I'm brushing proficiency in the realm of comprehension

Chapter 281 Nascent Soul in the Dungeon
Lao Zhang sat by the tea stand and listened to the old man telling the story of Zhou Junshou.

After listening for a quarter of an hour, he threw down some money, carried a wooden basket for grocery shopping, and walked towards the Sheriff's Mansion.

"You'd better hand it over to me right now!"

As he was walking, Lao Zhang noticed a small circle of people in front of him, and someone shouted angrily.

fight?

robbery?

Business dispute?

Lao Zhang was not delayed by this kind of thing. He carried the wooden basket and walked forward without joining in the fun.

No matter what happened on the street, the Sky Surveyor would take care of it, and it had nothing to do with me, a little puppet.

I just need to be responsible for buying the vegetables.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a wave of spiritual power, and a figure flew past Lao Zhang at a high speed, and directly hit the stall across the street.

After smashing several tables and chairs one after another, the little monk who was blown away clutched his chest, vomited two mouthfuls of blood with a painful expression.

Old Zhang was stunned. It had been 20 years, and this was the first time he saw such a bloody incident on the streets of Ping'an County.

He turned his gaze to the beating monk.

The person who hit people in the street was a foundation cultivator.

He looked about twenty or so, and he was born with a good skin, but the words that came out of his mouth were really not very pleasant.

"I told you to hand over the things, but you won't!"

"You are farting when you talk like a young master?"

Master?

Is this too arrogant?
To be honest, Lao Zhang was a little confused.

Seeing that the assailant still wanted to continue to move forward, Lao Zhang directly held the person's shoulder, and just about to speak, he turned his head and glared at him conveniently, and scolded him to get out of here.

Old Zhang resentfully withdrew his hand.

Just when the man's face was full of rebellion.

With a "snap", the puppet pulled up with a big mouth.

Don't ask why.

These are the master's orders.

When fighting in the street, those who don't listen to dissuasion will be slapped with a big mouth!
The assailant, who was whipped by the big mouth, turned around three times on the spot, and finally sat down on the ground dizzy.

"Old Mo!" The foundation cultivator covered his face, sat on the ground, glared fiercely at Lao Zhang, and shouted towards the street.

As soon as he finished speaking, an old figure quickly stepped forward and grabbed Lao Zhang's beating arm.

This strong man named Mo Lao had fierce eyes and was full of anger. As soon as he exerted force on his hand, he wanted to tear this arm off directly.

Just kidding, I am a monk with a perfect golden core...

"Snapped!"

Changing hands of Lao Zhang is a counter draw.

The back of his hand slammed into the man's face.

Mo Lao staggered and stepped back a few steps, his face burning hot.

At this time, there were already many people around, some monks and ordinary people, all talking and pointing in low voices.

Getting slapped in public?

This matter can never be better!
Mr. Mo's eyes are red!
……

Not long after, the Sky Surveyor finally arrived.

After Ping'an County was expanded into Ping'an County, a single street was hundreds of miles long, and no matter how many people there were, it was impossible to have a post every five steps and a post every ten steps to be full of people.

After receiving the news, rushing to the scene of the crime always takes some time.

The team of the Sky Survey Division squeezed through the crowd, and after entering, they spotted an old man and a young man lying on the ground at a glance.

The young man looked fine, covering his face, staring, and cursing, so there should be nothing wrong.

The old man was holding a sword in his hand, lying on the ground, motionless, his body was covered with blood, if it wasn't for the heaving of his chest, some people would doubt whether he was alive or dead.

The Xuntian Division found a few witnesses at the scene, and then prepared to take everyone back and question them thoroughly.

I have seen and dealt with fights on the street.

But the old man lying on the ground is definitely the first one who draws his sword directly to decide between life and death!
"I have to go back first!" Lao Zhang frowned and said, holding the wooden basket in his hand, his figure moved and flashed out of the crowd, not wanting to follow them to Xun Tiansi.

When it was meal time, he didn't take the food back. That fat man didn't know how hungry he would be.

The Tian Xun Division couldn't find him, so he could only go back with witnesses, and then reported the problem to the division officer.

……

"Someone cut you with a sword?" Pang Dahai heard this, with a strange expression on his face, blinking at Lao Zhang in front of him.

Fatty hadn't heard of such a thing for a long time, and he even wondered if the murderer was also affected by evil cultivators.

"It should be an outsider." Zhou You took out the jade slip, communicated with Xun Tiansi, and then explained to everyone.

The other party should be a child of a Nascent Soul family, who wandered around with a servant and came to Dazhou.

As soon as he entered the city, he beat up the little monk who set up a stall and bumped into Lao Zhang's hand.

Perhaps for some unknown reason, no one is afraid of him when he enters the city, which makes this rebellious young man even more angry?

Lao Zhang nodded, then took out a small bronze mirror, and made some expressions in front of the mirror.

He is not human after all. . .

It is still in the stage of learning what expression to match with the tone of voice.

"I have to go back first!" Lao Zhang said to the mirror, his eyebrows furrowed at the same time.

Ok.

He was very satisfied with what he said just now.

This puppet didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he did.

But Pang Dahai felt panicked.

"Old Zhang, don't take pictures, let's wash the vegetables." The fat man snatched the bronze mirror from the puppet in front of him, and dragged him to the backyard.

It has been 20 years since Lao Zhang was born, and Zhou You has already installed Xue Ji and the other eight Nascent Soul corpses on top-grade spirit treasure arrays.

There are a total of ten Nascent Soul puppets, all of which have good intelligence.

You say how high their IQ is, but it doesn't matter.

But being able to speak plain language, walking, and acting alone is already pretty good, much better than the artificial intelligence in the previous life.

Zhou You went out alone and went to Xuntian Division to deal with the matter of that family member.

I always have to come forward and ask which family the other party belongs to. I am not around, and if it is too deep, Siguan Yin may not be able to grasp it.

……

After arriving at the Xuntian Division, Governor Zhou took the file and looked at it carefully.

Officer Yin has already dealt with it. The Foundation Establishment cultivator who hit the person first will have to spend a year in prison in addition to paying the injured a sum of spirit stones.

As for the Golden Core cultivator who dared to draw his sword in the street, he was sentenced to five years.

Zhou You felt that it was still a little short, so he made a move and gave him another five years.

This means meeting Lao Zhang, and if someone else fights, I'm afraid something will happen.

"Did you say which one it belongs to?" Zhou You asked with a smile as he handed the file back to Siguan Yin.

Knowing that there is a Nascent Soul in charge here, but acting so recklessly, I am afraid that the size of the Nascent Soul family will not be small.

"My surname is Wang. There should be three Nascent Soul cultivators in my family." Yin Xia smiled. She didn't ask for this information, but others said it herself.

……

Let's shift our perspective slightly to the dungeon of the Sky Surveyor.

Wang Hongfei with a swollen face and Mo Lao who was seriously injured were thrown into a dark and damp cell together.

Da Zhou has been engaged in construction all these years, but this prison cell has never been renovated.

Even if it was dark and damp, the inlaid spiritual lamps in the corridor outside the prison were also good and bad, flashing non-stop all day long.

In terms of food, there will always be a steamed bun and a plate of pickles that are so salty that I want to cry.

"The Sky Surveyor of the Great Zhou is a bit too arrogant!"

Prince Wang also knows that there are strong Nascent Souls in this Great Zhou, but he also has them in his own family!
What kind of officer in the Sky Survey Division dares to sentence himself? !

"Young Master, don't worry, this old slave has already notified the Patriarch." Mo Lao covered his chest, wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and sneered.

When the Patriarch comes, these people must pay the price!

"It's useless..." A faint voice came from another cell.

In the darkness, a figure with disheveled hair appeared beside the master and servant.

Since the cells were not closed with bricks, Prince Wang could clearly see the man through the gap in the railing.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It literally means that no matter who comes, it's useless." The man with disheveled hair and a calm expression held a piece of steamed bun in his hand and ate it with relish.

Just looking at his face, you can't feel how embarrassed he is, but he has a bit of confidence.

"Oh?"

"It's useless for a monk in the late Yuanying period?" Wang Hongfei asked with a confident smile on his face.

In Prince Wang's opinion, if you can't get out, it's because you have no strength!

"My grandfather is in the prison next to him!" The man ate the steamed bun and pointed to the prison on the other side where Prince Wang was.

"You little bastard, if you dare to do anything wrong again in the future, I'll chop off your hand!"

In the prison next to him, an old man with a face of about sixty jumped out of the shadows and yelled at the man.

The other party immediately shrank his fingers and laughed twice.

He followed several Golden Core monks who had traveled around, across tens of thousands of miles of seas, and came to the so-called Great Zhou.

Then he committed the crime of molesting ordinary women. . .

As the case was less serious, he was only sentenced to six months.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the family got the news, his grandfather rushed over in a hurry and even fought with him.

As a result, he was arrested and sentenced to three years...

The grandfather was still yelling at his unworthy descendants across a cell.

The old man originally wanted to talk about it, but if he couldn't pay more compensation, why bother to let his grandson go to prison.

But the officer just didn't let go, and said that he was messing around!

Later, the county guard Zhou arrived and told him to get out of here quickly.

Can this be tolerated?
You have to make gestures with him!

Ahem, two buildings were destroyed and some people were injured. He was sentenced to three years in prison. . .

……

The Prince Wang who was caught in the middle gradually darkened his face.

They are all in prison, and the other party should not lie to him.

Will this big week really be so strong?

……

Two days later.

As if to test Prince Wang's idea, another middle-aged man was taken into prison.

It was his old father in the Nascent Soul stage...

"Fellow Daoist, how long have you been sentenced?" The old man Yuanying in the cell next to Prince Wang took the initiative to talk and asked.

"Three months." Father Wang's face was very ugly. He had lived for 1000 years, and this was the first time he heard of the charge of picking quarrels and provoking trouble and disrupting official duties.

"Then you are lucky." The old man smiled.

The king's father took a closer look, and his face showed shock. The other party was actually a strong man in the late Yuanying period.

This Governor Zhou...

　Feeling numb, I thought about preparing a few more paracetamol, just to be on guard, and I ran half a city but couldn't buy it.

　　In the end, a friend gave it to me. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)