys dressed in white, it was not raining at night, and a few weirdos in raincoats and bamboo hats walked past an old tree with a crooked neck.

"Who is it?" Mother Song heard the noise outside the courtyard and walked out of the kitchen. When she saw these people wearing raincoats, her expression suddenly changed.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

"Auntie, don't panic. I just heard that your husband has a serious illness. I specially sent you some life-saving incense. Just burn it and the disease will be cured in three days." One of the people wearing a raincoat said.

Her voice was that of an elderly woman, with a bit of hoarseness in her throat. As she spoke, she took out three sticks of red incense from her wide sleeves and gave them to Mrs. Song.

When Song's mother saw her, she immediately waved her hands and said in a panic: "No, no need, my husband's illness has been cured."

"Is the disease cured?" The old woman was stunned, looked at several other people in raincoat clothes, and then suddenly continued.

"It doesn't matter. Even if it doesn't cure illnesses, this incense can be used to invite gods, including the God of Wealth and Fortune. It's very useful."

With that said, the old woman handed the three sticks of incense in her hand to Mother Song inside the fence.

"No, our family doesn't want it." Mother Song shook her head repeatedly, as if she didn't want to have anything to do with these people at all.

"We're here to send you incense out of kindness, why not!" One of the taller men in coir raincoats couldn't hold it in anymore and snorted coldly.

As he said this, several men in raincoats made a gesture to cross the fence and enter the yard.

"What are you doing!" Song's father heard the noise at this time, walked out of the room with a pole in both hands, and yelled.

"If you dare to break in, I will report it to the police. I am not afraid to tell you that my son is working as a patrolman in the Patrol Division!"

As soon as these words came out, the men in coir raincoats restrained themselves a little, but they remained unyielding, as if they would not leave until Father Song and Mother Song accepted these three sticks of incense.