Nightwatcher Chapter 24: Blue Book
The criminals left quickly and took away Xu Qi'an, who was labeled as a criminal.
The gray-haired old man removed his qi machine. He didn't even look at Xu Pingzhi. He took Zhou Gongzi's arm: "Master, the old slave will take you back to the house to bandage the wound."
Young Master Zhou followed him out and shouted: "I want that kid to die."
"Well, the old slave will do it." The old man smiled kindly.
"No, I will go personally."
"All are according to the young master."
The two left the county office with their resignation, and disappeared. Xu Pingzhi suddenly breathed, like people who were almost drowning.
is already drenched with sweat.
"I want to sue the imperial court!" Xu Pingzhi said every word.
"You can't see the sage, the forbidden area of the imperial palace, can the hundred guards of swordsmen enter? You don't have the right to play." Zhu County magistrate sighed: "Forget it."
"No way, no way..." Xu Pingzhi was sometimes ferocious and sometimes desperate.
Zhu county magistrate thought for a while, "The only thing you can do now is to find resignation. He is a member of Yunlu Academy. Maybe there will be a way."
Yunlu Academy is suppressed in the officialdom and has almost no room for survival, but the people living in it are not uninhibited scholars.
That is a group of saint disciples.
They are not only good at convincing people with reason, but they are also good at convincing people with reason.
So at the beginning, Xu New Year was able to escape the fate of exile, but was expelled from fame and naturalized.
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Guanxinglou!
The king caught his head and rode his horse to the tallest building in the capital. There were no soldiers and martial law in the surrounding area, but when he approached, he would find that there were no traces of ordinary people near the Star Observatory.
Sitianjian is a place full of legends. Master Jianzheng observes the stars and determines the calendar. He is an exile figure who can communicate with the heavenly immortals.
The works of the alchemists of Sitianjian are widely circulated among the people and benefit the people. Compared with other systems, Sitianjian warlocks are the most accepted image of gods by the people.
No one dares to come where the gods live.
The king caught the head several times and tried to rein in the horse's rein, and went back home, but he resisted it.
Under tremendous psychological pressure, he stopped in front of the Zhanxing Building, and tied the horse's rein to the carved fence on the stone steps with trembling hands.
bite the bullet and climbed up the stone steps.
The foundation of the Star Observation Building is six meters high, which is higher than the roofs of ordinary houses.
Wang Catchhead came to the first floor of the Star Picking Building with a nervous mood. The light inside was very good. The sunlight came in from the holes in the wall, and the dust floated in the beam.
Wang Catch head saw the rows of medicine cabinets and saw young people in white clothes sitting together, discussing something vigorously.
I saw someone holding a scroll to study, someone sleeping on the table, and someone cooking medicinal herbs.
It is said that all the gods in the Sitianjian are sacred hands of medicine, and they don’t even charge money for saving the dead... Wang Butou believes now.
"Who are you?"
A man in white noticed Wang's head, greeted him, and looked at him.
There are no soldiers guarding the Sitianjian, but few people dare to approach unscrupulously. Only some people who encounter serious illnesses and know there is no way to survive will come here to try their luck.
The king catches his head a bit restrained, rolls his throat, and stammers: "I, I...I am the head catcher of Yamen in Changle County."
So?
The man in white looked at him without speaking.
The other party’s eyes were piercing and sharp, as if he could see people’s hearts. Wang Catou was under great pressure, and he almost gave up his little brother Xu Qi'an and turned away.
"I, I'm looking for Miss Plucking..." Wang Catchup said.
"Sister Caiwei?" The man in white looked at Wang Cattou again, and saw that he was empty-handed, and said that you didn't bring any food, so you came to Sister Caiwei?
"What's the matter."
The head catching king took out a dark blue cover book from his arms: "A friend asked me to take this book to Miss Plucking, with a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, save it quickly."
The man in white took it, and rolled his eyes. The words on it were distorted like chicken feet, which is really hard to be elegant.
He lost interest, holding a book in his hand, "Sister Caiwei is not here, so I’m going out to play. You can either wait here or come back later, or give me the book and I will pass it on for you."
"Then there will be Lord Lao." Wang caught his head and fled.
"Brother, what's the matter."
next to , a man in white looked at the back of Wang Catou who hurriedly left and asked.
"A head-catcher said that it should be an urgent matter to come to Sister Caiwei.... You send this book to the seventh floor, give it to Senior Brother Song, and ask him for his opinion."
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Song Qing is the leader of the sixth rank alchemist and the fourth disciple of Jianzheng. In Sitianjian, everyone can claim to be a disciple of Jianzheng.
But in fact, there are only six apprentices that Jianzheng has really taught, and they are known as the six sons of Sitianjian.
The other disciples are all these students who are currently teaching apprentices. Well, Chu Caiwei is the youngest disciple. She hasn't been out of the teacher yet, so she is not qualified to teach her junior and younger sisters.
Soon after Song Qing returned to the capital, he heard the whole story of the tax and silver case, and under the eager anticipation of all the juniors and sisters, he took over the refining of fake silver.
The alchemists in white clothes who were extremely happy in the 996 blessings almost burst into tears.
"Failed again, Brother Song, even you can't do it."
"Nonsense, how could Brother Song fail, it's just that the creation and development of an alchemy requires countless failures to summarize."
"As long as Senior Brother Song can understand the mystery, we will master one more skill."
Song Qing, who had suffered a liver burst for twelve hours in a row, waved her hand, "Don't talk, I want to be quiet."
stayed up all night, Song Qing's eyes were still bright and energetic, even a little excited. As an alchemy fanatic, he accepted all challenges in the alchemy field.
is not a problem of the dosage of salt.... After several summaries, it can be judged that the temperature of the flame should be controlled at the molten salt~IndoMTL.com~ but not let it boil... The key point is lightning. ...Song Qing pondered.
He has realized the crux of the problem, but there is no concept of voltage, so he can only try again and again to control the intensity of mine law.
"Simple salt can make fake silver. The person who created this alchemy is simply a talent." Song Qing said with emotion, if he can associate with this talent, his life creation plan may be able to Get a huge breakthrough.
At this time, a white robe walked up the stairs to the seventh floor, where alchemists gathered.
The white clothes are the uniforms of Sitianjian disciples. At first glance, there is no difference, the difference lies in the chest. The alchemist's chest was embroidered with a stove.
The disciple who came to the seventh floor, embroidered herbs on his chest, which means that he is the ninth class of warlocks-physicians.
is also called a healer.
"Brother, just now a head-catcher came to Sister Caiwei, and he also brought a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, save it quickly."
The disciple of herbal medicine embroidered on the chest said: "I wondered what might be important. It was Sister Caiwei's friend who asked for help, so I came up to let me know."
Xu Qi'an...Song Qing thinks this name is a bit familiar, but can't remember it anymore.
"What else does that person say?"
The disciple of embroidered herbal medicine on his chest, handed over the dark blue cover book in his hand: "Only this book is left."
"This word is simply ugly..." Song Qing took it, turned the first page, and was immediately stunned by the twisted words like chicken feet.
There is a preface on the first page of the article. He looked at it carefully:
Equivalent exchange, the principle of alchemy—Edward Elric.
PS: What's short? How can it be called short when it comes to scholars. It's concise! !