Rong Fei realized something, and returned to the door of the desk and knocked on the table full of books. The middle-aged scholar raised his head and stared at Rong Fei impatiently.

"Who else has been here just now?"

Rong Fei asked.

"General arrest."

The scholar replied angrily and continued to copy.

really!

Rong Fei said in his heart.

No wonder I just said I wanted to find the case school from Dunzhou ten years ago. The scholar reported the exact location without thinking. It turned out that Yu Qingzhi had just passed the opportunity to register first.

But what did Yu Qingzhi do to take the case of the Dunzhou disaster?

Rong Fei murmured in his heart and hurriedly left the desk room. When he came to the yard, he saw the thirteen detectives standing in a row as before, his eyes flashing, and hesitating as if he had something to say.

However, Rong Fei was only concerned about the case of the Dunzhou disaster taken away by Yu Qingzhi. He had no time to pay attention to them. After asking which room Yu Qingzhi was working, he turned around and rushed into the two-story building facing south.

The innermost room on the second floor was open. Rong Fei walked to the door and looked inside. He saw Yu Qingzhi sitting behind the table looking through the Censor with interest.

"Explain it."

Rong Fei walked to the chair opposite Yu Qingzhi and sat down, pointed to more than a dozen case sects placed on the table and said.

Yu Qingzhi brushed his long sleeves across the table and put away all the cases. Then he said with a smile.

"It was just now that I just thought that some truths that I know too early may be detrimental to you, so I'd better wait."

"What does it mean? What shocking secrets are hidden in the disaster in Dunzhou?"

Rong Fei's heart moved and asked tentatively.

"It's hard to say, I can't say it. It's not too late to ask for these cases when your cultivation is enough to protect yourself."

Yu Qingzhi shook his head and said.

"I have to know who the opponent is, and what level can I be considered as protecting myself?"

"At least it's better than me."

"What kind of rank are you?"

"Fourth grade."

"So serious?"

"If you have a better cultivation than me, you can only barely have the power to protect yourself. If you really want to ask for an explanation and seek justice, you will need a higher level."

Rong Fei stopped asking questions, lowered his head and sorted out the information revealed in Yu Qing's words.

Yu Qingzhi stared at Rong Fei for a while, but when he saw that he had no intention of asking questions again, he stood up and walked around the table and patted Rong Fei on the shoulder.

"The other rooms have been abandoned for a long time, so it's troublesome to pack them up. You can work here in the future. I won't come often anyway."

After saying that, he left with his hands on his back.

Just now, Yu Qingzhi didn't seem to say anything, but in fact, there was a lot of information revealed in his words. This made Rong Fei, who probably guessed the answer, feel dizzy.

Why?

How could it be?

Just as he was speculating randomly, there was a knock on the door behind him.

Rong Fei turned his head and saw that it was the thirteen constables. Then he remembered the cowardly expressions he dared not speak when he saw them before, and he felt strange.

He stood up and waved to the constables and let them come in, then went to Yu Qingzhi's seat behind the table to sit down.

"What's up?"

Rong Fei asked.

The constables did not dare to look at Rong Fei's eyes, and they winked each other. After pulling them a few times in secret, they took out an envelope from their arms and placed it in front of Rong Fei.

There are thirteen envelopes in total neatly arranged, each with two words written on it - resignation.

Rong Fei's eyes swept over the thirteen resignations, and he felt a little funny.

I was originally thinking about how to drive away these guys who didn't like, but I never thought that they came up with me. But do they really don't want to continue to spend their youth in the Immortal Secretariat, or...

"There are a total of fourteen military constables in the Immortal Department. Apart from Gu Fengxiao, who was seriously injured and unable to take up his post, the remaining thirteen people submitted their resignation together. Haha, are you trying to show off someone Rong?"

Rong Fei sneered.

"Sir, don't misunderstand it. We have no intention of this. Today's move is really helpless."

The longest-year-old detective named Hou Chunhua replied with a bitter face.

Rong Fei raised his eyebrows and did not answer.

Hou Chunhua licked her chapped lips and swallowed her saliva before explaining.

"Sir, you don't know that our Jixianshi has not paid any money for half a year. Although there have been stagnant pressure in previous years, half a year is always the limit, otherwise our brothers' family will have to drink the northwest wind.

Today is the day to pay the money, but in the morning, Beiye went to the Ministry of Revenue to collect the money, but he was driven out. The head of the agency also said that the treasury and silver were in short supply recently, so he asked him to collect it in three months.

Adults, my brothers have borrowed all their relatives and neighbors and finally survived the six months. They originally hoped to pay the famine today and they went to pay the famine. But... But there is no money to get it back, how can we explain it? Wait for three months before the salary is paid, I am afraid that the whole family will be hungry after the winter."

"Has been driven out? Are there cultivators in the Ministry of Revenue? How many levels of cultivation are there?"

Rong Fei asked.

"No...no...no...no monks, they are ordinary soldiers."

Hou Chunhua stuttered with a red face.

"Haha, I'm surprised. After all, you are a ninth-grade cultivator. It should be no problem to deal with ten or eight ordinary soldiers. How could you be driven out?"

"Sir, it's the Ministry of Revenue after all, and I don't dare to do rash jobs."

"Hmph, coward!"

Rong Fei snorted coldly.

When the detectives heard this, they all looked resentful. A young detective named Li Yu suddenly slapped the table and shouted.

"We don't want to be timid either, but we must have a backer to stand up for us. Chief Yu stayed in Xuanwu Hutong all day long. I have been in the yamen for three years, and I have seen him less than ten times. If the lord doesn't come forward, how dare we, the little detectives, provoke the majority of the Ministry of Revenue, such as the Ministry of Revenue.

Also, the reason why I still dragged my money today is because yesterday you offended the people of Qiankun Temple. The second son of the Left Minister of the Ministry of Revenue was accepted as a disciple by Qiankun Temple last year, so it is clear that they want to vent their anger for Murong Qiushui.

Not only that, Jingyuan Hou's only son also made harsh words, not allowing any Kyoto merchants to do business in Jixianshi, otherwise it would prevent him from gaining a foothold in Kyoto.

Sir, to put it bluntly, all this is thanks to you. We have no choice.”

Li Jing's actions shocked the other detectives and quickly covered their mouths without guilt, and Chao Rongfei compensated him for the compensation.

But Rongfei stood up from his seat and clapped and smiled.

"Okay! It's about this kind of momentum. Being able to say this means that you still have some spirit and are not hopeless yet. Most of what you just said is correct, and I can understand your difficulties, but one thing is to be corrected. From beginning to end, there is an unbreakable backer in the Immortal Secretariat, and this backer is General Yu. If you say he doesn't stand up for you, then I'll ask you, what have you done, it's worth letting him be the fourth-rank monk and General Guan Yu's Immortal Secretariat come to stand up for you?

Let General Yu go to the Ministry of Revenue to ask you for money? Or will General Yu beat the soldiers who drove you out? Is the General Yu the Chief of the Immortals used to do this?"

The detectives were stunned when they heard this. They thought about it carefully and seemed to make some sense, but they also vaguely felt something was wrong.

"Ahem."

Seeing that the constables all looked confused, Rong Fei was both angry and funny. After coughing a few times, he raised his hand and pointed at them one by one and said.

"I didn't understand what I just said, right? Let me explain it. What I mean is that you are all - waste!"

"you…"

The impulsive Li Jue's face changed and he wanted to refute, but was stopped by the people beside him.

"Oh, I'm quite tempered now. Why didn't I have the energy when I was kicked out of the Ministry of Revenue? Or do you think I'm better than the soldiers of the Ministry of Revenue?"

Rong Fei sneered.

"Don't get me wrong. Xiao Li usually has this bad temper. When he went to the Ministry of Revenue to receive the salary, he was afraid that his temper would be bad, so he didn't take him."

Hou Chunhua hurriedly explained.

"Oh, so that's how it is. Then yesterday when Murong Qiushui smashed the sign of the Immortal Secretariat, Constable Xiao Li, what were you doing?"

Rong Fei asked in an undisguised and sarcastic tone.

"I…"

The expression on Li Yu's face changed suddenly, and hesitated for a while before he whispered.

"Murong Qiushui is the saint of Qiankun Temple. She is walking in the world. Her cultivation is higher than mine. I am no match for her. Even if I come forward, I will humiliate myself."

"Oh, so that's it. I don't dare to take action when I encounter someone who is more powerful than me, and I don't dare to take action when I encounter someone who is higher in cultivation than me. Haha, I don't admit that I am a waste or a coward."

All the constables and quick-witted their heads with ugly expressions. They didn't know whether it was because Rong Fei was so sad or because he was Shangguan, so they didn't dare to argue with him anymore.

"Hmph, come with me."

Rong Fei left a coldly sentence and walked out of the room with his hands on his back.

The constables did not know what Rong Fei meant, so they looked at each other and followed obediently.
To be continued...