There is no gatekeeper at the gate of this yamen. Instead, there are all kinds of miscellaneous sounds coming from behind the gate, including people drinking and punching, dice falling into bowls and jingling bells, and sounds of hey, hey, hey, I don’t know.

Are you practicing stone locks?

Qin Yuelou didn't listen carefully, he just picked up the drumstick from the drum stand, gathered enough strength, and beat it hard on the drum head. In this seemingly simple action, he also used three to five minutes of force.

mana.

This mana became a medium like air, transmitting the sound of the drum and even amplifying it.

When the drumsticks were struck, it was like a thunderclap on a sunny day. Even the sounds in the yamen were drowned out. There were also exclamations one after another, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and several cries of pain.

Qin Yuelou listened, and the drumstick in his hand was still beating, and the sound drowned out the sound.

The closed door of the yamen was finally opened, and the two police officers looked fierce and wanted to capture Qin Yuelou.

"Are you illiterate?! Can't you read such big words?" The arrogant-looking policeman said and wanted to take Qin Yuelou in and beat him up with dozens of boards, but no matter what, the policeman couldn't get close.

Qin Yue Tower is half a step away.

It was as if time around him was suspended, no, to be exact, it was slowed down step by step. Like thick mercury, time gradually tended to solidify.

But the consciousness of the two detectives was not slowed down at the same time.

"The drums of grievances are there for people to beat. What the people expect is for those who speak justice to repay the grievances. What the people expect is for a good official to do practical things, not to bully the superiors and conceal the truth. You put a label on this grievance drum.

With such a sign, wouldn’t it mean that you are pretending to be deaf or blind?” Qin Yuelou was still beating his own drum and didn’t even look at the two detectives.

Perhaps the people in the yamen had been waiting for a long time, so a few more people came out, and those few people saw a strange scene.

Qin Yuelou beat the drum smoothly one after another to express his grievances, while the two policemen tried to get closer to Qin Yuelou as if in slow motion, but their movements became slower and slower.

"How dare you, you demon! Why don't you withdraw the demonic method quickly?! This is under the rule of Dajing, and you, a demon, are not allowed to be presumptuous!" I don't know whether it was to be emboldened or for what purpose, but a man dressed as a petty official shouted angrily.

There was a slight change in his body, and the original ordinary aura rose up and transformed into another extra aura.

This momentum was just a shapeless dispersion around the little official, but what made Qin Yuelou look at him differently was that this momentum offset the impact of his sword intention by about the size of a little fingernail.

magnitude.

Although it only offsets it a little bit, it depends on what it is compared to. If this "aura" encounters some unscrupulous monsters and ghosts, it can also be severely damaged.

However, even if you are that kind of unfashionable little devil, if you really meet someone with a little bit of ability, you will still have to kneel down.

Qin Yuelou thought it was interesting, so he intercepted a little aura with his sword intention and prepared to study it later. However, this aura gave him a feeling that was difficult to imitate with the way of immortal swordsmanship.

Naturally, the clerk didn't know what Qin Yuelou had done. Anyway, after he had the courage to shout loudly, he was glanced at by Qin Yuelou again.

All of a sudden, my courage was gone.

When he was about to speak again, his voice was much softer.

Qin Yuelou, on the other hand, was beating the drum while "crying out injustice" and said: "I beat the drum because I have an injustice. If I have an injustice, I have to beat the drum. Isn't this principle very simple?!

If there are injustices, then there will be injustices in this world!

I play the drum just to avenge justice!

Who stipulated that grievances cannot be redressed? You can suppress them for a while, but can you suppress them forever?!

You bunch of bastards spend your whole day doing stupid things and don't care whether the people have complaints or not. How dare you blatantly steal the money for disaster relief?!"

The more Qin Yuelou talked, the angrier he became, and the speed and force of the drumsticks in his hands became even louder. The sound of the drums spread out in bursts, and even broke the drum head of the injustice drum that had been in disrepair for a long time.

"It seems that this injustice is enough to reach heaven." Qin Yuelou gently put the drumstick back on the drum stand.

After putting the drumsticks back on the drum stand, a man who looked like an old man walked out from behind the yamen. This old man was wearing a green robe, with birds embroidered on the patches on his clothes. It was a seventh-grade owl, which looked like a bird.

Purple mandarin duck.

After the shapeless aura of the young official came to the man who looked like a master, a vivid purple mandarin duck condensed into it.

Although this purple mandarin duck is bigger than the ordinary mandarin duck, it is still just a hunched-headed water bird, standing half-dead on the master's shoulder, and does not even have the courage to look at Qin Yuelou.

"Injustice? Who dares to feel injustice? Who dares to feel injustice?"

The master opened his mouth and came, and the purple mandarin duck was even more dejected, as if he wanted to imitate the ostrich and bury his head in the ground.

"I have a grievance." Qin Yuelou held the sword and looked around, but with a shake of his hand, the sword disappeared in full view of everyone.

"Oh? Is there an injustice? Then go to court. This county magistrate will carefully examine your injustice today." When the county magistrate saw Qin Yuelou's move, although his eyes were solemn, the purple mandarin duck felt a little scared.

Vitality, but it still doesn't help, this purple mandarin duck still looks half-dead.

I don’t know what the magistrate was holding back, but he gave this answer anyway, and Qin Yuelou happily played with the magistrate.

As soon as Qin Yuelou heard this, he released the restraint of the Time Sword Intent on the surrounding government officials, police officers, and petty officials.

Then, probably the only promotion to the church in recent years began with the perfunctory "mighty" sound. I don't know how long this "mighty" sound lasted. In short, the news of this "mighty" speech spread throughout Shouyang City.

Afterwards, many people rushed to tell each other and rushed to the yamen. The perimeter of the yamen was completely blocked, and it was the Zizaoban yamen servants who had to maintain order on the scene.

Although there is a well-known saying in Shouyang City: "It is better to fight with officials than to provoke Zhao Li", but how can ordinary ordinary people have the confidence to fight with officials?

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"Who are you? How old are you? Where are you from? Since you have met me, why don't you kneel down?" The county magistrate looked at Qin Yuelou, his voice was rhythmic and ups and downs.

"My name is Zhao Ritian, and Rima's Riri is damn good, so you can call me Zhao Hao." Qin Yuelou opened his mouth and lied without drafting.

He will not reveal his real name, and he is also afraid that there will be any curse techniques similar to the Seven Nail Head Arrows. After all, some curse techniques only need to know the birth date and name to be cast, and even as long as someone is willing to look for it, then the person with the intention will completely

You can go to your former residence in Shixiang City to find your personal belongings and look for fallen hair or other things from them to deepen the connection with the curse.

Therefore, when traveling around the world, a pseudonym is the most important thing.

"Look at me, will I believe you? I'll recruit you from the truth! What's your name and where is your place of origin? Why don't you kneel down?!"

"My name is Zhao Hao. What's wrong? I'm from Skyrim Province. I was hit by a sword in the knee, so I was selected as the holder of the Immortal Sword. I joined the French Sword Dance Team and saved Elden. I

Can't you have rich experience?" Qin Yuelou kept talking nonsense like a bald man, but he just wouldn't kneel down.

The smart little official next to the county magistrate winked, and the government officials next to him understood it and came over with a group of people to take action. A group of people were stunned but did not push Qin Yuelou to his knees, and some government officials were even planning to do it openly.

It's just that he was still afraid of Qin Yuelou's "demon magic" and didn't dare to do it openly, but this obviously didn't make Qin Yuelou relax his vigilance, and he didn't rely on his cultivation to bully ordinary people, but this group of Zaobaos had indeed taken advantage of it.

Within a few rounds, the servants were knocked to the ground by Qin Yuelou alone.

The people at the door were not afraid and kept cheering.

"Okay, good fight!"

"Okay! Well done, young hero!"

Qin Yuelou has no eyes to see and no ears to hear anyway.

If you don't do real work, just join in the fun and have fun.

"I've been hit by a sword in my knee and I can't kneel down. Not to mention you, the county magistrate, even if a god comes down to earth and takes charge of me, I can't kneel down." Qin Yuelou still said.

The county magistrate also saw that Qin Yuelou had special skills. There were only two or three big cats and kittens in his "Grass Team". He was a good at catching a few scattered mice.

The ability to turn a non-mouse into a mouse is among the best in the industry, but if you really encounter a tiger descending from the mountain or a dragon crossing the river, these big cats and kittens will really become big cats and kittens.

Unfortunately, Qin Yuelou is both the tiger descending from the mountain and the dragon crossing the river.

Now that he could see that Qin Yuelou was a fierce tiger who could descend from the mountain and conquer the dragon across the river, the county magistrate did not dare to engage in martial arts. After all, a martial arts player could not compete with others, so the county magistrate decided to use a curve to play literary arts.

"Let's just believe you and don't investigate you carefully. If you say justice is redressed, where does the injustice come from?" The county magistrate was shocked again.

"It's my injustice. I was eating hot pot and singing songs, and just sitting there eating this food. There was a well-dressed rich man in your city who came to trouble me. If I hadn't fought back with tears, I'm afraid I would have to do it first now.

He has been in the hospital for a hundred days and has been injured." Qin Yuelou said directly.

"Are you serious?" When the county magistrate heard this, he probably knew what was going on.

Regardless of whether this thing is true or not, it has to be false.

"The local gangs are too unruly. This is the first time I have seen this kind of thing. I am just passing by here, but I am so humiliated by your local gangs? You, the county magistrate, are too relaxed and carefree, right?"

Or are you colluding with the local gangs in Shouyang City, and that's why you turn a blind eye?" Qin Yuelou lightly slapped a hat on the county magistrate.

How could the county magistrate admit it? Originally, he wanted to let these ordinary people see the majesty of the government in front of everyone, and first give him a big deal to establish his prestige, but this plan obviously failed.

But in front of everyone, the prestige of the government was reduced by Qin Yuelou. The martial arts were not good enough, and the literary ones were beaten first.

The county magistrate is not a fool, so he must be looking for a compromise. He must maintain his face, keep his dignity, and take off his hat.

The county magistrate rolled his eyes. A piece of feather fell off from the purple mandarin duck on his shoulder. He looked helpless. Qin Yue Tower had a panoramic view. There was no sigh or pity. He just removed the feather.

Also collected.

His intuition told him that these official auras might be of great significance to the future research of his people.

Qin Yuelou originally accepted the feathers, but after thinking about it, it might be disadvantageous to only accept the feathers, so he pulled the purple mandarin duck off the county prince's body.

At the same time, he also pulled out the unformed aura from the little official's body.

Although there were still traces of aura, I didn't miss him at all after I was pulled down.

The purple mandarin duck directly took root on Qin Yuelou's shoulder. Although he held his head high and his chest was high, his expression was a little sluggish, but his feathers looked a lot brighter.

Qin Yuelou didn't understand the mechanism of this purple mandarin duck, but he thought it should be similar to the civil and military official aura derived from the dragon aura of the dynasty. Although it has not been studied yet, Qin Yuelou can feel that it is probably something like this.

, this thing should have many other deep-seated benefits, but this dog official corpse meal obviously didn't master the trick of using it, so he took Qin Yuelou's advantage.
To be continued...