The game only has 8 years of life, so I choose to play all in

After Liu Xun left, Ding Yi leaned on the chair again and closed his eyes to rest.

The usually noisy Inspection Department was extremely quiet at this moment, as if everyone had gone out to investigate.

땤He, the direct younger brother of the martial arts school, is still sitting here safe and sound. The biggest reason is the arrangement made by Sun Qiaoer last night.

After all, being able to send a dignified special envoy to urgently send an order to enter the Inspection Department, his status is naturally extraordinary.

For a time, people who knew a little bit about the inside story looked at Ding Yi with admiration.

Let me ask, who can be active between the cathode palace and the anode palace all the time, even like a fish in water?

One of them is even the special envoy of the Yinji Palace, which undoubtedly made some people start to think carefully. Can they take the path that Ding Yi is taking now?

After Liu Xun left, in just one day, three waves of people came to the case library, all with generous gifts and hoping that Ding Yi would help and say a few good words.

Ding Yi confiscated none of them and rejected them all.

Before, I saw all the old people scoffing, but now they are licking their faces, right?

In this way, it was not until the end of the shift that Ding Yi wandered out of the inspection department and walked towards his small courtyard.

After entering the small courtyard, Ding Yi glanced at the broken hair next to the wooden bolt, then walked to the small house with an expressionless face and opened the wooden door, only to find that a person was already standing in the house waiting for him.

Today, Sun Qiaoer is not wearing an expensive palace dress, but an ordinary peasant dress, but it still cannot hide her proud figure, and with her mature face, she looks like a country pearl. Feel.

"master."

Sun Qiaoer bowed to Ding Yiyingying and shouted.

"sit."

Ding Yi pointed to the bench and then sat down first.

Sun Qiaoer heard this, but did not sit down. Instead, he poured the tea that had been prepared into an empty cup and brought it to Ding Yi. He walked behind him naturally and started to squeeze Ding Yi's shoulders.

Smelling the fragrant breeze coming from behind and feeling the right strength on his shoulders, Ding Yi looked more relaxed and asked:

"Have you calculated the statistics of last night's situation?"

"Sir, seven of the guards around Yu Rongguang, including the shadow, died. We went back last night and dealt with it again. His power in Qingfeng County was basically eliminated."

Ding Yi nodded secretly, and then heard Sun Qiaoer say:

"Master, do the people from Baiyun Martial Arts School need to be dealt with alone?"

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head:

"Just handle it normally. Also, where's that Xue Bao?"

Sun Qiaoer smiled and said:

"Master, after Xue Bao was caught, he kept claiming that he was Yu Rongguang's man, working for Yu Rongguang, and lurking in the martial arts hall to inquire for information."

"It's a joke, a dead man, what else can he prove for him?"

Ding Yi sneered and then asked:

"I remember you said last night that you came to Qingfeng County this time to investigate Wang Ping껚?"

When Sun Qiaoer heard this, his face became solemn and he continued:

"Yes, sir, the clue is that Wang Ping has frequent contact with the outside world, hoping to find a great medicine for the living dead."

"This kind of powerful medicine is generally only effective on warriors who need to exchange blood."

"But Wang Ping's information only shows that he is a martial arts practitioner, so the palace sent me here to investigate secretly."

"But last night I heard that Wang Ping was assassinated, but not a single assassin survived. When our people rushed over, they only found large pieces of minced meat and blood on the scene."

Ding Yi raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Then why don't you go directly to the door to check?"

Ding Yi asked with some confusion.

"Master, after all, he is an official in the palace. If I come directly to the door, who can work safely for Yin Yang Palace in the future?"

Sun Qiaoer said slowly.

"껩Yes, if you can't do it during the day, then let's go at night."

Ding Yi nodded.

"ah?"

Sun Qiaoer was stunned.

"What, you plan to wait until he grows up to be a big boss and then commit suicide?"

Ding Yi shook his head and said.

"Sir, what does Great Persia mean?"

"You don't have to worry about it. Just prepare and we will do it in the next few days. In addition, Wang Ping may be involved with Baiyun Temple, so prepare two good hands. I want to see what tricks this fat man is up to."

Ding Yi sneered.

"Sir, this demon monk from Baiyun Temple is not weak in strength. He cultivates the Vajra Immortality. Like the man I met in your residence that day, his strength has probably reached Xuanji Perfection, which is not much worse than Yu Rongguang."

Sun Qiaoer said again.

"The Vajra is immortal, what kind of magical power is this?"

Ding Yi was stunned.

"It is a kind of kung fu that specializes in cultivating the physical body. When performing the kung fu, it is like a diamond protecting the body. It is said that after practicing it, one can become immortal."

"Is there any way to break it?"

"On the contrary, if I reach Xuanji's consummation and my viciousness reaches a higher level, I can suppress it steadily."

Sun Qiaoer said.

"You worship gods. If you want to improve your realm, you must rely on idols?"

Ding Yi suddenly thought of something.

"Yes, if there were no evil spirits, we would be like duckweeds without roots."

Sun Qiaoer said.

"Wait, you try this."

Ding Yi suddenly thought of something and grabbed Sun Qiaoer's hand. Then the Evergreen Qi in his body trickled into Sun Qiaoer's body.

After a while, Sun Qiaoer's face turned calm, then surprised, and finally turned into shock.

"Master, please, I, I seem to be able to cultivate with this strange energy!!"

Sun Qiaoer exclaimed.

"Huh?"

Ding Yi's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and many guesses popped up in his mind.

"Is it because of taking the blood limit to control the evil spirit? Or does the Changqing true qi have this effect?"

Ding Yi's eyes stared blankly at the void until he heard a cry:

"Master, you pinched me."

Ding Yi subconsciously loosened Sun Qiaoer's palm after hearing this, but his heart was still full of storms, like the sea surface where the wind whistled.

"It doesn't make sense, such an awesome skill, how can it be only basic, and only need a few years of life?"

Ding Yi was a little confused again, and turned around in the room with some doubts.

He felt that he seemed to have grasped a certain point, but there was still a layer of fog covering it, so he could not see the whole picture of the matter.

"Forget it, just hang on, we will fight against the enemy and cover the water with earth."

Ding Yi turned around a few times and calmed down immediately. Then he sat back on the chair and continued to ask:

"How long will it take for the energy just injected to be equivalent to a white statue?"

"Master, the amount just now is useful, but it is too little. I estimate that it is about one thousandth of the white statue."

Sun Qiaoer frowned and calculated, then slowly said.

"So little?"

Ding Yi frowned.

If he could continuously output it, it would be fine. A thousand times would only take a few hours.

But the problem is that although the Changqing Qi in his body has grown to the thickness of a finger, it can only support a few minutes of effort at most, which is far from the requirement of a few hours.

This time, the plan of self-production and self-sales failed.