Chapter 165 Trouble

In front of the middle-aged literati on the left side of the city gate, there is a wooden table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones neatly placed on it. Every monk who enters the city needs to register with the scribe before entering the city.

When it was Shi Lei's turn to come to the table, the middle-aged scribe looked up at him and asked feebly:

"Who is your last name and what is your teacher?"

Shi Lei was surprised that a mortal's attitude towards monks was so casual. You should know that the people placed in Zuzhou were respectful when they met immortals, and they couldn't wait to go home to support them for a few days. However, the monks in the past had registered honestly. Naturally, he was no exception, so he said coldly, "Shi Lei, Sanxiu!"

When he finished saying the last word, he found that the eyes of the monks around him suddenly fell on him, and even several divine thoughts came over. And the middle-aged scribe also looked up at him, with an inexplicable smile on the corners of his mouth.

Shi Lei didn't know where he said something wrong, but intuitively, he knew that the situation seemed to be a little bad.

The middle-aged scribe put away his smile, wrote down Shi Lei's name and identity on the book, and then said lightly without raising his eyebrows:

"You can't help fighting in the city. You'd better be careful."

"Thank you very much!"

Seeing that the formalities had been completed, Shi Lei thanked him for leaving. He understands why those magicians pay attention to him. Since he can't help fighting in the city, killing and grabbing treasure must be indispensable. As a free practice, because there is no strong teacher support behind them, it has naturally become the first choice for those who have bad intentions.

As soon as he entered the city, Shi Lei felt that several strands of divine consciousness had locked him, a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth, and walked along the wide slate street without looking back.

This street is the main street leading to the city, which is 20 to 30 meters wide and can't see the end at a glance. The surrounding houses are tall and majestic, all built with black boulders, stretching for more than ten miles, like a black python coiled in the wall. Countless magicians shuttled between them, with cold faces and eagles looking at wolves. All kinds of fierce real power over the city gathered together, and the invisible pressure enveloped the whole earth.

Seeing this, Shi Lei smacked his tongue secretly: The city is so murderous.

To get the news, there is no better place than to go to the monk's gathering place. Shi Lei looked around for a long time and finally found a teahouse in the building along the street. If it weren't for the tea flags hanging in the wind outside, this tall building like a steeple could not be seen as a teahouse at all.

As soon as he stepped in, he heard a quarrel inside, and only one person shouted:

"This spiritual tea was just a pot of top-grade spiritual jade last month. Why do you want three pieces of spiritual jade today? Don't you ask for it?"

"Fairy Master, you don't know anything. Recently, there have been frequent demons in the Star Sea, so that idle cargo ships dare not go to sea at all. Even these spiritual teas were in stock a few days ago, so the price is..." The shopkeeper of the teahouse was standing behind the counter and struggling to explain to a cold-faced magician.

"The spiritual tea here is luxurious enough. You have to buy it with the best Lingyu. It seems that the cultivation resources in the demon world are really scarce."

Shi Lei secretly smacked his tongue. Fortunately, he gained a lot after many wars, and he didn't care about such a price. Then he looked around and saw more than a dozen square tables in the hall on the first floor of the teahouse. There was an escalator up in the back, and obviously there were other floors.

At this time, the hall was almost full of tea magicians. He glanced casually and found a place on a table facing the street. There was only a magician sitting on the table who bowed his head and drank tea. Strangely, other monks were willing to squeeze on other tables, and no one was willing to sit on this table.

As soon as Shi Lei's consciousness moved, he knew why. It turned out that except that man was the golden elixir period, the other magicians in the hall were only the foundation period. Seeing that the man lowered his head and did not whisper like other monks, Shi Lei decided to inquire about some information from him. The magicians in the Jindan period should know more.

"Taoist friend, can I sit here?" Shi Lei walked to him and asked with a smile.

As soon as this was said, the magicians around him immediately calmed down and peeked at Shi Lei with their eyes, but the man had been bowing his head and drinking the spiritual tea in his cup without the intention of looking up for a long time.

Shi Lei has secretly shouted inappropriately at this time, and the reaction of the monks around him is too abnormal. Is there anything wrong with this person in front of him?

Thinking about this in his heart, he had a retreat in his heart, so he arched his hand and said, "Since Taoist friends are not used to sitting at the same table, just look for another place to sit down." After saying that, I moved under my feet and wanted to go to the second floor to have a look.

At this time, the man suddenly lowered his head and said sullenly, "Since you don't dislike it, just sit down."

There were bursts of whispers around, and Shi Lei felt even more strange: a group of low-level monks were talking about it, but the golden elixir magician in front of him did not mean to be angry at all.

This person must have a different history from that of an ordinary monk. Maybe he knows more.

Although there was some adventure, Shi Lei still decided to sit down. He swept a circle of sneaky magicians around him and shouted in a low voice:

"Drinse your head and drink your tea, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Since he can't help fighting in the city, Shi Lei will naturally not be polite to these low-level magicians. In his tone, he is very much like a murderous magician. The vitality he deliberately emitted made everyone in the room feel the sudden coldness of their skin and silenced one after another.

Seeing that no one dared to pay attention to the two people, Shi Lei sat calmly opposite the man and greeted Xiao Er for a pot of spiritual tea at the same time.

The person opposite lowered his head, silently squeezed the spiritual tea in the cup, and regarded Shi Lei at the same table as transparent.

Shi Lei also quietly observed the other party by drinking tea. Seeing that he did not drink tea like other magicians at all, he drank a cup of tea in a few sips.

"This person is also strange. It's just a cup of spiritual tea. Do you need to drink it like this?"

Of course, Shi Lei would not think that this spiritual tea was delicious. He looked at the other party's clothes, and his heart was already clear.

Although the person in front of him can't see his appearance clearly, he must be young from his white hands. The clothes on my body are extremely ordinary, and even because I wear them for too long, the clothes have faded a little. Moreover, the storage bag on his waist is also a little tattered, which is worse than those foundation-building monks. Obviously, he is a depressed monk.

"Xiao Er, another pot of spiritual tea." Shi Lei saw that the other party might be shy in his pocket, so he thought of a reason for talking to him and quickly raised his hand to greet Xiao Er.

After a while, the tea was delivered to the table. Shi Lei took out three pieces of top-grade spiritual jade from the storage bag and put them in Xiao Er's tray, and then pushed the newly served spiritual tea to the man. He smiled and said, "Taoist friend, thank you for giving up your seat. This pot of spiritual tea is a small thank you.

The man really raised his head as he expected, and it turned out to be a young man who seemed to be about the same age as Shi Lei.

The man's face is as white as jade, and his facial features are very handsome, but there is some black gas on his white face, as if there are hidden dark wounds or stubborn diseases in his body. He took a deep look at Shi Lei, then lowered his eyelids and said lightly:

"You're not afraid that you'll get into trouble if you sit with me. I can't stand this pot of spiritual tea.

Trouble?

When Shi Lei heard the other party's words, he suddenly felt uneasy. He seemed to have found the wrong target for the news. But at this time, since he has sat at the same table with the other party, I'm afraid that even if there is trouble, he can't avoid it now. Shi Lei simply crossed his heart and figured out what he was going to do.

"Trouble? I, Shi Lei, are never afraid, Taoist friend, please drink tea!" Shi Lei had already seen that the other party's cup was the last cup of tea. He raised the teapot he had just brought and poured it into the other party's cup.

The young man looked up again, and in addition to curiosity, there was more warmth in his eyes, so he no longer refused. He raised the teacup, nodded to Shi Lei, and then looked up and drank it all.

"I haven't had such a pleasant tea for a long time. Thank you, Taoist friends." The young man finally smiled faintly, and his eyes looking at Shi Lei were no longer as cold as before.

"A little tea is not enough. There are still some things that need the help of Taoist friends.

Shi Lei hit the snake and took the opportunity to bring up his own affairs. The young man looked at him strangely and laughed at himself and said, "If Taoist friends want to find someone to help with boxing, they are looking for the wrong person. I'm a person who can cause you more trouble. If you don't want to provoke more enemies, I advise you to leave early. I have remembered the kindness of this pot of spiritual tea in my heart. Taoist friends, please leave as soon as possible.

When the other party said this, Shi Lei felt even more uneasy. No wonder none of those magicians are willing to sit at the same table with this person, and they will definitely fall into the eyes of those who take the initiative to sit here. At present, he is in the nest of a magician. Everything must be careful. Naturally, trouble can be avoided. He thought for a moment and decided to leave here. Anyway, the news can be inquired at any time. If it really provoked a large number of magicians, it would be very bad.

"In that case, I'll leave now."

Shi Lei did not talk to the other party. He got up and said goodbye. The young man just smiled at him, and his face was quite lonely.

Walking out of the teahouse, Shi Lei swept around with his consciousness, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth, raised his legs and walked along the street in the city.

And at this time, in a high tower not far away, there was a stare fixedly at his departing back. The owner of the eyes was an old man who was nearly 70 years old. He twisted his beard and meditated, as if he was thinking about something.

"City lord, do you want to do it now? This man claimed to be Sanxiu. After entering the city, he met the man again. He must be scheming. In my opinion, it's better to remove it earlier. A middle-aged monk beside him looked out of the window and said respectfully to the old man.

"No hurry, I'd like to see what this person wants to do. Maybe I can catch the big fish behind him from him."

The old man looked out from the stone window of the tower, always looking at the direction of Shi Lei's departure, and a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth intentionally or unintentionally.