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

Zhou Yi and Hu Jiuying left for a long time.

More than a dozen figures were milling around nearby. After checking, nothing was found, and they quickly dispersed.

After these people left, wave after wave of figures came over. When they met familiar people, they nodded and silently sat cross-legged on the spot to reflect.

Qingqiu Fox Fairy is a legendary existence. Anyone who can fight undefeated with her must be at the same level.

The scattered aftermath of the fighting plowed the nearby hills, leaving a ravine on the ground that stretched for more than ten miles.

Monks like to watch martial arts fights to try to figure out their magical powers, but they are limited to those of the same level.

Immortal fighting skills will only hide as far away as possible, lest they accidentally become gray and gray, and there is no place to reason.

Now that the real fox fairy is still gone, while the magic aura is still evident, he quickly comes to soak up the immortal energy.

Zhou Yi returned to the inn room and searched with his magic power, but found no strange smell.

Hu Jiuying stood handsomely on the window sill, like a dead dragon or a tiger's den in the house.

"Come in, I'm not interested in a thousand-year-old girl."

Zhou Yi touched the teapot, the fire flashed, and the tea boiled instantly.

Hu Jiuying muttered secretly and stood aside obediently. She was now in awe of Zhou Yi.

The Fox Fairy is the belief of the Qingqiu Spirit Fox Clan. No matter how troublesome things are, the Fox Fairy can make them disappear as soon as they take action.

For the first time, Hu Jiuying saw the human race who was undefeated in a battle with the Fox Fairy.

After three cups of hot tea, Zhou Yi calmed down.

Drinking tea can calm the mind and calm the mind.

An unexpected encounter with the Qingqiu Fox Fairy, even if it is just a clone, is essentially far beyond the first-level realm.

Zhou Yi had not only seen one of the first-level god-refining masters, but also killed the Blue Wave Dragon King and the Naked Saint with his own hands. They had seen many battles in their memories, and they knew that the realm of god-refining was also about using their own magic power.

Qingqiu Fox Fairy behaves in a thoughtful manner, with the vitality of heaven and earth under his control, and the overwhelming power of heaven and earth suppresses everything.

What kind of magic weapon or exquisite swordsmanship makes no difference within the scope of "nuclear strike".

Zhou Yi's ten thousand years of magic power is rare in the world, and he will not be able to gain the upper hand in a fight.

The two of them tested each other without making a fatal move. The Fox Immortal did not use the secret skills of the Fox clan, and Zhou Yi did not use Tiangang Taoism.

Calling wind and rain is more than just the art of raining and blowing wind!

Obviously, for the sake of Hu Yue, the Fox Immortal was not willing to form a deadly feud with Zhou Yi. Before leaving, he gave a piece of advice and a hint of friendship.

"Tell me, why did you come to harm me tonight?"

"Chief Immortal, this junior does not want to harm you, but senses the aura of the same race... I never thought that you were the spiritual pet of an immortal, so I took the liberty to disturb you."

Hu Jiuying could not protect herself, so she enslaved the fox tribe and became the spiritual pet of the immortal.

Zhou Yi waved his hand and released Feng Ling'er: "She is not my spiritual pet. She has spirit fox blood in her body and practices the Sky Fox Secret Code, but she is quite related to Qingqiu."

Feng Ling'er couldn't transform yet, so she cupped her fists and saluted: "I've met you sir, I've met senior Jiu Ying."

A flash of light flashed across Hu Jiuying's eyes, and she was amazed.

"Half-human and half-fox, he should have low qualifications, but his soul is already as strong as a Yin God! At such a young age, he has already reached the Seven-Tails realm, which is also rare in Qingqiu."

"Are you willing to worship me as your teacher and go to Qingqiu Blessed Land to practice?"

Hu Jiuying's eyesight was infinitely better than that of Hu Yue, and she could see through Feng Ling'er's heels at a glance.

Feng Ling'er looked at the expressionless Zhou Yi and bowed three times to Hu Jiuying: "I have met the master, and Ling'er is willing to go to Qingqiu to practice."

"Keke, my good disciple, don't worry. Master, I have a high status in Qingqiu. I'm sure no one will dare to bully you when I go there."

When Hu Jiuying was talking, she glanced at Zhou Yi from time to time, obviously telling him something.

Although a thousand-year-old fox has never left Qingqiu, he has been pondering people's hearts for a long time, and his eyelashes are empty even if they are pulled out. Of course, he is good at reading people's looks.

Feng Ling'er hesitated for a moment and said to Zhou Yi: "Sir, before I leave, I want to see my father..."

"Um?"

Zhou Yi did not hide Feng Ling'er's life experience. He never hid anything from you for your own good, and he was not sensitive to reasons such as being too young to have a bad influence.

Everyone has the right to know their own destiny. Whether they can bear it or not, it should not be decided by others.

"Dad was actually very good to Ling'er back then. He hugged me for a long time every time he came home. I don't know how many years have passed since I left. Maybe I won't..."

Feng Ling'er sobbed softly. The higher the cultivation level, the clearer the memory of some painful crying, and she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to.

The strength of a monk is a thousand times more powerful than that of ordinary people, and the pain he endures is also a thousand times greater.

"I'll ask for leave tomorrow morning and take you to see it."

Zhou Yi gently stroked the white fox's head. No matter what, he was very pleased that Feng Ling'er could miss his father.

Between others and myself, I suddenly thought of my parents in the past life. Even though I have great power now, I will never see them again.

Qingqiu is far away from Daqian, but there is a whole world between Daqian and Blue Star.

"I'm tired, let's go to bed first."

Zhou Yi did not take Feng Ling'er into his sleeve.

Now Feng Ling'er is Hu Jiuying's disciple, and she must be measured and measured in everything she does. Unless she does evil for disaster, Zhou Yi will not use her own will to manage and restrain her.

In the dead of night, people whisper fox whispers to accompany you to sleep.

…

Monobe is very busy this morning.

Before Zhou Yi entered, he heard Zhang Cheng's hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, come and have a taste. Last night when I came back from Cuifeng Mountain, I passed by Baiyun Guanling Tea Peak and picked up a few handfuls."

Zhang Cheng took out handfuls of fresh tea leaves: "It's not as good as the secret Zui Chungui, but it's also a rare spiritual tea. If something terrible hadn't happened last night, there would have been a group of old guys who wanted to hug them while they slept. Holding the tea tree.”

Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. Cuifeng Mountain is outside Beicheng and Baiyun Temple is hundreds of miles to the west. How easy is it to get around this?

The Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple went back and saw the bare branches, and he was jumping around and yelling.

The officials of the Ministry of Things have seen many demons and spirits, but they can only scratch the surface. Baiyun Guanling Tea is famous in Daqian. It is said that it has the magical effect of enlightenment and concentration, so they all drink the tea directly from the big bucket.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lao Zhang, you even broke the tea branches. Aren't you afraid that the old man will go crazy?"

Mr. Chen, who was seldom seen in person on weekdays, also smiled and came to rub the tea leaves. He picked out a twig with buds from the pile of tea leaves and quickly and carefully collected it.

Tea tree grafting technology is no longer a mysterious technology in Daqian.

In order to cultivate spiritual plants, monks use various methods such as grafting, mutation, hybridization, and ripening... It can be said that they do everything.

The gap between monks and mortals is not only longevity, strength, and knowledge, but also the application of various technologies, all for the purpose of better cultivation.

Zhou Yi held a big bowl, brewed some tea, and sat down to take a sip.

At this time, I no longer care about the tea ceremony. I can just drink the spiritual tea that is hard to buy with a lot of money. Who cares about the art anymore.

The taste is indeed not as good as Zui Chun Gui, without the hazy drunkenness, but the rich spiritual energy is enough to increase the cultivation level of Qi Refining Realm.

"Hey hey hey, I passed by Tea Mountain in the middle of the night and shouted several times but no one responded, so I picked it up!"

Zhang Cheng smiled proudly and said: "Those old guys don't have time to pay attention to me now. They are quarreling with others outside Beicheng."

Chief Chen looked around and saw that they were all his own people. He lowered his voice and asked, "What happened last night? I heard from my uncle that there was a fight between top men outside."

The chief clerk in Daqian is a ninth-grade sesame official, which seems to be very inconspicuous everywhere, so it depends on where he is the chief clerk.

The Treasurer of the Demon Slayer Department is a representative of low-level authority. The treasures he handles can leak more oil and water than a senior official without scratching a single layer.

Chief Chen has been able to stay in this position for more than ten years, not only because he has managed the relationship well, but the most important thing is that his aunt is married to Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

Zhang Cheng pretended to be mysterious and said: "Of course he is an extremely expert! Old Chen is quite strict and knows the importance!"

"How high is it?"

Master Chen asked subconsciously.

The others stopped drinking tea and pricked up their ears to listen. Such secrets were beyond the reach of ordinary petty officials.

"It's as high as three or four stories high!"

"cut--"

Everyone was shocked and stopped asking questions. It was obvious that a hush order was issued from above.

While Zhang Cheng was drinking tea, he looked up at the bronze lamp on the top of the object department and couldn't help but add something in his heart.

Lao Zhang, I’m really underground!