Water Source Town, Water Temple

Tan Youshan actually came once seven years ago for business, and it was an old shrine with grass and thorns, but when he revisited it today, Tan Youshan originally thought that he would attract attention, but when he arrived, he found that there were many people crowded inside and outside the water temple, and he almost couldn't recognize it.

Weeds and thorns have been eradicated, the land has been tamped flat, and a stone path in the middle is dilapidated, but it is clean, and good men and women flock in to offer incense and pray for blessings.

Especially on the west side, bricks have been stacked, and a person who is obviously a squire is directing the reconstruction of the exterior wall, which makes Tan Youshan taken aback, and hurriedly asked.

The person who was questioned squinted at Tan Youshan, saw that he was wearing a half-new gray cloth, and said, "Don't you know, a few days ago, the Water Temple appeared, and white light rose to the sky. ”

"There are also people who see the dragon circling!" This person was very talkative, and quickly explained the matter, Tan Youshan already had doubts, and he was immediately solved.

"Sure enough, it's a monster. Tan Youshan was stunned for a moment, and his face was even more gloomy.

The ancestral shrine couldn't go anymore, but Xiaolin didn't care, and while no one was paying attention, he came to the place Ding Ruili said, and when he looked into the dry well, he saw his son's body inside the weed-covered area.

At this time, at the beginning of June, the weather was getting hotter, and even if it was cool in the well, there was still some smell of corpses.

Tan Youshan stared at it for a moment, endured his grief, completely sealed the wellhead with a stone cover, and then left and transferred to a tavern.

The store is not large, with only four tables and only seven or eight customers.

"Brother Tan, do you really want to do this?" In the corner, a thin middle-aged man was sitting with Tan Youshan drinking.

The middle-aged man's expression was solemn, and he tried to persuade: "If you really do this, you will have no way back." ”

In fact, he hoped that Tan Youshan would give up, after all, it was not a small matter to secretly investigate the son of Tongzhi, but when he made a mistake in handling the case, he almost killed the county order who was eager to solve the case.

Tan Youshan drank a glass of wine in his hand: "Yan Yu, you and I are husbands, don't tell lies, my Tan family is the only son, the death is unknown, I am a bad old man, what else is there to live?"

"I understand this strangeness, but brother, you must help me with this, and you are just investigating the case and finding out the murder case, isn't it your duty?"

"Won't hold you accountable. ”

The middle-aged man listened and hesitated.

Tan Youshan got up, took out a package, and when he put it on the table, there was a bang.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he already had a guess in his heart.

Sure enough, Tan Youshan slowly opened the package, and there was a pile of broken silver of different sizes inside, roughly calculated, there were hundreds of taels.

"Yan Yu, this is all my net worth. ”

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to resign, Tan Youshan waved his hand: "It's not a bribe for you, the emperor doesn't send hungry soldiers, this is the money for food and accommodation for the brothers to investigate privately." ”

"If you think of me as a big brother, take it and let your brother close his eyes before he dies. ”

The middle-aged man subconsciously swallowed his saliva and gritted his teeth: "Okay, Brother Tan, don't worry, I'm the head catcher in Fucheng, hundreds of tolerances between the upper and lower public gates, who doesn't give me a little face?"

"Whether it is Ding Ruili, the son of Tongzhi, or Su Ziji, the head of the Xinke case, I can investigate their recent whereabouts clearly, but this takes time and must be done in the absence of official business. ”

"I know that it will not be difficult for the brothers. Tan Youshan nodded heavily, and drank a glass of wine, sadness appeared in his heart.

After a lifetime of public service, I can't imagine that when I get old, I will also fake the public and private.

However, he couldn't believe Ding Ruili's words at all, and he had to find out, and he couldn't be used as cannon fodder for nothing.

If his son's death is inseparable from Ding Ruili, he will also die!

Fucheng Fuxue

The path is tactful, the shade of the trees is like a cover, several corridors in the deep lake, a water pavilion in the middle, there are stone tables and bamboo chairs, the breeze blows, the lotus leaves roll, and the eyes are refreshing and the heart is clear.

"If you don't cut jade, you can't make it, and if you don't learn it, you don't know. ”

"However, jade is a thing, there is an unchanging virtue, human nature, because of things, it moves, if you don't learn, you will give up the gentleman and become a villain, can you not read it?"

Su Ziji finished reading clearly, and the aftermath was still like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and in the water pavilion, more than 30 students listened to it, and got up together: "Thank you for the case!"

There is a case head every two years of government school, but now, only the head of the case refers to Su Zi's nationality.

Yu Lu is also among them, and his mind is really tumbling, and it is difficult for him.

In a few short months, thirty-two of the forty students in the school came, and Yu Lu saw them gradually change from cold and unhappy to close and admire.

"The ancients were in the bag, and the end of it was immediately seen, I didn't believe it, but now I am convinced. ”

At the top, Su Ziji watched everyone salute, and suddenly felt that the time was almost up, so he pointed to everyone.

I only heard the sound of "boom", a little glimmer of light, a sudden change, a dark in front of my eyes, facing a college, a closer look, very familiar.

"Isn't this the school of the house?"

There are pavilions and pavilions, there are garden paths, and from time to time you can see one or two Confucian students talking or reading, but if you look closely, they all look dull.

Su Ziji frowned, walked a few steps, and smelled a trace of ink fragrance in his nose, this ink fragrance was everywhere, faintly connected to the sky.

When I smelled it, more than 30 traces of ink fragrance suddenly came to my face with a sound of reading.

"It stinks!"

Not only was there the fragrance of ink, but also the stench was mixed up, and Su Ziji suddenly had a realization: "In the past few months, every five days, I have held a reading club, and each person can give at least two or three thousand experience, which is equivalent to giving them an extra half a year of hard study." ”

"On the surface, everyone is happy and convinced, but in fact there is a lot of jealousy. ”

"Fortunately, fortunately, there are more than twenty people who are not white-eyed wolves. ”

Seeing that the ink fragrance and the stench were entangled and fighting with each other, the ink fragrance gradually triumphed, turning into a ball of rich ink fragrance, and after a little hesitation, it fell down and rushed into the body.

"Boom" everything exploded in front of me, and it was dark again.

These are just moments, Su Ziji's eyes moved, and in an instant, the world has changed dramatically, as if with a movement of his mind, he can capture the aura from the outside world and turn it into his own use.

Of course, Su Ziji knew that this was just an illusion, he lowered his eyebrows, and saw half of the red sandalwood phantom.

"Fuxue Buwu has been successful and turned into seeds, is it absorbed by the Panlong Heart Method (this move is irreversible)?"

"Yes!"

"Beaulieu Mind Level 3, 157/3000"

Panlong's heart method has finally reached level 3, and he still has some experience, Su Ziji looked at the students, and couldn't help but be afraid, in fact, a month ago, these talents had already come, if they didn't stabilize the focus, they would have decided the winner at that time, and they were afraid that they would suffer a big loss.

The more delicious the fruit of victory, the more miserable it will be once defeated, and although the consequences of defeat are unknown, Su Ziji doesn't want to know at all.