This book seems to be also the handwriting of Yangzhai Hanke, and it belongs to some materials found randomly for writing.

If you were someone else, you might just pass by the above content as a joke.

But knowing the five truths, Qiu Shaohu is inclined to believe that what is written on this is also true.

Yang Zhai Hanke likes to use some real secrets as material to intersperse into his fictional books.

But how did he know all this?

How many secrets does Yangzhai Hanke know?

I'm afraid who he himself is the biggest secret.

Qiu Shaohu thought so and turned another page of the book.

His eyes froze slightly.

On the next page, there is only one small dot on the entire sheet.

At first glance, you may think that you have forgotten that an ink dot has fallen on the paper on which you wrote, but if you look at it yourself, you know that this is not the case.

With more subtle brushstrokes, there are many lines next to this ink dot, and following them, it seems to become a whole continuous trajectory, and this "point" is constantly jumping in front of you.

It's an isolated star!

Standing alone, the whole area has no other support except for itself, which can be described as a single shadow.

The Broken Army of the Nine Nights!

Only this nakshatra fits this characteristic.

At the moment of realizing this star, Qiu Shaohu stared at the bottom of its eyes, and suddenly reflected the traces of this star, and then it was completely imprinted in Qiu Shaohu's mind, and the special power surged in the meridians of his body, and then he could feel that there were traces of the broken army star in his body.

After breaking the army and returning to his position, Qiu Shaohu felt that he had a new change. This time it seems to be an improvement in taste, he obviously feels that his tongue is more sensitive to taste, and at the same time, with the mouth as the source, the breath and blood flow in the body are all under his own perception, and he can make more detailed control.

Originally, it was like a person who practiced martial arts, but by tempering his body, he could achieve that every muscle could operate perfectly. But at this time, Qiu Shaohu had to go further, and almost every ciliary disturbance in his body was under his inner view, and he could make subtle adjustments as he wanted.

"Taste itself is a sense of knowing the right amount of food to distinguish the type of food in the outside world, to choose the right energy intake to adjust the body, and then to control the function." Qiu Shaohu thought, "So, I won't be poisoned anymore now, and I can control my body more subtly, like ......."

Qiu Shaohu thought as he looked at his arm that had been burned before.

The burned skin is really healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hot breath that originally remained in the wound and the damaged body are being directly discharged as toxins.

"Huh?" Li Yixuan on the side felt something and looked up at him, "You seem to be a little different from just now." ”

Qiu Shaohu smiled and did not answer.

After flipping through the "Star Record" twice, there was no more noteworthy content in it, so Qiu Shaohu put him aside and continued to look for what he wanted.

As he casually rummaged through the clutter, his hand accidentally touched something else, and he paused slightly.

It was a rolled-up painting, shabby in appearance, and looked very old.

The position of the scroll outside is also written with the mark of Yang Zhai Hanke, but there is another font on it.

It was the same handwriting as in the previous account book in the coffin shop, apparently by the same person.

This is the painting of the ruffian, and it was taken away by the Zhenkang Shrine!

Qiu Shaohu's heart was beating "thumping", a kind of relief that had been looking for a long time and suddenly appeared in front of him.

He pressed his mind and picked up the painting.

The scroll unfolded, and a page of letter paper fell out of it, with neat handwriting written on it.

Just took those letters and looked at them, Qiu Shaohu bit his lip tightly, and his eyes flashed with blood uncontrollably, really like a wolf that devoured people.

At the beginning of these letters, it is directly written "Lian Yang Collect".

One of the initiators of the tragedy in Yundi Village was this Lian Yang!

Qiu Shaohu still clearly remembers that this person named Lian Yang and that ruffian should cooperate with each other and secretly poison the well water, which caused everyone to lose the power to resist!

Qiu Shaohu's whole body trembled involuntarily, and even he didn't know if it was because of anger or excitement at discovering the enemy's traces.

He read the letter carefully and understood what was written on it.

This painting was originally a gift from the ruffian to Lian Yang, and it was originally intended to be sent with this letter, but later the ruffian left Zhaoguo and went to sea, and this painting was later taken away by the people of Zhenkang Shrine, so it was not sent.

And there is another thing written in the letter, that is, Lian Yang will come to Chaomen after a period of time!

Although the time and place are not clearly written, if you want to kill each other, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Qiu Shaohu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He felt that the news was more important than anything else.

Now you need to go back and digest the information before deciding on the next step.

At that moment, Qiu Shaohu asked Li Yixuan to resign, saying, "I'm sorry, I found what I wanted, and now I want to leave first." The rest of these ...... After you finish looking for it, you can send it to the government. ”

"Oh, okay," Li Yixuan was a little absent-minded for some reason, she said goodbye to Qiu Shaohu in a coping manner, and didn't think to ask the other party why she was in a hurry to leave.

At this time, Qiu Shaohu also had something else in his heart, so he didn't care about Li Yixuan's situation, took the picture scroll and the letter, and immediately hurried towards the direction of Chaomen City.

When Qiu Shaohu walked away, Li Yixuan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was afraid of being discovered, and took out a letter from his arms.

The letter was tucked between a book she found.

The book turned out to be a manuscript sent by Yang Zhai Hanke, and this letter was attached to it. At that time, she herself wanted to read the contents of the letter, but then she kept it there because of something else, and then completely forgot about it.

Until this time I found it again.

Just now, when Qiu Shaohu didn't pay attention, she had already read the letter.

At this time, she opened it again, looking at the content on it, and her mind was heavy.

The letter begins:

"Li Yixuan - maybe you're still called that.

Long time no see.

For so many years, I have kept my promises.

I don't know if you've remembered the past, or if you're still confused.

But for you and me, forgetting the past seems to be the best protection for each other......"

Li Yixuan's expression was complicated.

……

It's just dawn, and it's a new day.

Near the port construction site, someone soon found traces of last night, and then people from the government quickly rushed to investigate.

But now that the building is empty, they naturally can't find anything. Even if the dry well looked suspicious, nothing could be found from the breathless well.

The whole scene looked like a mess.

Cheng Tingdong passed by here, glanced at the noisy officials, and didn't care.

He was not wearing an official uniform at this time, but a close-fitting short coat, and went out with a cigarette pouch, looking no different from a middle-aged man walking in the morning.

The head of the cigarette pouch was stuffed with dry and strong tobacco, and he added a few peppercorns to increase the spiciness, and after lighting it, he took a deep breath on the cigarette holder, and the strong smoke choked him and coughed, and then remembered that this time he added more peppercorns.

Taking advantage of the morning breeze, he moved his somewhat tired shoulders, feeling that his body was not as flexible as before.

Cheng Tingdong felt that he was still old more than once, although he was only a young man, it stands to reason that it was the best period for his career, even if he was driven out of the capital, but the martial arts of a five-grade military general were still real, and he may not have the opportunity to be reinstated in the future, or even to the next level.

But the problem is that he is a military attaché. Since Zhao was driven all the way to the southern corner more than 20 years ago, there have been almost no major wars. For so many years, the imperial court has shouted the slogan of "Northern Expedition and Restoration of Xinjiang", and in the end, all of them have come to an end.

In this atmosphere of peace, he himself never had the opportunity to return to the front line, and it was impossible for him to return to his homeland and his hometown to have a look. In this way, it has become a situation of "the bird is not exhausted, the bow has been hidden", and he let himself rise and fall in the officialdom in Jiangnan.

People are not old, and their hearts are failing. is too comfortable, and the consumption of a military general is more than the fight on the battlefield. So he needs more stimulation to evoke the long-lost blood in his body.

Even if this kind of stimulation is incomprehensible to everyone, adding heavy seasonings such as chili pepper and Sichuan pepper to tobacco.

On both sides of the street, there are countless pedestrians. There were more people, and the storyteller also set up his own booth and began to attract his own audience.

Cheng Tingdong heard the story that Mr. said was the deeds of Lu Chengzhao, the former general of Zhaoguo. This general, who has been a legend all his life, his name is enough to serve as a historical divide.

When Lu Chengzhao was still alive, Zhaoguo was still thriving, and after him, the rivers were declining.

For such a famous general, Cheng Tingdong has a special reverence.

“…… At that time, the world was in turmoil, and the people fled one after another, and on the way to escape the famine, every time a person starved to death, the relatives could not care about the grief, because if one more person died, one more ration could be set aside......"

The storyteller uses a figurative tone to tell the turmoil of the past in the form of a story to people who don't know much about this history on the roadside today.

Hearing the storyteller say this, Cheng Tingdong couldn't help laughing, because the storyteller was actually wrong.

On the way to escape from the famine, every person who dies can save more than one ration -

A column of deserters, for each one person missing, can travel an extra 200 miles, and fill the hunger for three days.

This is a fact that only those who have experienced it will know.

Saving just one person's food ration won't go that far.

What is the extra food?

The dead can still help the remaining relatives and continue to go a little further in that cruel journey.

But no one wants to recall the tragedy of exterminating humanity.

At this time, Cheng Tingdong had already arrived at his destination, so he knocked on the door in front of him.

It was Jiang Fu who opened the door, and after the treatment of the dust, they were really no longer bothered by nightmares.

Cheng Tingdong came here for this time, he used his own method to find out here, and wanted to know what Zhenkang Divine Palace wanted to do when he first contacted these people.

As far as he knows, these people were all craftsmen who participated in the expansion of the port.