Inner Demons

Qinghe County has three towns under its jurisdiction. The county government is located in the largest town, Qinghe Town. The county lord Shen Zhimo 20 years ago was old and had children. After 20 years, he was old and childless. He has already been mentally and physically exhausted.

The thing that supports him not to be sick, is that’s all that he wants to arrest the murderer who killed his son.

Now he has a messy hair bun, staring straight at Xing Li under the hall with his eyes staring for a while, before asking quietly: “A painter?”

” A crazy painter.” Xing Li said, “I found a talisman, as well as pen and paper for painting. Tang Zun knows that these artists who traveled by the side belonged to the lower ninth class in the world, and the rapists were not there. A minority. He went to Gai County in his humble position, and the situation there was a couple. With the sword in his hand, that person confessed.”

Painting artist, not a general term for a certain type of person, It’s a profession. Great Dao Formless, heaven and earth are alive. But people believe that the invisible spirit can be solidified by some means-through books or paintings.

The book is talisman. Taoist priests are mostly familiar with Dao of Talisman, and their Sect Founder is called the Book Sage—and the Sword Sovereign are called the Double Sage in the world.

As for painting, it’s just painting. Someone who knows the subtleties of the law, using pen and ink as a medium, steals some Spirit of Heaven & Earth, and seals it in a picture scroll, which has more or less effect. But the secular people do not respect the painter like the Taoist priests. In the eyes of today’s people of insight, those guys are not much different from the scammers who hawk “Golden Core”, or… just slightly better.

Painting artists with cultivation may have “sacred works”-for example, the picture of pine and crane behind Tang Zun was made by a previous artist. Painting in the hall does have the effect of peace of mind and tranquility, but it is not known that it can prolong life. But in this dynasty, the dynasty that has been in existence for more than four hundred years, the methods that were originally only circulated in the market are slowly withering. After all, the painters are not like the Taoist under the book Holy Sect or the sword under the Holy Sect. Like the Swordsman, there is an inheritance of Orthodoxy or Sword Sect.

So it started to become fish and dragons mixed in together. People with real cultivation are rarely seen, and most of the rest are liars that make money from fools and women.

My son died in the hands of such an inferior painter?

Looking at his face, Xing Li added: “I am a young man with some cultivation. But he did such a heinous thing. The old man is sad.”

It took a long time for County Magistrate to put out a breath: “There will be no need to go to school tomorrow.”

Xing Li was taken aback for a while, and then he realized.

“Yes.” He said, “Then he will escape from prison tonight. My lord…but you want to watch it yourself?”

Shen Zhimo’s slightly cloudy eyes trembled a few times , Slowly caged his hands into the cuffs: “You came to Qinghe with me from Yun Prefecture. Liheng… Liheng has been close to you since childhood. I can rest assured that you do things.”

Xing Li expected the result. Even if the old man thought about it, he probably wouldn’t dare to see the “criminal” who killed his son. I’m not afraid of the “criminal”, but I’m afraid that I saw him, but I couldn’t hold back that breath.

Xing Li retired, turned and walked a few steps, and Shen Zhimo suddenly said: “Naxin Orion said it was a monster.”

Xing Li turned and said solemnly: “I think it is Xin. The old man was so scared that he spoke without careful diction. How is this kind of cannibals different from monsters and beasts.”

paused, took a deep breath: “Li Heng always calls me Xing Big Brother. The humble job… always treats him as his own brother. Liheng’s hatred, no matter what an adult, I’m desperate to avenge it. Fortunately, the sky opens my eyes today…today…”

He choked up when he said that, and took a deep breath to suppress his emotions, and accused him of: “The humble job is nothing, my lord…”

“Go. Go.” Shen Zhimo is already in tears. Vertically and horizontally, he waved his hands again and again, “Don’t let him die too happily!”

“Yes.”

Xing Li walked out the door before exhaling the foul air in his chest. Before he breathed, he expressed grief and was unable to hold on to himself, but at this moment the grief disappeared without a trace.

Is your lord really old?

As for what the young man said…

Xing Li believed him.

He has seen that thing.

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The roof of the cell will let in strands of light. This is probably a house that has been in disrepair.

Li Yunxin lay on the damp straw, thinking what to do.

He never felt like a “painter”. In fact, before Xing Constable said he was an evil painter, he was always curious about this profession.

He woke up, or after he was born, he lived in a mountain village in Dingzhou. The mountains are not green, the water is not clear, and the land is not fertile. It can be regarded as one of the innumerable remote mountain villages in the Daqing Dynasty.

My parents are both very kind and intelligent people. Li Yunxin used to wonder if they were the kind of hermits who saw through the world. When his four or five-year-old father began to teach him something, he confirmed this conjecture.

It turns out that this World has spell.

One day there was a lack of salt at home, and it was a long way to go to the county to buy, so my father took a piece of paper, drew a bowl, and then dipped some salt foam and made a mark in the bowl. Lift the piece of paper and shake it crash-bang.

The pure white salt fell rustlingly from the paper.

At that time, it was probably the young father who wanted to make the child happy. There was a tree of moonlit flowers and the setting sun in the courtyard. But he didn’t know that his little son was actually not that simple.

He learned this skill afterwards. His father told him that the person who really mastered this skill was called a painter.

Into the painting with all things, from the world to the painting, as large as thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, as small as Sumeru mustard seeds, this is the artist.

The painter in my father’s mouth is probably different from the painter in the secular population. But Li Yunxin is still unclear at this time.

The daylight above your head slowly turns into golden-yellow, and finally no longer leaks in through the gap. Li Yunxin knew it was night.

The sound of footsteps came from the hallway. A policeman took a tray and walked to the cell door, took a look at him, opened the cell door and walked in and put the tray on the floor.

“Let’s eat.” The messenger said in a nasty voice, “For your good luck, Xing Tou thinks that you are a person and never gave you any soup.”

After that, When someone called him, he glared at Li Yunxin again, took the door and walked out.

Li Yunxin glanced at the food, there was half a corn bun and half a bowl of gruel. It’s a good meal. At least in the village, many people don’t often eat corn buns.

He hesitated for a moment to extend the hand and took a sip of gruel, then grabbed the steamed bun and ate it slowly. He has been hungry for a long time, he knows to take it slowly, otherwise he will feel comfortable.

When things got off his stomach, he felt that his energy eased slightly before he raised his eyes to look at the cell door.

When the messenger walked out, he had already noticed that the lock was not locked, as if the messenger had forgotten.

Li Yunxin stared at the door with a weird and complicated expression for a while, realizing that it might be…unusual.

He didn’t know if it was a local practice to open the door to deliver food, but he knew that the wooden fence of the prison door was actually a little higher than the ground. Everything in this tray can be pushed from there.

I also know that the lock on the prison door is rusty. If someone tries to unlock the lock while delivering food to every prisoner, then the lock should never be what it is now.

That means that the messenger deliberately opened the lock and entered, and then deliberately forgot to release the lock.

Oh, this kind of thing.

Probably a genuine 14-year-old boy can’t figure out why, but Li Yunxin is not a 14-year-old boy.

Xing Constable wants a scapegoat. If he had to do the same thing-the prisoner escaped from prison and then was killed, the case was over, no one would have to work hard to really catch some monster.

He relaxed thinking of here. At least from now until he walks out of this door and walks into the night, probably no one will disturb him.

So…

After eating and drinking, Li Yunxin found a more comfortable place in the straw and fell asleep.

But the two messengers hiding not far away at the moment can’t be as comfortable and comfortable as him. The two waited for a while, but did not hear the expected sound of pushing the door or footsteps.

“That kid didn’t look at it?”

“…a boy, probably.”

“Damn it, a goose.”

“You have a voice.”

Soap clothes sent someone sighed then said, and said, “Look at the prison door, and drink later!”

“Walk around, what else can I do to setback.” Another person said.

The two waited a while after the play, and finally heard the sound.

It’s just snoring.

“Damn…this goose…”