Demon-quelling Department, another name for the Demon-quelling Division

  Several golden armor commanders put the precious clothes in their hands on the bed in the house and quickly boiled water to tidy up the room.

  Having done everything, he cupped his hands and said: "Lord Shen, is there anything else you'd like to instruct?"

  General-in-Chief is not in Qingzhou, Demon-Quelling General guards twelve counties.

  In the yamen, this temporarily still not departed personal attendant of his can be said to have an extremely high status, with one call responding to a hundred, and even if placed outside, would be equivalent to the elder of a first-rate aristocratic family.

  "It's all right."

  Shen Yi waved her hand and watched as several people left, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

  She reached out and took the golden inlaid wolf-patterned hair crown, subconsciously wanting to pinch it with her fingertips.

  Suddenly reacting, with the current strength, let alone real gold, even refined iron can be crushed.

  He put down his hair crown and picked up the thin shirt, gently stroking the yin-yang fish pattern on it for a long time before putting it aside.

  "This is also rising too quickly."

  Shen Yi lay on the bed, with her arms under her head, feeling the rare and comfortable softness.

  If it were true that he was promoted based on his actual abilities, then so be it. However, in his heart, he knew more clearly than anyone else how much of the achievement of slaying the Condensed Dan Jiaolong was actually fake.

  The real reason why Nan Bu Cheng's predecessor wandered in Baiyun County was actually the illegitimate child of a certain demon-suppressing general, wandering outside.

  Always thought of being guilt-free, but at this moment, I inexplicably feel a little unsteady.

  "Despicable!"

  Shen Yi pouted, as if it wasn't reassuring unless she was targeted.

  On the way back, he also learned a lot about Zhenmo Si and Wudao Jingjie from Hong Yue's mouth, such as this close attendant Pian Jiang, each Zhenmo Da Jiang has only four or five people by his side, some don't even have one.

  Among them are old generals who have followed each other for one or two hundred years, all of whom emerged from countless marshals through meritorious service, and the jade liquid is just a threshold.

  Among the twelve generals, Old Man Chen was the one closest to his deadline.

  Fortunately, the yin spirit nurtured by the inner elixir has grown somewhat, adding a bit of vitality to this flickering candle in the wind.

  If he really had such a talent, in two months from an ordinary person to a perfect elixir, and also having an external elixir containing the cultivation of Jiaolongjun by his side... until the day when the other party can't hold the mixed iron halberd, the position of Town Demon General is almost impossible to fall into someone else's hands.

  Governance of a province with millions of people was something that Shen Yi could hardly imagine when he was in Baiyun County.

  Unfortunately, this "heavenly talent" requires a large amount of demonic lifespan to accumulate.

  “……”

  As soon as he thought of Youmo Shouyuan, Shen Yi's calm face showed a faint glimmer in his eyes.

  It is now a jade liquid perfect cultivation, wanting to continue to improve, it needs a real condensing elixir method.

  Although I can understand the Town Demon's pursuit of peace and stability, when it comes to myself, I still have some regrets about their rigidity and stubbornness, always using "years" as a unit.

  Shen Yi could wait, but she didn't want to just sit and wait.

  Apart from the Demon Vanquishing Department, there are also things outside that aren't impossible. With the status of a personal attendant and deputy general, many things have room for maneuver.

  If it can be obtained in advance, it would be even better.

  Before doing those things, you still need to have enough strength as a foundation. Otherwise, when the time comes, grabbing the tail and surrounding people will only lead to being beaten, which is embarrassing.

  "Cough." Imagining such a scene, Shen Yi couldn't help but curl her lip in disgust.

  There are still many directions for improvement at present.

  Ever since meeting the young Jiao of Shuiyun Village, the previous Tempering Body Technique was clearly no longer sufficient. Fortunately, the upcoming Bodhi Golden Vajra Body would allow his physique to be enhanced once again.

  Besides this.

  Shen Yi sank into introspection, gazing at the heavenly demon's outer dan that was being suppressed by the Melting Sun Treasure Furnace.

  The power of the demon is barely halfway there.

  If it can be filled to the brim, it is equivalent to having twice the cultivation of Jiaolongjun. At that time, under the Danjing boundary, as long as you don't involve yin and yang gods and mixed yuan techniques, wouldn't it be easy to walk horizontally?

  Unfortunately, the Daybreak Furnace has reached its limit. To suppress even stronger demonic powers, it may be necessary to rely on more acupuncture points.

  If I'm not mistaken, when I was practicing the Wind and Thunder Melting Day Treasure Manual that day, it took more than 200 years to open up only four apertures. Two hundred and seventy-five apertures have been opened so far, but there's still a long way to go before all of them are fully opened.

  "No rush, take your time."

  Shen Yi lazily got out of bed and poured himself a glass of cold boiled water.

  Such a huge life expectancy gap cannot be filled in a short time, at least there is still a direction now, which is better than wandering around like a headless fly in Baiyun County at the beginning.

  "Does Lord Shen usually quench his thirst with plain water?"

  A teasing voice came from inside the courtyard, Shen Yi glanced sideways and saw a handsome young man in white clothes carrying two jars of wine, with a smile on his lips: "Bai Ziming, working at the medical workshop."

  This name seems to have been heard from Hong Yue's mouth, and is listed alongside Fang Henglin and Bai Wei, at the very end.

  Shen Yi glanced at Fang Heng behind the other person, took a sip of warm water and said lightly: "The tea is too bitter, I'm not used to drinking anything else."

  The last life was miserable enough, where is there leisure and elegance to taste the aftertaste of bitterness.

  "I have exclusive Bu Cha there, nourishing yin and yang, benefiting qi and strengthening the kidneys, with a rich and sweet flavor. Next time, bring two packs over to Lord Shen."

  Bai Ziming walked into the house with a familiar air, placing the wine jug on the table and taking the rice box from Fang Heng's hanging hand. He quietly sized up Shen Yi before speaking: "My younger brother has a hasty temperament and offended you earlier. I've brought him over to apologize."

  Upon hearing this, Shen Yi looked towards that tall and sturdy fellow.

  "Fang Heng said bluntly, 'It's not that he doesn't believe there are stronger martial artists among the younger generation than him. He just can't accept it in his heart and has come to find your weakness, preparing to ambush you next time they cross swords.'"

  Bai Zi's eyes twitched slightly at the corner, and his smile seemed a bit stiff.

  "Don't listen to his nonsense. Lord Shen's cultivation is extremely high, and I, Bai, am inferior to him. As just a humble doctor, how dare I discuss anything about sparring?"

  Shen Yi looked at Fang Heng again.

  "Isn't that right, Jiang Shizi was pregnant with Dan Yuan at the time, and last time he came back, he shot a new poisonous needle from behind, causing Shizi to fall to the ground with one sword and lie there for two months."

  "You chat." Bai Ziming's face was expressionless, he put down his lunchbox and turned around to leave: "I still have something to do."

  When Master comes back, I will definitely report this and expel this hypocrite from our school!

  "White Master."

  Fang Heng stopped him, his two arms hanging down, slightly apologetic: "Can you help me pour some wine?"

  "I suddenly don't feel hungry or thirsty anymore." Bai Ziming said coldly, and yet he took out three small wine cups from the food box and filled them with fine liquor.

  He pushed the cups towards the two men and then picked up his own wine cup.

  "Senior brother, help me close the door again." Fang Heng took a deep breath.

  Bai Zi's hand holding the wine cup trembled slightly, his expression gloomy as he looked over: "Surnamed Fang, Bai doesn't bully the disabled. Once you're healed, wait for me."

  Having said that, he swung his sleeves and turned around to leave, slamming the wooden door shut with a bang.

  “……”

  Looking at this pair of lively treasures, Shen Yi fell silent for a moment before asking: "What's going on?"

  Fang Heng gritted his teeth and with a nearly insensible palm, tremblingly took the wine cup, made an effort to lift it up, then drank it all in one gulp.

  He didn't know how long he had been hesitating, but finally summoned up the courage to say: "I want to ask you... not to go to Linjiang County, at least not for the next few months."

  Not loud words.

  But the two people outside the hospital gate slowed down their pace.

  A middle-aged man with extremely broad shoulders looked inward, his face suddenly cold, and the two white slender legs on his shoulder also stopped swinging.

  Bai Ziming stood in front of the door, having just heard the conversation inside, and before he could react, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance, and his forehead suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

  This stupid junior brother, without a word, actually brought himself over to cheat?!