The old ruined temple was littered with ruins, and the cold north wind searched for the crevices hidden in the corners, pierced through the low stone walls, and whistled through the dusty abandoned mountain temple.

The winter was unusually long, with the white-bearded statue of the mountain god covered with dust, the broken cobwebs covering the mountain god's cheeks and severed arms, and the dead grass and rotting wood scattered all over the ground cluttered with squeaky squirrels.

The little boy hid behind the fallen idol, the withered grass yellow, a thick layer covering his young and withered body, like a young beast that had just escaped its mother's body, curled up with slender limbs, clinging to his weak torso, guarding what was left.

It's cold.

He crawled out of the haystack and saw the old guy who was dead.

Daddy still didn't survive this winter after all, but even if that old guy is alive, what can he change? In addition to scolding and scolding, the old man with a decrepit face had already had a nervous breakdown, and his speech was slurred all day long, cursing words that the little boy did not understand at all, and the old guy always stole wine and drank, whether it was the leftover scraps of the tavern or the tributes offered to the gods and Buddhas by pilgrims, the little boy had seen the most was only the appearance of a mess of flesh lying in the corner of the wall full of wine.

Now, that mess of meat is really going to rot.

The little boy found his father dead in the corner of the wall in the morning when he was in the air, and the cold winter completely froze the old man's body, like a stone statue, his gray hair was as messy as withered grass, the winter lazy sun sprinkled on his body, his face was folded like weathered rocks, and his pale face was full of hatred on weekdays, and at this moment he actually showed a peaceful expression that the little boy had never seen.

Although when he was alive, he thought about the old thing and died quickly, but at the moment when he was really dead, the little boy suddenly found that the bottom of his eyes was warm, his dirty little hands wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes, and between the blank and empty heaven and earth, a bone-chilling coldness came to his face.

The snow came very quickly, for a long, long time. The old man's body was soon buried by the snow, and the little boy stood in the snow, watching the white snow eat the old man little by little.

The heavy snow covered the stunned little boy inch by inch, like a statue buried by the snow.

It was a small, black and thin little girl like a piece of bacon, with brown dry hair, dirty little hands wiping tears, and thin arms waving in the snow, digging out the frozen little boy from the snow nest, and the petite body dragged the frozen little boy into the broken temple and hid behind the statue of the mountain god.

The fear that I had never had made the little girl tremble, and the crying little face was wrinkled and even more ugly. She had nothing to lose anymore, only this little boy who was a little older than her.

Four years ago in the winter, he pulled her out of the haystack.

Four years later, in the winter, she dug him out of the snow.

The little girl stuffed the stolen hard steamed buns into the little boy's mouth, and her face was full of tears.

Fortunately, there was a lot of artemisia grass, and the little girl picked up all the grass and covered the little boy.

The darkness swept over the world, the air was filled with the fishy smell of weeds, fear pressed against his chest like a scale, and the boy breathed heavily, like a fish swimming in a dry lake, suffocating desperately, and his thin little body trembled violently.

The little boy writhed helplessly, his little limbs stretched helplessly, trying to grasp everything within reach, the rough hay stung him, but it brought a little comfort.

In the darkness, he reached out and hugged a hard, slightly soft piece of something that had a faint warmth on it, and the familiar, smell of food.

The little boy's thin body, the protruding bones of the little girl struggled slightly.

Finally woke up.

Feeling the squirming of the boy in her arms, the little girl cried with joy, her petite arms hurriedly hugged the little boy, and the meager body temperature tossed gently between the two little children.

- "Money fans, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

A soft voice came from the darkness.

In the chaotic and ethereal memory, he desperately stretched out his hand from the endless abyss, and finally held the pair of hands bathed in sunlight.

It's so warm.

"Ingot Treasure!"

Liu Shuang woke up from his sleep and blurted out, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was still holding a soft jade hand in his hand.

"I'm sorry to offend Sister Chu!" Hurriedly let go of his hand, in such a cold dream, the cold sweat on Liu Shuang's forehead had dried up.

"Stupid, I have a lot of strength." Chu Qingqing shook off the aching hand, didn't care, she was still thinking about her belongings in her sleep, and a faint smile bloomed at the corner of her lips, "Do you still think about money when you sleep?" There are a lot of gods and priests, enough for your expenses. ”

Last night was in danger, and he had to go all out to break the technique, and he had to recuperate carefully when he was already a young man who had been hit by the balsam, only to be awakened by a nightmare.

Fortunately, as one of the eight departments, although the façade is not very elegant, but it has been operating for many years, and there are naturally not a few favors and rewards, so the materials are abundant, and the good medicinal materials that cherish the tonic have been surplus last night.

"You're awake. Come, drink this medicine. Chu Qingqing was worried about the body of this new colleague, after all, he was forced to use spells in order to save himself.

In the practice of the law, the magic and martial arts are two completely different branches, the martial arts cultivation of Qi, the cultivation of the spirit of the magic, and the martial arts of the style, Qi, the three realms of the Tao, the magic is also divided into the three realms of the arts, the law, the Tao, the same way, whether it is the magic or the martial arts, after all, or return to the Tao realm, but the practitioners of the magic need great talent and perseverance, when I was a child, my father also wanted to let himself learn the arts, but the state of mind is not enough, did not learn. Unexpectedly, this new colleague not only practiced martial arts similar to his own, but also knew a lot of magic.

In the entire Divine Capture Division, only the second sister practiced magic, and even characters such as Lord Sidian were only peeping into the magic realm in terms of magic.

The second sister once said that the first discipline of magic is the same as the four orders of heaven, xuan, ying, and peep in each realm of martial arts, and it is also divided into twelve levels, and there is only one master of the dao realm in the whole world, and there are only a handful of heavenly law realms and mystical law realms under the dao realm. The difference is that a spell can be cast through runes, and those who can make runes can only be done by masters who have reached the law realm. Looking at the entire Chen Kingdom, how many masters of the Law Realm are there? Chu Qingqing saw the second sister make a move, and even Zhuo Sidian was amazed by the flowing spell, and even the second sister, who was the second master of the Divine Capture Division, was just a glimpse of the law realm.

The rune spell used by the mysterious killer last night was actually broken in a snap of his fingers, although it was far inferior to the second sister, but the cultivation of the young man in front of him was obviously not simple.

Liu Shuang rolled over and got out of bed, finding that his strength and limbs had roughly recovered, and he stretched his waist and waved his hands, trying to see if he could move as usual.

"Thank you so much last night." Chu Qingqing put the medicine cup on the table, blew the decoction cold, and handed it to Liu's hands, who had resumed his actions.

"Where is Sister Chu, we saved ourselves together!" Liu Shuang swallowed a mouthful of the decoction, and the bitter and unbearable taste quickly spread to his throat in his mouth.

"Poof......" Chu Qingqing looked at Liu Shuang, whose brows were shrunk into a ball, and his face was full of disgust, laughing, his eyebrows were like a silver moon, and a pool of clear water came out of the pear vortex, and the early morning sun reflected on the woman's white face, and her fair skin was pink and watery.

"Ahem! Cough! The young man's order was in a trance, and he hurriedly coughed a few times when he came back to his senses, "Lord Zhuo didn't blame us, did he?" ”

At that dangerous moment, Fang Junyue was able to arrive "just in time", at least Zhuo Sidian acquiesced in their risky actions.

"Hmm......" Chu Qingqing's face was worried, "Lord Zhuo said, he is waiting for you in the Ming Zheng Hall." When you're well, go find him. ”

"Well, I'll go." Liu Shuang has already recovered seven or eight layers, although his strength is still insufficient, but after all, he is strong and vigorous, and he has eaten so many high-grade medicines from the Divine Capture Division, and he feels refreshed after a good night's sleep.

"Stupid ......" Chu Qingqing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he smiled, and the seventh prince of the Divine Capture Division stopped talking, "You ......"

"Well, is there anything wrong with Sister Chu?" Liu Shuang scratched his head and prepared to go out.

"Although Lord Zhuo looks cold, he is more eager to investigate the case than anyone else." Chu Qingqing still groaned and said, "After we came back last night, Lord Zhuo summoned the poison detection master overnight and checked all the files, and there were many files that only Lord Zhuo could see. ”

"What did you find?" Liu Shuang frowned, deep in thought.

"It's nothing special, I'll go out first." Chu Qingqing waved his hand, packed up the medicine cup, and turned to leave.

…………

Liu Shuang rubbed his arms, tried to restore his whole body to a comfortable state, and stood at the door of the Ming Zheng Hall.

"Come in." Zhuo Sidian's deep voice came, and the man with profound strength had already sensed the arrival of the young man's order.

The door was divided left and right, and Liu Shuang bowed his hand to salute, "Lord Zhuo!" Three sons! ”

Fang Junyue stood behind Zhuo Sidian and smiled at him.

Zhuo Zhenggong's expression was solemn, and he put one hand on the wrist of this young colleague, and his already unsmiling face was now with a stereotypical coldness.

"Sit down." After a while, he felt that the young man's breath had been calm and gentle, and he had obviously recovered seventy-seven-eighty-eight, so he was a little relieved and commanded.

"Yes, sir." Liu Shuang's heart was spinning, but he had to sit down.

"We went through every file we could find overnight." Fang Junyue said slowly, "Balsamic is not common, but it is not a rare medicine, it's just ...... This drug-like thing came from the Nine Abyss Sea Kingdom, and it was a tribute from the people of the sea to Emperor Geng and the Eight Kings many years ago. ”

"Tribute?" Liu Shuang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, why can this kind of thing with closed energy close to drug be used as a tribute?

"That's right, at the beginning of the period, I was also very curious about why such a drug and something like this should be offered as a tribute." Zhuo Zhenggong naturally understood Liu Shuang's question and explained, "So I asked the poison detection masters, and they didn't know very well, they just knew the origin of this kind of thing." ”

"I found clues on old rolls." Fang Junyue handed the dark yellow dossier placed on the table to Liu Shuang, "Although the condensation balm can seal the qi, it is a good medicine without any harm, it can calm the mind and calm the qi, and it is quite beneficial to the practice of magic, do you know this, little brother?" ”

The atmosphere suddenly condensed a little, and Fang Junyue stared at Liu Shuang, wanting to see something from those eyes.

"Grand Hyatt!" Zhuo Zhenggong shouted, "When did my God Capture Division start to suspect colleagues without evidence?" ”

"I'm sorry, little brother." Fang Junyue looked apologetic and bent down to salute.

"The third prince is serious, don't blame Lord Zhuo." Liu Shuang hurriedly returned the gift.

- What are these two people doing?

"Little Brother Liu, it's like this, as a tribute to the emperor, condensation balsam was extinct a hundred years ago, and now in the hands of King Chen, I am afraid there is no such thing." Fang Junyue said sincerely.

"When I was nine years old, my father froze to death that winter, I thought I was dying, but I didn't expect to meet the old master of Chengyin Temple later, he took pity on me, took me up the mountain, accepted me as a lay disciple, and I was in Chengyin Temple to collect water and sweep the floor." Liu Shuang's voice was lonely, but there was a gentle arc on the corner of his mouth, as if he was thinking of some warm memories, and said irrelevant things, "When I was twelve years old, my master asked me to be a road boy for the Chengyin Academy, and I began to travel between the Chengyin Temple and the Academy, guiding all the disciples of the Academy.

When I was twenty years old, my father saw that I was restless all day, and knew that I was fascinated by the life under the mountain, and wanted to go down the mountain, so he let me go. Until I receive your summons.

Adults should know all these things. Liu Shuang said lightly, "But there is one thing that adults must not know."

I read in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Chengyin Temple, a hundred years ago, when the world was in turmoil, when the heroes were competing for the deer, the nobles of the kings and grandsons were still like a mustard, and the day was precarious, many of them gave all their wealth and finances in order to protect the generals who held the military power, but it backfired, and those generals who were born in a reckless way not only did not protect them, but killed them and plundered their lives.

The rest of the kings and grandchildren turned to the Xue Palace, and it was also from that time that the Ten University Palaces rose from the troubled times, single-handedly supporting our Dongchen, Beili, and Southern Dynasties, and let Emperor Geng maintain the position of the nominal emperor.

Among the things offered by the kings and grandsons was balsam.

The old man and Mr. Danqiu are old acquaintances, so naturally there is some balsam, which is sometimes used to calm the minds of restless pilgrims, which is extremely suitable. ”

"I see." Zhuo Zhenggong sighed, speaking of which, although the ears and eyes of the Divine Capture Division were all over the four fields, he still knew very little about the world-shattering Ten Learning Palaces.

A hundred years ago, the Dageng Dynasty, which lasted for 800 years, fell apart, and the records of that troubled era in the history books were full of bloody killings and endless disputes among the princes.

The land is the king, the city is the hegemon, I don't know how many emperors and how many kings, the people are displaced, the farmland is barren, the land is full of hunger, a scene of the end of the world.

And what's even more terrifying is that the Hoshino demon people, who have been expelled for thousands of years, are about to move, and it seems that the people of Zhongzhou are about to usher in an unprecedented catastrophe.

At that time, the Ten School Palaces stood up, and those that were established in the early days of the Da Geng Dynasty and should have been a place to study showed amazing appeal and power - it turned out that the Ten School Palaces had been accumulating talents and material resources, and they broke out at such a critical moment of life and death.

The Great Geng Dynasty has died, with the support of the ten mountain chiefs of the Ten School Palace, Emperor Zhou Zai of Genghuai was re-established as the emperor, holding the land of a state, nominally ruling the four wilderness and eight wildernesses, in the eastern Kyushu, Liu Yu, the king of Longwu, established the Dongchen Kingdom, the North Ten Prefectures, and the extravagant Wang Yanshu established the Beili, and set up ten marching roads in the three states of the extreme north, in order to guard the middle wall and resist the demon people.

However, the fourteen southern states have been prosperous since ancient times, and the disputes are endless, and they have not been stable for a long time, and finally under the auspices of the Ten Learning Palaces, the six kings established the six kingdoms of the Southern Dynasties, and since then the world has been decided.

Come to think of it, less than a hundred years have passed in such eventful years.

However, the status of the Ten Learning Palaces has been extremely high since that time, and the Chengyin School Palace, which is located in the territory of Dongchen and ranks second, is even less known.

I only know that the disciples of the Chengyin Academy are all over the world, up and down the government and the opposition, and there are also many disciples of the Academy Palace among the hundred officials.

I only know that Mr. Danqiu, the mountain chief, entered the Dao with magic, and he is the only two Dao realm masters in the entire Da Geng world.

In addition, even he, who is almost above 10,000 people under one person, doesn't know much about it.

"In this way, there are no two suspicions of the murderer, one is related to the Xue Palace, and the other is related to the Da Geng royal family?" Fang Junyue hesitated, he naturally knew that if this was really the case, then with the power of the Divine Capture Division, it would not be enough to fight against such a murderer.

"I hope not." Zhuo Zhenggong, who was accustomed to seeing the treacherous clouds, was also worried under such unprecedented doubts, and his brows were tightly locked.

"Lord Zhuo, the third son." Liu Shuang lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of something, "There is another possibility." ”

In the Ming Zheng Hall, there seemed to be a cool air that came from nowhere, which made the three martial arts masters shudder.