Seeing the little leader of the patrol battalion yelling towards the courtyard, Yang Qing'er's anger suddenly increased.
She shook the sword without the tip in her hand, lifted the sword, and pointed at the little leader.
"What the hell are you yelling at, aren't you relying on a lot of people?"
The little leader of the patrol battalion stopped shouting, looked up and down at Yang Qing'er, and couldn't help but take two steps back.
He didn't know Zhuangzi, but he knew Yang Qing'er.
Not only did he know him, but the people of the patrol battalion and the entire capital city.
Who is she Her duck voice is her signature, she is taller than the average man, and she can be recognized wherever she goes.
And her fiery temper.
"Someone reported Zhuangzi for killing people," the little leader said, stiffening his neck.
"It's a joke that Zhuangzi hasn't gone out today, how did he kill someone," Yang Qing'er refuted.
"If someone reports that Zhuangzi has killed someone, the people in our patrol battalion have the right to investigate the case."
"Some people also say that you killed someone, and you should also be investigated," Yang Qinger retorted.
"I killed someone, where did I kill someone, who will prove it" Yang Qing'er's eyes widened, and she said, "I proved that you both killed and beat people just now."
"I, I" The little leader had nothing to say for a while.
Just now, he really hit someone.
A few people who were crawling a little slower on their knees were whipped with a horsewhip.
"You don't have the right to look at me" "I have the right to identify you, you are you, you beat people, none of your patrol camps are good things, the king asked you to manage and maintain the law and order of the capital, but you use your power to oppress the people, what crime should you be guilty of?"
Yang Qing'er snickered in her heart while arguing with this little leader.
This little leader turned out to be a pustule.
Zhuangzi got out of bed and prepared to come out.
Seeing that the little leader of the patrol battalion outside the courtyard gate shouted a few times, he quarreled with Yang Qing'er, and there was no follow-up fierce behavior, he sat cross-legged on the bed again.
Entering the state of inward-looking, I tried to invade the brain system of this little leader, but failed.
The reason is very simple, this little leader doesn't know him and doesn't pay attention to him at all.
People don't know you, they don't pay attention to you, they can't interact, you can't control other people's brain systems.
I had no choice but to give up.
But he did not withdraw from the inward world, but took an inward look at the situation of the patrol battalion on the street.
On the patrol battalion's side, although a team of cavalry and a team of infantry were mobilized to come, they did not want to frame him.
After the patrol battalion dispersed the people on the street, they stood on both sides of the street in an orderly manner, waiting for orders.
Looking at the frame of the patrol battalion, it was obvious that it was coming for him Zhuangzi.
Zhuangzi tried to invade other people's brain systems, but all failed.
It was only after utter disappointment that he withdrew from the inward world.
Rong'er has been standing by the bedside, protecting Zhuangzi, quite dedicated, professional and unambiguous.
Seeing the people from the patrol camp coming, Uncle Jiang was so frightened that he couldn't do it.
He often came to the capital and knew how powerful the capital patrol camp was.
These people are more powerful than the people who previously denounced Zhuangzi and Rong'er.
Because their patrol camp is clothed in the cloak of legitimacy, and has the power given by the king of Qi.
Therefore, the people of the patrol battalion have always been representatives of the arrogant image.
In addition, the people who patrol the battalion, that is, these people who maintain social order, deliberately abuse and even extort businessmen from other places.
This, this, this Uncle Jiang ran to the gate of the courtyard for a while and looked at the people from the patrol camp on the street.
After a while, he ran into the hall and looked at Rong'er.
He knew that Rong'er was very influential in the capital, very well-connected, and had a Tian Gongzi backer.
But at this time, Rong'er was dedicated to protecting the Dharma and ignored him at all.
This, this, this If he had wings, Uncle Jiang would have to fly to the Rong'er Bamboo Workshop outside the city, and leave with his goods.
However, on Uncle Jiang's surface, the look on his face still looked very calm.
After all, he is a man who has seen the world.
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Zhuangzi got off the bed, first nodded to Uncle Jiang, then nodded to Rong'er, waved his thin arm, and said, "Go to the door." ” "Okay," Uncle Jiang smiled on the spot.
Rong'er also nodded knowingly at her Brother Zhuang, then put away the previous serious book, followed behind Brother Zhuang, and walked to the door.
The little sister was very frightened when she saw the people from the patrol camp coming.
The previous joy and self-confidence were all gone.
For the memory of the patrol battalion, she is profoundly.
The last time the patrol battalion went to the bamboo workshop outside the city, they not only destroyed the bamboo tools they made, but also bullied their sisters.
Because of her young age and shrewdness, she was not touched by the patrol battalion.
Zhuangzi walked calmly, came to the gate of the courtyard, and stood there, first glancing at Yang Qing'er and the little leader.
Then he looked at the people of the patrol camp that filled the streets.
What he saw in front of him was the same as what he saw in the inner world.
"Zhuang You" Seeing Zhuangzi coming out, Yang Qing'er looked a little flustered.
Instinctively panicked, she was worried that Zhuangzi would come out and things would get big again.
Now Yang Qing'er calls Zhuangzi "Zhuang", no longer calls Zhuang Zhou's younger brother, nor does she call Zhuangzi her husband, and she doesn't have the idea of asking Zhuangzi to call her sister.
When she was in the Mengxian Mo family's altar, she also asked Zhuang Zhou to call her sister "You, you, you are Zhuangzi" The little leader of the patrol battalion didn't take the thin young man in front of him seriously at first, but suddenly remembered that this person might be Zhuangzi, and he was so frightened that he couldn't do it all of a sudden.
He, he, he, he is Zhuangzi, me, me, me, I seem to have seen it somewhere Really I seem to have seen this Zhuangzi somewhere, why do I feel so familiar The little leader didn't know that just now, Zhuangzi invaded his brain several times and wanted to control him.
So he just felt very familiar with Zhuangzi, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it "That's right, my name is Zhuangzi" Zhuangzi nodded and smiled at the little leader.
"Did someone report me and say I killed someone?"
asked Zhuangzi.
Without waiting for the small leader of the patrol battalion to answer, Zhuangzi asked again: "Did someone report me for killing people, did I kill people on the street, did people on the street die and came back to life, did someone see me kill people, and some people said that they didn't see me kill people."
Isn't it not?"
A series of questions directly confused the little leader's questions.
Zhuangzi also ignored this little leader anymore, and turned to face the officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion on the street, and said loudly: "I am Zhuangzi, do you remember me, I am Zhuangzi Zhuangzi."
Did someone report me for killing someone, did someone kill people on the street, did someone on the street die and came back to life, did someone see me killing, and someone didn't see me killing?
Isn't it not?"
In the language of modern science, Zhuangzi is collectively hypnotizing the people of the patrol camp.
In the words of Zhuangzi and Taoist practice, this is to use your influence to make others remember you.
Then you can communicate and interact with other people, and you can control other people's brain systems The officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion all over the street, after hearing that person was Zhuangzi, immediately had a preliminary impression.
Combined with what I saw on the street when I came before, and the legend I just heard, I couldn't help but feel scared of Zhuangzi one by one: