bookbashuk Chapter 310 White Dragon Fish Clothes
Chapter 310 White Dragon Fish Clothes
Chapter 310 White Dragon Fish Clothes
The sky is vast and white clouds are floating.
Chu Chen galloped on the official road with his feet on the ink treasure spirit horse.
On this trip, he was not alone, and his colleague Qian Sangua was also with him.
Qian Sangua rode a donkey transformed from a magic talisman.
The destination of his trip was similar to that of Chu Chen, so the two of them took up the post together.
"Brother Chu, when I arrive in Xin'an County, I don't know the place where I live, so you have to take care of my brothers."
Qian Sangua bowed to Chu Chen.
He had heard from Wang Ping that a year ago, Chu Chen followed his master to practice in the Department of Ghosts and Gods in Xin'an County. more familiar than him.
Chu Chen smiled.
After this performance appraisal, Daoist Qingyun, the head of the Xin'an County Ghost and God Division, was transferred to a certain courtyard of the County Ghost and God Division as the team leader.
The county governor is at the same level as the leader of the Fourth Hospital of the County Ghost and God Division, but the two cannot be compared.
It's not that Qingyun Taoist is not good at handling errands, and the county ghost and gods are dissatisfied, but Qingyun Taoist is a local monk in Xin'an.
It is impossible for the Celestial Court to allow the powerful local monks behind it to take charge of the affairs of Xin'an demons and gods for a long time.
Taoist Qingyun was transferred away, which was expected.
This time, it was Qian Sangua who took over as the governor of Xin'an County.
"I should have entrusted you to take care of it. I have a good friend who is at the Ghost and God Division in Xin'an County. You should help take care of it when the time comes."
Qian Sangua was overjoyed: "I am not familiar with the place where I live, and I happen to be short of manpower. Chu Chen, you are really timely."
Talking and laughing, the two hurried to Xin'an County.
An hour later.
Taoist Qingyun, Zen Master Liaokong, Huang Mei, Huang Fugui and others greeted them with great grandeur.
Just like last year, everyone welcomed Daoist Xu Ping and Chu Chen.
But, in the blink of an eye, things changed.
Seeing the young faces of Chu Chen and Qian Sangua, everyone was deeply moved.
It's okay to talk about Qian Sangua, after all, they are not familiar with him, and they are used to hearing that he is a disciple of the Dapai.
But Chu Chen grew up under their noses.
A year ago, Chu Chen was just a Taoist boy who had just entered the Tao.
In a blink of an eye, he became successful in cultivating Taoism, and he became a Master of Yuanhua, a Master of Immortals, and was promoted to the Supervisor of Ghosts and Gods in Yunlin, a neighboring county. In charge of the affairs of one side of demons and gods.
All of this is like a dream, which makes people feel unreal.
Chu Chen was also quite sad in his heart. After saying hello to his former colleagues and having a banquet, he left in a hurry and did not stay in Xin'an County for long.
After all, it was Qian Sangua who took office in Xin'an this time, so he couldn't steal the limelight from Sangua.
The person who sent Chu Chen away was none other than Fugui.
"Brother Chu, I was not mistaken at the time. You are not a creature in the pool, you can turn into a dragon when you encounter a storm!"
Huang Fugui was quite emotional, with a signature silly smile on his face,
"Fugui, I am not what I used to be! Why don't you praise me, I have been promoted to the seventh rank, and I have also learned the Sleeping Immortal Art, which is amazing!"
Xiao Guizai was also quite happy to see an acquaintance.
"Congratulations, congratulations~"
Huang Fugui touched the little ghost with a smile, and handed over five sticks of soul-benefiting letter incense.
"Thank you, Brother Fugui!"
When the little ghost boy saw that there was a reward, his mouth immediately became sweeter. He just called Fugui directly, but now he has become senior brother Fugui.
"Little snob!"
Chu Chen was quite speechless, but he ignored it, but smiled at Huang Fugui and said:
"Fugui, you're not bad either. If I'm not mistaken, you're probably going to be promoted to the eighth rank soon, right?"
"Hey~ Brother Chu has good eyesight!"
Huang Fugui smiled foolishly: "I have had my natal immortal family for a long time, and my cultivation seems to be enlightened. My Taoism is improving very quickly, and my goal is not high. When I am promoted to the seventh-rank Taoism like Brother Chu, I will be satisfied."
"Definitely!"
The two rode slowly, you said a word, I said a word, talking about their recent experiences, and had a good chat.
However, during the conversation, Chu Chen keenly felt that Huang Fugui had something on his mind.
"Fugui, have you been dissatisfied with your recent work in the Ghost and God Department of Xin'an County?"
"Brother Chu, you understand me." Huang Fugui smiled embarrassedly: "It's not that I don't like what I do, but that I don't want to stay by my uncle's side all the time, alas, working with relatives and elders is sometimes very tiring. "
Chu Chen has been a human being for two lifetimes and can understand the thoughts of wealth.
It must be uncomfortable working with elders in the family.
The elders are used to being "adults" at home, and they often don't respect your opinions, and it's normal to be wronged.
The older they grow up and the more they pursue independence, the more obvious the contradiction between the two sides becomes.
Sometimes, when the wings are stiff, you have to go out and venture out.
Chu Chen smiled and patted Fugui on the shoulder, saying:
"Then hang out with me. When I get to Yunlin County and settle down, I'll find a chance to transfer you there!"
Huang Fugui was waiting for this sentence, grinning:
"Okay! Brother Chu, then I will wait for the good news."
Fu Gui sent him five miles away, then he stopped and watched from a distance until Chu Chen's figure disappeared.
Traveling alone, Chu Chen did not put away the calligraphy and spirit horse gifted by the scholar for the sake of traveling, and performed the technique of riding the clouds and driving the fog, but slowly walked the road that his master Xu Pingdao took him.
Well, the point is to go to the small village at the junction of Xin'an County and Yunlin County.
Chu Chen found out later that the village was called Yunlu Village, and there were many deer in the mountains, hence the name.
Mo Bao Lingju's foot strength is not bad, and he reached the junction of the two counties in a short time.
Chu Chen took the spirit horse casually, used the concealment and escape method, restrained his Taoism cultivation, and showed others with the ninth-grade Taoism cultivation.
Speaking of which, Chu Chen is only twenty years old, and last year he was just a Taoist boy who had not entered the Tao. Now he will be able to practice the Ninth Grade Taoism, which seems very harmonious.
Even if Lushan God was face to face, he would definitely not doubt anything.
This time, Chu Chen paid a private visit in a white dragon fish suit and micro suit.
He wanted to see if the Deer Mountain God was still as arrogant and arrogant as he was back then.
The rice fields are criss-crossed, the narrow paths are small, and the young seedlings that have just been sown are blowing up with the wind.
Smoke billows from the villages in the distance, and dogs bark from time to time.
"Brother~ This place is so familiar, haven't we been here before~!"
The little ghost sat on Chu Chen's shoulder and looked around curiously.
"We came with Master last time."
Chu Chen made a perfunctory statement. It wasn't that he was annoyed by the little ghost, but that his spiritual eyes saw a group of villagers gathered around the roadside, discussing a lot, and looked anxious.
"problem occurs?"
Chu Chen cast the spell [Borrowing ground to increase steps], his figure was erratic, and his feet were amazing.
In the blink of an eye, he came to the crowd.
Chu Chen wore a Taoist robe, and his body had a dusty air, quite the demeanor of a Taoist master.
His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.
"Xiao Daoist, is that you?"
Chu Chen didn't speak yet.
An old man moved away from the crowd, touched the tears in his eyes, and walked to Chu Chen's side in three steps at a time.
"Little Daoist, it's great that you're here! I lost my cow again!"
Chu Chen was taken aback:
"Lost again?"
The old man nodded again and again, and said, "This time I really lost it."
(End of this chapter)