As Master Dianshi rushed over first, the armor soldiers also quickly followed.

Evacuate the surrounding crowd and remove the bricks and stones on the ground.

With the historic wave of his hand, more than a dozen strong armorers surrounded the girder, and stuffed the whistle stick and iron rod into the slightly upturned mouth at the rim of the bell.

"One, two, three!"

"One, two, three!"

"One ......"

“......”

With the exertion, the muscles in each armor's hand became bulging, his whole body was red, and the corners of his face were hideous, and he failed to lift the giant bell.

Dian Shi glanced back at several guards and thieves Cao Bei.

The six commanders took a step forward together, pulled these exhausted ordinary armorers behind them, took the tools they used to pry the bell, and bowed down at the same time.

Not!

Forehead!

Well!

...

The muffled snort of the force sounded, and the blood vessels on the bodies of several commanders instantly bulged, as if the sound of a slight stream of water could be heard from the bulging blood vessels in an instant.

Click, click

With the exertion of the body, the blue bricks that had already been crushed and the mud brick surface was exposed sounded again.

More than a dozen girder weaves that could not be lifted by the armor were slowly moved away by these commanders, leaking out of the shattered ground below that was still intact.

This is the power of the commander.

The soldiers looked in awe at the commanders who had returned to their positions in front of them, and a few people from the group stepped forward to remove the layers of dirt and mud bricks, and exposed the poor worm who was covered by the bell.

The man who rang the bell was curled up unconscious in that mess at this time, and after turning it over, the bruises and bleeding seven orifices on his face made the history of the classics who came to check it sigh.

Since the destruction of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the end of the Great Fan Bell, this Great Liang Bian has appeared in the lives of all Liang people in Shangqiu City with the establishment of the new dynasty.

For a total of 936 years, every morning until the sun sets, this big bell rings on time every watch.

When the successive Emperor Liang traveled as the crown prince, they all had to come here and personally hit this bell.

But today, the Liang editor, who has become the epitome of Jiangshan Sheji, has fallen, and he still doesn't know the life and death of a man.

As the yamen team of Shangqiu City, he felt as if the bell was not on the ground, but on his back.

But

Just catch those two!

Dian Shi stared at Bangfu, who was being lifted by a few armor soldiers on the ground, and shouted in his heart, only if he caught the two figures, one black and one gray, he didn't have to carry the big bell.

You can even lead this matter to the county zun, and when the time comes, the number one county and the second-in-command county in charge of prison litigation in the city will be unlucky together, hehe......

According to the official system of the Great Liang, if the position of the county or the chief secretary is changed or vacant, it can be filled in and concurrently held by the canonical history.

......

"Scholar...... Where did you go with the autumn equinox?" Mr. Wei also saw the two figures of black and gray flashing from the bell tower after the smoke and dust dissipated, and asked the king firefly beside him.

"Fly over the air. Wang Huoke opened his mouth, then paused again, and finally said these four words.

Without speaking, taking a deep look at the messy scene, Mr. Wei turned around and climbed into the carriage.

Drive!

With a flick of the whip, the carriage set off.

It was forbidden to ride horses and cars in the city, but at this time, no one cared about this mess, and then they were caught and interrogated by officers and soldiers, and they could also use the excuse to flee for their lives.

After all, it's been almost a thousand years, and the old rules in the city have long since learned to be flexible.

......

The middle of the four squares was in a mess, and a large group of tooth servants and armor soldiers scattered in all directions, like a stream of black water, flowing into each square and street.

The streets of Qingpingfang are full of vendors, from rock sugar gourds to candy men, from children's masks to women's fans, and the bustling crowd and crowded stalls are glued together.

Along a large white stone archway written "Qingping Fang" down in, the ground is paved with good broken bluestone slabs, the ground is very clean, the right should be every household of the vendors, the wine shop will let the guys go out every other day to clean the piece in front of the door.

A row of inns is on the left, a row of flower buildings is on the right, and these three streets are surrounded by shops, inns, flower houses, and wine shops.

There was still about an hour before dinner, and many wine shops had already opened their boards and hung up their swaggers.

There are also a lot of reins on the tethered horse stake in front of the flower building.

Passing through the stone workshop, at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the townhouse on the left, two figures suddenly rolled out of the air, and then went straight in.

There was a thud, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and rolling over.

The sound of squirming on the ground and slapping his clothes sounded, and he slowly turned around the corner of the hallway, and his voice became clear.

"It's evil, I haven't even touched my hand, how can it fall off?!" the gray-clad man grumbled angrily, twisting his neck as he spoke, looking out of the hallway.

The black-robed man shook his head and didn't speak, but the expression on his face also looked quite confused.

"It's yellow mud in the crotch of my pants, it's not but too. Angrily whispering and scolding, the scholar raised his hand and stretched his two thick eyebrows, which were already wrinkled, and lowered his head to think.

Han Qiufen looked at him, but he didn't bother, and his hand gently lifted from under his body to the front.

A thumb-sized crystal eight ice crystal snowflakes condensed, and with an inexplicable wind, slowly drifted towards the corridor.

This is a small skill that Han Qiufen has figured out from his own exercises and strength, and this ice crystal snowflake will feed back to him every move that happened under the second floor of this inn.

... This node is so strange that when I stood up for the autumnal equinox, the big bell fell. Why did it fall when the big clock was swinging?

It's artificial...... Or is it old and rotten......