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Faced with such obvious malice, Hou Zi remained calm and composed.
He always believes that when malice is shown on the face, it means that the hatred is not deep enough and can be saved. When hatred is hidden in the heart, it is irreversible.
A servant was leading the way. When he passed by the leading red scarf, Hou Zi stretched out his hand. The red scarf was stunned, and then he handed the sword talisman back indifferently, with great disdain in his mouth.
"This thing is nothing special. Just give us Fangjiabao people some face. Sir, you have the opportunity to shine the sword talisman on those ghost monsters and see how they react?"
Hou Zi smiled, "I showed it, and they liked it very much! They flocked to me.
If you like it too, you can actually have one like this."
The red scarf curled his lips, "Then he becomes like you?"
...Houtu is leading his horse. In fact, Wubao is big enough and the streets are wide enough, but riding is inconvenient because there are too many steps and ridges, which is limited by the terrain; and the people on the street are leading their horses. Donkey, he doesn't want to look too special.
The Quanzhen Sect doesn't seem to be very popular here? He doesn't want to add fuel to the fire.
There are also shops on both sides of the street. The only difference from big cities is that the goods are relatively simple, mainly daily necessities, with few luxury goods. This is in line with the environment of a lonely Wubao, surrounded by malicious people.
He could tell that the people here were strong and strong. Although their clothes were simple, they had a vigorous spirit. They walked with their heads held high, as if they were wearing the most gorgeous clothes.
Being able to wear the sack piece out of Huajin can only show that the people here have a strong heart and are very confident in themselves.
Almost everyone is equipped with a knife, except for children; when they see Hou Zi, they don't have the flattery in the eyes of ordinary mortals elsewhere, but look directly at them naturally, which makes Hou Zi feel very emotional. Living a settled life has its inevitability, but it is not all about someone’s protection.
The winding road is like walking on a winding mountain road, with stone steps at your feet and brick houses made of kiln clay above your head. There is no vast forest here, and there are not enough sources of stone, so we can only build with clay. Fang, not just here, but probably the entire Yin Ling.
The general direction is upward, which is in line with the status of the Quanzhen Sect. Even if they don't do well here, some things cannot be changed under the power they accumulate.
After walking for a full quarter of an hour, we arrived at the highest point of Wubao Center, a small square with a tower in the center, a rare wooden seven-story tower; there is a building on each side, which is different from other buildings along the way. It is much more exquisite. The doorman pointed to the one on his right hand.
"Well, this is it. Your envoy must be here."
Hou Tzu thanked him and walked straight towards the building. On the building's door plaque were several golden characters shining brightly: Yinling Town Yamen.
This is a violent yamen found in various parts of the country, responsible for local security. However, there are civil yamen in other towns, and in Fangjiabao, civil prosecutions belong to the clan, and the Quanzhen Sect cannot get involved at all, so it There is only such a town Yamen here.
There was no gatekeeper, and the front of the town government office was deserted, not a single living thing was seen, and it was a bit desolate. Hou Zi curiously opened the door and walked in. The first thing he felt was the tangy aroma of medicine!
He stood in the hall at a loss and couldn't find it casually. After a while, a monk carrying a medicine jar came out of a room. He was also surprised to see the dumbfounded Hou Zi.
"Who are you?"
Hou Zi hurriedly said: "Hou Zi! This year's newly promoted Pei Yuan came to Yin Ling to report..."
As he spoke, he handed over the sword talisman and Yu Ling, but he didn't expect that the other party neither looked at nor accepted it.
"New junior brother? That's great, come and help!"
The monk turned around and left. Hou Zi could only follow and shut his mouth knowingly. Even a fool could see that something was not quite right about the current situation in the government office.
Walking into the next room, there was a monk inside who was sitting cross-legged doing exercises. His face was pale, his upper body was red, and his entire back was swollen to a purple liver color...
The monk handed over the clay pot in his hand, "Apply this ice lipstick on him, don't apply too much, there are six more behind you!"
The monk who was meditating opened his eyes and glared angrily, "Yao He, your grandma is trying to avenge a personal vendetta! I am the most seriously injured here, so of course I have to wipe more of it!"
The monk who brought Hou Zi here must be Yao He, who curled his lips disdainfully, "Yeah, you Qian Chong was hurt the most, but it's a pity that it's all on the back! If you say it, you will lose the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect, it's worse than being stung in the first place. Damn it!"
They were bickering there, and Hou Zi finally understood. This was obviously because Yao He was unwilling to apply medicine to this person, so he happened to be caught to support him.
He had never done anything like this before, so he could only rush to the shelves, take a spatula, take out a lump of ice lipstick, apply it on the monk's back, and then smooth it out, just like a mason.
Qian Chong gritted his teeth in pain and cursed: "Where did you come from, kid? Please apply it lightly. I don't know how powerful the bee venom is. Maybe there are still poisonous needles in the flesh that haven't been removed?"
Hou Zi frowned and did not say anything back. He continued to apply the medicine, but his hand did not slow down at all. He was very surprised that the disciples of the Demon Sect were so fragile? After all, they were still in the realm of Peiyuan, but they couldn't bear the pain?
Qian Chong became more and more angry. He did not dare to scold Yao He, but the man applying the medicine looked strange. He should be a monk from Fangjiabao. He could do whatever he wanted.
"You are seeking death on purpose, right? When I calm down, I will make you look good!"
Hou Zi didn't say much. He waved his free hand and slapped Qian Chong on the face. The powerful impact immediately made people faint; he could see clearly that the root of this person was still there. refuses to die.
He wiped his back a few times randomly, looked at Yao He who was silent at the side, and said, "It's done."
Yao He stared, "It's not all wiped yet!"
Hou Zi didn't care, "It's better to leave some wounds, otherwise he won't have a long memory!"
Yao He shook his head and said, "You have such a bad temper and you come to Yinling. It's not unfair to you at all!"
Although he said this, Yao He looked very happy, because even he was embarrassed to slap him! Although he had wanted to slap him for a long time.
Walking to the next room, "I am Yao He, what is your surname, junior brother?"
"Huntu."
"Not a good one either! Come on, there are six more unlucky ones. They are all the masters and they have to be taken care of."
Although Hou Zi is confused now, he also sees some clues; bee wounds like this should be caused by monster bees that specialize in breaking gang shields. They are not fatal, but the residual poison is not easy to eliminate, and it takes time to heal slowly. .
The injuries of monks are not as imagined. They can be cured by swallowing pills and turning around. Especially for minor cultivators like them, a three-pronged approach is often required.
Exercise skills, swallowing pills, and external application are all indispensable.
Of course, now money rushing will definitely not bring luck. Who makes him have a bad mouth?
Mr. Hou is a master who easily serves others? He doesn't care if he doesn't thank you, and he talks arrogantly...
With your gentle words, I send you the Five Fingers Mountain; practicing the sword is just for the sake of your mind, just to clear your eyes.