Nightwatcher

The people from the Ministry of Punishment quickly left and took away Xu Qi'an who was labeled as a criminal.

The grey-haired old man then withdrew his qi, without looking at Xu Pingzhi, he held Young Master Zhou's arm: "Master, this old slave will take you back home to bandage your wound first."

Young Master Zhou followed him out, shouting, "I want that kid to die."

"Okay, okay, this old slave will take care of it." The old man smiled kindly.

"No, I'll go myself."

"Master Duyi."

The two of them left the county government office with their followers, and their figures disappeared. Xu Pingzhi suddenly breathed heavily, like someone who was about to drown.

The whole body has been drenched with sweat.

"I want to sue the imperial court!" Xu Pingzhi said word by word.

"You can't see the Holy Majesty, the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace, how can a hundred households of imperial sword guards be allowed to enter? You don't have the right to report." County magistrate Zhu sighed: "Forget it."

"No way, no way" Xu Pingzhi was sometimes grim and sometimes desperate.

County magistrate Zhu thought for a while, "The only thing you can do now is to find Ci Jiu. He is a student of Yunlu Academy, so maybe he can find a way."

Although Yunlu Academy has been suppressed in the officialdom, there is almost no room for survival, but the people living in it are not powerless scholars.

That is a group of disciples of saints.

They are not only good at convincing people with reason, but also good at convincing people with reason.

So Xu New Year was able to get rid of the fate of exile, but he was expelled from his fame and became a lowly citizen.

Observatory!

Wang Butou rode his horse to the tallest building in the capital, and there was no martial law around it, but when he approached, he would find that there were no traces of people near the Star Observation Tower.

Sitianjian is a place full of legends. Master Jianzheng observes the stars, sets the calendar, and is a person who can communicate with the immortals in the sky.

The works of the alchemists of Sitianjian are widely circulated among the people, benefiting the common people. Compared with other systems, the alchemists of Sitianjian are the image of immortals most accepted by the common people.

Where the gods live, no one dares to come.

For the first few times, Wang Catcher wanted to rein in the horse and go back home, but he held back.

Under tremendous psychological pressure, he stopped in front of the Star Picking Tower, and tied the rein of the horse to the railing on the stone steps with trembling hands.

Bite the scalp and go up the stone steps.

The foundation of the Star Observation Building is a full six meters high, higher than the roof of an ordinary house.

Wang Butou came to the first floor of Zhaixing Building with a nervous mood. The lighting inside was excellent. The sunlight shone in from the rows of holes in the wall, and the dust floated in the light beams.

Catcher Wang saw rows of medicine cabinets, and saw young people in white sitting around and discussing something intensely.

I saw someone reading hard with a scroll in their hands, someone sleeping on the table, and someone boiling medicinal materials.

It has been rumored that the gods of the Sitianjian are all masters of medicine, and they don't charge money for saving lives and healing the wounded. Now Wang Butou believes it.

"who are you?"

A man in white noticed Catcher Wang, came up to him, and examined him.

There are no soldiers guarding Si Tianjian, but very few people dare to approach unscrupulously. Only some people who are seriously ill and know that they have no way out will come here to try their luck.

Wang Catcher was a little cautious, his throat rolled, and he stammered: "I, I am the Catcher of Changle County Yamen."

so?

The man in white looked at him and said nothing.

The other party's eyes were piercing, sharp as if he could see into a person's heart, Wang Catcher was under great pressure, and almost gave up on his little brother Xu Qi'an, turned his head and left.

"I, I'm here to find Miss Caiwei," Wang Butou said.

"Senior Sister Caiwei?" The man in white looked at Catcher Wang again, saw that his hands were empty, and said to himself that you didn't bring anything to eat, so you came to find Senior Sister Caiwei?

"What's up."

Wang Butou took out a book with a dark blue cover from his arms: "A friend asked me to give this book to Miss Caiwei, with a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, please help quickly."

The man in white took it, and glanced at it casually. The words on it were distorted like chicken feet, which was really unrefined.

He lost interest, holding the book in his hand, "Senior Sister Caiwei is not here, she went 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 I will thank you, my lord." Wang Butou fled in despair.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

A man in white beside him looked at the back of Wang Butou leaving hastily and asked.

"A headhunter said he came to look for Senior Sister Caiwei. It should be something urgent. You should send this book to the seventh floor and give it to Senior Brother Song for his opinion."

Song Qing is the leader of the sixth-grade alchemists, and the fourth disciple of Jianzheng. In Sitianjian, everyone can call themselves a disciple of Jianzheng.

But in fact, there were only six apprentices that Jianzheng had really taught, known as the Six Sons of Sitianjian.

The other disciples are all these few who are teaching apprentices on behalf of teachers. Well, Chu Caiwei is the youngest disciple. She has not yet become a teacher, so she is not qualified to teach younger brothers and sisters for the time being.

Not long after Song Qing returned to the capital, he heard about the whole story of the tax and silver case, and with the eager expectation of all his juniors and younger sisters, he took over the counterfeit silver refining.

The extremely happy white-clothed alchemists in the 996 blessings almost cried with joy.

"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 conclude."

"As long as Senior Brother Song can understand the mystery, our Si Tianjian will have one more skill."

Song Qing, who had been furious for twelve hours in a row, waved her hand, "Don't talk, I want to be quiet."

After not sleeping 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 dosage of salt. After summarizing several times, it can be judged that the temperature of the flame should be controlled to melt the salt, but not let it boil.

He has already realized the key to the problem, but he has no concept of voltage, so he can only try again and again to control the intensity of lightning.

"Simple salt can produce fake silver. The person who created this alchemy is simply a genius." Song Qing said with emotion, if he can make friends with this talent, his life creation plan may be greatly benefited. breakthrough.

At this time, a person in white walked up the stairs to the seventh floor—the place where alchemists gathered.

The white clothes are the uniforms of Si Tianjian's disciples, at first glance there is no difference, the difference lies in the chest. The alchemist has a furnace embroidered on his chest.

This disciple who came to the seventh floor has herbal medicine embroidered on his chest, which means that he is the ninth rank of warlocks—physician.

Also known as the doctor.

"Brother, just now a headhunter came to look for Senior Sister Caiwei, and he brought a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, please help quickly."

The disciple who embroidered herbal medicine on his chest said: "I was thinking that there might be something urgent. It was a friend of Senior Sister Caiwei asking for help, so I came up here to let you know."

Xu Qi'an and Song Qing felt that the name was familiar, but couldn't remember it.

"What else did the man say?"

The disciple who embroidered herbs on his chest handed over the book with a dark blue cover in his hand: "Only this book is left."

"This word is so ugly." Song Qing took it and turned to the first page. Immediately, her eyes were irritated by the distorted words like chicken feet.

There is a preface on the first page of the opening article, and he read it carefully:

Equivalent exchange, the immutable principle of alchemy - Edward Elric.

PS: What is short? How can it be called short when it comes to scholars. It's concise! !