Chapter 10: Entering the Government

"Kid." Feng Zhi raised his eyes. "I heard Lin Lin say you have a good root bone. Are you still willing to practice martial arts after your injury heals?"

"I am willing, Officer Feng."

"Officer Shen, a good master." Feng Zhi pointed to Shen Yanping. "In terms of teaching disciples, he is indeed not as good as Lin Lin, but he has another great advantage here. Although Officer Shen serves in the Immortal Platform, he actually learned his art from Little Yunshan and is the ninth-generation direct descendant of the 'Rubbing Clouds' lineage."

Shen Yanping smiled bitterly gently: "I am really not successful, just barely listed in the master's sect. However, if Little Brother Pei doesn't mind, you can follow me to practice martial arts for three years. After the term expires, I can send you to the main mountain to study."

Seeing Pei Ye felt a warmth in his heart, moved his throat, and bowed in thanks: "Thanks to Officer Feng's care and Officer Shen's kindness, when the Dantian Seed recovers, I am willing to serve by Officer Shen's side."

Shen Yanping lifted him up and smiled: "There is no need to be so polite. You see, Officer Feng has always called me by my name directly. Even if you become a disciple in the future, we can still get along casually."

Seeing Pei Ye felt a sourness in his nose and could only bow again without words.

There might be Lin Lin's legacy in this, but the two adults' kindness was still beyond Seeing Pei Ye's expectations.

Recommending him to Shen Yanping, thereby climbing the path of Little Yunshan, was originally the future Lin Lin had planned for him back then.

Because the youth's talent was indeed like an awl in a bag.

But with the Dantian Seed damaged and recovery being remote, this plan had to be shelved temporarily. And now that Lin Lin had died an unnatural death, this path was completely blocked.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhi, who was rough and spoke in a loud voice, and had only met Seeing Pei Ye a few times, kept this matter in his heart and personally built a bridge to recommend him.

Officer Shen also didn't mind that he would be quite old after recovery and that his talent would no longer be outstanding, and actually accepted this matter, willing to try his best to send him to Little Yunshan, drawing a bright future for him many years later.

Practicing martial arts was a matter that could be as casual as one wanted, or as particular as one wanted.

For ordinary people starting to practice, the first lesson was always "What is martial arts." Whether it was a martial arts school, a family home, a sect, or an army, ordinary people started practicing. Casual people could just find someone who knew boxing and kicking to become a master, and there were always a few books of sword and fist manuals in the alleys, gangs, and mountain bandit strongholds. If a good family's youth wanted to practice martial arts, they would generally pay to join a martial arts school. Of course, there were good and bad martial arts schools. Above all the various ways of practicing martial arts was to join a famous sect holding the imperial golden book.

Not to mention those high and subtle martial arts, nor did it have to provide a future in the Immortal Platform, let alone the countless human resources and the vision and insight learned from being immersed in it. Even if they practiced the same set of basic fist paths every day, there was a far greater advantage in a large sect than in others.

It must be known that although martial artists who mixed in the Jianghu had their own specialties and were fierce and daring, they always had various problems and flaws. The root cause is that, first, there are no proper martial arts manuals. Even buying the most common "Tiger-Subduing Fist" might have errors or missing pages; second, there is no guidance from a master, or the master's level is just so-so, so practicing martial arts is inevitably half the effort with twice the result, and it is easy to make mistakes. Here the fist is an inch low, there the waist is an inch high, and accumulating it, it is full of loopholes; third, the situation is pressing, eager for quick success, and they cannot practice solidly. They might not see anything in daily fights, but when they encounter famous sects, they often collapse at the first touch.

The seedlings practiced in martial arts schools are quite consistent with the four words "standard and regular," and there are no big problems in the foundation. But compared to the disciples of large sects, they appear stiff and rigid, and when they really fight, they often can't beat the spicy Jianghu people. They are often waiting to be tempered and still need progress.

This pair of brother sects, Little Yunshan and Big Yunshan, although not the most top-notch layer, are already holy lands that countless people dream of. When the sect uniform is worn out, the respect that should be there will not be less.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the daylight darkened very early. About when the sun had just shifted west, Chang Zhiyuan, holding a staff and draped in a robe, finally walked into the courtyard gate. The old man's tied-up gray hair was a bit wet and messy, and he leaned against the door frame to catch his breath.

"I selected seven people who are most likely to be targets. If there are still people like the big-eared one and Lin Jue who are difficult to discover, it is temporarily beyond my power."

Seeing Pei Ye turned his head to look and saw that they were all teenagers found from the martial arts school. Their expressions were different, but they all carried a kind of bewildered anxiety. There were also two children who looked like they had just turned ten. They didn't understand what was going on and were still arguing in a low voice.

Seeing Pei Ye completely understood Chang Zhiyuan's dilemma. He wished he could concentrate all the people who might be victimized for protection, but whether the county government had the ability to protect them depended on Commander Jing's pace.

If more people were brought back, what should be done if those who didn't have to die were slaughtered by the criminals?

"This matter is not the key." Feng Zhi had already put on the heavy armor and handed a cup of tea to the old man. "I have an unexpected matter here. The person investigating the shoe prints reported that a man in a black robe really went to the tailor shop in the city to buy new shoes two days ago, which is exactly the pair of footprints at the head."

Chang Zhiyuan frowned. The enemy's calmness was clearly not good news for them.

Turning his head and saying in a deep voice: "Inspector Shen, has the soul bird reported back?"

Shen Yanping shook his head: "No, but it should be soon. The rain is inevitably a bit of an influence."

"Good, everyone go into the house." Chang Zhiyuan nodded. The old man was the weakest person present, but he was clearly the backbone of everyone.

Everyone walked into the house with rustling sounds. Chang Zhiyuan also picked up the long staff again and struggled to prop it on the ground, supporting his body to stand straight. But his legs, which had been trekking for a day, were even more sore after such a short rest. A step was a stagger, and Shen Yanping hurriedly supported him.

The old man smiled helplessly: "It really is 'the old lotus falls without needing the wind'."

Feng Zhi sat on the steps outside the door, with a large halberd leaning against the pillar, while Shen Yanping stood under the eaves holding his sword.

The "most dangerous period" mentioned before had arrived. Whether the other party intended to hold the last ritual on time, or had realized something was wrong and fled after killing Lin Lin, or they had more room for flexibility and intended to strike in advance before Commander Jing arrived?

Feng and Shen knew nothing, only guarding against everything around them like hawks.

Chang Zhiyuan brought Seeing Pei Ye and the other seven to a room in the backyard, lit a candle for them, touched the heads of the two children, and said warmly: "Everyone sit or lie down as you please. If you are hungry or thirsty, there are tea and snacks in the next room. Don't worry, calling everyone here is just in case. Stay here for one night, and you can go home when you wake up tomorrow morning."

After speaking, he exited the room. When closing the door, he looked at Seeing Pei Ye who had sent him out and said softly: "Little Pei, please take care of them."

The old man had visible exhaustion between his eyebrows. Seeing Pei Ye nodded: "Don't worry."

Returning to the room, the warm candlelight isolated the night rain in another world. Seeing Pei Ye found a seat among the seven people. As soon as he sat down, he bumped into a pair of bright eyes. ===== CHAPTER 11 =====