The people from the Criminal Department left quickly and took away Xu Qi'an, who was labeled a criminal.
The gray-haired old man then withdrew his qi machine, without looking at Xu Pingzhi, he held Zhou Gongzi's arm: "Master, this old servant will take you back to the house to bandage the wound first."
Zhou Gongzi followed him out and shouted, "I want that kid to die."
"Okay, the old slave will get it done." The old man smiled kindly.
"No, I'll go myself."
"Master Duyi."
The two left the county office with their squires, and the figure disappeared. Xu Pingzhi suddenly took a deep breath, like someone who almost drowned.
His body was soaked with sweat.
"I want to sue the imperial court!" Xu Pingzhi said word by word.
"You can't see the saint, the forbidden area of the palace, how can the imperial sword guard hundreds of households enter? You don't have the right to play." The magistrate Zhu sighed: "Forget it."
"No, no." Xu Pingzhi was sometimes hideous and sometimes desperate.
The magistrate Zhu thought for a while, "The only thing you can do now is to find the old one. He is the leader of Yunlu Academy. Maybe there will be a way."
Although Yunlu Academy has been suppressed by the officialdom and has almost no room for survival, the people living in it are not helpless scholars.
It was a group of saint disciples.
They are not only good at persuading people with reason, but also good at persuading people with reason.
Therefore, when Xu Xinnian was able to get rid of the fate of exile, he was only expelled from fame and became a low-ranking member.
Picking the Star Building!
Wang Zhetou came to this tallest building in the capital, and there was no martial law around, but when he approached, he would find that there were no traces of people near the Zhaixing Building.
Sitianjian is a place full of legends. Master Jianzheng observes the stars and determines the calendar. He is an immortal figure who can communicate with the immortals in the sky.
The works of Sitianjian's alchemists are widely circulated among the people and benefit the common people. Compared with other systems, Sitianjian warlocks are the most accepted images of immortals by the common people.
Where the gods live, no one dares to come.
Wang Zhaotou tried to restrain his horse several times and returned home, but he held back.
Under enormous psychological pressure, he stopped in front of the Zhanxing Building, his hands trembling and tied the reins to the carved railing on the stone steps.
Bite your head and go up the stone steps.
The foundation of Zhaixing Building is six meters high, which is higher than the roof of ordinary people.
With an uneasy mood, Wang Zoutou came to the first floor of the Xingxing Building. The lighting inside was excellent. The sun was shining through the rows of holes in the wall, and dust was floating in the beam.
Wang Zoutou saw the rows of medicine cabinets, and saw young people in white clothes sitting together, discussing something fiercely.
I saw someone reading hard with a scroll, someone sleeping on the table, and someone cooking herbs.
It is rumored that the gods of Sitianjian are all masters of medical skills, and Wang Zhaotou believes it now without receiving money to save the dead and heal the wounded.
"who are you?"
A man in white noticed Wang Caotou, came up to him, and scrutinized him.
There are no soldiers around the Sitianjian, but very few people dare to approach unscrupulously. Only some people who are seriously ill and know that they have no way to survive will come here to try their luck.
Wang Zhaotou was a little cautious, his throat rolled, and he stammered: "I, I am the head of the Changle County Yamen."
so
The man in white looked at him and said nothing.
The other party's eyes were piercing and piercing, as if they could see people's hearts. Wang Zhaotou was under great pressure, and he almost gave up his little brother Xu Qi'an, turned his head and left.
"I, I'm here to find Miss Caiwei," Wang Zhaotou said.
"Senior Sister Caiwei?" The man in white looked at Wang Zhaotou again. Seeing that he was empty-handed, he said that you didn't bring anything to eat, so you came to see Senior Sister Caiwei
"What's up."
Wang Zhaotou took out a book with a dark blue cover from his arms: "A friend asked me to bring this book to Miss Caiwei, and attached a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, help me quickly."
The man in white took it and rolled his eyes a few times. The words on it were twisted like chicken feet.
He lost interest and held the book in his hand, "Senior Sister Caiwei is away, we're going out to play. You can either wait here, or come back later, or give me the book and I'll pass it on for you."
"Then there is Lord Lao." Wang Zhaotou fled.
"Brother, what's the matter?"
A man in white next to him looked at the back of Wang Chutou who left in a hurry and asked.
"A headhunter said that he came to see Senior Sister Caiwei. There should be an urgent matter. You should send this book to the seventh floor and give it to Senior Brother Song, and ask him for his opinion."
Song Qing is the leader of the sixth-grade alchemists and the fourth disciple of Jianzheng. In Sitianjian, everyone can claim to be a disciple of Jianzheng.
But in fact, there were only six apprentices that Jianzheng actually taught, known as the Six Sons of Sitianjian.
The other disciples are all apprentices on behalf of their teachers. Well, Chu Caiwei is the youngest disciple, and she has not yet graduated, so she is not qualified to teach juniors and juniors for the time being.
Not long after Song Qing returned to the capital, he heard the whole story of the taxation and silver case, and under the earnest expectation of all the juniors and juniors, he took over the refining of counterfeit silver.
The happy white-robed alchemists in 996 Blessings almost cried with joy.
"Failed again, Senior Brother Song, can't even you."
"Nonsense, how could Senior Brother Song fail? It's just that the creation and development of an alchemy technique requires countless failures to sum up."
"As long as Senior Brother Song can understand the mystery, our Si Tianjian will have another skill."
Song Qing, who had been exploding for twelve hours in a row, waved his hand, "Don't talk, I want to be quiet."
After staying up all night, Song Qing's eyes were still bright, even a little excited. As an alchemy fanatic, he accepted all challenges in the field of alchemy.
It's not the dose of salt. After several summaries, it can be concluded that the temperature of the flame should be controlled to melt the salt, but Song Qing should not let it boil.
He has realized the crux of the problem, but there is no concept of voltage, and he can only try to control the strength of the thunder method over and over again.
"Simple salt can make fake silver. The person who created this alchemy technique is simply a genius." Song Qing said with emotion, if he can make friends with this talented person, his life creation plan may be able to get huge rewards. breakthrough.
At this time, a man in white walked up the stairs to the place where the alchemists gathered on the seventh floor.
Bai Yi is the uniform of the disciples of Sitianjian. At first glance, there is no difference, but the difference lies in the chest. The alchemist's chest is embroidered with a stove.
This disciple who came to the seventh floor had herbal medicine embroidered on his chest, which meant that he was the ninth rank of warlock physician.
Also called a doctor.
"Senior brother, just now a head arrester came to look for Senior Sister Caiwei, and also brought a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, help quickly."
The disciple who embroidered herbs on his chest said, "I was thinking that there might be something urgent. It was Senior Sister Caiwei's friend who asked for help, so I came to let me know."
Xu Qi'an and Song Qing felt that the name was a bit familiar, but couldn't remember it.
"What else did that person say?"
The disciple with the herbal medicine embroidered on his chest handed over the dark blue book in his hand: "Only this book is left."
"This word is so ugly." Song Qing took it, turned the first page, and was immediately stunned by the words twisted like chicken feet.
There is a preface on the first page of the opening chapter, and he read it carefully:
Equivalent exchange, the unchanging principle of alchemy Edward Elric.
ps: What is short is short, how can it be called short when it comes to scholars. is concise! !