Chapter 24 The Blue Book

The people from the Ministry of Justice quickly left and took away Xu Qi’an, who had been labeled as a human criminal.

Only then did the old man with white hair 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 dead.”

“Fine, fine, the old slave will get it done.” The old man had a kind smile on his face.

“No, I’ll go myself.”

“All according to the young master.”

The two left the county office with their escorts, their figures disappearing, and Xu Pingzhi suddenly breathed heavily, like someone who had nearly drowned.

It was already drenched in sweat.

“I’m going to sue the Imperial 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 for the Hundred Households of the Imperial Sword Guards to enter? You also don’t have the power to appeal.” Magistrate Zhu sighed: “Forget it.”

“It won t work, it won t …. work.” Xu Pingzhi was sometimes hideous, sometimes desperate.

Magistrate Zhu thought for a moment, “The only thing you can do now is to go find Rhetoric, he’s a scholar from the Yunlu Academy, so he might have a solution.”

Although the Yunlu Academy is highly suppressed in the officialdom and has almost no room for survival, the people who live in it are not unencumbered readers.

That’s a bunch of saintly disciples.

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

That’s why Xu Xinxin was able to get out of exile in the first place, only to be dismissed from the meritocracy and enter the lowly status.

……

Stargazer Building!

Sheriff Wang steered his horse to this highest building in the capital city, with no soldiers on guard around the perimeter, but when approaching, he would realize that there was no sign of the people near the Stargazer Building at all.

The Heavenly Superintendent is a place full of legends. Lord Superintendent observes the stars and sets the calendar, and is an exiled figure who can communicate with the immortals in the sky.

The works of the alchemists of the Sithian Temple were widely circulated among the people for the benefit of the people, and compared to other systems, the Sithian Temple Warlocks were the most accepted image of the gods and goddesses by the people.

Where the gods live, no one dares to come.

Several times, Sheriff Wang wanted to strangle his horse’s reins and fight his way back home, but he held back.

Under great mental pressure, he stopped in front of the Stargazer’s House, and with trembling hands tied the horse’s reins to the carved rail on the stone steps.

Stiffly, up the stone steps.

The foundation of the Stargazer Building was 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 through the rows of holes in the walls, and the dust vesicles floating in the beams of light.

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

Seeing someone holding a scroll and reading hard, seeing someone sleeping on a table, seeing someone boiling herbs.

Rumor has it that all the immortals of the Divine Superintendent are all medical saints, and they don t charge any money for saving lives …. Sheriff Wang now believes it.

“What are you?”

A white-robed man noticed Sheriff Wang and greeted him, scrutinizing him.

There are no soldiers guarding the area around the SZT, but very few people dare to approach it recklessly, and only those who are suffering from serious illnesses and know that they have no chance of survival will come here to take their chances.

Sheriff Wang was a bit constrained, his throat rolled a bit, and he stammered, “I, I …. am the Sheriff of Changle County Yamen.”

So?

The white man looked at him without speaking.

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 …..” Sheriff Wang said.

“Senior 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 with you, and you’re here to look for Senior 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 Miss Caiwei with a message: Xu Qi’an is in trouble, save him quickly.”

The white-robed man took it and casually flipped through a few eyes, the words on it were twisted as if they were chicken claws, it was really hard to get into the big picture.

He lost interest and held the book in his hand, “Senior Sister Caiwei is not here and has gone out to play. You can either wait here or come back later, or give me the book and I’ll pass it on for you.”

“Then I’ll be obliged to you, my lord.” Sheriff Wang fled.

“Elder brother, what is it.”

A white-robed man on the side looked at Sheriff Wang’s hastily departing back and asked.

“A constable, said that he came to find senior sister Caiwei, there should be an urgent matter …. You take this book to the seventh floor and give it to Senior Brother Song and ask him for his opinion.”

……

Song Qing was the leader of the Sixth Grade Alchemists, the fourth disciple of the Supervisor, and in the Si Tian Supervisor, all people could externally call themselves Supervisor’s disciples.

But in fact, the Supervisor has really taught only six disciples, known as the Six Sons of the Heavenly Supervisor.

The other disciples, are these few in the vicarious teaching, well, Chu Caiwei is the youngest disciple, he himself is not yet out of the master, temporarily unqualified to teach the master siblings.

Song Qing had just returned to the capital not long ago, heard about the beginning and end of the tax silver case, and took over the fake silver refining under the eager expectation of all the senior brothers and sisters.

The White Alchemists, who were blissfully happy in 996 Blessings, 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 Sitian Supervisor 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 and even a little hyperactive; as an alchemy fanatic, he accepted all challenges in the field of alchemy.

It’s not the dose of salt …. After several roundups, it’s probably safe to judge that the temperature of the flame has to be controlled to melt the salt, but not to make it boil …. The key point is in the lightning …. Song Qing mused.

He had realized the crux of 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, he might be able to get a huge breakthrough in his life creation program.

At that moment, a white-robed stepped on the stairs to the seventh floor – the place where the alchemists piled up.

The white clothes were the uniforms of the disciples of the Sithian Supervisor, at first glance there was no difference, the difference was in the chest. The alchemist’s chest was embroidered with a fireplace.

This disciple who came to the seventh floor had herbs embroidered on his chest, which meant that he was the ninth rank of a warlock – a healer.

Also known as a healer.

“Senior brother, just now a constable came looking for Senior Sister Caiwei with a message that Xu Qi’an is in trouble and should be rescued quickly.”

The disciple with the embroidered herbs on his chest said, “I pondered that there might be something urgent, a friend of Senior Sister Caiwei’s asking for help, so I came up here specifically to inform him.”

Xu Qi An …. Song Qing felt that the name was somewhat familiar, but couldn’t recall it.

“What else did the man say?”

The disciple with herbs embroidered on his chest handed over the dark blue-covered book in his hand, “Only this book remains.”

“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 opening page opened with a single sentence of preamble, which he read intently:

Equivalent Exchange, the Unchanging Principle of Alchemy – Edward Elric.

PS: What’s short about short, how can you call it short when it’s about reading. It is concise!