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

early morning.

After a great event, sleep well and wake up refreshed.

Zhou Yi walked on the street with Lu Shiji fried dough sticks in his mouth and Sister Zhang's soy milk in his other hand.

"Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

Tofu Nao Xishi said hello with a blush on her face. Compared with the man who worked as a liba in the slums, Zhou Yi looked older, but his appearance and temperament were definitely unique.

Little girls love uncles, especially handsome and gentle ones.

Unfortunately, no matchmaker has gone to Qingfeng Xiaozhu to propose marriage.

Because of Zhouyi's reputation in Xingjiaofang, it has nothing to do with the Demon Slayer Division, it's all because of its ability to eat.

There has never been a man who spent three days doing nothing, eating from the east to the west.

Zhou Yi moved a long bench and shared a table with others. The little girl quickly served it like the third child.

Tofu curd, cauliflower, hot sauce.

The man next to me smiled and said, "Tui'er, your tofu tastes delicious."

"Pooh!"

Tofu-nao Xishi put her hands on her hips and raised her head: "If you haven't eaten enough, go find your mother-in-law!"

"Hahaha!"

A series of laughter echoed in the early morning streets.

No one would have imagined that the murderer who beheaded a great scholar would argue with men on the street over whether eating tofu is salty or sweet!

Relying on the strength of the Key Immortal level in their previous lives, the few men who succeeded in teasing obediently accepted the sweet party's orthodoxy.

Zhou Yi spent a pleasant morning, humming a little tune, and came to Monobe, which he had not seen for a long time.

"Old Zhou, you are finally back."

Master Chen appeared and disappeared, with a troubled look on his face: "Old Zhang, since you left, I have been writing ghost and drawing symbols every day, and I have always been scolded by Tongzhi."

"Zhong Tongzhi?"

Zhou Yi's ears almost felt like cocoons some time ago.

Who would have thought that such a fierce and reckless man as Yan Chixiao would become a pout after getting to know you.

Zhong Laogou, Zhong Wugui, the one who gave the clock...

The Demon Slayer Division's Tongzhi Zhong Jiuzhong and his eighteen generations of ancestors were scolded by Yan Chixiao.

"Who else could it be? Zhong Tongzhi was punished by the commander a few days ago. He was very angry and still can't get over it."

Chief Chen said: "Old Zhang is not afraid, but you have to be careful."

Zhou Yi pretended to be confused and said: "Why is Mr. Zhong angry?"

Master Chen looked around, covered his mouth and laughed: "Don't ask around, it's not a good thing anyway."

"Thank you for reminding me, sir."

When Zhou Yi came to the Department of Five Internal Organs, he saw Zhang Cheng at first sight, writing like a dragon or a snake.

"Brother Zhang, are you here so early?"

Zhou Yi walked over, thinking that Zhang Cheng was copying the bibliography, but he didn't expect that he was painting.

On the white rice paper, there is a powerful black-haired man with a scaled horse on his crotch, seven or eight iron spears on his back, and a broad-bladed giant sword in his hand.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are a master of both calligraphy and painting. Brother Zhang will take the scientific examination, and maybe he will become a Jinshi."

"How do you know I didn't win?"

Zhang Cheng put the last two strokes on his eyes, and Yan Chixiao suddenly appeared on the paper, his eyes widened as if he was about to gallop out on horseback.

"I'm getting old. If it were before, I might be able to cultivate some of the true meaning of painting!"

The painters of hundreds of schools of thought, the third grade is called the true meaning of painting, they can make the painting come true, paint the boat into a boat, and paint the clouds to make the rain.

"Give me this painting. Hanging it at the door will ward off evil spirits!"

The Book of Changes is not a joke. Zhang Cheng uses the secret method of painting to integrate the essence and spirit into the painting. The evil spirit of Yan Chixiao slaying demons seems to be real.

Ordinary monsters and monsters would be frightened and run away when they saw this painting.

"What a beautiful idea. You kid will take advantage as soon as you come back."

Zhang Cheng's magic power swept over it, and the painting dried immediately. He carefully rolled it up and put it into his painting bag.

There are already more than a dozen volumes in the painting bag, and the fragrance of ink has not dissipated. They are most likely portraits of Yan Chixia.

"In the evening, I'll treat you to Chunfeng Tower."

"Here comes the boy!"

…

Chunfeng Tower.

Still the same as before.

The prosperity continues unabated, the hustle and bustle continues, and the excitement is too much.

When the madam saw Zhang Cheng, it was like meeting his beloved biological father, and he was ready to offer incense and kneel down to worship him.

Zhang Cheng is not a wealthy businessman who makes a fortune overnight. He is better over time. The previous owner of Chunfeng House was a die-hard customer when he was still alive.

Zhou Yi and a group of colleagues chose a compartment with a good view and raised the altar to drink.

The Department of Materials is difficult to get in and out, and most of them are senior officials with more than ten years of experience.

The oil and water are so rich that there is no need for intrigue, and the relationship between them is good.

The new oiran Qingqing finished her dance and was replaced by an opera troupe, singing Zhang Cheng's favorite "Havoc in the Golden Palace".

The play tells the story of Taizu of Daqian, who was still serving as a general in the Fengyang Kingdom and fought wits and courage with treacherous ministers.

Zhang Cheng couldn't help humming as he listened to the singing, which was not inferior to the famous actor on the stage.

Zhou Yilian drank several jars of wine, all of which were fine old wines, and looked slightly tipsy.

As the drama unfolds on the stage, Taizu kills the demon lurking in the royal family of Fengyang Kingdom, but is wrongly imprisoned.

Taizu wore shackles and paused step by step: "What about ambition to save the temple? What about heroes slaying demons and being in danger? When I look around, I feel confused..."

When I first heard it, I didn’t know what the music meant, but when I listened to it again, I already knew the meaning of the music.

Zhou Yi was preparing to raise his glass and recite a poem at a 45-degree angle, when a figure fell between him and Zhang Cheng.

Except for Li Xun, everyone at the same table was in the realm of martial arts and Qi refining. The drunkenness disappeared immediately due to the movement of Qi, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at the uninvited guests.

"Ahem, if you want to survive, don't look around!"

The visitor threatened: "I am the Immortal of Flowers in Wuzhou. I don't want my whole family to die, so be obedient!"

Wuzhou is one of the ten southern states and is rich in sycamore trees. Legend has it that the fairy beast Phoenix once landed.

The fairy in the flower waved her sleeves, and her face immediately twisted and changed, transforming from a young boy into a feminine young man. She raised a glass to her tablemates in a familiar manner.

Zhang Cheng's interest was interrupted by someone. Just as he was about to let some fairy in the flower turn into a flower and die, someone else entered the cubicle.

Li Hongling and Bai Yutang, one is the head catcher in green and the other is the detective in black.

"Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

Bai Yutang glanced at everyone present and shook his head slightly at Li Hongling.

Li Hongling stepped forward and saluted: "Senior Zhang, excuse me."

Zhang Cheng looked at it for a moment, nodded and said: "Well, you are... Hong Ling, the sixth girl of Mr. Li's family?"

Hua Zhongxian, who was pretending to raise a glass for a drink, looked embarrassed. He finally managed to get rid of the six doors and fell into a group of acquaintances.

The immortal energy in the flower was circulating, and he was about to take the hostages when he suddenly felt abdominal pain like cramping. The energy was flowing randomly in the eight extraordinary meridians, and his meridians were broken and his cultivation was completely useless in an instant.

Bang!

He fell down on the table in a daze.

Zhang Cheng grabbed Hua Zhongxian's head and asked, "What's going on with this guy?"

"Reporting to my predecessors, this is the leader of the four biggest flower pickers in Wuzhou, and he has been running around in Beijing recently."

Li Hongling said: "Fortunately, Brother Bai saw through his traces and saved the innocent woman from being harmed."

"I despise flower pickers the most!"

Zhang Cheng grabbed the flower picker's hair and burned it back and forth on the hot copper wall of the hot pot, releasing an extremely unpleasant burnt smell.

"There are so many girls in Chunfeng Tower who are crying for food, but they choose to harm a good family and are not the sons of a human being!"

Zhou Yi and others couldn't help but shudder when they looked at Hua Zhongxian's miserable state. Lao Zhang was usually joking and joking, but when he got ruthless, he was frightening.

Zhang Cheng threw the fairy out of the flower, and his miserable appearance made the onlookers retreat away.

"Young man surnamed Bai, I think you are a good person. How about becoming my disciple?"

Bai Yutang looked confused, while Li Hongling was full of joy. She took his hand and bowed and saluted: "Meet the master."

"Go away. When I have time, I will teach him how to practice."

Zhang Cheng waved his hand, as if he was not a disciple but a burden.

Zhou Yi looked confused and asked: "Brother Zhang, why don't you accept me as your disciple?"

Zhang Cheng took a deep look at Zhou Yi, looking up and down, left and right.

"Not handsome enough! Back then, Lao Zhang was the most handsome man in Kyoto, but you still couldn't catch my eye!"

Zhou Yi's current appearance is gray and middle-aged, slightly showing vicissitudes of life, so he has always been called Mr.

His true appearance is that he is a banished immortal, comparable to Mr. Reader. Is there anyone in the world who is more handsome than Mr. Reader?

Zhou Yi looked unhappy and shouted to the troupe on the stage.

"Keep playing music! Keep dancing!"