Qiu Shaohu changed his clothes, threw the box into the compass space, and walked out early in the morning to send his letter to the letter bureau.

The letter office opened early, and there were not many people on the street when I went.

When there were few people and he was pure, Qiu Shaohu walked while recalling what he had thought about recently.

Not long ago, the biggest gain was to know that there was a saying of "five paths" in ancient times. Gaining the secrets of the Nakshatra may help him to further find things related to the way of the stars.

And in the cave of the hidden cave, he also got the star position of seven kills, perhaps the two are closely related.

But the question is, how much of the things of antiquity are still true?

There are many things that seem to have been passed down in ancient times, but in fact they are only attached to them by today, and they are far from the reality of those days.

In case the "Five Paths" are also attached to the people of today, and then look for them yourself, wouldn't it be misguided?

It is no wonder that the spiritual admonition of the Island of Forgetfulness is "there is no way to go astray".

The choice of the Taoist system is cautious and cautious, if one step goes astray, the result is only an abyss.

Therefore, if the path chosen by a cultivator is guided and can be used as a reference, of course, it is the safest.

Just like now, Qiu Shaohu most hopes that someone can tell him all the secrets of these various Dao systems, so that he doesn't have to bother to find and verify them.

While thinking about it, Qiu Shaohu realized that when he came back, the fireworks in the market were gradually rising, and some people were already crowded.

It was the errand, the farmer, the trader, and they all began to move around, earning a new day's family business.

Ordinary people enjoy ordinary peace, and naturally they don't know how tragic it was on Cangxian Mountain not far away last night.

The end of life carries the quality of death.

Like now, groups of three or five gathered around the storyteller's stall on the side of the street, listening to him tell the story of the new day.

Mr. Storyteller wears coarse clothes, but has a gentle temperament, and at the age of about thirty years, he has a mustache, and looks more like a teacher in a school.

Qiu Shaohu walked through the crowd and overheard what this polite storyteller said:

“…… But it was said that the edict of the gods was on it, but there were only four words on it, which made people wonder. The four words are - there is no way to go wrong......"

There is no way out?!

Qiu Shaohu immediately stopped.

These four words are the unique secret of Forgetful Island, and the disciples use this to restrain themselves, and they are not easy to overstep, and outsiders should not even have heard of it.

But why, can you hear it from this storyteller?

……

In Chaomen Port in the evening, the sound of the waves pushes a solemnity in the silence.

In the dim atmosphere, many people are holding dozens or hundreds of torches, swaying the red brilliance on the entire seaside tidal flats. The sparkling waves reflected by the waves are like thousands of dazzling gold.

It's close to the main port, and it's rarely visited by people because of the hillsides on three sides, but it also frees up a large area for other things.

"Push the boat." Cheng Tingdong stood in front of the beach, facing the scene in front of him, and calmly ordered.

Countless officials and officials, as well as the subordinates of Fu Shendu, pushed down many small boats placed on the shore into the sea, and when the small boats gradually moved away from the land along the waves, they lit the firewood on the boats, so that the blazing fire was swallowed up in the waves.

What was on board was a soldier who had died in the battle of Lingchuan Sect not long ago.

Chaomen was born by the sea, and retains some of the unique customs of the ancient seaside people, who believe that this is the most solemn funeral, which can bless the noble deceased to cross the sea and achieve transcendence, and maintain the respect of the living.

Cheng Tingdong's eyes flickered with the brilliance of flames, and he watched the ships drift away along the waves, straight into the sky, accompanied by the stars. The sparks of the ship died out, and it seemed that the spirit of the deceased had been carried into the starry sky.

The silence was a solemn remembrance of everyone present for their comrades who had fought side by side.

Xu Yicheng is also here, and this situation makes him a little trance-like. On the one hand, it is infected by all the grief of the people who Fu Shendu has passed away from their companions, and on the other hand, it is also the reverence for the deceased martyrs from the bottom of their hearts.

He is just a small official of the city, and his daily work is only to change customs documents and inspect the trivial things of incoming merchants, and all he thinks about is to make his family's life better.

But what about those sergeants? They also have families, relatives and friends, but in order to protect more people they don't know, they fight to death with evil spirits, leaving their relatives to mourn.

Xu Yicheng didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this moment, he suddenly hoped that it was true again. Only the blessing of distant gods is worthy of the ascension of these heroic spirits.

"Thank you for the ship." Cheng Tingdong suddenly said to Xu Yicheng: "Thank you for coming to help this time, and thank Master Zheng for me." ”

"Your Excellency is overly praised." Xu Yicheng saluted and said.

In the middle of the scene, a figure suddenly crossed in from afar, saluted to Cheng Tingdong and said: "Liang Mian has something to report, this trip to break the thief, the losses have been accounted for, and a total of 11 evil thieves have been killed and 23 people have been captured. Among them, one of the big bosses was killed, one small boss was captured, and another small boss fled with seven people, and his whereabouts are unknown. Our Fushen Governor will lose seven people, and the prefect Daotai has lost ten soldiers, and all of these seventeen people have been recorded in the book, and the pension will be distributed one by one. In addition......"

Liang Mian said, pointing to the three people who were tied at his feet and said: "These three people are all from the prefect's Daotai, because they left their posts without permission and escaped from the battle, which led to the sacrifice of my two cadres. I have no right to punish the prefects, and I have asked the General Secretary to issue them. ”

Liang Mian is one of Cheng Tingdong's core henchmen, whether they are in the capital or here, these three people are always taken by him.

After hearing these words, the three messengers tied to the ground were already frightened, and at this time they looked at Cheng Tingdong and begged, "Please...... Please look at the face of Governor Zhang......"

"Deserting from the battlefield and betraying comrades-in-arms will be severely punished according to military law!" Cheng Tingdong judged their ending in one sentence, "People are beheaded for public display, family property is confiscated, and the children of the family are not allowed to be examined within two generations!" Liang Mian, you take them away, and first bring their heads to Governor Zhang's mansion, and tell him that if you want someone, go directly to the city gate and wait for the three-day public display period to expire, and bring someone to collect the corpse yourself! ”

"Obey!" Liang Mian motioned to his subordinates to pull the three people away, and the three people kept struggling on the ground, and while they were dragged away, the sound of wailing gradually moved away-

"Cheng Daren spares his life, spares his life......"

"One more thing." Another henchman, Liang Li, stood up at this time and said: "When clearing the gangsters, my subordinates Ma Bang and Ma Cheng were unfavorable to guard, which caused the backmountain path to be empty, and the gangsters who escaped escaped from this side, please punish the general secretary." ”

Cheng Tingdong took out his cigarette pouch, and when he filled it with tobacco shreds, he said without raising his head: "Liang Likou has been paying for half a year, and Ma Bang and Ma Cheng have stood up." ”

Two figures from the Sergeant Fushen Overseer came out in response.

"You deserve to be put to death for your sins, but you will be spared the death penalty when you two fought bravely to kill the thief. Each of them cut off an arm, go back to the Governor's Gate to cancel his military registration, and go home. ”

"Poof!" "Poof!" The two knelt down in response, and Ma Bang kowtowed and pleaded: "Lord General Division, the two of us are brothers, and my mother is old and frail, if both of us become disabled, I am afraid it will be difficult to take care of the elderly." I also ask the adults to be gracious and punish me alone, Ma Bang is willing to exchange his own death for the integrity of his younger brother, so that he can support my mother for me. ”

"The old mother is lonely, according to the regulations of the imperial court, she can receive five taels of silver as a consolation money in a month, which is worth more than the arm of the two of you."

Cheng Tingdong spit out a puff of cigarette and said without emotion: "You miss your mother, and you know how many people's mothers will be in danger if you let go of the villains who were let go due to the negligence of the two of you!" If you were still on the battlefield, you would have been like those three, and you would not even have a chance to defend yourself. ”

Liang Li took off his waist knife and threw it directly in front of the two. The two brothers, Ma Bang and Ma Cheng, glanced at each other, were ruthless, and pulled out the knife......

Ci is not in charge of the soldiers, Xu Yicheng, who was standing on the sidelines and watching, understood, but seeing that Cheng Tingdong was still so ruthless, and seeing the bloody blood of the silver knife and broken arm, he couldn't help but close his eyes and heard the screams of the two people in his ears.

……

Although the main hall of the Lingchuan Sect is still a mess, it has been swept away, and the statues on the shrine have also been cleaned up.

Cheng went in first, knelt down in front of the statue, and prayed silently: "Although I don't know which god you are, if you really have a true soul, please bless my mother with peace after death." I don't know which of your gods can really protect the undead, but I just want to let her rest in peace as much as possible, please. ”

After this, he stood up again and listened to his subordinates report the situation:

"It has been searched before and after, and there is no one hiding. The cult's stuff has also been put away, and there are ......"

While his subordinates introduced him, Cheng Feng first looked up and saw a team of sergeants escorting the captured people passing by in front of him, and Lang Xing was also impressively listed, because he was the leader and was put on a few more prison dragon locks.

"And we searched everywhere, but we couldn't find the footprints you said. Let's see if it's a mistake......" the subordinate said with some hesitation.

"I see, you go down first." Cheng went to let his subordinates do other things first, walked outside the main hall by himself, and paced back and forth.

He was just thinking about why the person he was chasing before had disappeared like that, but he hadn't left any traces.

The sun slanted to the west, pulling a long shadow on the ground, and the sunset was bright.

Cheng Fuxian suddenly felt a little dazzling, something on the ground was reflecting.

He leaned over to pick it up, and found that it was a thin thread, silver, and extremely tough.

……

"The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and things change and the stars move a few degrees in autumn."

From sunrise to sunset, watching the clouds on the horizon seem to be flicking a finger for a moment, and it seems to be eternal.

The night was getting deeper, and in the back alley, Qiu Shaohu stuck to the wall, scanning the official study with a clairvoyant mirror, looking for an opportunity to enter.

I asked the storyteller how he knew the origin of the phrase "there is no way", but the reply he received was unexpected—the storyteller had only read a book of strange stories before he took them out as material to tell others.

There is only one volume of that book, called "The Legend of Qi'en", which comes from the allusion of the poem "Qikuo talks about the banquet and remembers the old kindness", and its author is Yangzhai Hanke.

Yang Zhai Hanke, Qiu Shaohu has heard the pen name of this well-known person more than once in the street market.

Whether it is in a famous bookseller or a street stall, the strange stories written by this person have always been placed in the most conspicuous position, and they are popular as bestsellers.

Even the literati and writers who disdained this "absurd and careless little essay" were amazed by the brilliant talent and exquisite writing in his book, and even speculated that the real identity of the "Yangzhai Hanke" was not a bookseller in the market, but actually a champion of the dynasty, so he could write so well.

Now the only volume of "The Legend of Qi'en" is placed in the study of the official mansion, which was originally used as a public book for people to borrow, which is also what the storyteller told Qiu Shaohu.

Judging from the other party's reaction, Qiu Shaohu judged that he was not lying to himself.

The next thing you need to do is find the book and see what it's in.

Why is the secret of the island of forgetfulness spread on a strange story?

Perhaps, there are more secrets about the Dao system hidden on it.

The watchman walked by, and the janitor locked the door early and went home from the gate street.

In the study of the official family, no one dares to come here to do bad things; And because it's just a study, there's nothing of great value, so it's not worth stealing.

Therefore, the defense here is actually quite lax.

Qiu Shaohu quietly appeared from the secret place, put on a lock helmet to block his face, and climbed over the courtyard wall of the study to walk inside, and couldn't help but be a little funny.

When I was poor, I only dared to borrow books from large families when I was short of books, and I never thought of stealing books.

I didn't expect to be a book thief today.