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Chapter 127 Brother, is that all? Not very harmful, but extremely insulting

The sky is clear blue and the sun is shining brightly.

Lu Zhan sat in the corridor of the Demon Suppression Bureau, with one leg folded up, leaning against the pillar as he opened a letter.

The letter was written on the finest rattan paper. As soon as he opened it, he could smell the fragrance of ink. The whole page was filled with the writing. The handwriting was as beautiful as flying phoenixes and the brush was as fast as shooting stars. When Lu Zhan took a look at it, it seemed as if he saw Xiao Chu sitting in front of the window and writing a reply.

"I have received your letter and am very grateful for your kindness. I apologize for the late reply..."

"Since returning to Beijing, I have been very busy and confused. I only realized how quickly time flies when I received your letter..."

Chu Wantang seemed to be in a good mood when she replied. She first praised his talent, then laughed heartily because of the story, and also mentioned the matter about the Prince of Qinghe and the Demon Suppression Bureau.

It was said that the emperor was furious and had made every effort to search for the remnants of Prince Qinghe's gang. Several big monsters were captured and all the officials who had contact with Prince Qinghe on a daily basis were questioned. All the nobles in Bian Jing were in danger. The guilt of Prince Qinghe had been determined and would be announced to the world soon. He would be beheaded in the autumn and the case would be closed.

It is also said that the Grand Master heard about his deeds in Jinling and admired him greatly. He hoped that he would continue to work hard and be transferred to Bianliang in the near future. It would be a wonderful thing if they met in Bianliang at that time to have a drink of wine and a cup of tea.

Lu Zhan's eyes moved downward. The back of the letter mentioned the matter of the Invitation to the Gods Festival, and reminded him implicitly that Chu Huaizheng was very bureaucratic, and gifts for the Invitation to the Gods Festival had to cater to the gods' preferences.

At the end of the letter, a green bamboo leaf was pasted, covering a line of small words: "I am grateful for your ginkgo fan and give you a green bamboo leaf. I don't like standing in the cold, but I like eating. I hope you take good care of yourself and see you soon."

"What a well-intentioned letter..." Lu Zhan was deeply touched by Xiao Chu's thoughtfulness, and also felt that she was very smart. She guessed that he would give gifts to his boss on the God-Summoning Festival, and specifically mentioned Chu Huaizheng's hobby in the letter.

It is true that I love bamboo, but what I love is not the adult bamboo, but the young bamboo.

Lu Zhan had heard about this before, but he was still grateful. He folded the letter, inserted the bamboo leaf into it, and put it into the spirit ring.

Even Xie Chunyan knows that Lao Chu likes to eat bamboo shoots. Presumably, everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau knows this. If one wants to please Lao Chu, one must think of some clever tricks.

If you want to be simple and rough, it would be appropriate to take out the fairy fruit brought out from the secret realm.

It’s not that Lu Zhan was reluctant to give up the immortal fruit, nor was it that he was reluctant to spend money. He simply felt that his intentions were not enough. He would rather spend the least money to give the most thoughtful gift, which would be more challenging.

Fortunately, there are a lot of foods related to bamboo shoots, and Lu Zhan has made a decision in his mind.

At this time, Xie Chunyan trotted over and said, "Guanqi, there is a man named Xu Zeli who wants to see you. He said he is an old acquaintance of yours and it seems that he has some problems at home and wants your help."

Lu Zhan: “?”

……

at that time.

Purple Mountain and Wanku Cave.

The south wind blows, and the sun shines over the green mountains. The grass on the Purple Mountain is green and the red candles in the caves are shedding tears and the fragrance is lingering.

Ramadan lay on the soft animal skin, her fair face charming and delicate, her slender body flexible and soft. She blew on her nails painted with bright red cardamom, narrowed her narrow eyes, and looked at the red shadow in the cave.

In the spacious cave, there stood a figure in red.

The figure was stained with blood, as if blood was flowing. The black hair was twisted and struggling like a long snake, the face was pale and distorted, the eyes were empty and terrifying, and the hands were ferocious like claws. She was neither a mortal nor a demon, but a female ghost.

A fishy smell spread from the female ghost's body, but was quickly covered by the seductive fragrance. The mixed smells were extremely strange.

"What do you think of the conditions I mentioned?" Ramadan picked up a round fan and waved it, asking slowly and without any fear.

The female ghost looked at her expressionlessly, her voice like a broken bellows: "You have seven or eight little ghosts, why do you have to let me use them for you?"

Ramadan smiled with her red lips and asked, "There are many ghost cultivators in the world, why do you have to marry an ordinary person? You even came to ask for the method of dual cultivation for that man."

"He is different." The female ghost stared at Ramadan with murderous intent.

Ramadan was still lazy: "Hehehe... Then you are different too. Although I have raised a few little ghosts, they are still little ghosts after all and cannot be used in public. If you are willing to work for me, you only need to send your yang energy once every three days, and I will ensure that your sweetheart is safe."

The female ghost said in a hoarse voice: "He is a human, I am a ghost, is your dual cultivation method really feasible?"

"What a joke!" Ramadhan's expression turned cold. She sat up suddenly, her black hair flying. "Looking at the nine provinces and ten lands, whose dual cultivation method can be compared with our Hehuan Sect? In the field of dual cultivation, our sect has hundreds of years of accumulation and can meet different needs. It's not a big deal for a mere human and a ghost."

The female ghost said nothing, but her brows were furrowed, as if she didn't like Ramadan talking. The black ghost aura was baring fangs and claws, and her scarlet dress was dripping with blood. The moment the blood hit the ground, it returned to her body again, as if there was a mysterious force pulling it.

Ramadan was not in a hurry, but just looked at the female ghost with determination.

After a long silence, the female ghost croaked, "Deal!"

Ramadan smiled charmingly and walked barefoot in the cave. Her smooth feet stepped on the cave floor, but she did not feel dirty. It was as if there was a stream of air wrapping around her small feet.

She walked up to the female ghost and took out the laurel bell hanging around her waist.

The female ghost raised her hand expressionlessly and reached towards the top of her head. A wisp of soul was grabbed out by her. Her face showed pain, but without any hesitation, she handed the soul to Ramadan.

Ramadan stuffed it into the laurel bell, took out a manual from his storage ring, and said, "This is a method for dual cultivation between humans and ghosts. It allows humans and ghosts to live together. When practicing this method during sex, it will not cause damage to the human body."

"That's great." After the female ghost took over the skills, her figure disappeared instantly.

After the fishy ghost aura drifted away, a man came out of the cave. The man had a calm and gentle expression on his face. He was wearing a moon-white robe embroidered with Buddhist verses. He looked at Ramadan expressionlessly.

"Junior Sister Zhaiyue, you are taking too much risks." The man looked at the place where the female ghost had been with disdain, waved his sleeves to disperse the ghost aura, and frowned, "That ghost is at the early stage of the Mysterious Realm, but you are only at the late stage of the Mortal Realm. Aren't you afraid that she will threaten you with your life when she gets angry?"

Ramadan chuckled, "Brother, you are worrying too much. The way our Hehuan Sect does things is well known to the world. We would rather die than live in disgrace. If she dares to threaten me, I would rather die than let her do what she wants."

The man frowned slightly, thinking that this very noble remark was not appropriate to describe the witch from the Hehuan Sect, but he did not refute it.

Ramadan approached, stood on tiptoe, and put his arms around the man's neck: "Brother, are you concerned about me? I haven't seen you for a long time. You seem to be much better. I am very happy."

"I'm here to tell you something serious." The man frowned and said calmly, "I just heard that the assassin you hired from the Qi Jue Sect is dead."

“What?!” Ramadhan’s delicate body trembled, and she didn’t care about flirting: “That bald donkey can only reach the peak of Tuimian at most. The Qijue Sect has always been cautious when sending assassins, so they will definitely send assassins from the Xuanmiao realm. How could that bald donkey not die? Does he have a magic weapon?!”

The man shook his head: "As far as I know, he has nothing, let alone magic weapons."

"That's really weird!" Ramadhan was furious. Her charming look was gone, and she was only angry: "Damn bald donkey, I couldn't even kill him!"

The man still looked elegant and calm: "The Seven Absolute Sect will not give up after losing an assassin, and will send other assassins to continue. Junior sister, there is no need to worry. With the Seven Absolute Sect involved, you will have more time to act."

Ramadan calmed down, paced back and forth barefoot, and thought: "This matter is not right, Bald Donkey definitely does not have this ability, otherwise I would have been beaten to death by him in Runzhou... Maybe..."

Ramadan raised his voice and glanced at the man: "Perhaps the Zen Sect has sent out a powerful figure to protect him."

"Impossible." The man denied again: "He is alone. Maybe there are other people helping him, but they are definitely not from the Chanyi Sect. This time I came down the mountain for this matter. If I have any clues, I will let you know."

Ramadan's anger subsided a little, and he twisted his waist and came over: "Brother, you are still good to me... In this case, let me thank you very much."

The man did not shirk responsibility like he did last time. Instead, he wanted to avenge his previous humiliation. His decadence last time was a loss of manly dignity, and he must make up for it this time.

He took a lot of tonics when he came, and had already made a plan in his mind. Although Ramadan could use him to practice, he could also use Ramadan vice versa. However, there was a huge gap between men and women in this matter, and he was always at a disadvantage.

But today he has made all the preparations, and he will surely be able to avenge his previous shame. If he performs well, he may be able to rely on the demon girl to become bigger and stronger, and become the strongest among the young disciples in the sect.

After half a stick of incense.

Ramadan looked indifferent: "Brother, that's it?"

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

The man who had been full of ambition just now suddenly became listless. He said, "I have something to do with the mountain sect, so I can't stay here any longer. I have no intention of doing these things. You should be careful."

After saying that, he put on his clothes and left in a hurry. His back was quick and decisive, concealing his vulnerability.

Ramadan stared at his back, a sneer on his lips, and practiced cross-legged.

The yang energy she absorbed from this man was much stronger than that of anyone she had met before. It wouldn't take long for her to reach the peak of the Mortal Realm.

Now with the help of the female ghost king of Xiaoluling, breaking into the mysterious realm is just around the corner.

If the sect's Lingyang Immortal Grass had not been stolen by that old fellow Dawo Immortal hundreds of years ago, the Hehuan Sect would not have declined so quickly.

Ramadan only found out some time ago that the immortal who made the nest was actually the immortal Zhenyuan. How hateful!

Presumably, the Lingyang Immortal Grass was planted in the secret realm. Unfortunately, the Hehuan Sect did not know that the Immortal Zhenyuan was the thief back then, otherwise they would have found a way to get the Lingyang Immortal Grass back even if rivers of blood flowed.

One Lingyang Fruit can make hundreds of people as strong as bulls. For the Hehuan Sect, which relies on dual cultivation, the benefits are self-evident.

"It's really hateful... Never mind, the Lingyang Immortal Grass is doomed to be lost... Now I just hope that damn bald donkey dies quickly..."

Ramadan gritted his teeth, hating it to the core.

……

The weeping crabapple tree also has flowers in summer, but they are not as lush as in spring. The demon-suppressing masters set up a long table under the crabapple tree and show off their elegance when they have nothing to do.

Xu Zeli was sitting at a long table with a pot of tea in front of him, but he didn't drink it. He didn't look as high-spirited as he had that day in the teahouse. He just looked timid and submissive.

"It's Brother Xu. I wonder what Brother Xu wants to talk to me about?" Lu Zhan lifted his robe and sat down, smiling and asked, "By the way, didn't Brother Xu follow the princess back to the capital?"

Xu Zeli looked at Lu Zhan's face with mixed feelings in his heart, thinking of how he was publicly humiliated by Lu Zhan in Wangyue Teahouse, but now he could only talk with a smile.

"My performance in the secret realm that day disappointed the princess, so..." Xu Zeli was ashamed. He wanted to be the princess's servant, but the princess didn't want him.

Lu Zhan smiled: "This is also expected. Although Brother Xu is a Confucian cultivator, he is only a Confucian cultivator in the early stage of the Mortal Realm. Even if he follows me to the secret realm, it will be useless."

Xu Zeli's mouth twitched, and he felt that Lu Zhan was being rude. It was obvious that he was just a discarded stepping stone... He forced a smile and said, "It's my incompetence, so don't blame others."

"really."

"..." Xu Zeli felt that Lu Zhan was not good at chatting, so he took a deep breath and said, "Brother Lu, I came here to ask for a favor. I recently encountered a rather difficult ghost, and I would like to ask Brother Lu for help."

It's a ghost again. There have been a lot of ghosts in Jinling recently. I wonder if it has anything to do with the witch from the Hehuan Sect... Lu Zhan asked, "Have you registered it in the case room?"

Although the Demon Suppression Bureau eliminates demons to serve the people, in the final analysis, most of the people who come to the Demon Suppression Bureau for work will pay for it.

It would be fine if he didn't give anything to the poor and helpless common people, but Xu Zeli would naturally give it to them.

"I gave it to you, I gave it to you..." Xu Zeli said with a stiff face, "No, I registered it. But I don't trust other people, so I want to ask Brother Lu for help."

With your mentality, you still think you are an evil cultivator... Lu Zhan inferred that today was also because of the Black Water Sect's matter, otherwise Xu Zeli would not want to see him... So he asked, "What's the matter?"

Xu Zeli breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly, "My family lives in Huali Village, Jinling. I left the village for many years because of studying. When I returned a few days ago, I learned that there was a female ghost wandering around the village."

"Brother Lu also knows that before we enter the Mysterious Realm, we are still somewhat inferior in exorcising demons. In addition, female ghosts are very good at hiding, so they are hard to find on weekdays. They only appear in the middle of the night, singing and dancing under the big tree at the entrance of the village, often disturbing the villagers passing by and causing panic."

"So I would like to ask Brother Lu for help. Can you help me get rid of this female ghost?"

Xu Zeli's eyes flickered with anticipation, fearing that Lu Zhan would refuse. If Lu Zhan refused, he would have to think of other ways to get close to Lu Zhan, which would be even more difficult.

Thinking of this, Xu Zeli added: "That female ghost is very beautiful!"

"How beautiful is it?" Xie Chunyan suddenly asked.

"Prettier than the courtesan in Hua Man Lou."

"Heh... do you think we are that kind of people?!" Xie Chunyan sneered and looked at Lu Zhan again: "Guanqi, what do you think?"

Lu Zhan thought for a moment and guessed that Xu Zeli had ulterior motives and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to do something… so he said, “Chun Ge, come with me.”

Xu Zeli was overjoyed and hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Brother Lu."

"No need to thank me. Your case has been reported to the Demon Suppression Bureau, so they will naturally take care of it." Lu Zhanzhan stood up and looked at the sky. "Let's go now. I have other things to do tomorrow. Let's try to resolve it as soon as possible."

Xu Zeli nodded: "Okay, okay!"

Xie Chunyan looked at Xu Zeli's lackey-like appearance and communicated with Lu Zhan with his eyes: "Why did you agree to watch the chess game so readily? Are you trying to imitate Zhuge Qingya and have feelings for the female ghost?"

Lu Zhan also signaled with his eyes: "Climb!"

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