Extra 9

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 hadn't been for the tea flag hanging outside, this tall building like a steeple would not have been 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 low-grade spiritual jade last month. Why is it three yuan today? Aren't you a sky-high price?"

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 gods poked 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 hadn't been for the tea flag hanging outside, this tall building like a steeple would not have been 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 low-grade spiritual jade last month. Why is it three yuan today? Aren't you a sky-high price?"

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 hadn't been for the tea flag hanging outside, this tall building like a steeple would not have been 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 low-grade spiritual jade last month. Why is it three yuan today? Aren't you a sky-high price?"

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.

Shi Lei secretly smacked: There is so much murder in this city.