Twelve Treasure Mirrors

Shangguan Qiwu, Sanxian. I can fight, I can fight very well, because I lost my memory about something that happened thousands of years ago. The loose immortals on Chang'an Street don't know what happened in the past. All they knew was that a fool with red hair and a rag jacket was released from the recreation center. He stood in the middle of the street and hit him with a broom. The one in the emerald green robe laughed the loudest, struck a blow, slapped the broom, and the broom chased the fool's ass across three streets. The surroundings were crowded with people, some eating melon seeds, some slapping their hands, and some holding children on their necks to watch. The fool stumbled onto the bluestone threshold and bumped his head against the altar of the Confucian Temple. There was a muffled thud, blood dripped down his eyebrows, and he stopped moving. The emerald green robe stepped forward and kicked him, then picked up the person by the red hair and shook him - and then his eyes suddenly opened. No one has ever seen a look like that, like a knife coming out of the body. The following scene is difficult to describe as "fighting". It was more like a gust of wind - I saw the emerald green brocade robe flying out and knocking over the melon and fruit stand. The followers fell upside down into the slop buckets on the roadside one by one. The broom broke into two pieces and fell from the air. The one who laughed the loudest before was tied to the old fairy tree with his own belt, dangling like a piece of dried bacon. Shangguan Qiwu stood under the tree with his hands on his hips, looked up and admired it for a moment, patted the ashes on his hands, and said, "Who else?" The area was empty. The melon seed eater stopped eating, clapped his hands and retracted his hands into his sleeves, and the child on his neck was carried away by the adults covering his mouth. Xuan Zhao came over at this time. The crowd moved aside automatically, and he walked through the messy melon peels and broken tiles on the ground. His blue hair was not messed up at all, and the fan in his hand didn't even wave. He looked down at the scattered immortals scattered on the ground, and then at the red-haired young man with his hands on his hips. He opened his fan to cover half of his face, revealing only a pair of cold blue eyes. "Shangguan Qiwu, the re-employment paperwork has been signed. The Chabao Division is short of people, so come with me." Qi Wu narrowed his eyes. He had just finished a fight, he was still out of breath, and his body was still full of life-threatening arrogance. "Who are you?" Xuan Zhao closed his fan and tapped him lightly on the forehead. "You go." Qi Wu didn't move. He stood there, looking at Xuan Zhao's face that was so cold it could freeze, and then at the blood on his hands that hadn't been wiped clean, and suddenly smiled. "Then you have to give me a salary." Xuan Zhao turned around and left, put his fan back into his sleeves, and dropped two words. "Look at the performance." He asked himself why he dared to follow him when he didn't remember anything at the time. Maybe it was because when the man walked through the mess on the ground, he didn't look at the people he knocked down, but just looked into his eyes. Maybe it's because the fan doesn't hurt when I hit my forehead, it's cool. What he didn't say was that the moment the man turned around, he smelled a very faint scent of sandalwood. The smell seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it. Shou: On the surface, he has a violent temper, but he is actually gentle and possesses extraordinary strength; Gong: On the surface, he is cold and taciturn, but in reality, he is a talkative person who protects Shou to the extreme. Please watch! Purpose: To clear the names of those who have been wronged and to find light among the ruins.