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

Painting by Zhang Cheng.

Zhouyi practice calligraphy.

Only Chen Ying was scratching his head, losing his usual composure.

While copying the Taoist scriptures, I would approach Zhou Yi from time to time, wanting to ask but not knowing where to start.

Zhouyi's calligraphy has changed a lot compared to before. Zhang Ti is only a shadow, and each stroke is like a sword.

Yin Shen visualized the picture of Ten Thousand Swords returning to the clan, and all his insights were integrated into the handwriting through pen and ink.

Some people copy the calligraphy of the Book of Changes and can subtly sharpen the Yinshen. Those with extraordinary talents can also understand some sword moves.

Nowadays, Zhou Yi has no shortage of money from selling calligraphy. It has become a habit to practice calligraphy and practice at the same time.

Calligraphy can calm the mind and purify the mind. Combining it with visualization can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Zhang Cheng also has this intention in his paintings.

Approaching the lower value.

Chen Ying finally couldn't help but asked: "Brother Zhou, what you did last night... was a little different from usual."

"Oh, what do I look like on a daily basis?"

With a smile on his face, Zhou Yi recorded another volume of Taoist scriptures and received a hundred taels of silver.

This kind of money does not involve cause and effect or human relationships, and is the most comfortable to use. It is a gift received by the condensed Yin God, and Zhouyi remembers and saves everything.

"On weekdays, you seem humble and gentle, but you feel far away."

Chen Ying thought for a while, opened the picture of the Immortal Riding a Bull and said, "It seems like he doesn't care about anything, just like the Immortal in this painting makes people feel ethereal."

Zhou Yi put down his pen with great interest: "What about last night?"

Chen Ying said: "The moment I flipped the table last night, I was so generous. I suddenly fell from the sky to the earth, and I resembled Brother Zhang."

"Bah! You kid is looking for a beating."

Zhang Cheng spat: "This is called harmony with light and dust, and being at peace with the times. I originally planned to ask for an opportunity to give old Zhou some advice, but Luo Jing was too irritating and not a good thing. Who would have thought that he would realize it on his own."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "I didn't think so much, it was just a coincidence. Du Si is my good friend, and Wang Shilang was in trouble with me, so I just happened to help him vent his anger."

While Du Si was visiting tea gardens in Longchuan, he sent two letters to Zhou Yi.

In the letter, he wrote that he was living a good life. Longchuan was quiet and leisurely, without the noise and impetuousness of Luo Jing. He could read with peace of mind and understand the wisdom of the sages.

The tea garden is close to Longchuan Academy, one of the four university palaces. It has the convenience of taking care of spiritual tea, and has made friends with many great scholars and students.

He also asked Zhouyi if he needed spiritual tea. The palace tributes needed to be of high quality. In fact, the effectiveness of medium and low-grade spiritual tea was not much different.

Du Si is just an ordinary family with thousands of acres of land. He has access to books and martial arts. Lingcha is too far away from him. Now he drinks it from morning to night in Longchuan.

Zhang Cheng snorted: "Old Zhang can't see through you more and more. As you get older, Hou Lang will die in Chunfeng Tower."

Chen Ying's face was tangled, as if he understood, but didn't comprehend anything.

Are all the experts talking so arrogantly?

Zhou Yi smiled slightly. He didn't have Zhang Cheng's state of mind, and he didn't pursue it deliberately.

Everyone will always be on guard against ascetic monks who have no desires and will give up even their desires in order to practice, which makes people feel uneasy. Someone like Zhang Cheng, who is the master of Chunfeng Tower, makes people reassuring and willing to make friends with him.

There are too many secrets in Zhouyi, and because he has been copying scriptures for several years, he is so dazzling that he attracts countless pairs of eyes from Luo Jing.

He is not afraid of any trouble, but he is unwilling to get into trouble.

Smashing the Qunfang Pavilion, you can accomplish many things with one fell swoop.

There will also be much fewer young women around Zhou Yi's house, and they haven't opened the door in almost a month.

"I don't understand...Brother Zhou, will you go to Chunfeng Tower at night?"

Chen Ying didn't have to deliberately learn it. Under Zhang Cheng's leadership, he quickly degenerated into a libertine in people's eyes.

It is said that Chen's father and Chen's mother came to discuss with Mr. Chen. They agreed that the position would be free and would be guided by an expert. How could an uncle cheat his nephew like this?

"Someone will come to the door tonight. Tomorrow..."

Zhou Yi's voice changed: "Go, why not go."

…

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Chen Liang was waiting at the door. His white soap clothes had been replaced by blue-gray.

Cui Fuyin heard that Zhou Yi was concerned about Chen Liang's past and encouraged him to make progress. There happened to be a vacancy in the number of officials in the capital.

In one day, he was transferred from a white servant to a regular servant, and within a few days he would be able to receive his full salary.

Chen Liang waited outside the courtyard gate from the afternoon until the sun set and the moon reached its peak.

Respectfully and without any impatience.

Zhou Yi left Chunfeng Tower and Teng Yun returned home. When he saw the figure outside the door, he shook his head slightly.

When the clouds fall, the courtyard door opens automatically.

"come in."

Chen Liang's face lit up when he heard the voice. His legs that had been stiff for a long time went numb and he almost fell to the ground.

Entering the yard, the first thing you see is the lush peach trees and the burly ox lying under the trees.

"Mr. Zhou, Master Cui ordered me to bring you the beast tag."

There are two beast tags, palm-sized tokens, with restrictions on collecting aura engraved on them.

One is worn on the spirit beast, and the other is placed in the capital office.

Mao Jiu jumped down from the peach tree and said happily: "Give it to me quickly."

When Chen Liang heard the cat talking, his hand trembled and the animal sign fell to the ground, and he picked it up in a panic.

"Mr. Zhou, is this a cat...demon?"

"Hmph! Coward!"

When Mao Jiu saw someone who was more timid than him, he immediately beamed and pressed his paw on the beast tag.

The two beast tags left behind the aura of Cat Nine. If they were accidentally captured by the Demon Slayer Division, they could be compared and identified by the people from the Jing Yamen.

Mao Jiu held the beast tag in his mouth: "Immortal, put it on me quickly."

Zhou Yi took out a hemp rope, passed it through the animal sign, and wrapped it around Mao Jiu's neck.

"Chief Immortal... No, you are my master now."

Mao Jiuyi jumped on Zhou Yi's shoulder and said with a lively voice: "My mother has said that she recognizes the master. The master will teach me Taoism, feed me spiritual elixirs, give me magic weapons, and protect me in my practice..."

"Then I'd better return the beast tag..."

Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, Mao Jiu jumped up to the fairy peach tree and swallowed the beast card directly into his belly to preserve it.

The cat is still there when the card is there, the cat is still there when the card is missing...!

Chen Liang was stunned. Everything that happened in front of him broke his cognition. The shining peach tree, the talking cat demon, she could fly...

Zhou Yi waved to see the guest off: "If you have nothing else to do, you can go back."

"Yes. The younger one has been assigned to Deshengfang. From now on, sir, I will give you direct instructions if you have anything to do."

Chen Liang understood that going too far is not enough, he bowed and left, closing the courtyard door.

Zhou Yi tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, his thoughts flying.

suddenly.

A crystal snowflake fell on the fingertips.

After a while, snowflakes began to fall, and the ground in the yard quickly turned white.

On the winter night of the 54th year of Jingtai, it snowed heavily in Luojing.

Early the next morning.

Zhou Yi opened the courtyard door and saw the snow in the alley, which had been swept away.

When I got to the street, I saw the guard directing the handymen to shovel the snow.

With many noble people living in Deshengfang, the public security has become stable, but there are a few more layers of exploitation.

The nobles must practice purity and practice, and the common people must not make noises or go out to open stalls early in the morning.

The nobles must be clean and tidy, and the fees for hiring handymen are only collected from the common people.

The people who were originally happy that the nobles came and house prices rose, tried their best to sell their houses and move to other slums.

Zhou Yi was about to walk to the Demon Slayer Division when he saw a woman in palace attire from a distance, with a maid holding a bamboo basket, walking slowly towards this side.

He shook his head helplessly and sighed, riding on the clouds and disappearing into the sky.

"Perhaps we should find another place to live, Xianfan, Xianfan..."

Qingfeng Xiaozhu was the first house that Zhou Yi earned through his hard-earned money from writing books and selling medicine. He felt a little unbearable.