Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Do you still remember the little crew-cut guy who climbed into Xue Tong’s house to start a live broadcast?

He entered via the balcony.

Because he was so skillful and efficient in prying open the anti-theft window, he was recorded by a netizen and jokingly captioned:

[Master, what do you do? 】

The video brought up the hot topics of "objects falling from high altitude in Qinghe" and "resurrection of light snow before the end of life", and it was no surprise that it went viral at noon that day.

In the evening, a prominent figure in the police reposted this video, saying that this person was a professional thief and thanked netizens for their help in solving the case.

The video was posted in the morning and the person was arrested at night.

Xue Tong's landlord aunt usually likes to watch short videos. This time when she came to her house, she ran to take a look and found that the security window had been pried out and there was something wrong with it. It couldn't be repaired and had to be replaced with a new one.

The aunt was very angry and demanded that Xiao Pingtou be held accountable because he was suspected of burglary and caused property damage to the landlord.

The little flat head wanted to cry but had no tears.

I was originally worried that the live broadcast would not be popular and I would not be able to make money to eat.

Now he doesn't have to worry about this problem, he can have a big bowl of prison food inside.

……

The grass was luxuriant, and two slender figures walked one after another by the river.

If Du Manzhi were here, he would recognize her at first sight. The one behind her is Granny Bai.

The mother-in-law in front of her looks about the same age. She has long hair and a childish face. She holds her hair in a dignified high bun with a black wooden hairpin. Her eyes seem to see all the vicissitudes of life.

"Everyone is spreading rumors these days that a psychic sword has broken into the underworld to avenge the people in the underworld."

Granny Bai's smile did not change: "I have also heard about this. If I have the chance, I really want to see what kind of treasure it is."

"You don't have to wait for the opportunity, it's your Qing Palace's stuff, but there's something I just can't figure out..."

Granny Bai: "Sister, please speak."

The old woman in front turned around and looked at her with sharp eyes.

"The Futing Sword of the Qing Palace has been lost for many years. Even Yan Jun can't find a trace of it. You, a serious descendant of the Qing Palace, have never even seen it... Tell me, who is controlling it?"

Grandma Bai spread her hands and said she didn't know.

The person in front looked at her intently for a while, then moved his eyes away with some regret, looking at the souls walking numbly on the bridge.

"Since you don't know, I won't ask any more questions. This is my reward for bothering you to guard the bridge for me these days."

The old woman walked away proudly.

There are three big characters "Naihe Bridge" written there!

Granny Bai watched Granny Meng leave, pinched the package, and the smile on her face not only did not fade, but also grew a bit thicker.

It's like the pride of having a daughter in my family who has grown up.

How could she not feel who was controlling Fu Tingjian?

That was the child she watched grow up little by little.

……

On the other side, Du Manzhi walked out of the gate of Qing Palace.

Fairy Ningyu personally sent her off, asked her where she wanted to go, and cast a spell to send her near the palace in Kyoto.

It was still dark when she left, but the sun was just right when she came back.

Du Manzhi walked out of the dead end and stepped onto the bluestone street. The shouts of the vendors instantly brought her back to the world of mortals.

My stomach growled at the right time.

It's a feeling of being truly alive.

It was funny in her heart. Before, in Qing Palace, every pore was consciously and actively absorbing spiritual energy, and she would not be hungry or tired even if she didn't eat or drink.

After calculation, she only drank half a cup of tea from the Purification Department during this trip.

Not long after drinking the tea, a big change occurred in the Purification Department:

Jingpo relies on her cultivation and position to bully her subordinates for a long time. It's not that everyone is unpopular, they just hold back.

Once the incident comes to light, the wall will fall and everyone will push back.

Jingpo Jihen, the deputy director, greeted Du Manzhi with a smile, and ordered the deputy director to take care of the boiler room, which was the dirtiest, most tiring, and least profitable, and euphemistically called it: grinding.

The nvqing empress sentenced her to swap with the deputy in charge.

From now on, the deputy director will take over all duties of Jingpo.

As for Jingpo, let’s go to the boiler room and hone it first.

When Fairy Ningyu went to announce this matter, Jingpo's expression was particularly wonderful, and her beloved little apprentice was crying loudly beside her.

Du Manzhi still found it interesting when he thought about it.

Isn’t it said that a harsh environment like a boiler room can best temper one’s character?

Why wasn't she unwilling when it was her turn?

It can be seen that Jingpo is not really aloof from the world, he is just pretending to be confused because he understands.

The stall owner on the roadside saw her unusually dressed, with her right hand resting on her abdomen, and asked her:

"Girl, are you hungry? Would you like to try one of the newly baked buns? If they don't taste good, there's no charge!"

Du Manzhi asked him to wrap three fennel and pork dishes.

She once passed by a fennel planting base and still remembered the strange aroma. It is said that the fennel buns were praised by the Empress Dowager during the Wanli period, and she came to try them today.

Suddenly, she noticed a cyan figure from behind.

Such exquisite embroidery skills are unforgettable. There is probably no other person in Kyoto who is willing to use jasper silk to embroider bamboo.

Green bamboo grows!

The first time we met was at Duke Chengen’s Mansion.

The second time, this man used incense on her, tried to kidnap her, and used her to lead Shen Feng to fight.

Du Manzhi later sent someone to squat in Qing Zhusheng's den.

This man never went back.

Perhaps it was because he finally had a fight with the "Yuanyang Dao" he had longed for, and was beaten to death. Qing Zhusheng never showed up again.

Where is he going?

Being sneaky, there must be something wrong.

Du Manzhi finished the last bun in several bites and followed him quietly using the invisibility spell.

The further you go, the fewer people are on the road.

She gradually realized that this was the way to the palace.

Could it be that Qing Zhusheng's one beating wasn't enough and he wanted to sneak into the palace to cause trouble for Wei Chenfeng this time?

But he was carrying such a big backpack, as if he was going camping...

Du Manzhi followed to the wall and saw Qing Zhusheng avoiding the patrolling people, jumping up lightly, followed by rooftop parkour, disappearing from her sight.

If she wanted to find the person again, she would need to use the detective paper figures she placed at various intersections in the palace.

The sun was shining, and there were unusual reflections.

Du Manzhi used his spiritual energy to lift himself up.

Along the route that Qing Zhusheng walked, she picked up a ruby ​​inlaid...

Silver drumstick?

"You said Qing Zhusheng sneaked into the palace with his luggage and dropped this thing?"

Wei Chenfeng hadn't seen her for many days. When they met, she dropped such incredible news before even saying a few words.

He turned it over and over and called three people to take turns checking the drumstick.

get conclusion:

Solid, sterling silver.

There is no poison on the surface and nothing hidden inside.

The rubies set on the drumsticks were large and expensive.

If Du Manzhi evaluates it, it has the beauty of a house that has finally been demolished.

There is so much money that there is nowhere to spend it.

However, that night, she went to the residence of the third princess Zhan Yunjia with food and drink as usual.

On Zhan Yunjia's table, she found a red waist drum.

Inlaid with gold and silver, it was gaudy and it was obviously made by the same craftsman as the silver drumstick.