The autumn wind is bleak, and the wood is moaning.

A few days have passed since the vision of heaven and earth of the black sun and blood moon, and the Yujing City has also returned to its former prosperity.

That's the case with the red dust.

When the people open their eyes, it is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and the days will always have to live.

Of course, among the teahouses and wine shops and the green buildings in the market, all kinds of rumors inevitably began to spread.

The Son of Heaven is immoral, a sign of great disaster... Say anything.

But after the city patrol agents threw a few unlucky ghosts into prison, no one dared to say more.

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South of the city, Tongzheng Fang.

Although the six gates belong to the Criminal Department, they are not arranged in Beicheng, where the yamen is concentrated, because they deal with people in the rivers and lakes.

There is next to the imperial city, and some people in the rivers and lakes are bold, if they disturb the emperor's relatives and relatives, it is always not beautiful.

But after all, it is the official of the criminal department, and the ancient building of three hundred years has been repaired repeatedly, which looks majestic and solemn, and has a majestic bearing.

Yellow walls and red tiles, like the color of the scorching sun.

The eaves are arched, as if they are about to fly.

In the back hall, Guo An, the head catcher of the six doors, was sipping fragrant tea, with a leisurely posture, but it was difficult to hide the tired look between his eyebrows.

He is tall, with black hair and white sideburns, five official uprightness, and is known for his actions, which is deeply trusted by Emperor Zhao Mian of the Great Liang.

At that moment, two catchers walked quickly through the door.

One is the honest-looking Wang Zhutou.

The other person has gray hair and one eye, and his facial features are gloomy.

"My lord, I've found out."

The one-eyed head catcher said in a deep voice: "The people from the rivers and lakes over there in Youzhou gathered, all because of rumors, the former martial arts holy land Xuanduguan suddenly appeared, and his subordinates have sent spies to go. ”

"Xuandu Temple?"

Guo An frowned slightly, "Three hundred years ago, the Holy Emperor ruled Kyushu and sealed the Xuandu as a great sect to protect the country, but these old Taoists didn't know how to lift up, and they hid in the mountains, and now they suddenly appeared, I'm afraid it's not simple." ”

The one-eyed catcher nodded and said, "My subordinates will go in person?" ”

"No, so as not to startle the snake."

Guo An waved his hand, "Right now, there is a shortage of manpower in the capital, and there is a vision of the black sun and blood moon, it is inevitable that someone will take the opportunity to make trouble, and we will talk about it after this time." ”

"Huo Feng, you have enough qualifications, keep an eye on this matter, and when the turmoil subsides, I will apply to Lord Situ and let you fill the position of the gold medal god catcher."

"Thank you, sir."

The one-eyed catcher suppressed the excitement in his heart and thanked him.

Guo An nodded, looked at Wang Zhutou again, and asked, "What about Zhang Biao, did you go to the Li Mansion to make trouble?" ”

Wang Zhutou hurriedly smiled and said: "I've been to see, I've been practicing martial arts behind closed doors at home for the past few days, and I'm very honest." ”

"This kid has a flexible brain, and he is a good hand at handling cases, but he occasionally likes to make mistakes."

Guo An shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The young man's blood is understandable, for his father's sake, I will not pursue it this time." ”

"In the current situation in the capital, you also know that if there is a slight mistake, it will be a catastrophe."

"You watch him more, if there is a next time, he will not be tolerated!"

Wang Zhutou hurriedly smiled, "Don't worry, that kid knows that he is wrong." ”

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West of the city, Huairenfang.

In addition to the east and west cities are places for bulk commodity trading, many markets also have their own characteristics and become a place where industries gather.

For example, the tomb of Jixian Fang, the wine of Xingye Fang, the funeral coffin of Fengyi Fang... It has a good reputation in Beijing.

Huairenfang is the place where the medicine hall gathers.

Whether it is the authentic medicinal materials in the north and south, or the whale incense in the sea, the tiger bones in the mountains... can all be found in this place.

Fangdong, Renxin Hall.

"Ten coins of ginseng, ten coins of atractylodes, ten coins of cocoon..."

After checking it again, the doctor frowned slightly and said, "This gentleman, I see that your recipe is a bit like Jiuzhen soup, but why did you add some medicine that stretches your muscles and penetrates your bones?" I've never seen anything like this..."

Zhang Biao said with a smile: "Doctor, don't worry, even if you catch it, the recipe will be used for your own use, and it won't trouble you." ”

"Well, okay."

The doctor shook his head and handed the recipe to the man.

He has never seen this kind of person, thinking that he has obtained some secret recipe, and he hides it more, but the technique of Qihuang is to treat the disease, and the same symptom may have different causes.

No matter how good the prescription is, it is poison.

But more is better than less, and he didn't bother to say it.

Zhang Biao naturally doesn't talk much.

This is the recipe recorded in the "Three Yang Sutra", which is actually used to make medicinal food, stew tiger bone chicken soup, and greatly replenish qi and blood.

The method of refining qi is not that simple.

Even if he speculated, the aura of this heaven and earth would be revived, and it was not something that mortal flesh could bear.

Otherwise, those who will be gasping for breath will not be able to cultivate?

The method of refining qi must first be full of qi and blood.

Refining the five internal organs, eating outside the treasures, strengthening the sect qi, passing the three cokes, taking the six meridians as the river, and the stomach and intestines as the sea, can gradually lead the innate after tomorrow.

If you cultivate directly, you are afraid that you will explode and die.

After grabbing the medicine, Zhang Biao hurried home.

A mysterious world looms and has infinite attractions, and everything else is left behind him.

When I returned to An Zhenfang's house, I immediately started to stew soup.

Tiger bones are the mainstay, the chicken soup is blended, and after simmering for three hours, the herbs are put down while the residual temperature is taken advantage of the remaining temperature and simmered over low heat.

This toss came in the afternoon.

The boiled decoction is blood-red, vaguely fishy, and sticky as if frozen.

Zhang Biao is already boiling for the second time, he is familiar with the door, swallowed it in one mouthful, and then stood up and stood on a pile in the courtyard.

The strength of the medicine is not small, and it must be refined.

He first stood on the mixed yuan pile for half an hour, his palms close to his abdomen, and slowly rotated clockwise with his breathing.

After a while, his stomach rumbled, as if he was pretending to be a small toad, and his skin gradually turned red, sweat steamed, and the top of his head was steaming.

Zhang Biao only felt that he was in a furnace, his eyes were red, and even the breath in his nose was burning with pain.

His eyes widened, he made a gesture, and then practiced the family martial arts "Soul Chaser".

The fist is yang, and the body is twisted and the waist is like a hammer...

The palm is yin, and the front and back hook hands seem to pull the soul...

Pedal meridian chain steps, sometimes stand up and split, such as King Kong subduing demons, sometimes galloping in virtual steps, like a spirit rabbit...

For a while, the courtyard was dusty, and only a shadow could be seen, and the fist wind was blowing and whirring.

After a while, Zhang Biao stopped, his temples were swelling, his eyes were shining, and it took a few breaths to slowly converge.

He looked at his hands, a smile on his face.

During this time, although the "Three Yang Sutra" has not yet cultivated a sense of qi, the vigorous qi and blood have already achieved results.

If you fight with someone at this moment, I'm afraid that hundreds of moves will not lose your strength.

Not only that, but the spirit is also more vigorous.

He's experimented these days.

If you look at ordinary objects with your Psionic Eye, more than five or six times before, you will feel mentally exhausted.

If it is a yellow-level product, it is twice.

It's not that you can't continue, but once you use it too much, you will be groggy, your mind will not be clear, and you will not be able to cope with danger.

After cultivating the "Three Yang Sutra", the number of times of use has increased in just a few days, and it is not a problem to explore mundane things seven or eight times.

If you explore the yellow-level second-grade things again, you will never faint like last time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao came to the stove again, and his spiritual eye moved, looking at the remaining medicinal soup.

Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup (Fan)

1: Medicinal diet during the Qi refining period, great replenishment of qi and blood, basic prescription.

2: The material is low, the efficacy is insufficient...

3: The alchemists traveled through the barren mountains and Daze, tasted herbs and tested poisons, and pursued the rumored elixir of immortality, but how many of them were able to succeed?

After reading it, Zhang Biao had some regrets.

These Eight Treasures Qi and Blood Soup is the lowest medicinal soup in the "Three Yang Sutra", and it was originally going to use some elixirs that were old.

The quality of tiger bones and chicken broth is also as high as possible.

Replacing it with ordinary medicinal materials will not be able to enter the product at all.

But even then, the consumption is quite staggering.

It costs ten taels of silver to boil a medicinal soup at a time.

If this continues, I am afraid that I will become poor in a few months.

No wonder it is said that the rich man is lawful.

Cultivating this thing is really not something that ordinary people can afford.

It seems that there is still a way to make money...

While thinking about it, Zhang Biao's eyes suddenly moved slightly and looked out of the courtyard.

He's in great shape right now, he's deaf and clear-sighted.

Even though the courtyard door was closed, footsteps outside could be heard.

Grinding and hesitating.

It's almost night, who's going to bother?

Zhang Biao frowned slightly, strode forward, and opened the courtyard door.

When he saw the person coming, his face suddenly froze.

The person who came was an old woman, with a green cloth robe full of patches, a rickety figure, silver hair, and a face full of wrinkles.

She carried her noodle pocket on her back, and hurriedly put it down after seeing Zhang Biao.

When I opened the bag, it was full of long black wild rice.

The old woman's face was pale, and her voice was a little cramped, "Zhang... Zhang Zhutou, the wild rice is cooked, and the old man went to pick some and sent it to you. ”

Zhang Biao sighed, "Grandma Wu, come in." ”

"No, no."

The old woman trembled and waved her hand, and then looked at Zhang Biao, with both fear and expectation in her eyes, "Zhang Zhutou, when will the murderer ask to behead?" ”

That's why he was ordered to recuperate.

This person's name is Grandma Wu, a family in a village outside Yujing City, a month ago, his wife and son went into the city to sell firewood, and they did not return for a few days, and when they were found, they were already broken corpses.

The case is not difficult at all, and there are many people who know about it.

The murderer was a villain in the capital, named Xiao San.

He wanted to use half a foot of linen cloth in exchange for a cart of firewood.

Wu Laohan and his son were naturally unwilling, and during the dispute, the drunken Xiao San was killed on the street and wiped his neck with a knife.

Originally, it was just a trivial matter, killing people to pay for their lives, a villain, and he caught the autumn queen and beheaded him.

The trouble is that this Xiao San is the nephew of the Li Mansion.

The Li family relied on the prestige of Li Guiren to run rampant and domineering in Beijing, and they did not cause much trouble.

Some Yanguan couldn't get used to it and reprimanded him in court, but the emperor pretended to be deaf and dumb, not only did he not bring down the Li family, but Yanguan was also framed and imprisoned later.

Jingzhao Mansion didn't want to handle this case, and Dali Temple couldn't see it, so it pushed left and right to six doors.

Zhang Biao came to ask for someone, but who knew that the porter squinted at him, ignored it at all, and ridiculed him many times, and almost had a conflict at that time.

He was also angry, and used some tricks to lure Xiao San out and arrest him on the spot at the gate of the Li Mansion.

At this moment, it can be regarded as offending the powerful.

He is now on vacation, but he is actually avoiding the limelight.

Hearing Grandma Wu's inquiry, Zhang Biao pondered for a moment, "The human and material evidence in this case is conclusive, and the criminal department will verify it, and it will be questioned and beheaded after the autumn." ”

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

Grandma Wu's cloudy eyes were full of expectation, and she said in a trembling voice: "Thanks to Zhang Zhutou, the old body was able to avenge his grievances, and dragging this stump is to wait for the head of the evil thief to fall to the ground." ”

"If there is an afterlife, you will be rewarded with great kindness as a cow or a horse."

Her voice trembled, and she thanked her again before turning away.

"Grandma Wu, you can get the things back..."

Zhang Biao hurriedly spoke.

But the old woman seemed to be a little delirious, her eyes were dazed, and she trembled as she walked, and muttered:

"It's all fate, it's all fate..."

Looking at that figure, Zhang Biao sighed slightly in his heart.

He knew that Grandma Wu had already developed a will to live and die.

Looking at the pocket, a stream of information rushed in:

Wild rice (fan)

1. Mushrooms grow on the banks of the river, and the mango core can be used for food. When the rice is ripe, it will fall into the water, and when it encounters water, it will be fried, making it difficult to pick.

2. The emperor regards it as a treasure, and the people carefully pick and offer the guests, which is called "carving Hu rice", and there is a poem that says: Kneel into the carved Hu rice, and the moon is bright on the plain plate.

3. Desperate old woman, use it as the last thank you gift in life...