Nightwatcher

　　 People from the Criminal Department left quickly and took Xu Qi'an, who had been labeled as a criminal.

　　 The gray-haired old man then removed his qi machine. He didn't even look at Xu Pingzhi. He held the arm of Young Master Zhou: "Master, the old slave will take you back to the house to bandage the wound."

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

　　 "Well, well, the old slave will do it." The old man smiled kindly.

　　 "No, I will go personally."

　　 "All according to the young master."

　　 The two left the county office with their resignation, and disappeared. Xu Pingzhi suddenly breathed heavily, like someone who was almost drowning.

　　 is already drenched with sweat.

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

　　 "You can't see the sacred master, the imperial palace is forbidden. How can the imperial sword guards enter? You don't have the right to play." Zhu County Order sighed: "Forget it."

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

　　 The county magistrate Zhu thought for a while, "The only thing you can do now is to find resignation. He is a member of Yunlu Academy. Maybe there is a way."

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

　　 That is a group of saint disciples.

　　 They are not only good at persuading people with reason, they are also good at persuading people with reason.

　　 Therefore, Xu New Year was able to escape the fate of exile, but was expelled from fame and naturalized.

　　......

　　Guanxinglou!

　　 The king caught his head and rode his horse to the tallest building in the capital. There were no soldiers around the area under martial law, but when he approached, he would find that there were no traces of people near the Star Observatory.

　　 Si Tianjian is a place full of legends. Master Jianzheng observes the stars and determines the calendar. He is an exile figure who can communicate with the heavenly immortals.

　　Sitianjian’s alchemist’s works are widely circulated among the people and benefit the people. Compared with other systems, the Sitianjian warlock is the most accepted image of the gods.

　　 Where the gods live, no one dares to come.

　　 The king caught the head several times and tried to rein in the horse's rein, and went back to the house, but he held back.

　　 Under tremendous psychological pressure, he stopped in front of the Zhanxing Building and tied the horse's rein to the carved fence on the stone steps with trembling hands.

　　 bite the bullet and climbed up the stone steps.

The foundation of 　　Guanxinglou is six meters high, which is higher than the roof of ordinary houses.

　　 Wang Catchhead came to the first floor of the Star Picking Building with a nervous mood. The light inside was very good. The sunlight came in from the holes in the wall, and the dust floated in the beam.

　　 Wang Catchhead saw the rows of medicine cabinets, and saw young people in white clothes sitting together, discussing something vigorously.

　　 I saw someone holding a scroll to study hard, someone sleeping on the table, and someone cooking medicinal herbs.

　　 It is said that all the gods in Sitianjian are sacred hands of medicine, and they don’t charge money to save the dead and heal the wounded... Wang Butou now believes.

"who are you?"

　　 A man in white noticed Wang Catu's head, greeted him, and looked at him.

　　 There are no soldiers guarding the Sitianjian, but few people dare to approach unscrupulously. Only some people who encounter serious illnesses and know that there is no way to survive will they come here to try their luck.

　　 The king was a bit cautious in catching his head. He rolled his throat and stammered: "I, I...I am the head catcher of Yamen in Changle County."

and so?

　　 The man in white looked at him without speaking.

　　 The other person’s eyes were piercing and sharp, as if he could see people’s hearts. Wang Catou was under great pressure, and he almost gave up his little brother Xu Qi’an and turned away.

　　 "I, I'm looking for Miss Caiwei..." Wang Catchhead said.

　　 "Senior Sister Caiwei?" The white-clothed man looked at Wang Catch's head again and saw that he was empty-handed. He said that you didn't bring any food, so you came to Sister Caiwei?

"what's up."

　　 Wang Catch took out a dark blue cover book from his arms: "A friend asked me to give this book to Miss Plucking Wei, with a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, rescue."

　　 The man in white took it, and rolled his eyes for a few moments. The words on it were distorted like chicken feet, which is really difficult to be elegant.

　　 He lost interest, holding a book in his hand, "Senior Sister Caiwei is not here, so go 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 there will be Lord Lao." Wang caught his head and fled.

　　 "Brother, what's the matter."

　　, a white-clothed man looked at the back of Wang Catou hurriedly leaving and asked.

　　 "A head catcher said that the person who came to look for Sister Caiwei should be in an urgent matter... You send this book to the seventh floor and hand it to Senior Brother Song for his opinion."

　　......

　　 Song Qing is the leader of the sixth rank alchemist and the fourth disciple of Jianzheng. In Sitianjian, everyone can claim to be a disciple of Jianzheng.

　　 But in fact, there are only six apprentices actually taught by Jianzheng, who are known as the six sons of Sitianjian.

　　 The other disciples are all these who are teaching apprentices on behalf of their teachers. Well, Chu Caiwei is the youngest disciple. She hasn't been out of the teacher yet, so she's not qualified to teach juniors and sisters.

　　 Not long after Song Qing returned to the capital, he heard the whole story of the tax and silver case, and under the eager anticipation of the juniors and sisters, he took over the refining of fake silver.

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

　　 "Failed again, Brother Song, can't you even do it."

　　 "Nonsense, how could Brother Song fail? It's just that the creation and development of an alchemy requires countless failures to summarize."

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

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

　　 Stayed up all night, Song Qing's eyes were still bright and energetic, and even a little excited. As an alchemy fanatic, he accepted all challenges in the alchemy field.

It’s not about the dosage of salt.... After several summaries, it can be judged that the temperature of the flame should be controlled at the molten salt~www.ltnovel.com~ but not let it boil... The key point is thunder... .. Song Qing pondered.

　　 He has realized the crux of the problem, but there is no concept of voltage, so he can only try again and again to control the intensity of mine law.

"Simple salt can produce fake silver, and the person who created this alchemy is simply a talent." Song Qing said with emotion. If he can associate with this talent, his life creation plan may be huge. breakthrough.

　　 At this time, a white robe walked up the stairs to the seventh floor, where alchemists gathered.

　　The white clothes are the uniforms of Sitianjian disciples. At first glance, there is no difference, the difference lies in the chest. The alchemist's chest was embroidered with a stove.

　　 This disciple who came to the seventh floor, embroidered herbs on his chest, which means that he is the ninth class of warlocks-physicians.

　　 is also called a doctor.

　　 "Brother, a head-catcher came to Sister Caiwei just now, and he also brought a sentence: Xu Qi'an is in trouble, please help me."

　　 The disciple who embroidered herbal medicine on his chest said: "I wondered what might be important. It was Sister Caiwei's friend who asked for help, so I came up to let me know."

　　 Xu Qi'an...Song Qing thinks the name is a bit familiar, but can't remember it anymore.

　　 "What else does that person say?"

　　 The disciple who embroidered herbal medicine on his chest handed over the dark blue cover book in his hand: "I only leave this book."

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

　　 There was a preface on the first page of the article, and he looked at it carefully:

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

　　PS: What is short? It is a matter of scholars, how can it be called short. It's concise! !