The people from the Ministry of Justice left quickly, taking away Xu Qian'an, who was labeled as a criminal.
The gray-haired old man then withdrew his energy, without even looking at Xu Pingzhi, and held Master Zhou's arm: "Master, I will take you back to the mansion to bandage your wounds first."
Master Zhou followed him out and shouted, "I want that kid to die."
"Okay, okay, I will do it." The old man smiled kindly.
"No, I will go myself."
"All is up to you, Master."
The two of them left the county government with their entourage, and their figures disappeared. Xu Pingzhi suddenly breathed heavily, like someone who was almost drowned.
His whole body was soaked with sweat.
"I want to file a complaint with the emperor!" Xu Pingzhi said word by word.
"You can't see the emperor. The imperial palace is a forbidden place. How can the imperial sword guards enter? You don't have the power to make a report." County Magistrate Zhu sighed, "Forget it."
"No, no..." Xu Pingzhi was sometimes ferocious and sometimes desperate.
County Magistrate Zhu thought for a while, "The only thing you can do now is to find Cijiu. He is a candidate of Yunlu Academy. Maybe he can find a way."
Although Yunlu Academy was suppressed in the officialdom and had almost no room for survival, the people living in it were not scholars who were powerless.
They were a group of saints' disciples.
They were not only good at convincing people with reason, but also good at convincing people with reason.
So Xu Xinnian was able to escape the fate of exile, but he was only stripped of his official title and became a slave.
...
Zhaixing Tower!
Captain Wang rode his horse to the tallest building in the capital. There were no soldiers on martial law around it, but when he approached, he found that there was no trace of civilians near Zhaixing Tower.
The Imperial Astronomical Bureau is a place full of legends. The chief of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau observes the stars and sets the calendar. He is a banished immortal who can communicate with the immortals in the sky.
The works of the alchemists of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau are widely circulated among the people and benefit the people. Compared with other systems, the sorcerers of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau are the most accepted immortals by the people.
No one dares to come to the place where the immortals live.
Captain Wang wanted to pull the reins of his horse several times and go home, but he held back.
Under great psychological pressure, he stopped in front of the Zhaixing Tower and tied the reins of his horse to the carved railings on the stone steps with trembling hands.
He went up the stone steps with gritted teeth.
The foundation of the Zhaixing Tower is six meters high, which is higher than the roof of an ordinary house.
Captain Wang came to the first floor of the Zhaixing Tower with a nervous mood. The lighting inside was excellent. The sun shone in from the rows of holes in the wall, and the dust floated in the beams of light.
Captain Wang saw rows of medicine cabinets and young people in white clothes sitting together, discussing something fiercely.
He saw someone holding a book and studying hard, someone sleeping on the table, and someone boiling medicinal materials.
It was said that the gods in the Imperial Observatory were all medical experts who saved the dying and the wounded without charging any money... Captain Wang believed it now.
"Who are you?"
A man in white noticed Captain Wang, came up to him, and examined him.
There were no soldiers guarding the Imperial Observatory, but very few people dared to approach recklessly. Only some people who were seriously ill and knew they had no way to survive would come here to try their luck.
Captain Wang was a little reserved, his throat rolled, and he stammered: "I, I... am the captain of the Changle County Government Office."
So?
The man in white looked at him and said nothing.
The other party's eyes were piercing, as sharp as if they could see into people's hearts. Captain Wang was under great pressure and almost gave up his younger brother Xu Qi'an and turned away.
"I, I came to find Miss Caiwei..." Captain Wang said.
"Senior Sister Caiwei?" The man in white looked at Captain Wang again. Seeing that he was empty-handed, he thought, you didn't bring any food, so you came to find Senior Sister Caiwei?
"What's the matter." Captain Wang took out a book with a dark blue cover from his arms: "A friend asked me to give this book to Miss Caiwei, and attached a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, please save him quickly."
The man in white took it and flipped through it casually. The words on it were twisted like chicken claws, which was really not worthy of being in a formal place.
He lost interest and held 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'll trouble you, sir." Captain Wang fled in panic.
"Brother, what's the matter?"
A white-clothed man beside him looked at the back of Wang the Captain leaving in a hurry and asked.
"A captain said he came to see Sister Caiwei. He must have something urgent... You send this book to the seventh floor and give it to Brother Song to ask for his opinion."
...
Song Qing is the leader among the sixth-grade alchemists and the fourth disciple of the Supervisor. In the Sitianjian, everyone can claim to be the disciple of the Supervisor.
But in fact, the Supervisor has only taught six disciples, known as the Six Sons of the Sitianjian.
The other disciples are all taught by these people on behalf of the master. Well, Chu Caiwei is the youngest disciple. She has not yet graduated and is not qualified to teach the junior brothers and sisters.
Song Qing had just returned to the capital not long ago. He heard about the whole story of the tax silver case. Under the eager expectations of the junior brothers and sisters, he took over the refining of fake silver.
The white-clothed alchemists who were extremely happy in the 996 blessing were almost crying with joy.
"Failed again, Senior Brother Song, even you can't do it."
"Nonsense, how could Senior 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, our Sitianjian will have mastered another skill."
Song Qing, who had been working hard for twelve hours, waved his hand, "Don't talk, I want to be quiet."
After staying up all night, Song Qing's eyes were still bright and even a little excited. 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 be roughly judged that the temperature of the flame should be controlled to melt the salt, but it cannot be allowed to boil... The key point is lightning... Song Qing pondered.
He has 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 the thunder method.
"Simple salt can make fake silver. The person who created this alchemy is simply a genius." Song Qing sighed. If he could make friends with this talent, his life creation plan might get a huge breakthrough.
At this time, a man in white came up the stairs to the seventh floor, where alchemists gathered.
The white clothes are the uniforms of the disciples of the Sitianjian. At first glance, there is no difference. The difference is on the chest. The alchemist's chest is embroidered with a stove.
The disciple who came to the seventh floor has herbs embroidered on his chest, which means that he is a ninth-grade sorcerer - a physician.
Also known as a doctor.
"Brother, a head of the police came to see Senior Sister Caiwei just now, and brought a message: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, hurry up to save him."
The disciple with herbs embroidered on his chest said: "I think there may be something urgent, and it is Senior Sister Caiwei's friend who asked for help, so I came up to tell him."
Xu Qi'an... Song Qing felt that this name was familiar, but he couldn't remember it.
"What else did that person say?"
The disciple with herbs embroidered on his chest handed over the dark blue book in his hand: "Only this book is left."
"The handwriting is so ugly..." Song Qing took it and turned to the first page. He was immediately irritated by the twisted words like chicken claws.
There was only a preface on the first page. He read it carefully:
Equivalent exchange, the unchanging principle of alchemy - Edward Elric.