I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years

　　 early morning.

　　 Calendar events, sleep a lot, wake up refreshed.

　　 Zhou Yi was walking on the street, with Lu Shiji fried dough sticks in his mouth, and Dasao Zhang’s soy milk in his other hand.

　　 "Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

　　 Tofu Nao Xi Shi said hello with a blushing face. Compared with the slum guy, Zhou Yi looked older except for his age, and his appearance and temperament were absolutely unique.

　　 The little girl loves the uncle, especially the handsome and gentle uncle.

　　 Unfortunately, no matchmaker has gone to Qingfeng Xiaozhu to propose marriage.

　　 Because of Zhouyi's reputation in Xingjiaofang, it has nothing to do with Monster Slashing Division, it's all because it can eat.

　　 There has never been a man who has nothing to do for three days, eating from Fangdong to Fangxi.

　　 Zhouyi moved a long bench and made a table with others, and the little girl quickly served the third child.

　　 Tofu brain, cauliflower, hot sauce.

The guy beside 　　 smiled and said, "Tuier, your tofu tastes delicious."

　　 "Bah!"

　　 Tofu Nao Xi Shi crouched on his hips and raised his head: "I haven't eaten enough to find my mother-in-law!"

"Hahaha!"

　　 A series of laughter echoed in the streets in the early morning.

　　 No one can think of it, the fierce man who angered the Confucian scholars, arguing with the guys on the street whether eating tofu is salty or sweet!

　　 Relying on the strength of the key immortal level in the previous life, the few guys who successfully sprayed, obediently admitted the orthodoxy of the sweet party.

　　 Zhou Yi spent a pleasant morning, humming a small song, and came to the long-lost thing department.

　　 "Old Zhou, you can count back."

　　 Chen's master book is out of sight, with a distressed look on his face: "Lao Zhang, the boy, since you left, every day since you left, the officer has always been scolded by Master Tongzhi."

　　 "Zhong Tongzhi?"

　　 Zhouyi some time ago, my ears almost heard the cocoon.

　　Who would have thought that Yan Chixiao, such a fierce and reckless man, became grumble after getting acquainted with you.

　　 Clock old dog, clock tortoise, bell sender...

　　Zhan Yaosi is the same as Zhi Zhong Jiuzhong, and the eighteenth generation of ancestors have been scolded by Yan Chixiao.

　　 "Which one can it be? A few days ago, Zhong Tongzhi was punished by the commander, and his heart is upset, and it can't be relieved so far."

　　 Master Chen said: "Lao Zhang is not afraid, you have to be careful."

　　 Zhouyi pretended to be puzzled: "Why Master Zhong is angry?"

　　 Master Chen looked around, and he covered his mouth and smiled: "Don't ask for it, it's not a good thing anyway."

　　 "Thanks for your reminder."

　　 When Zhouyi came to the Department of Five Internal Organs, he saw Zhang Cheng at first sight, and he was writing a dragon and a snake.

　　 "Brother Zhang, come here so early?"

　　 Zhouyi walked over, thinking that Zhang Cheng was copying the bibliography, but he didn't expect to be painting.

　　 On the white rice paper, the mighty black-haired man has a scaly horse under his hips, with seven or eight iron guns on his back, and holding a wide-bladed giant sword.

　　"Tsk tusk tusk, painting and calligraphy, Zhang Ge went to the scientific examination, maybe he could be a jinshi."

　　 "How do you kid know I've never been shot!"

　　 Zhang Cheng put the last two strokes on his eyes, and Yan Chixiao suddenly leaped on the paper, his eyes widened as if he was about to rush out on a horse.

　　 "I'm old and old, if it was before, maybe it can be a true meaning of painting!"

　　The painters in the hundreds of families, the top three grades are called the true meaning of painting, and they can make their pens come true, paint boats into boats, and paint clouds and rain.

　　 "Send me this picture. Hanging at the door can ward off evil spirits!"

　　 Zhouyi is not a joke, Zhang Cheng uses the secret method of painting to blend his spirit and energy, and the evil spirit of Yan Chixiao's killing of demons and demons seems to be real.

　　 The ordinary monsters and ghosts must turn around in fright when they see this painting.

　　 "If you want to be beautiful, you will take advantage as soon as you come back."

　　 Zhang Cheng's magic power swept over, and the picture scroll was immediately dry, carefully rolled up and put into the picture bag.

There are already more than a dozen scrolls in the 　　 picture bag, and the ink fragrance has not dissipated. It is very likely that they are all portraits of Yan Chixiao.

　　 "At night, Chunfeng Tower, I will treat you."

　　 "The kid goes on the road!"

　　……

　　 Chunfeng Building.

　　 is the same as before.

　　 The prosperousness is not reduced, the hustle and bustle is endless, and the excitement is too much.

　　 The old bust saw Zhang Cheng as if he had met his beloved father, so he almost bowed to incense.

　　 Zhang Cheng is not a wealthy business man, but he wins forever. The owner of the previous Chunfeng Building was a die-hard customer when he was still alive.

　　 Zhouyi and a group of colleagues chose a compartment with a good line of sight to drink from the altar.

　　 It is difficult to get in and get out of the things department, and they are basically old officials who are more than ten years old.

　　 The oil and water are too rich, and there is no need to intrigue, and they have a good relationship with each other.

　　 The new Oiran girl Qingqing finished dancing on stage and changed into a troupe of opera, singing Zhang Cheng’s favorite "A Rare in Jinluan".

　　The drama is about the great patriarch, who is still a general in Fengyang, fighting against treacherous officials.

　　 Zhang Cheng listened to the singing and couldn't help humming, not weakening the famous actor on the stage.

　　 Zhou Yi drank several jars of wine, all of which were first-class aged wines, and his complexion was slightly grim.

　　 The stage play is happening when Taizu kills the lurking Fengyang imperial demon, but is wronged and imprisoned.

　　 Taizu wore shackles, and took a step at a time: "Speaking of ambitions to turn the corridors of the temple... Said that the heroes were in distress in eliminating demons, and they looked around at a loss..."

　　 I didn’t know the meaning of the song when I heard it at first, and then I was the one in the song.

　　 Zhouyi was preparing for a forty-five-degree angle, raising a glass to respect the past and chanting a poem, and a figure fell between him and Zhang Cheng.

　　 Except for a few Li Xun at the same table, the others are in the martial arts refining realm, and the drunkenness of the invigorating movement disappeared immediately, and a dozen pairs of eyes looked at the uninvited guest.

　　 "Ahem, want to live, don't look around!"

　　 Someone threatened: "I am the Wuzhou Huazhongxian, I don't want the whole family to die, so obediently!"

　　Wuzhou is one of the ten southern states. It is rich in plane trees. Legend has it that a fairy beast and phoenix once landed.

　　 Hua Zhongxian waved his sleeves, and his face immediately distorted, transforming from a little cream into a feminine youth, making a toast and toasting at the same table.

　　 Zhang Cheng's interest was interrupted by someone, and he was about to let some flower fairy turn into a flower to die, and someone entered the compartment.

　　 Li Hongling and Bai Yutang, one in Tsing Yi, the other in black.

　　 "Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

　　 Bai Yutang scanned everyone present, and shook his head slightly at Li Hongling.

　　 Li Hongling stepped forward and gave a salute: "Senior Zhang, excuse me."

　　 Zhang Cheng looked at it for a moment, then nodded and said, "Well, you are... the sixth girl from Lao Bajia, Hong Ling?"

　　 Hua Zhongxian, who was pretending to toast to drink, looked embarrassed, and finally opened the six doors to catch him, and fell into the pile of acquaintances.

　　 Huazhongxian's true qi is running, and he is about to take hostages. Suddenly he feels abdominal pain like cramping. The true qi rushes through the eight channels of the odd meridian, and the meridian ruptures and the repair is completely useless.

　　嘭!

　　 fell on the table in a daze~www.readwn.com~ Zhang Cheng grabbed Hua Zhongxian's head and asked, "What's the matter with this guy?"

　　 "Return to seniors, this is the first of the four great flower pickers in Wuzhou, who have been running around in Beijing recently."

　　 Li Hongling said: "Fortunately, Big Brother Bai saw through his traces and saved the innocent woman from being victimized."

　　 "The old man looks down on the flower thief the most!"

　　 Zhang Cheng grabbed the thief's hair and burned it on the copper wall of the hot pot, dispelling the extremely unpleasant burnt smell.

　　 "There are so many girls in Chunfeng Tower waiting to be nurtured, so they just go to harm the good family and not be the sons of man!"

　　 Zhou Yi and others looked at Hua Zhongxian's miserable appearance, and couldn't help but shudder. Old Zhang joked and joked in the usual way, and it made people scared to be cruel.

　　 Zhang Cheng threw the flower fairy out, making the girls and guests onlookers retreat with a miserable appearance.

　　 "The boy surnamed Bai, the old man thinks you are good, how about worshiping me as a teacher?"

　　 Bai Yutang looked blank, Li Hongling was full of joy, and took his hand and bowed to salute: "Meet the master."

　　 "Go away, when I have time, I will teach him spiritual practice."

　　 Zhang Cheng waved his hand, as if it was not an apprentice, but a burden.

　　 Zhou Yi was puzzled and asked: "Brother Zhang, why didn't you accept me as a disciple?"

　　 Zhang Cheng took a deep look at Zhou Yi, carefully looking up and down, left and right.

　　 "Not chic and handsome enough! Old Zhang was the most beautiful man in Kyoto back then, you still can't catch your eye!"

　　 Zhouyi's appearance is gray and middle-aged, with a little vicissitudes of life, so he has always been called Mr.

　　 The original face is an immortal, comparable to the reader master, can there be anyone in the world who is more handsome than the reader?

　　 Zhou Yi looked upset and shouted at the theater troupe on stage.

　　 "Go on playing music! Go on dancing!"