Chapter 24

People from the Ministry of punishment leave quickly and take away Xu Qi'an, who is labeled as a criminal.

The gray haired old man then took away his breathing machine. Without looking at Xu Pingzhi, he held childe Zhou's arm: "young master, I'll take you back to the house to bandage the wound first."

Mr. Zhou followed him out and yelled, "I want that boy to die."

"Good, good, old slave will do it." The old man has a kind smile on his face.

"No, I'll go myself."

"All according to young master."

They leave the county government with their retinue and disappear. Xu Pingzhi suddenly breathes like a drowning man.

He was soaked through with sweat.

"I'll sue the crown!" Xu Pingzhi said every word.

"You can't see the holy place, the forbidden area of the imperial palace. Is it the Royal sword guard that can enter? You don't have the right to play Zhu county magistrate sighed: "forget it."

"Can't, can't..." Xu Pingzhi sometimes ferocious, sometimes desperate.

County Magistrate Zhu thought for a moment, "the only thing you can do now is to find a way to leave the old school. He is the leader of Yunlu Academy. Maybe there will be a way."

Although Yunlu Academy was severely suppressed in the officialdom, there was little room for survival, but the people who lived in it were not helpless scholars.

It was a group of saints.

They are not only good at persuading people by reason, but also good at persuading people by reason.

So at the beginning, Xu Xinnian was able to get rid of the fate of exile, only to get rid of fame and become a humble citizen.

...

Star Tower!

Constable Wang plans to visit the tallest building in the capital. There are no soldiers around it. However, when he approaches, he will find that there is no trace of people near the star watching tower.

Si Tian Jian is a place full of legend. The supervisor observes the stars and sets the calendar. He is a person who can communicate with celestial beings.

The works of the alchemists of Si Tianjian are widely spread among the people and benefit the people. Compared with other systems, the alchemists of Si Tianjian are the most accepted images of immortals.

Where the gods live, no one dares to come.

Several times, Constable Wang tried to rein in his horse and go back to his house, but he resisted.

Under great psychological pressure, he stopped in front of the star picking tower and tied his horse's reins to the stone steps with shaking hands.

Harden your head and walk up the stone steps.

The foundation of the Star Tower is six meters high, higher than the roof of an ordinary family.

Constable Wang came to the first floor of the star picking building with a worried mood. The lighting was excellent. The sunlight came in from the rows of holes in the wall, and the dust floated in the beam.

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

See someone holding a book to study hard, see someone lying on the table to sleep, see someone boiling herbs.

It's said that all the immortals of Si Tianjian are medical masters, and they don't charge for rescuing the wounded... Constable Wang now believes it.

"Who are you?"

A man in white noticed Constable Wang and came up to examine him.

There are no soldiers around Si Tianjian, but few people dare to come near without fear. Only some people who are seriously ill and know they have no way to live will come here to try their luck.

Constable Wang was a little stiff. He rolled his throat and stammered: "I, i... am the Constable of Changle County Yamen."

So?

The man in white looked at him and said nothing.

The other side's eyes were bright and sharp, as if they could see people's heart. Constable Wang was under great pressure and almost gave up his younger brother Xu Qi'an and turned away.

"I, I come to find Caiwei girl..." said Constable Wang.

"Elder martial sister Caiwei?" The man in white once again examined the constable Wang. Seeing that he was empty handed, he said that you didn't bring anything to eat, so you came to find elder martial sister Caiwei?

"What's the matter?"

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

The man in white took it and turned a few eyes. The words on it were twisted like chicken feet. It was hard to be elegant.

He lost interest, holding a book in his hand, "elder martial sister Caiwei is not here, so he went out to play. I'll give it to you later, or I'll wait for you

"Thank you, my Lord." The king fled.

"What's the matter, elder martial brother?"

On the side, a man in White asked, looking at the back of constable Wang who left in a hurry.

"A constable said that he came to find elder martial sister Caiwei. It should be something urgent... You send this book to the seventh floor and give it to elder martial brother song to ask his opinion."

...

Song Qing is the leader of the six grade alchemists and the fourth disciple of JianZheng. In sitianjian, everyone can call himself a disciple of JianZheng.

But in fact, there were only six apprentices that JianZheng really taught, known as the six sons of sitianjian.The other disciples are all those who are teaching on behalf of their teachers. Well, Chu Caiwei is the youngest disciple. She has not yet finished her teaching, so she is not qualified to teach younger martial brothers and younger martial sisters.

Soon after returning to the capital, Song Qing heard about the whole story of the tax and silver case, and took over the refining of counterfeit silver with the ardent expectation of all the younger martial brothers and sisters.

In the 996 fortune, the white alchemists, who were extremely happy, almost cried with joy.

"Failed again, elder martial brother song, even you can't do it."

"Nonsense, how can elder martial brother song fail? It's just an alchemy creation and R & D that needs countless failures to sum up."

"As long as elder martial brother song can understand the mystery, our sky warden will master one more skill."

After 12 hours of continuous liver explosion, Song Qing waved, "don't talk, I want to be quiet."

He stayed up all night. Song Qing's eyes were still bright and even excited. As an alchemist, he accepted all the challenges in the field of alchemy.

It's not about the dosage of salt... After several times of summary, it may be judged that the temperature of the flame should be controlled to melt the salt, but it should not be allowed to boil... The key point is thunder and lightning... Song Qing pondered.

He has realized that the key to the problem is that there is no concept of voltage, so he can only try again and again to control the intensity of thunder method.

"Simple salt can produce fake silver. The man who created this alchemy is just a talent of heaven." Song Qing sighed that if he could make friends with this talent, his life creation plan might get a huge breakthrough.

At this time, a white man stepped on the stairs to the seventh floor, where the alchemists gathered.

White dress is the uniform of the disciple of Si Tian Jian. At first glance, it doesn't make any difference. The difference lies in the chest. The alchemist's chest is embroidered with a stove.

This disciple, who came to the seventh floor, is embroidered with herbal medicine on his chest, which means that he is the ninth product of a warlock - doctor.

Also called doctor.

"Elder martial brother, just now a constable came to elder martial sister Caiwei with a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, save him quickly."

The disciple who embroidered herbal medicine on her chest said, "I was thinking about something urgent. It was elder martial sister Caiwei's friend who asked for help, so I came up here to let her know."

I feel a little familiar with the name of song Qiqing.

"What else did the man say?"

The disciple who embroidered herbal medicine on his chest handed over the book with the dark blue cover: "only this book is left."

"This word is just ugly out of the sky..." Song Qing took it, opened the first page, and was immediately irritated by the twisted words like chicken feet.

On the first page of the article, there was a preface. He looked at it carefully:

the principle of equal exchange and unchanging alchemy - Edward elrich.

PS: what is short? How can we call it short. It's simple!!