Li Qingxian temporarily gave up refining the Wei Village and started refining the Wei Palace. As time went by, he threw out one piece after another of the Wei Palace blocks.
"Among the four strange places, the Strange Palace is the most difficult..." Li Qingxian shook his head and continued to refine it.
The reason for refining the Eighty-Eight Towers of Mountains and Rivers before was because of the guidance of the Star Chess Master. The entire situation has been studied for hundreds of thousands of years. It only requires a firm foundation of basic knowledge and it can be refined slowly.
However, the situation has just been constructed, and many principles and details are difficult to fully understand, so many detours must be taken to construct it.
Slowly, Li Qingxian discovered that some of the contents in "The Sutra of Strange Luck" and "The Complete Explanation of the Situation" seemed to be wrong.
After all, the two sets of books were compiled in a hurry, and it will take many years for everyone to continue to accumulate them before they are truly complete.
Li Qingxian studied and refined calmly and never got discouraged.
Under the ground, a steady stream of mysterious demonic energy poured out, entering his body and pouring into the spiritual platform in a way that Li Qingxian could not detect.
Tsk...boom...
The thunder dragon fire seal opened its mouth and spat out, the thunder washed away, the real fire burned, and the mysterious evil energy suddenly disappeared.
In the golden liquid of the Divine Pond, a bald man appeared, opening his mouth.
With a squeak, he sucked the remaining demonic energy into his belly.
There was a gurgling sound under the golden liquid of the Divine Pond.
After a tiring day, Li Qingxian went back to his house to rest.
The next morning, Han Anbo came to report the situation as usual.
"Xu Changren is indeed training troops secretly, but there are not many people..."
"The dirty beggar curses on the surface, but secretly persuades many people. I don't know the content, but he should be inciting everyone..."
"Yesterday was very strange. There were many troubles. There were internal strife in the Yamen, the hospital, the blessing team, the Shengxian Sect, etc. Even our night guards and Shangshan District also had troubles..."
Li Qingxian asked: "What happened to Ye Wei?"
"Some night guard brothers heard from somewhere that the mayor wanted to kill everyone and use people to make ginseng fruit. They ran to the yamen gate and cursed. Fortunately, they were restrained by other brothers, otherwise it would have been another disaster."
"Where are you in the mountainous area?" Li Qingxian's face was as heavy as water.
"You know, the Shangshan District is sunny and sunny on the surface, but the battles between the major forces have never stopped. The Xue family in the north and the south are all members of their own family, and they often cooperate with the outside world. But just yesterday, the servants of the two families fought, and the inducement
It was the Southern Xue family who said that the Northern Xue family was too domineering and their appetite was getting bigger and bigger, while the Northern Xue family scolded the Southern Xue family for being ungrateful. Without the Northern Xue family to smoothen relations between various places, how could the Southern Xue family make so much money... Not only the Northern and Southern Xue families,
There are also small fights among several other major forces. Fortunately, the middle and high-grade people are not in trouble. I wonder if it is a new trick..."
Li Qingxian thought for a while and said: "If it's just the mist, I can't possibly not detect it. It's probably an external force. For example, the power of the devil. Have you found the fourth devil I asked you to check?"
Han Anbo shook his head and said: "I can only confirm that someone is missing, but there are no details. In addition, I heard that there is a new puppet in the mayor's mansion. I don't know if it has anything to do with this. After all, the demon cultivator
It’s normal to have more puppets in the house.”
"Just wait a moment."
Li Qingxian took out his natal chart, which radiated a three-dimensional image of Wei Zhen.
Compared with before, the three-dimensional image is clearer.
Underground in the figure, there are dense water networks, criss-crossing rivers, and teams of rat warriors walking around.
Li Qingxian slowly deduced and thought quietly.
It seemed like a dark night before my eyes. Occasionally, a fluffy catkin flew by. I stretched out my hand to catch it, but couldn't catch it.
No results.
This means that the complexity of this town's luck and situation has surpassed that of a state or a province.
Or, there is a transcendent power secretly influencing it.
Li Qingxian walked out of the yard, jumped onto the house, used his fortune-telling skills, and looked around.
The situation cloud shattered into catkins, as if being blown by a strong wind, flying all over the town.
"Feiyun Bureau in Troubled Times..."
At this time, a group of people were seen walking towards the Yewei Yamen. The leader was Huang Tiantao, the tomb general from Shangshan District.
Li Qingxian jumped out of the house and took Han Anbo to the Yewei Yamen to drink tea and chat with Huang Tiantao.
Han Anbo chatted with Wu Jun, the tomb captain, and then left the night guard to continue investigating the chaos in Fuzhen.
When I walked to the threshing floor, I saw the dirty beggar sitting alone, looking up at the sky.
Han Anbo passed by and said hello: "Good morning, sir."
It took the dirty beggar a while to react. He looked at Han Anbo and said with a smile: "Master Han has been very busy these two days."
"These are just chores, not really busy." Han Anbo said.
The dirty beggar said: "Fuzhen has been uneasy recently. Did Master Han hear anything?"
"We night guards are only responsible for basic security. We don't know much about other things."
"Master Han, once there is chaos in the town, the night guards should protect the country and the people."
"We listen to Ye Sizheng." Han Anbo said.
The dirty beggar said: "Is the night guard the night guard of the world, or the night guard of Ye Sizheng alone?"
"It's hard for Han to answer this question. Maybe he is both the night guard of the people of the world and the night guard of Ye Sizheng." Han Anbo said.
"The biggest official here is the King of Chu."
"The king of Chu is the king of Chu, and the night guards are the night guards."
"The mayor is the mayor?" asked the dirty beggar.
Han Anbo smiled and did not answer.
The dirty beggar said slowly: "I hope you night guards can act with conscience."
"We, Mr. Ye, always do things openly and aboveboard." Han Anbo said.
The dirty beggar nodded, said no more, and watched Han Anbo leave.
The dirty beggar sighed softly, and the huge white maggot body underneath him slowly squirmed. Two tree trunks and roots supported the ground with his arms, and he walked slowly forward.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the dirty beggar came to a dilapidated house with a faded couplet hanging on it.
The four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are going smoothly, and everything is prosperous in the southeast, northwest and northwest.
The dirty beggar spat out a mouthful of phlegm at the door and cursed: "Fuck... you... the old loser in the pigsty... greedy for life and afraid of death... you have forgotten how they died... sooner or later you will give it to the town."
Long licking of the buttocks...one day your descendants will be killed by them...their descendants will be cut off..."
After the dirty beggar finished cursing, he felt happy and smiled when he came to a dead end.
After entering a dead end, the dirty beggar tapped the wall three times, and Xu Changren's voice came from behind the wall.
"The Night Guard has a lot of things to eliminate. We can train a group of sword and shield soldiers... Please help find some people..."
"Everyone is agitated these days, so you can provoke them..."
"The mayor started to be cruel, which was rare before. It means they have almost saved up enough ginseng fruits..."
"Can't do nothing..."
"How's it going at Night Guard?"
"I'm not sure, that Ye Sizheng doesn't look like a coward..."
"The King of Chu is obviously wearing the same pants as the mayor..."
"I continued to encourage them to create more troubles and make the town government exhausted..."
"Well, it's soon the day to go to the mountainous area to offer sacrifices to the ginseng fruit trees. We can't let them go, otherwise..."
"Yes, we have no other way..."
After Xu Changren finished talking with the dirty beggar, he straightened his clothes, coughed lightly, walked out of the alley and walked towards the night guard.
When I turned the corner, I saw Mr. Fu walking towards me with four guards.
Xu Changren immediately lowered his head slightly and turned sideways to get out of the way.
Mr. Fu, who was wearing a Fu bamboo hat, looked at Xu Changren, smiled and said, "Changren, I haven't seen you for a long time."