Chapter 24: The Blue Book
The people from the Ministry of Punishment quickly left, taking away Xu Qi'an, who had been labeled as a human criminal.
Only then did the white-haired old man withdraw his Qi, not even looking at Xu Pingzhi as he gripped Duke Zhou's arm, "Young master, the old slave will first take you back to the mansion to bandage your wounds."
Zhou Gongzi followed him outside, yelling, "I want that kid to die."
"Fine, fine, the old slave will take care of it." The old man had a kind smile on his face.
"No, I'll go myself."
"All according to young master."
The two of them left the county office with their escorts, and as their figures disappeared, Xu Pingzhi suddenly breathed heavily, like someone who had nearly drowned.
His body was already drenched in sweat.
"I'm going to sue the royal court!" Xu Pingzhi said word for word.
"You won't be able to see His Holiness, the forbidden land of the palace, is it not a hundred households of the Imperial Sword Guards that can enter? You don't have the power to petition either." Zhu magistrate sighed: "Forget it."
"No way, no way ....." Xu Pingzhi was sometimes hideous, sometimes desperate.
County Magistrate Zhu thought for a moment, "The only thing you can do now is to go find Rhetoric, he's a scholar from Yunlu Academy, he might have a way."
Although Yunlu Academy was highly suppressed in the official world and had almost no room for survival, the people who lived there were not unencumbered scholars.
It was a group of saintly disciples.
They were not only good at convincing people with their reasoning, they were even better at convincing people with their reasoning.
That's why in the beginning, Xu New Year was able to get rid of the fate of exile, only to be dismissed from his title and enter the lowly status.
......
The Star Remover Building!
Wang sheriff steered his horse to this highest building in the capital city, there were no soldiers around to keep a tight security, but when approaching, one would realize that there were no traces of the people around the Star Picking Building at all.
The Heavenly Superintendent is a place full of legends. The Superintendent observes the stars and sets the calendar, and is an immortal figure who can communicate with the immortals in the sky.
The works of the alchemists of the Si Tian Supervisor were widely circulated among the people for the benefit of the people, and compared to other systems, the Si Tian Supervisor Warlocks were the most accepted image of the Immortals by the people.
Where the immortals lived, no one dared to come.
Sheriff Wang wanted to rein in his horse several times and call home, but he held back.
Under great psychological pressure, he stopped in front of the Star Picking Building and tied the horse's reins to the carved rail on the stone steps with trembling hands.
Stiffly, he went up the stone steps.
The foundation of the Star Picking Building was a full six meters high, higher than the roof of an ordinary house.
With trepidation, Sheriff Wang arrived at the first floor of the Star Picking Building, which was extremely well lit, with sunlight coming in from the rows of holes in the walls, and the dusty rice floated in the beams of light.
Sheriff Wang saw rows and rows of medicine cabinets, and saw young people in white clothes sitting around, discussing something heatedly.
He saw people holding scrolls and reading hard, he saw people sleeping on the table, and he saw people boiling herbs.
Rumor has it that all the immortals of the Divine Superintendent are medical saints, saving lives and helping people without charging .... money. Sheriff Wang now believed it.
"Who are you?"
A white-robed man noticed Sheriff Wang and greeted him, scrutinizing him.
There were no soldiers guarding around the Si Tian Jian, however, very few people dared to approach it recklessly, and only those who encountered serious illnesses and knew that they had no chance of survival would come here to try their luck.
Wang sheriff is a bit formal, his throat rolled a bit, stuttered: "I, I .... am the constable of the Changle County Yamen."
So?
The man in white looked at him without saying anything.
The other party's eyes were gleaming, sharp as if they could see into a person's heart, and Sheriff Wang was under so much pressure that he was almost about to give up on his little old brother Xu Qi'an and turn his head away.
"I, I came to find Miss Caiwei ....." Constable Wang said.
"Sister Caiwei?" The white-robed man once again scrutinized Sheriff Wang, seeing that he was empty-handed, he thought to himself, "You didn't even bring any food, and you're here to find Sister Caiwei?
"What is it."
Sheriff Wang fished out a book with a dark blue cover from his arms, "A friend asked me to deliver this book to Sister Caiwei with a message: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, save him quickly."
The man in white took it and casually flipped through it a few times, the words on it were twisted as if they were chicken claws, it was really hard to be elegant.
He lost interest, holding the book in his hand, "Senior Sister Caiwei is not here, out playing. You can either wait here or come back later, or give me the book and I'll pass it on for you."
"Then I'm grateful to you, my lord." Sheriff Wang fled.
"Senior brother, what's the matter."
A white-robed man on the side looked at Sheriff Wang's hastily departing back and asked.
"A constable, said that he came to look for senior sister Caiwei, there should be an urgent matter .... You send this book to the seventh floor, hand it over to Senior Brother Song and ask his opinion."
......
Song Qing was the leader of the Sixth Grade Alchemists, the fourth disciple of the Supervisor Zheng, and in the Sitian Supervisor, everyone could outwardly claim to be a Supervisor Zheng disciple.
But in fact, there were only six disciples that the Supervisor Zheng had actually taught, known as the Six Sons of the Si Tian Supervisor.
Other disciples, are these a few in the generation of the teacher to teach disciples, well, Chu Caiwei is the youngest disciple, himself is not yet out of the teacher, temporarily unqualified to teach the teacher siblings.
Song Qing has just returned to the capital soon, heard the beginning and end of the tax silver case, in the eager expectation of the master siblings, took over the fake silver refining.
The white-clothed alchemists who were blissfully happy in 996 Blessing almost wept with joy.
"Failed again, Senior Brother Song, even you can't."
"Nonsense, how could Senior Brother Song fail, it's just that the creation, research and development of an alchemy requires countless failures to summarize."
"As long as Senior Brother Song can penetrate the mysteries of it, our Heavenly Monitors will have mastered one more skill."
Song Qing, who had continuously exploded his liver for twelve hours, waved his hand, "Don't talk at all, I want to be quiet."
Having stayed up all night, Song Qing's eyes were still shining brightly, even a little hyperactive, as an alchemy fanatic, he accepted all challenges in the field of alchemy.
It's not a matter of salt dosage .... After several summaries, it can probably be judged that the temperature of the flame should be controlled to melt the salt, but not to let it boil .... The key point is in the lightning .... Song Qing mused.
He had already realized the key to the problem, he just didn't have the concept of voltage and could only try over and over again to control the intensity of the lightning method.
"Simple salt can refine fake silver, the person who created this alchemy is simply a heavenly talent." Song Qing sighed with emotion, if he could befriend this talent, his life creation program might get a huge breakthrough.
At this moment, a white-robed man stepped on the stairs to the seventh floor - the place where alchemists were clustered.
The white coat was the uniform of the disciples of the Sithian Supervisor, and at first glance there was no difference; the difference was in the chest. Alchemists had fire furnaces embroidered on their chests.
This disciple who came to the seventh level had herbs embroidered on his chest, which meant that he was a Warlock of the ninth rank - a Healer.
Also known as a healer.
"Senior brother, just now, a constable came to find Senior Sister Caiwei and brought a message that Xu Qi'an is in trouble, save him quickly."
The disciple with the embroidered herbs on his chest said, "I pondered that it might be something urgent, a friend of Senior Sister Caiwei's asking for help, so I came up here specifically to let him know."
Xu Qi'an .... Song Qing felt that the name was somewhat familiar, but couldn't recall it.
"What else did that person say?"
The disciple with herbs embroidered on his chest handed over the dark blue-covered book in his hand, "Only this book was left behind."
"The words are simply ugly out of this world ...." Song Qing took it and flipped through the first page, immediately getting his eyes spiced up by the chicken-claw-like twisted words.
The first page opened with a single sentence of preface, and he stared at it intently:
Equivalent exchange, the unchanging principle of alchemy - Edward Elric.
PS: Short what's short, how can you call it short when it's about reading. It is brevity!
