As the lowest level of the outer qi training disciple of the Chu Qin Sect, Yang Han was completely unconscious of any crisis. After finishing his morning class, he collected his skills, used a cleaning talisman to take care of his whole body, and then he was tidying up his robe. He was satisfied with his appearance, so he slowly left the quiet room and walked towards the top of the mountain.

When we arrived at the place, we saw many figures of our fellow disciples, either in groups of three or five, or alone, vaguely lined up in a loose line outside the gate of the West Parting Hall.

He stood still and looked around for a while, then he stumbled into a small circle of three with a smile.

"morning."

"It's early."

The four of them were all "members" outside the sea. The islands they lived in before the outbreak of the magic disaster were not far apart. After entering the Chu Qin Sect, they naturally acted together. Yang Han was the youngest and needed these three to take care of him.

"Today is still..." Yang Han gave a questioning wink.

"Yes." The three of them nodded at the same time. The oldest one looked around and said, "I just don't know where to go."

The words must be confused when others are heard, and the four of them understand it themselves. Because the Chu Qin League has been very uneasy recently, many patrol and law enforcement tasks have been dispatched. The four of them are new faces, and they are not related to locals and various forces. The law enforcement is much more convenient. The offshore cultivators were admitted after layers of verification by Qi Xiu Gu Tan and others. The four of them have no choice but to do things. Therefore, several general deacons assigned to the Chu Qin Sect like to hand over the patrol tasks to them. This is a prestigious one, two is a high level of merit, and thirdly, they can quickly get familiar with local forces through patrols. The four of them have low profile when they get a cheaper one, and they rarely show their words to prevent jealous fellow disciples from gossiping. Of course, the errands distributed in the West Pian Temple are temporary and cannot be compared with those who receive long-term duty.

There are also differences in this law enforcement task. For example, the patrol missions along the coast of the Death Swamp in the west and the northern part are recognized as dirty and tiring work. Not to mention that they need to fly non-stop, the dead aura spreading out of the Death Swamp is also harmful to low-level monks. Moreover, those who dare to cross the Death Swamp from the Chu-Qin border are all thorny ideas, and conflicts are even more dangerous.

"Hehe, of course it's better in the market." Another man smiled poorly: "Buy two big dan fruits produced in Zhongluo Garden in Qijia Mountain, leaning against the door of Shenjia tea shop while gnawing, while listening to Lao Li's words about the blood-cutting knife, Bashi!"

"You're just that little bit of ambition!"

The older one said, "You are not focusing on your practice yet! I think you have enough merit points. In a few days, the ancestor Duoluo will open a speech. Wouldn't you go and listen to it?"

"I can understand, I..." The man was dissatisfied and murmured: "I don't learn to refine alchemy. If the ancestor Ming opened the altar, I would definitely change the merit points to listen." He hit Yang Han with his shoulder and smiled wickedly: "Yang Han, do you think so?"

"Well……"

Yang Han's face suddenly turned red. Since he saw the immortal face of the ancestor Ming in the outer sea, he had awakened something in his heart, as if he had lost his soul, and he was still obsessed with it. Last time he learned that the ancestor Ming and ancestor Gu had married, he secretly dropped a few drops of men's tears. The merits and things were ready, and he just waited for the ancestor Ming to open the altar and found out the date, next month's thirteenth.

The older man saw that he was so obsessed with his dreams that he was even more angry and poked Yang Han's forehead with his finger, "How many lives do you have to miss that!? So many fellow students of Qi training have no one to like?"

"Among our qi training disciples, Qin Zhonglin, who is the most beautiful in the Qin family, I think her age is also suitable for Yang Han..." The poor man gave another idea.

"Bad idea, bad idea!"

The older man poked him with his finger, and a few red dots popped out of his forehead. He lowered his voice and cursed: "Let's not mention his identity and background, she is already a foundation-building senior, do you know? He dares to play with poverty by chance, beware of disasters coming from his mouth, harming others and oneself!"

The remaining one who was not very talkative at this time sighed lazily, "Oh, if it weren't for the demon disaster of Lao Shizi, our family's power would not have been so cautious and ashamed of himself." This direct child of the Jindan ancestor before the demon disaster, and his tone was very loud.

"Even if you are still here, you can't compare with our Chu Qin!" The poor man was born in a very poor manner, and he was unhappy when he heard this. "In the battle of Guangbai Tower City, two god-transforming ancestors and more than 20,000 cultivators, can your family line up before?"

When he recalled the grand and bloody scenes of the Battle of Baita City in his mind, Yang Han, who had participated in it personally, shivered. The other three were probably the same. He disappeared in an instant and fell silent at the same time.

At this time, the queues were getting longer and longer at the gate of the West Pian Hall, and most of them were old Qi training students. Chu Qin followed Qi Yun's old rules and could choose to move out of the mountain gate after he was thirty. Those who had completely hopeless avenues naturally came later than those who lived in the mountain gate. Generally speaking, it was harder to get back to the back, but many of them were addicted to ordinary people and enjoyed the meritorious points for many years.

When the time comes, the door will be opened on time. The deacon named Mao is on duty today, who is distributing tokens one by one, and keeps muttering.

"Houshanyuanzi, take care of it for ten days, and go to Shanmen Kan Fengxing to report before noon."

It was Yang Han's turn to take care of Lingcao Garden for ten days, "Look at the garden, look at the garden, I will be with flowers and plants in my life!" He left with a cursing hand.

"Siguofang Market, on the fifteenth day of law enforcement inspection, go to Siguofang Shenfengxing to report before noon."

Deacon Mao threw a token of shame, and waved his hand to let Yang Han leave, "Next!"

It was still early at noon. Yang Han came out and waited outside for a while. The other three people also got it done. "It's so unlucky. I've arranged a place around Kongqu Mountain!" The poor man looked bitter and knew Yang Han's on duty, and was envious again.

Since the disaster on Qishan Island in Kongqushan, the Qi family not only suffered great damage to their vitality, but also completely offended the Gan family in Lishan who had been in contact for many years. The upper class of the Gan family was busy relocating some monks and mortals to the offshore. The children below lost control. Those who were fond of trouble would go to Kongqushan every few days to find trouble for the Qi family. The friction between the two vassals of Chu and Qin was not very difficult to deal with.

"Okay, okay, let's go with your job! Our Chu Qin family is quite popular, and the superiors are not very selfish. If you do it well, you will definitely be rewarded!" the older one urged.

"Hmph, we don't know what is private, how can we avoid this kind of thing?" The man from a good background said.

The four of them parted ways. Yang Han went down the mountain all the way, inspected the token at the foot of the mountain, and left the mountain gate and was in the Siguofang.

I went to a low-key building in the middle of the market and saw Shen Fengxing, Siguofang. "Uncle Shen." I respectfully presented the token with both hands and gave it to the other party to verify it.

"Um."

Chen Fengxing glanced at him and saw that he was wearing the right identity, so he took out a storage bag from his arms and threw it back with the token, "You are right."

Yang Han took out the things in the storage bag one by one and started to check them in front of Chen Fengxing. They were all business rules and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. A good first-level flying sword was more than the one distributed in the door, but it looked much more beautiful; a formation banner, several array tools, several warning fireworks, various talismans and elixirs, etc. After checking them quickly, "I'm right, I'm right." He took the things back to the bag and held the flying sword in his hand.

"Go to find Deacon Ke, and go to East Street."

"yes."

Say goodbye to Chen Fengxing, he walked quickly to East Street and met Deacon Ke at the intersection. Three people were following him. "It's Yang Han." Deacon Ke is the key person who can be assigned here. He naturally has a good impression of him. After checking the token again, he said kindly: "Old Min takes 15 days off, and you will follow me to patrol the streets these days."

"yes."

Yang Han greeted the other three classmates with a wink, stood in the queue, raised his head and raised his chest, and followed Deacon Ke and patrolled the streets.

The Chu Qinmen has not been stable recently, but the market is still lively. Five people are responsible for East Street and nearby neighborhoods, and they are going back and forth. It is very relaxing when it is okay, but in such a huge land, people are coming and going, and it is impossible for nothing to happen.

Soon, a fight came from a small shop. Yang Han followed Deacon Ke and rushed over. He saw two Qi-trained cultivators holding flying swords and had already handed over them.

"So brave!"

Deacon Ke built a foundation and calmed down the two of them with a loud shout, "Do you know the rules when you take action in the Symbol??" As he spoke, he waved his right forearm and gave him a secret code of "up".

Yang Han was familiar with it, and he went up as soon as he said that, and rushed up with three fellow disciples, raised his flying sword in his hand and hugged his head and face to greet the two of them. Of course, they had to master the right measure, and only used the sword spine to slap them flat, and watched the excitement with a snap, but only hurt the flesh and not the root cause.

The two of them were also tough, and they were so furious that they were still glaring at each other. One of them shouted: "The surname is Zhao! We don't say much, we went out to do something, what is the fate of life and death?"

"Okay!" The other person was happy, and immediately agreed, turned his head and said to Deacon Ke, "Senior, give me some convenience. Let's go out to solve our affairs."

"Dede." Deadman Ke didn't know how much the two of them had, and he didn't care. He recalled Yang Han and others, "Okay, it's convenient for everyone." He asked for a pen from the store, waved his hand and wrote a life and death case, and signed his own name to become a middle-aged man. The two of them also left their own names, so Deadman Ke led him to the outside of the market.

There was a large group of people watching the fun at the door. Seeing that there was a good show, I followed the door all the way to the door, and more and more people followed. Yang Han and others had to protect the two of them in the middle to avoid being hit by others.

There was a large flat land not far outside the market, which was used in this way. Deacon Ke first stood in the middle, Yang Han and others led the two to one side to stand, and then drove away the onlookers. Everyone knew what to do. After a while, they just surrounded the circle along the edge of the flat ground, talking all over. The person named Zhao was a man, and he had any grudges with the other party. At this time, those who were used to signing and betting were squeezed around in the crowd, and they were very happy to pay for gambling.

Yang Han maintained order and was sweating profusely, and the two had already handed over. For Yang Han, who had experienced a war between humans and demons in the sea, the two were not strong enough. The ping-bell, pong, flying sword talisman was smashed around, and in just one stick of incense, the casual cultivator named Zhao saw the flaws, shook his hand and shot out the flying nail magic weapon to penetrate the opponent's defense. The flying nail passed through his chest. The man fell to the sky, and blood in his throat surged for several breaths. When his body struggled, he stopped moving again and died.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and there were some people who were applauding, and there were some people who lamented. It was probably to sign the spirit stones for betting, and it was not related to the dead people on the ground.

The casual cultivator surnamed Zhao paid a lot of money for this attack, and resisted the opponent's killing moves. His entire chest was slashed by a flying sword, pulling a ruler's length hole.

"spit!"

Spitting blood into the ground, the cultivator named Zhao staggered to the other party's corpse, bent down and picked up the flying sword storage bag and other objects, and then stroking along the body of the corpse, refusing to let go of anything. The blood in his chest was like a spring, and the blood on the other party's corpse was spilled during the search, and he couldn't tell who was who was.

Deacon Ke didn't stop him. After finishing packing, the casual cultivator named Zhao stood up and fumbled from the storage bag he had just arrived. He took out a third-level spirit stone, clasped his fists and arched his hands around.

"good!"

I don’t know who took the lead and shouted, and everyone also applauded.

"Pu" and there was a delicate female cultivator from an unknown family on the outside who fainted on the ground when he saw the blood. A large group of people next to him went to help and rescue him, and took advantage of him.

"I'm... cough cough... I'm suffering a little injury..." The casual cultivator surnamed Zhao stood tremblingly, saying a few words to cough up blood.

"Okay! He's a man!" Someone applauded again.

"Please... cough cough... healing... healing pills, thank you!" The casual cultivator surnamed Zhao continued.

"Fuck, you two don't even bring healing pills for life and death. It's really reckless." Yang Han complained silently.

"I'm giving it to you." Some rich second-generation in the crowd shook his hand and popped up a good pill and flew to the hand of a casual cultivator named Zhao.

"Thank you...hehe...thank you!"

The casual cultivator named Zhao threw the spirit stone in his hand, "I...ah...I'm not used to owe others...hate...things."

The crowd applauded again.

"I beg you to take medicine quickly. If you don't take it, you will die." Yang Han complained again.

The casual cultivator named Zhao finally threw the pill into his mouth, pressed the wound on his chest, and then staggered towards the market.

Deacon Ke gave Yang Han and another fellow disciple a wink, and took the two of them to protect the Zhao scattered cultivators.

"Okay, this unlucky job is back to us." The fellow disciple who was left behind spat, went with Yang Han to lift the body that fell to the ground, and shouted around: "Does anyone know this person??"

The crowd had already rushed in with the casual cultivator surnamed Zhao, and only seven or eight old ones were left to come forward and stared at the face of the deceased.

"It seems to be from the south."

"Well, who's your last name?"

Yang Han remembered the name on the life and death statement and reported it.

"Oh, it's from the south, from the Thick Desert."

"Yes, I just heard someone say it outside."

"Who said it? Do you know it?" Yang Han asked hurriedly.

Someone reported the name, and Yang Han also knew that he was making a living in the ghost market in Siguofang. This was convenient. He asked someone to find him and then carried the dead body to the entrance of the market with his fellow disciples. He happened to meet the coffin that Deacon Ke arranged for someone to send.

The body was thrown into a thin-skinned coffin and nailed it on all sides. The two carried it to the mass grave at the foot of the mountain to dig a hole and buried it. At this time, the person who went to find it came and asked where the deceased came from. Yang Han cut a tombstone with a flying sword nearby, engraved his hometown and found it in front of the new grave. He took out the scattered spirit stones on his body and asked someone to write to the deceased's hometown to inform him. As for whether he could deliver it, he could not care about how the deceased's relatives would deal with it.

After the two finished this matter, they just returned to the market and saw Deacon Ke wave to him at the door of another shop.

He rushed over and vaguely heard Deacon Ke muttering in a low voice: "It's bitter!" Knowing that it was a tricky thing, he gritted his teeth and entered the shop. When he saw two groups of people fighting with gloomy faces, the seats around him were all broken. Deacon Ke rushed to the middle to separate them and asked, "What's going on!? They are all fellow disciples in the league, so they are not afraid of outsiders' jokes!"

Yang Han saw clearly that the two groups of people were all Chu Qin's Taoist robes of ordinary colors. One of them had the word "dao" written on their chests and the other had the word "qi". He could probably guess what was going on. He just stood behind Deacon Ke as a personal stake. At this time, Deacon Ke never dared to call them up again. He was half scared and half coaxed and reluctantly persuaded both sides. He waited until Shen Fengxing came, and then Old Master Gu showed his face before he could get both sides done.

After being busy all afternoon, Deacon Ke was a little depressed at this time, "You go and rest first, I'll go and rest too."

Yang Hanru was admitted to the amnesty and dragged her tired body to the door of Chu Qin's shop. Thinking of what he said in the morning, he really went in and bought two big elixir fruits produced in the middle garden of Qijiashan. He also asked the mortals to sprinkle some Titian spirit herbs on it, and then poured a circle of colorful jam made of various flowers. He held a small plate and took a spoon in one hand. He walked to the door of the Shenjia Ling Tea Shop diagonally opposite, leaned against it and listened to the people inside.
To be continued...