I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

"Which academy should I study in, brother?"

The young man in blue shirt came over aggressively and asked.

Art requires state of mind and inspiration. Every time I think of the oiran farting, I want to tear up the painting.

Zhou Yi said: "If you haven't read a book, you are just a butcher."

Wang Hao whispered something to the blue-shirted young man, and his eyebrows and eyes suddenly relaxed.

"It turns out he's from the Demon Slayer Division. No wonder he doesn't like Miss Mingyue."

The blue-shirted young master cupped his hands and said, "I'm Wang Bo'an, and I'm teaching at Jixia Academy."

Jixia Academy is the first of the four universities in Daqian. He looks like he is only in his mid-twenties, but he is able to serve as a teacher there, which is considered to be an outstanding talent.

"Book of Changes, scribe of the Department of Monster Slaying and the Ministry of Things."

Zhou Yi's tone was a little cold.

Wang Bo'an obviously knew that the dancer on the stage was a vixen. Instead of rejecting her, he wholeheartedly pursued her.

After staying in the Demon Slaying Department for a long time and hearing too much about demons and cannibals, no matter how Zhou Yi controls his heart and treats people fairly, he will naturally dislike the demon clan.

There are indeed good people among the demon clan, but there are more people who break laws and disciplines. On the whole, they are in confrontation with the human race and compete for living space.

It is not unreasonable for people who are not from my race to have different minds.

Wang Bo'an straightened his clothes and sat opposite Zhou Yi, with his back straight and giving instructions in a teacher's voice.

"The Demon Slayer Division has always been biased against the demon clan. As the saying goes, the demon clan is no different from the human race. They also have parents. However, the Demon Slayer Division's blind killing has intensified the conflict between the two clans, which is detrimental to the stability of the country!"

"Um?"

A flash of light flashed through Zhou Yi's eyes, but he failed to see through Wang Bo'an's realm, which was covered by a layer of rich green aura.

Those with green energy indicate official luck, so there is also a saying that the person will rise to the top.

"What official position does Brother Wang hold in the court?"

"In the 45th year of Jingtai's reign, he was a Jinshi scholar and edited the Hanlin Academy."

"It turns out that Editor Wang was in person, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Zhou Yi immediately understood the source of his youthfulness. Hanlin editor was not an ordinary position. His job rank was only seventh or eighth grade, and his future was greater than that of the head of a county.

On weekdays, people are mostly involved in core government affairs, similar to the prince's secretary. If his official career goes well, he may become a cabinet minister.

Wang Bo'an said proudly: "I have been studying the demon clan for a long time and wrote a volume called "Ten Strategies for Annihilating Demons and Soothing the People." Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince favors..."

"I wonder who your father is, Brother Wang? What is his position?"

Zhou Yi directly interrupted Wang Boan.

"My father was the Minister of Rites at that time..."

Wang Bo'an replied subconsciously, and when he thought about it, his face suddenly turned red: "You... pickled the butcher, and the stupid people cannot be taught!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked away.

"Giggle."

Wang Hao, who was listening on the sidelines, finally couldn't help but laugh like a silver bell.

Zhou Yi said: "Girl, why don't you go and comfort me? Men also need to be coaxed."

"ah!"

Wang Hao screamed, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he ran away with his sleeves covering his face.

"Not too stupid."

As long as you cover your face, it's not me who's embarrassed.

Zhou Yi turned to look at the stage. The oiran Mingyue had finished dancing and invited several talented scholars to the stage to talk about poetry and songs.

"Who said this fox demon is not illegal..."

In Zhou Yi's spiritual eyes, he could clearly see wisps of yang energy gathering into the oiran's body.

Fox demons are yin and cold in nature and need to absorb yang energy to reconcile the demonic energy.

Among them, the fastest way is to communicate in depth, the second is to suck the blood of women, and the third is to use charm skills to arouse desires like an oiran, peel off cocoons, and gather sand into a tower.

No matter what, the Daqian Law strictly prohibits the demon clan from absorbing Yang Qi for cultivation.

Zhou Yi waited until it was almost time to see Zhang Cheng coming down from upstairs, so he left and returned to the inn.

Early the next morning.

Zhang Cheng came unexpectedly in the morning and saw that Zhou Yi was already on duty, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"How did you feel yesterday?"

"I gained a lot of knowledge."

Zhou Yi kept transcribing in his hand: "I just don't feel good about the oiran."

It was the first time in two lives to experience the world of mortals. Given Chunfeng Tower's status in Kyoto, it was considered a top club in the previous life. I didn't know which way the door was opening.

"Oiran Mingyue, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Cheng skillfully poured water and made tea, and a warm fragrance hit his nose, which actually dissipated a lot of the coldness underground.

The common people in Zhouyi did not understand the art of tea ceremony. Seeing Zhang Cheng's movements and gestures of making tea, they were simple, natural, and not formal, which made people feel comfortable and made up their mind to learn from him in the future.

Zhou Yi considered his sentence and said: "The ones born by Oiran Mingyue are very similar to those in the torture chamber."

Zhang Cheng glanced at Zhou Yi in surprise: "It's such a pity for such a high spiritual awareness. There is indeed a problem with the oiran, and it cannot be easily dealt with."

He said and handed over a teacup: "Have a taste."

"Thanks."

Zhou Yi asked doubtfully: "So, the Demon Slayer Division knows about this?"

"Whenever demons are involved in Kyoto, there is nothing that the Demon Slayer Division doesn't know about!"

Zhang Cheng took advantage of the heat and elaborated: "But according to Daqian law, there is no requirement to kill monsters that do not harm people."

Zhou Yi smelled the aroma of tea and felt that his soul felt comfortable. He followed Zhang Cheng's example and sipped it slowly, feeling a stream of hot air rush into his brain.

The spiritual energy in the tea slowly nourishes the soul and consciousness, as if you are in a state of confusion and wakefulness, just before you are drunk.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "Good tea, it actually makes me feel tipsy."

"That's natural. How else would it be called Zui Chungui?"

Zhang Cheng carefully put away the one-inch-high, thumb-thick tea can, and said proudly: "This is collected from a few female trees in Baiyun Temple. If we weren't so proud, no one else could even smell it."

"Lao Zhang, can the demon clan live in Daqian without breaking the law?"

Zhou Yi thought of the little fox Feng Ling'er hidden in his sleeve. It seemed that he had not broken any laws, and besides, he was half human.

The half-human, half-demon soul is manifest, and half is based on the strength of the parents' blood. Feng's father is just an ordinary scholar, so Feng Ling'er's soul is only in the shape of a fox.

"What? Do you still want to raise a fox girl?"

Zhang Cheng winked and laughed like a man, and then sighed regretfully: "Don't even think about it. If that fox didn't have a backer, he would have skinned it and made it into a scarf for the nobles."

Zhou Yi suddenly understood that all the monsters with backgrounds in Journey to the West were taken away, and the monsters without backgrounds were beaten to death with sticks.

The Monkey King, the Monkey King, all has his own background to conquer demons, not to mention the Demon Slayer Division.

Seeing Zhou Yi's silence, Zhang Cheng drank all the spiritual tea in the cup, then gently tapped the table and hummed along with it.

"It's about ambition to save the temple, but it's empty-handed and passionate, but the monster has not been killed. It's about a hero who is slaying demons and is in danger. He looks around and feels confused.

Sigh, what's the use of traveling around the world? It's better to go back, go back!

There’s a monster in front of you, catch it quickly—"

The coloratura is tactful and the charm is long.

Zhou Yi's face was full of astonishment, calligraphy, tea ceremony, singing, Lao Zhang was like an old man with treasures.

If you think about it carefully, you can understand that practitioners live long lives, and most of them are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, drinking and tea. Only poetry requires more talent, which cannot be accumulated over time.

Singing music, tasting tea, drinking wine, brothel...

Zhou Yi didn't know about the lives of other upper-level third-level masters. At least Zhang Cheng lived an extremely nourishing life. He occasionally sighed about his heroic old age, and then rolled into a pile of beauties in the blink of an eye.

I had promised Zhou Yi to perform the Zhuang Gong, but I don’t know whether I forgot it or deliberately couldn’t remember it, so there was no follow-up.