Chapter 425: Seeing Girlfriends

Xu Qing's mind stirred.

In the past, when he returned from duty, Ding District Ten was always very lively, with the sound of Shan Hezi and Wang Chen bickering constantly. But today, Shan Hezi was unusually sitting cross-legged on the square.

He was actually cultivating.

His expression was incomparably solemn, and even carried obvious persistence, as if he were using his actions to tell everyone that he, Shan Hezi, was a person of firm will, and even though he was in prison, he had not forgotten to cultivate.

Any place could be a place for him, Shan Hezi, to temper his own character.

As for Wang Chen, his main body had also come out of the coffin. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the cage, his expression incomparably serious, his hands gripped tightly, as if he were repenting for his mistakes.

He even controlled his Yanmiao tribe avatar to hold a brush outside, writing articles on the walls of the cage.

The articles were lengthy and eloquent, all speaking of words recognizing his own mistakes. Combined with his expression, it gave people a feeling of writing out his inner thoughts and diligently reflecting.

Whoever saw it would feel that he had put his heart into it.

And there was Kong Xianglong.

He was even more exaggerated. At this moment, although he was also sitting cross-legged in his own cage, he was facing the wall in reflection, with his back to the outside, and words of repentance were coming out of his mouth loudly.

"Ye Ling, I feel that this time my mistake is too deep. Although the Palace Master locked me up for a month, I feel it is not enough. I want to punish myself; I cannot let the old man down."

"Come, Ye Ling, you beat me on behalf of the Palace Master. Only by doing this every day will my heart feel a little better."

Amidst his words, Kong Xianglong's expression was also changing—sometimes repentant, sometimes indignant, sometimes sighing, sometimes impassioned.

These various emotions expressed his inner intention to reflect on his mistakes vividly.

Ye Ling held a stick and stood behind Kong Xianglong, nodding with a serious little face.

"Being able to realize your mistakes shows that you, Big Brother Kong, have grown. You were too impulsive in the past, and I also have things I did wrong. Let's criticize and supervise each other."

As she spoke, Ye Ling fiercely whipped the stick in her hand onto Kong Xianglong's back. The sound was very loud, spreading in all directions.

Seeing this scene, Xu Qing lowered his head and walked silently into his own cage, took out a bamboo slip and an iron stylus, and then took out the shackles and put them on himself very naturally.

His movements were very practiced, as if he did this every time he came back.

After putting on the shackles, Xu Qing's expression revealed seriousness, and he held the iron stylus to carve the Sword-Holder's precepts onto the bamboo slip.

Over and over again, as if repeating this process every day, in order to recognize his mistakes.

It gave people a feeling of seemingly carving onto the bamboo slip, but actually carving into his mind.

Especially since only he was wearing shackles, this highlighted his strictness toward himself even more.

Just like that, time passed bit by bit. An hour later, a cold snort echoed in this cell.

"Like a bunch of monkeys, quite clever, huh."

Following the echo of the voice, the Palace Master's figure appeared on the square. Shan Hezi raised his head in a daze, and after seeing the Palace Master clearly, he hurriedly paid his respects with a look of repentance.

Wang Chen also stood up hurriedly, bowed to the Palace Master in the cage, and opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but in the end, it all turned into repentance on his expression.

Kong Xianglong and Ye Ling were the same, and Xu Qing was the same.

Following everyone's respects, the Palace Master stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over them one by one.

"You have some ability."

"Completing a reception mission, you actually chased and killed a Black-Clad Guard to the border!"

"Since your energy is so abundant, then I will add some burdens to you. Shan Hezi, after you get out of prison, take on the work of the Law Enforcement Office as well. Go and catch people."

"Wang Chen, don't you like sleeping in a coffin? After you get out of prison, take on a night patrol as well."

"Ye Ling, you too. The Inspection Division needed people some time ago; go and take on a concurrent post."

"Kong Xianglong, don't you have trouble remembering the Sword-Holder regulations? After you go out, take on the post of Discipline Hall Walker, specifically responsible for disciplining those who do not follow the rules."

"And Xu Qing, since you have so much energy, go and suppress Ding One later, and take on the post of a District C jailer as well."

The Palace Master spoke indifferently, his voice echoing in the cell.

Everyone lowered their heads, putting on the appearance of having deeply realized their mistakes.

"In addition, I will give you another secret mission. You can investigate it after you get out of prison."

"Information from a spy says that recently, many immortal puppets of the Near-Immortal tribe have appeared within the Sheng Lan tribe. It is suspected that the Near-Immortal tribe is secretly trading war materials with the Sheng Lan tribe. This matter is quite sensitive. You few should each use your own methods to investigate secretly within the capital."

"Whoever can find evidence, I will give them a second-class war merit, plus 500,000 military merits."

Xu Qing's eyes lit up instantly, and Kong Xianglong and Shan Hezi and the others were the same, each with light shining in their eyes.

500,000 military merits was already a huge amount, not to mention that there was actually a war merit given!

Obtaining war merits was extremely difficult; normally, it was impossible to obtain them, unless it was the kind of mission with a nine-in-ten chance of death.

And until now, only Kong Xianglong possessed a third-class war merit, and that was something he had exchanged for by risking his life to sneak into the Sheng Lan tribe, nearly losing half his life.

But now, as long as they found evidence of the Near-Immortal tribe trading with the Sheng Lan tribe, they could obtain a second-class war merit. Everyone was strongly tempted.

Seeing the light in Xu Qing and the others' eyes, the Palace Master nodded slightly, stopped speaking, and turned to leave.

After he left, the cell fell into silence.

Everyone looked at each other, seeing the desire for war merits in each other's eyes. Afterward, each took a deep breath, returned to their original positions, continued to sit cross-legged, continued to repent, and continued to carve words.

Until another hour passed, Kong Xianglong coughed.

"Gone."

Shan Hezi let out a long breath and lay down directly.

Wang Chen's Yanmiao tribe avatar dissipated, and his main body sighed at length. Having pretended for so long, he felt his expression was about to stiffen.

Ye Ling also put away the stick and went up to apply medicine to Kong Xianglong with heartache. Kong Xianglong didn't care about this small injury, took out a jar of wine, drank a large mouthful, and his expression was somewhat proud.

"Fortunately, my reaction was fast, otherwise we would have been in trouble this time. I guessed that the Palace Master would definitely launch a surprise attack."

"Xu Qing's response was also very effective. Although the Palace Master also knows what we are like, he is too rigid and speaks of rules in everything, so on the surface, we still have to make a gesture."

Kong Xianglong instinctively looked around; every time he spoke ill of the Palace Master, he felt a bit guilty.

Xu Qing took off the shackles on his body, walked out of the cage, looked at everyone, and pondered about the Near-Immortal tribe in his heart.

Wang Chen also ran over and spoke in a low voice.

"Big Brother Kong, how did you know the Palace Master was coming earlier?"

"I naturally have my own methods, it's a secret." Kong Xianglong laughed.

"A secret? Then forget it. By the way, Big Brother Kong, are you familiar with the Near-Immortal tribe?" Wang Chen didn't care too much about the reason and asked about the Near-Immortal tribe.

"I'm not very familiar with the Near-Immortal tribe, but I think the immortal puppet matter can be done, but the difficulty of this matter is not small." Kong Xianglong shook his head.

"Could it be related to our last mission? Could the real intelligence passed back from the last reception mission be this matter?" Shan Hezi climbed up and said in surprise.

"It shouldn't be that simple." Xu Qing heard this and spoke softly.

"Regardless of whether it is intelligence or not, the Near-Immortal tribe has gone too far. As war resources, immortal puppets are actually secretly sold to the Sheng Lan tribe!" Ye Ling revealed a cold glint in her eyes.

"Thinking too much now is useless. After we go out, let's each unfold our methods to investigate first." Kong Xianglong pondered for a moment, and everyone discussed it again before resting separately.

Half a month passed in a flash.

At noon this day, the sky outside was dim, and heavy rain was pouring. The time to get out of prison had arrived.

As the cell door was opened, Shan Hezi was the first to rush out with a longing for the outside world, followed by Wang Chen.

Kong Xianglong and Ye Ling were not in a hurry, and Xu Qing was even more indifferent. Anyway, during this month, his life had basically not changed much.

"I hope that next time we come in, we can still be together." Outside the Prison Division, Kong Xianglong looked at Xu Qing with emotion.

Xu Qing was just about to speak when he suddenly looked into the distance.

There, a woman's figure was standing in the rain curtain holding an oil-paper umbrella. A long purple dress moved with the wind, like a violet in the rain.

With elegance and gentleness, she was waving at Xu Qing.

It was the Immortal Zixuan.

Noticing that someone had come to pick up Xu Qing, Kong Xianglong left with Ye Ling. Before leaving, he took a few more looks at Zixuan, and then looked at Xu Qing, seemingly seeing something, so he winked and wanted to say something but was dragged away by Ye Ling.

Xu Qing hesitated for a moment, then walked toward Zixuan. As soon as he approached, a maid beside Zixuan came to greet him with an umbrella, sent him to Zixuan's side, and left with the umbrella.

"Immortal."

Xu Qing bowed. He knew the other party didn't like being called Senior, but he felt it was strange to call her by name, so he simply changed the form of address.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, Zixuan looked at Xu Qing, smiled gently, and handed the umbrella in her hand to Xu Qing.

The moment Xu Qing took it, Zixuan naturally moved closer to him, making the two figures under one umbrella.

Today, she clearly had some makeup on. Her hair was coiled up, her exquisite little face was flawless, and her already beautiful face had a few more colors than usual. The whole person looked generous and heroic.

"Let's go." Zixuan smiled.

Because Zixuan was too close, Xu Qing's body was instinctively a bit stiff. He looked at the sky, not knowing where the other party wanted him to go.

"Accompany me to see two girlfriends. Didn't I tell you before? Did you forget?"

Seeing Xu Qing's confusion, Zixuan chuckled, her beautiful eyes carrying a strange glint.

Such phoenix-eye charm, falling on anyone, would make people's heartbeats accelerate involuntarily.

Xu Qing hurriedly lowered his head and walked forward with Zixuan.

Under the umbrella, the two, one in a purple dress, one in a white robe.

Although the colors were distinct, in the wind and rain, their sleeves lifted and overlapped, seemingly weaving into a beautiful picture.

They went far away, stepped into the air, and went to the capital, to the Apricot Blossom Pavilion in the city.

The Apricot Blossom Pavilion was not a restaurant, but an exquisite private courtyard. Inside were pavilions, ponds, and water pavilions, reflected among green pines and cypresses. Looking at it in the rain curtain, it had a unique charm.

There were also rockeries, flower beds, bonsai, vines, and green bamboo dotted among them, full of exquisiteness.

At this moment, outside the four-corner pavilion in the center of the courtyard, dozens of maids stood holding umbrellas. Each one was beautiful and overflowing with youthful breath, which also highlighted the three women sitting in the pavilion.

These three women were all rare beauties in the world.

One woman wore a blue-green Daoist robe, with bright eyes and white teeth. At this moment, a long flute was close to her lips, and bursts of melodious flute sounds echoed, drifting in the wind and rain. Her expression was beautiful and full of ease.

One woman wore a water-blue long dress, with a silk ribbon of the same color tying her green hair, setting off her icy skin and jade bones, sitting carefully to the side.

Judging from her behavior, she seemed to be a junior.

Her jade fingers plucked the strings lightly, cooperating with the flute sound, the zither and flute harmonizing, like a xun and a chi.

There was also a woman in gorgeous palace attire, revealing grace, but her pretty face was as clean as a lotus, and her expression revealed indifference, as if she was not stained with a trace of dust in this mundane world.

She sat in the main seat, the corners of her mouth raised in a shallow smile. At this moment, her head was slightly raised, looking at the figure walking from afar, and she spoke softly.

"Sister Zixuan, long time no see."

At the end of her gaze, under the oil-paper umbrella, the figures of Zixuan and Xu Qing were approaching.

And as the palace-attired woman's words came out, the two women beside her also stopped playing one after another. The flute-playing Daoist-robed woman smiled, revealing intimacy when looking at Zixuan.

But the water-blue-dressed woman who looked like a junior, after seeing the two walking over, especially after her beautiful eyes landed on Xu Qing, her fingers paused, and a touch of complexity appeared in her expression.

She was Yao Yunhui.

I haven't been positive yet, reporting safety to everyone.

I want to ask, how many people are like me and haven't been positive yet? Everyone, come and report, I want to see how many are left after a week.