"Master Zheng is well."
Before going down the mountain, Zheng Wan went to the deacon's hall to exchange for a jade badge.
Yuchengjing is no longer a small circle, replaced by a three-petal jacaranda flower, which is a long-lost rare flower in the Xuancang Realm. It is rumored that when the flower reaches seven petals, the whole world will fall a field of jacaranda flowers rain-
However, no one has seen it.
Zheng Wan changed the jade token, got the monthly rules and two school uniforms and was about to leave, but was stopped by the deacon:
"Really, wait a moment, there are still some things that have not been handed over to the real person."
He took out a black storage bag from under the cabinet and pushed it mysteriously. Zheng Wan took it in a strange way. After poking around with his soul consciousness, he found a black gown and a piece of middle-level primordial stone inside.
"This is… "
Zheng Wan reluctantly glanced at the deacon's long face, fair and clean, not ugly, but... When she gets rid of the Gu in the future, if she wants to choose a servant, this person is still far from the standard.
Think of a less hurtful excuse to say no to him.
But the deacon said:
"The real person will still enjoy the monthly rules of the armored soldier-level black iron order holder in the future, don't forget to get it."
"..."
Zheng Wan coughed, reached out to take the storage bag, thought for a while, and asked:
"How much is Da Siqing's monthly schedule?"
"Ten high-level primordial stones."
"… oh."
Zheng Wan felt a little sour, no, she was so sour.
... Desperately drawing a month talisman, it is not as good as the fixed salary received by others.
"How long will it take for Jia Bing to be promoted to Da Si Qing?"
"Zheng Zhenzhen, this... I don't know, but it is based on merit. The armored soldiers go up, and there are team soldiers, encirclement leaders, and the seventh rank before they can reach Da Siqing. As far as I know, the twelve main cities today, It has only just issued three chief minister orders, and one of them is Zhenjun Liwei of the Guixu Sect."
The deacon looked at Zheng Zhenren, who was still happy before, and suddenly looked like a beaten eggplant:
"Zheng... the real person?"
Zheng Zhenren waved his hand:
"It's okay, goodbye."
She went out and went to the mission hall to look again, but seeing that there was nothing suitable, she simply accepted an errand mission and went down the mountain.
The guard of Changlu Academy knew her a long time ago, and when they saw Zheng Wan coming, they rushed over to greet her:
"The fairy came to visit Mr. Zheng again?"
The old gate guard has never seen a monk like this fairy. Once other monks become immortals, they don't care much about the affairs of the world, let alone come to visit every day—
"Mr. Zheng is still in class."
he said.
After Zheng Wan heard this, she turned around and went to the back of the academy. As expected, A Niang was embroidering in the courtyard, and beside her was a newly hired middle-aged woman who was hugging the child and coaxing: "Shanshan laughed."
Auntie turned her head:
"When Shanshan smiles, I know it's you."
"Auntie..." Zheng Wan put down the rose candy cake she bought on the way, and after getting tired of her mother, she said, "How are you doing recently?"
"Your mother eats and sleeps here, what's wrong?"
The mountains over there danced and danced, and even their heads were about to come to Zheng Wan, and there was a cry of "ho ho ho", Wang shook her head: "I don't know what's going on with this child, I'm very close to you, What we have been with every day has become a foil."
Zheng Wan passed by, and the baby in swaddling circles around because of the delicious food and drink. When she saw her coming, she giggled and stretched out her hand to grab her.
"Ma'am is right, once the fairy comes, we will not be wanted in this mountain."
The middle-aged lady helped to make fun of it.
Zheng Wan looked at his dark eyes thoughtfully, but felt that this pair of eyes seemed to be seen somewhere, probably more suave and more divine.
Just thinking about it, I can't figure it out.
She teased:
"Did you name it?"
"You Aye said, take the word 'foolish', how about it?"
"Foolish? Zheng Yu?"
Small name mountain.
Reminiscent of the child's life, it would be a good name, Zheng Wan nodded: "Very good."
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Zheng Zhai strode in. The work of preaching and teaching made him very radiant recently, and he laughed:
"You aye, I took it, can it be good?"
"Ask the cook to make more, ah, I want sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, Tanggu cakes, roasted chicken..." Zheng Zhai casually reported the names of a bunch of dishes, and asked, "Wan Wan thinks it's enough?"
"enough."
Zheng Wan lingered in the academy until very late before reluctantly leaving. When the appointment was midnight, she first went to the rented house, and waited until about the same time before she changed into a black gown and sat down. Take the insect car and go around to the west gate.
At that time, except for certain places where singing and singing every night, the entire Fengwu City had fallen into a deep sleep.
The west city gate is even more closed, and in the silence, the small office stands in the night. It is adjacent to the city wall, and the two palace lanterns in front of the gate are faint. When the wind blows, phantoms will be printed on the steps under the corridor, like a ghost with teeth and claws. beast.
Zheng Wan stood for a while before lifting her foot up the steps.
"Button—"
The door opened from the inside.
A thin old man opened the door from the inside. His face was long and narrow, and his eyes were thin and narrow. When he lifted his eyelids to look at people, there was a hint of arrogance and arrogance. His voice was hoarse, as if he had been severely injured:
"who?"
Zheng Wan showed him the Black Iron Order.
"I'm here to find the Chief Secretary."
"Please come in."
When the old man's eyes touched the black iron order, he was stunned for a moment, then his expression of refusing people thousands of miles away immediately disappeared like snow, and he arched:
"It turns out to be the Black Iron Commander, please come in, please come in."
Zheng Wan saw that his cultivation base was in the late stage of Zhiweijing, and he was speechless. The gatekeepers were all Zhiweijing, and he didn't know... who are the other black iron orders in charge.
She silently followed behind the old man, walked around a very narrow and dark corridor, a secret door, and came to a door.
The gate made of thousand-year-old black iron is engraved with complicated twig patterns on the edge, which has a heavy and vicissitudes of life at first glance.
The old man stopped and bowed his head:
"arrive."
He tapped the bronze and gilt hanging ring by the door lightly, and the sound of the ring was heard far away in a very strange rhythm, and the door opened with a "click".
"Sir, please."
The old man took a step back, bowed his head and looked respectful.
Zheng Wan was touched by the solemn atmosphere, and walked in the door. Unexpectedly, it was an extremely spacious room, which seemed to be superimposed with the technique of space.
Facing the door is a long case by the window. Behind the case is a whole storage compartment connected to the roof. Next to it is a floor-to-ceiling copper incense tripod. On the other side, a small room for rest is separated by eight floor-to-ceiling enamel screens. place.
A lamp is like a bean, and the candle is faint.
Zheng Wan looked at the figure who was writing crazy books after the long case, and was blessed:
"Secretary."
Da Siqing raised his head, but it was not the person she thought of. This person had a round face, round eyes and round arms, and he had a naive look. When he saw her, he smiled and said:
"But Yuqingmen's new emissary to report?"
"yes."
Not Cui Wang.
Zheng Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the two of them had a bit of a past, if they were colleagues who worked together, it would be fine, and working under other people's hands, no matter how you think about it, it's not so pleasant.
"well."
The round-faced monk nodded hurriedly, then shook his head again, "Zheng Lingshi made a mistake, I am not Da Siqing, but the Da Siqing's subordinates are used to it, and I usually handle some mundane things for him here... Da Siqing is in retreat , will not leave the customs for a short time."
"… oh."
Zheng Wan's unhappiness rose again, and she thought to herself, after that person gets out of the customs, and he gets rid of the Gu, it's better if the department doesn't come or not.
Staying with God's own son, she tends to lose her mental balance.
"On the first day of the new order, they all have to come to the department to report. They usually have nothing important to do. They just try their best to do something for the people of each city when the city lord is recruiting..."
Zheng Wan understood that the responsibilities of a commanding officer are higher than that of a patrol envoy in the mortal world, and lower armored soldiers like her are the arresting officers of the magistrate.
I also do trivial things, and I also do things to protect the city.
The former relies on self-consciousness, going to the city lord's mansion to receive tasks, and getting points in exchange for primordial stones and contributions; the latter is the city lord's compulsory recruitment, such as a catastrophe that needs to be fought.
"Understood?"
"Understood."
"Then come to me, sign your name and put a bet on it. From now on, you will be a member of our Black Iron Order."
Zheng Wan drew circles on the parchment according to her words, and as soon as the words fell, the parchment burned out of thin air, and a golden pattern was imprinted between her eyebrows, and a streak rose into the sky—
"Qicheng, those who hold the order must not do anything to harm Xuancang for life, otherwise, they will be bombarded by five thunders."
The round-faced monk had a serious face, and Zheng Wan answered "Yes" with her head bowed.
"Okay, let's go."
Zheng Wan didn't move, she took back the black iron order: "Can I ask Zhenjun to go to Yuzhen Tower as a guarantee for me, as a... waiter?"
"The waiter?" The round-faced monk thought he had misheard, "What did Zheng Lingshi say, you want to be the waiter of Yuzhen Building?"
"Yes," Zheng Wan said with a smile, "it's the waiter."
If she goes by herself, she is afraid that Yuzhenlou will not accept her.
"… oh."
The round-faced monk scratched his cheeks, and he glanced behind the screen secretly, "This...it's not difficult to say, Zheng Lingshi, wait a moment."
The chubby hand dialed on the long case, took out a piece of fortune paper, swiped the pen, wrote it hastily, pressed the red stamp on the upper right corner and handed it over:
"Zheng Lingshi took this item to Yuzhen Building and found a shopkeeper surnamed Bai, and he knew what to do."
"Thank you."
Zheng Wan glanced at the golden lacquer seal on Forti's paper, carefully put the storage bracelet away, and said goodbye.
The graceful figure of the woman disappeared behind the door. The round-faced monk wiped his forehead, hurriedly left the long desk, walked behind the screen, and there stood a black-clothed monk by the window. Soaked in the moonlight through the window, there is a kind of nongli paleness.
"she left."
"yes."
The round-faced monk glanced at it, but didn't dare to look any further.
"What did you say?"
The round face was taken aback, didn't you hear everything in your heart
In the end, he didn't dare to raise objections, so he had to repeat what happened just now, and then he heard the voice in front of him clear and cold: "I'm actually going to be a waiter."
Round face was stunned when he heard it, he... did he hear this smile just now
It's just that the laughter was too shallow, scattered into the thick night, as if it was fake.
The round face couldn't help raising his head, but he was stunned. Before and after, he never forgot this moment.
The man stood in the thick moonlight, with a faint smile on his lips, as if a dark cloud had quietly bloomed in the quiet night, cold and silent, even that smile was mixed with a little sadness that could not be expressed. color.
"Master, you..."
"I'm going out for a walk," Cui Wang nodded, "I'll trouble you to keep it a secret for me about the exit."
He stepped out the door, turned around the secret door, walked through the corridor, and went out along the way he came. The thin old man slumped: "Master, go slowly."
The door opened.
Cui Wang stood on the steps for a while, the sky was like a canvas with splashed ink, and the stars were like dots, he looked back and walked away.
When rounding the corner of the long road, Cui Wang suddenly stopped and sighed:
"Come out."
From the shadow under the eaves, a figure gracefully walked out, wrapped in a black gown, like the night enveloping the enchanting, Cui Wang watched the person walk in step by step, lowered his eyes.
"We meet again, Li Wei... Zhenjun."
Zheng Wan smiled charmingly, "Didn't you retreat?"
"How do you know I'm there?"
"I didn't know it at first." Zheng Wan said with a smile, "But the one who works for Zhenjun can't hide it."
"It's not a cover-up."
Cui Wang lowered his eyes, and the desolate moonlight fell on his slender eyelashes. Zheng Wan thought to herself, this person's skin is really top-notch, and she is not bad at all.
"I thought the real monarch was in retreat, but it turned out to be a lie."
She said with a smile.
"It's closed."
Cui Wang raised his eyes suddenly and said: "However, the department suddenly called for urgent matters, so I left the customs."
"I came here by chance, and I accidentally ran into you."