Minglong

Chapter 445 I, Jiang Xian, have never needed your instructions in my life!

The streets were bustling with people, and a few constables were patrolling the restaurants and teahouses.

Yang Dabiao, who had been promoted to commander of a thousand households, sat in a teahouse wearing the red robe of the Red Scale Guard and chatted casually with Fiji:
"Monk Jibei, this place..."

Do you have any chicken?

"Get out of here! Who would think about those things in broad daylight..."

……

On the distant street, Linghu Qingmo, who is always a workaholic, did not rest and continued to supervise his subordinates on patrol.

Now serving as a constable in the Crimson Guard, Linghu Qingmo wears a red robe embroidered with a qilin pattern, a black gauze hat, and a sword at her waist, looking like a valiant and heroic female constable.

However, even the most dutiful woman will inevitably feel uneasy when her boyfriend comes back.

Linghu Qingmo strolled along the street, occasionally glancing at the sky to see if he could spot Ah Huan's flight.

But after searching secretly for a long time, she didn't find anyone in the sky. Instead, her vision went black as someone covered her eyes and then carried her into an alley.

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Linghu Qingmo's expression changed slightly, and he immediately gripped the hilt of his sword. However, sensing the familiar male presence behind him, he paused again, only coldly saying:

"Xie Jinhuan! How dare you!"

"Hehe~ Lord Linghu, your clothes are really beautiful. And look at this fat-headed Qilin, it's huge, huge, huge~~~"

Stab la la——

Xie Jinhuan was just about to help Momo lighten her load when she was jolted by an electric shock, leaving her somewhat helpless:
"Haven't seen me in so long, and you want to beat me up as soon as we meet?"

Linghu Qingmo removed the blindfold, and only after confirming that no one was in the alley did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief and quickly straighten his clothes.
"We are on official business now and need to be mindful of the court's image. If you want to... reminisce, we can talk about it when we get back."

Xie Jinhuan knew that Mo Mo was a very upright person, so she didn't make things difficult for her. Instead, she took Mo Mo's hand and walked with her in the alley.
"What are they inspecting? Has another case broken out?"

Linghu Qingmo didn't back down, but his gaze remained furtive, as if afraid of being seen.
"I heard you're returning to the capital soon. How could petty thieves dare to defy the wind and commit crimes? They're just conducting routine patrols to prevent anyone from spreading rumors and inciting the witchcraft followers to rebel. You should go back first. I'm the leader of the team, and it wouldn't be good for me to leave my post without permission. Go back after the court session ends."

Upon seeing Mo Mo, how could Xie Jinhuan possibly turn and leave? Thinking for a moment, he took out the imperial 'Demon-Suppressing Token' from his robes and solemnly declared:
"I am now dispatching you in the name of the Imperial Observatory to the Marquis of Danyang's residence to protect Her Highness the Princess. Your current affairs will be handled by Yang Dabiao..."

?

Linghu Qingmo was taken aback, then pressed down the sign:

"You're abusing your power, aren't you?"

Xie Jinhuan was self-righteous and assertive:
"This is a normal dispatch; does Lord Linghu intend to disobey orders?"

"..."

Linghu Qingmo wasn't under Xie Jinhuan's jurisdiction, but the celestial official held the Demon-Suppressing Decree and had the authority to mobilize all available manpower. She couldn't really disobey, so she stomped on her boyfriend's foot and turned to follow him back.

"I'm going to escort Ling'er before the end of the official business, so you still can't act recklessly..."

Before she could finish speaking, she noticed her boyfriend touching the hem of her crimson robe, and his gaze immediately darkened!
Xie Jinhuan shook his head and chuckled, slightly restraining himself, and asked:

"How's your flying sword practice going lately? Have you encountered any problems?"

Linghu Qingmo had been working very hard to catch up with the main group, and with the special care of Master Qixia, who had given her many rare and precious herbs, her progress was considerable. At this moment, with a flick of her right hand, a small flying sword flew out from her sleeve and circled around the two of them as if it were alive.

"I've got the general idea, but things are calm in the capital, so there's no opportunity for real combat. Next time... um..."

Xie Jinhuan understood what he meant and, holding his hand, said:

"We're going to the Southern Frontier in a few days. Our opponent will be Ancestor Sikong. It's much less risky than Beiming Lake. You can use the Gu Poison Sect's fodder for practice then."

Linghu Qingmo was clearly delighted to see this, but worried that Ah Huan might get carried away, so he didn't dare to show too much excitement, and simply moved a little closer:
"Hmph~ Don't worry, I definitely won't hold you back..."

boo...

Xie Jinhuan turned around and bit Da Momo, who was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back.

The two joked and played around for a short while before arriving on the main street.

Xie Jinhuan chatted idly with a smile, when halfway there he saw a large new shop that had opened on the street. Well-dressed martial artists stood guard around the perimeter, and a plaque reading "White Tiger Hall" hung outside the building, with couplets on either side.
Even with two Baos leading the charge, Huan could not be shaken; even in defeat, two generations of heroes could not shake Huan's spirit...

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When Xie Jinhuan saw the tattered couplet, he felt that Bao Fei, that little bastard, probably understood the ambiguity of the name and was deliberately using puns to attract attention. But if you really wanted to be stern, there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Linghu Qingmo, having spent so much time with Ah Huan and Ling'er, was inevitably influenced by them. When he saw words like "White Tiger Hall," "Double Bao," and "Two Generations," he couldn't help but think of a certain icy female sword immortal who wished to remain anonymous...

Linghu Qingmo's eyes flickered; he wanted to speak but didn't want to say it outright, so he glanced at the cold-faced Ah Huan:
"What are you thinking about?" "Hmm?"

Xie Jinhuan felt that she and Mo Mo were on the same wavelength and thought the same thing, so she chuckled:

"What Miss Mo is thinking is what I am thinking."

"Color embryo!"

Linghu Qingmo immediately gave Xie Jinhuan a slap, her face flushed as she ran ahead.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing that Mo Mo had admitted to overthinking, Xie Jinhuan couldn't be insensitive and stepped forward to take her hand.
"You must be exhausted after a few days of patrolling, right? Come on, let's go home. I'll give you a shoulder massage and a back rub to help you relax..."

"I don't..."

"Then can you massage it for me..."

"You think beautifully..."

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Sunrise and sunset, and before we knew it, it was dusk.

On the banks of the Fengyi River, a two-story building is bathed in the setting sun, its interior quiet and still.

The ocarina that Ah Huan once gifted is still on the display shelf. In addition, there are many more books, such as "The Prodigal Lu Wuzhen" and "The Amorous History of Wei Wuyi", all of which are brand new books that Xiao Biao has never seen before!
Inside the bedroom, with its hanging silk curtains, everything was neatly arranged. The wardrobe contained many brand-new dresses, and a calligraphy scroll hung on the wall that read:

I want to be a fairy!
Jiang Xian lay between the sand curtains, waking up groggily, and habitually stretched:

"Mwah~ I'm sleeping so soundly... Wait, how did I fall asleep?!"

Jiang Xian suddenly woke up, a look of confusion on her face. She first looked around the completely unfamiliar room, then carefully recalled her experiences before falling asleep:

After helping Lord Huo Yi deal with Chao Chitai, we rested in the palace and prepared to go to Beiming Lake to capture the Immortal Demon...

The notebook was smeared by an invisible hand, and in anger, she ran over and kissed Young Master Xie...

The notebook was restored to its original state, but then I lost all memory of it...

……

Where did I end up?
Is this still the royal palace?

Jiang Xian looked completely bewildered. She got up, opened the window, and saw the majestic imperial city on the other side of the river. A look of surprise flashed across her eyes: 'Have I traveled through time?'
After looking around and finding no one else in the room, Jiang Xian reached into her bosom and took out "Xian'er's Diary" to examine it.

Having learned from the previous experience, the messages in this diary entry were much gentler, but the general meaning remained the same: assigning tasks.

1. On the table is the robe of a centurion of the Crimson Scale Guard. From now on, you will be a centurion of the Wan'an Thousand-Household Office of the Crimson Scale Guard of the Great Qian Dynasty, responsible for investigating the case of the Sikong family's collusion with demons...

Second, the path to immortality is always a solitary journey. Feelings and emotions will inevitably become entanglements. You are destined to become an immortal; do not let desires cloud your judgment…

Third, this is your new house, located in a prime area near the capital. I've also bought you many books and clothes. You'll live here from now on. You're a virgin; it wouldn't be proper for you to live in a man's house...

……

Jiang Xian scrutinized the book from beginning to end. Although the book's tone was very kind and it offered many benefits, her expression gradually darkened.

After all, she had struggled for months to join the Phoenix Division, and in the final battle, she fell asleep immediately, only to wake up and find it was all over!
Then she was sent to the grasslands. In order to investigate Hua Xian, she and Shen Cang and others traveled all over the grasslands, which took almost half a year. They even spent the New Year in the snow and ice.

She had finally made it to the final battle against the main villain, and she was all ready to fight, but it ended there again, and the story was over once more.

Since she wasn't involved in the end, what was she busy doing all that time? Was she just making things difficult for herself?
That would have been bad enough. She was doing well in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, appreciated by the old emperor and the Empress Dowager, and was about to rise to prominence. But in the blink of an eye, she ran off to the Great Qian Dynasty to become a lackey, and started climbing from the bottom again.

Is this something humans do?
Who has time to play house with you?
Jiang Xian grew angrier the more she thought about it. She really wanted to talk to the invisible hand about what it all meant, but unfortunately, the invisible hand's words were like destiny, invisible and intangible, and impossible to disobey.

But fate is hard to defy. Does she have to compromise herself and let the invisible hand have her way?

Without a rebellious spirit, one would only be led by the nose and treated like a slave; what kind of fairy would one be?
"Humph……"

Jiang Xian made a snap decision, threw the booklet aside, got up and packed her clothes and miscellaneous books, preparing to move to the Marquis of Danyang's residence immediately.

As for the unseen hand not agreeing?
I, Jiang Xian, have never needed your instructions in my life!

I not only live in men's houses, I also sleep next door to men, so I can look at handsome men whenever I want, and kiss them whenever I want...

If you can't do what you want and have to strictly adhere to rules and regulations to become an immortal, then you might as well not be an immortal at all...

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(End of this chapter)