Journey To the World of Film and Television

Zhou Ji was silent.

He wanted to agree, but because of the vanity of a man's instinct, he resisted a little.

Who hasn't fantasized about a Bai Fumei with deep roots of love who is against him? But if he really wanted to give up his feelings, he wouldn't be able to speak harshly like he did to Fan Ruoruo just now.

Fan Xian looked at Zhou Ji's cowardly expression, got angry for a moment, waved his hands again and again and said, "That's it, I'm too lazy to talk to you, a scumbag."

Suppressing the drunkenness, Fan Xian's face turned blue and red, and he took a handful of hangover medicine from his bosom.

"It's not too late. Before everyone is prepared, we will start to act." Fan Xian calmed down and adjusted his breath, and the alcohol smell on his face gradually dissipated. He raised his eyes and said, "Have you got the key?"

Zhou Ji suppressed the thoughts in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, a knife-shaped key slipped out of the palm of his hand, and flew up and down on his fingertips, raising his eyebrows: "It's easy to grab."

Fan Xian's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to take it. It was only when he got closer that he could see that the shape of the key was rather weird. It was quite different from the styles in the world, but it looked a bit like a modern anti-theft key.

"I've already found someone to arrange for the best locksmith in Kyoto, and we're leaving now." Fan Xian said as he took out two pieces of black cloth from his pocket, and handed one to Zhou Ji under his disgusting eyes.

"No need, I'm prepared." Zhou Ji curled his lips and turned sideways to let Fan Xian go first.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the two left the mansion, bypassed the patrolling city guards under the curfew in Kyoto, came to a relatively remote alley, and climbed over the wall to enter the hospital.

Fan Xian knocked lightly on the door three times, and a man's footsteps came from inside the room. He leaned against the crack of the door and glanced out, and saw that it was Fan Xian who pulled the latch, bowed and said, "I've seen you, sir."

Zhou Ji also walked into the room, looking up and down at the man in front of him.

He looks honest, looks like he is in his forties, his face is iron black, and he stands there with a simple and honest smile.

Locksmith is a profession and a title, but this middle-aged man named locksmith is not just because of his appearance, his name is called locksmith, so we can know the extent of his craftsmanship.

One of the unique skills of stealing doors is 'lock unlocking'. Although Zhou Ji is a thief saint, he is not the best in unlocking locks. Yu Dao's locksmith was naturally full of curiosity.

"It's about the interests of the country, and I ask you to contribute to the country in the capacity of the Appraisal Institute." Fan Xian coughed lightly, and said calmly to the locksmith with the black cloth on his face.

Wang Qinian had explained to the locksmith before, so he didn't panic, but thought of the recent missions from various countries in Beijing, thinking that he had guessed something, so he quickly saluted.

"Be quick and be accurate." Fan Xian took out the key from his belt, he actually knew that it would be difficult to achieve such a level with the craftsmanship of this era, but he still couldn't help but press: "It must be exactly the same. "

The locksmith took it over, took a closer look, frowned and said, "There is no such lock in the world."

"I don't care, I just want you to copy this key. Can or can't?"

"It's difficult, this key is too complicated." Before the locksmith finished speaking, he heard the young man next to him with no mask interjected: "It's okay, I can help you. It's not difficult to make a fake out of a real one."

"Are you also a locksmith?" The locksmith asked in surprise, looking around quietly.

Not like it.

Zhou Ji smiled, sat next to the locksmith, skillfully shook the grinding wheel, and motioned: "Time is tight, let's start."

The grinding wheel rotates, and there is a sound of grinding iron from time to time, and the sputtering sparks hit Zhou Ji from time to time, but Zhou Ji doesn't care. Checking for omissions and making up for vacancies by means of methods, and finally completed the duplication of the key after a while.

The locksmith, sweating profusely, picked up the two keys and handed them to Fan Xian after careful comparison, with a look of surprise and familiarity.

Noticing the look in the locksmith's eyes that wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, Zhou Ji nodded and smiled, turned around and walked to Fan Xian's side, and said with a smile, "How is it?"

Fan Xian flipped through the two, and found that the copied one was exactly the same, even the rust spots left on it were almost the same. He finally relaxed a little, and asked with a slight smile, "What was your occupation before?"

His face was covered with a black cloth, so this smile looked a little weird.

"Small man. A thief." The locksmith was sweating profusely, and after finishing speaking, he gave Zhou Ji a sneaky look.

After the cooperation just now, he can see that this young master is also a member of the outside world.

Fan Xian glanced at Zhou Ji.

A saint thief meets a thief, this locksmith has met his ancestor.

Scanning the remaining tools and molds on the table, Fan Xian walked to the table, hummed, and the domineering Qi rushed out of his body, destroying all the molds in his hands into pieces.

Zhou Ji felt emotional, even if he squeezed out all his internal energy, he would not be able to do so.

Jiujiu Huanyang Gong talks about the circulation of internal breath, and Jiujiu returns to one.

It is a perfect match with lightness kung fu and agility, but its lethality is really pitifully weak.

In this world that has experienced nuclear pollution, everyone's blood originates from after the Ice Age. After such a long inheritance, it is unknown whether there has been a change at the genetic level, and it has become able to absorb nuclear radiation without being affected.

Zhou Ji didn't dare to try, and couldn't try, in case the aborigines cultivated radiant true energy.

What he practiced as an outsider is 'hair loss', 'leukemia', 'skin cancer' and 'permanent internal organ failure', so he has no place to regret it.

Outside the palace wall, Zhou Ji and Fan Xian hid in the shade of a tree and waited.

Fan Xian didn't say who he was waiting for, but he repeatedly assured Zhou Ji that this person could lure Hong Sixiang away so that he would not have to worry.

As a strange figure walked out from the corner, Zhou Ji suddenly realized the existence of the other person. Dongyi robes, black saber, and no breathing or heartbeat along the way. If it weren’t for the steady and balanced footsteps like a pendulum clock, I’m afraid He couldn't find out where the other party was until he got close to him.

"Uncle Wuzhu."

Seeing Wu Zhu approaching, Fan Xian hurriedly greeted him, and introduced to Zhou Ji, "This is one of my elders, Uncle Wu Zhu."

Zhou Ji noticed the black cloth covering Wu Zhu's eyes, and swallowed. Experts often have an indescribable sixth sense of danger. If they didn't know what was hidden under the black cloth in advance, even Zhou Ji would be aware of it. Less than the slightest danger.

No wonder Emperor Qing's generation would die in these eyes, Zhou Ji didn't dare to look any more, and saluted with fists together: "Uncle Wu Zhu."

"Uncle, this is Zhou Ji, a good friend of mine." Fan Xian didn't introduce much, but just told each other their names.

Wu Zhu nodded slightly, and said nothing. It was Fan Xian's limit to persuade him to show up to see Zhou Ji. As for the others, it had nothing to do with him.

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(Please recommend, ask for a reward, ask for a monthly ticket, the third day of testing the waters, and ask for a lot of support from fellow Taoists.)