I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Longevity Palace.

Green smoke curls up.

There was a faint sound of chanting.

Wang Ye asked to see Emperor Jingtai. After being informed by the chamberlain, he waited for a long time before being allowed in.

Jingtai Emperor Li Xian was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on a futon, with a Taoist scripture in his hand. When he saw Wang Ye coming in, he smiled.

"Wang Aiqing, why do you want to see me? Just discuss the affairs of the court with the prince."

"His Majesty……"

Wang Ye looked at the left and right sides of the hall, where a dozen middle-aged and elderly Taoists were meditating and refining their Qi.

Emperor Jingtai said: "I love you, but it doesn't matter."

Wang Ye bowed and said, "Your Majesty, an hour ago a Taoist sword cultivator took action a hundred miles southeast of Kyoto and cut off the mountain peak with one sword. Master Wuchen is said to be at least a first-class swordsman."

"Huh? A first-grade sword cultivator is indeed an extraordinary expert."

Emperor Jingtai put away the Taoist scriptures and looked slightly straighter.

Daqian is known as the divine dynasty, and there are many high-ranking third-level masters. However, it is extremely rare to reach the first-level realm, not to mention swordsmen who are famous for killing.

Wang Ye continued: "Master Wuxiang used the secret method of cause and effect to sense the remaining sword energy and judged that it was an immortal sword."

"Immortal weapon!"

Emperor Jingtai's voice became serious: "Master Wuxiang, are you sure you got it right?"

First-grade sword cultivators are rare in the world, but there are still a few in Daqian, such as the ancestor of the Qian cultivator of the Luofu Sword Palace and the previous head of the Tongtian Sword Sect.

Immortal weapons are already treasures that exceed the first-level realm. Once they exert their strongest power, they can be compared to true immortal arhats.

Daqian has ruled Yunzhou for fifteen hundred years, and there is no immortal weapon to suppress the national destiny.

"The remaining sword energy contains the pure Yang aura, and it is 90% correct."

Li Ye pointed his finger, and a light curtain appeared in the hall, and what was displayed inside was Duan Feng.

Emperor Jingtai waved his hand to capture a wisp of breath from the light curtain and sensed it carefully.

"It is indeed a fairy sword! Chu Daban, go investigate it yourself and be sure not to make any announcement."

A figure appeared in the corner of the hall, it was Eunuch Chu, the chief steward of the Internal Affairs Department, one of the Four Immortal Departments.

The four great Immortal Divisions, the Demon-Slaying Division is murderous and tyrannical, the Dragon-Guarding Division is mysterious and mystical, the Immortal Pension Division has a wide network of people, and the Internal Affairs Division is neither high nor low, which will only make people look bad.

"As commanded."

…

East Palace.

The prince of the prison country is reviewing the memorial.

Daqian has a vast territory, and its sixteen states were once dozens of countries. Now they are managed under a unified management, and there is a mountain of affairs that need to be reviewed every day.

A young eunuch came in from the side door and whispered a few words in the prince's ear.

Snapped!

The prince's face was calm, and the pen in his hand was broken into two pieces.

"Please come, Mr. Qin."

After a while, Qin Hong, the attendant of the East Palace, came in.

The prince stood back, his face could no longer hold back, and the clouds were tight.

"Sir, Wang Ye, the Minister of Rites, went to see my father. It is said that there are traces of the fairy sword..."

Qin Hong drank the tea slowly and paused slightly when he heard the fairy sword.

"Your Highness, there is no need to pay attention to the matter of the Immortal Sword. Regardless of whether it can be found, who can take it from a first-grade sword cultivator who holds an Immortal Sword?"

The prince said solemnly: "Sir, if we can recruit him..."

Qin Hong interrupted the prince: "Your Highness, you are now the supervisor of the country and have great power. You don't need to do anything, just wait slowly."

"wait?"

The prince's voice was louder: "Having been a prince for thirty years, do you still have to be a superintendent of the country for thirty years? Has the Taizu of Daqian been able to serve as a prince for sixty years?"

"Your Majesty is extremely talented in martial arts. He reached the third level in ten years. The late emperor praised him as Emperor Guangming."

Qin Hong said: "Now that I can withdraw from the court and focus on cultivation, and give His Highness the power to supervise the country, I have already shown my attitude."

"Gu is not a teenager. He is already over sixty years old. He has the power to supervise the country. Do you believe it, sir?"

The prince stroked his gray hair: "Everything in the court is not under the control of my father. I am just a tool. I paid my respects to my father a few days ago. I have gray hair. My father is light and healthy. I don't know who it is." Who is the father and the son!”

"Your Highness, be careful what you say!"

Qin Hong waved his hand and set up a soundproof ban. Who knows how many emperors' eyes and ears were in the East Palace.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, we don't need to take action ourselves. We just need to wait for Eunuch Chu to find the traces of the fairy sword. With your Majesty's mind and character, conflicts will inevitably occur. It won't be too late to recruit him when the time comes."

"Sir, this is my humerus!"

Qin Hong nodded slightly and pretended not to hear clearly.

…

early morning.

Zhou Yi woke up from a deep sleep and had breakfast at the inn.

Steamed buns, porridge, and pickles were far inferior to the fish and meat served in the prison, but Zhou Yi's appetite was greatly improved after eating them.

Chew carefully and swallow the food into your belly, and it will be immediately refined into nothingness by the Huang Ting Tao Sutra, and will not be deposited in the body at all.

Most monks do not eat whole grains to avoid contaminating the innate body, and they also spend time using magic to remove it. However, Zhou Yi could not bear to part with the smoke and smoke in the world.

Huangting Dao Jing does not have any special attributes such as ice, fire, thunder and wind. Its only characteristic is that it continues to run on its own.

Zhou Yi wiped his mouth after eating and drinking, and asked: "Shopkeeper, why don't you see the waiter from yesterday?"

The shopkeeper was settling the accounts and responded without raising his head: "I went out to watch the lanterns last night. I don't know what happened. I haven't come back yet."

Zhou Yi shook his head secretly and did not ask any more questions.

Passing through half of the southern city, we arrived at the Demon Slayer Division's headquarters.

Monobe token, find out the identity, and return to Monobe.

Before Zhang Cheng came, Liu Guli had already sent a booklet, which recorded the demon materials sent by the execution room yesterday.

"Lao Zhang went to Chunfeng Tower yesterday, and he probably won't wake up today."

Liu Wuli chuckled: "I have old arms and legs, and I am not afraid of being entangled in a bunch of women."

"Heap?"

Zhou Yi accurately grasped the key point. As for death, it was impossible. I had never heard of an expert in the God Refining Realm dying from exhaustion.

The two looked at each other, as if they had met their soul mates, and the atmosphere suddenly became happy.

Literary officials from other departments arrived one after another. They greeted Zhou Yi and chatted for a few words before starting to copy the books.

In the afternoon, Zhang Cheng wandered to work.

Zhou Yi had finished organizing the transcripts. Zhang Cheng turned over a few pages and sent them to Master Chen, while also praising the oiran of Chunfeng Tower.

Master Chen was once a talented man, and he severely despised Zhang Cheng's taste.

On the second day after arriving, Zhou Yi had already clearly felt the difference between the Ministry of Materials and the Prison Department. They were both minor officials who did not belong to the imperial court, so they were probably the difference between regular workers and contract workers.

After getting to know each other for more than half a month, Zhou Yi had become familiar with his colleagues and even went to drink several times.

Of course, Zhou Yi was not the one who paid the bill. The money he paid for staying in the inn was borrowed by Zhang Cheng, so he was completely broke.

This day.

Finally, the day came for the monthly stipend to be paid out.

The minor officials responsible for the work in the Wufang are not at the official level, and their salaries are not issued by the court and are handled by their departments themselves.

Zhou Yi followed Zhang Cheng to see the official Bai and receive the scribe's salary.

"Old Zhang, this is yours, two waste pills, ten pounds of bad meat, and five hundred dollars."

Officer Bai handed a package of things to Zhang Cheng and looked at Zhou Yi: "Thirteen days of work last month, which counts as half a month. One useless elixir, five kilograms of bad meat, and five hundred dollars."

"Thank you, Lord Bai."

Zhou Yi took the money, a white porcelain vase, and a dark meat strip.

Leave the Secretary's room.

Zhou Yi smelled the meat strips and easily judged that they were the internal organs of the tiger-like demon clan.

Opening the porcelain bottle, there was a black pill inside. After sniffing it, it seemed to be a Jingqi pill.

Jingqi pills are the lowest elixirs. They are made from the essence of demon clan's flesh and blood. They can replenish blood and energy. Ordinary people can take them to strengthen their health.

"Don't look at it, the meat is good, and the elixir is fine too."

Zhang Cheng opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and threw it directly into his mouth.

"It tastes a little worse than before."