At the intersection of the street, the patrolling guard pounded the ground, recited a mantra, a stone slab sank, and a crystal tower rose. He covered it with the portrait in his hand, and the names of several people appeared on the crystal tower.
"Is someone wanted?"
"What's wrong with this?"
"Catch the suspect?"
Passers-by watching the excitement gathered around and pointed out, "If you dare to cause trouble in Luoying City, aren't you committing suicide at the gate of the prison?"
This crystal tower is also called the city guard tower. It records the information of all people entering the city. When this person is judged as a wanted target, anyone who passes within the protective range of this tower will be attacked.
There are 217 towers in total, guarding various key points in Luoying City, covering the entire city.
At this time, the 217 towers received the wanted order and identified them independently.
The bitter-faced monk saw the image on the tower clearly, and in secret, an invisible light swept across his body at just the right time. The nearest city guard tower suddenly emitted a red light, and a harsh scream suddenly sounded.
The patrolling guard who heard the sound rushed over immediately, "Over there, chase!"
"People in front stop and cooperate with the investigation, otherwise we will take coercive measures!"
The alarms in several other places also went off, and everything was going crazy on this beautiful morning.
Zhan Changfeng was amazed at the way of law enforcement here. He walked around the city guard tower a few times. It was a combination of mechanisms and magic restrictions. He really wanted to take it apart and take a look.
She looked away with a little regret, and soon she was attracted by things she had never seen before on the street, including strange-shaped fruits, meat containing energy, magic weapons with different functions, and strange languages that came out from time to time.
Speaking of language, at first she wondered why she could sometimes understand what they said and sometimes not.
It took me two days to realize that in addition to the local dialects, Zangyunjian also has a unified Yun language, and the language that is wider than the Yun language is the Ling language.
Spiritual language is actually a mental method. The most basic spiritual language can ensure communication with the same race. The omniscient spiritual language is even more powerful. Once you understand it, you can talk to all enlightened creatures.
In Zangyunjian, basic spiritual language is not a secret, and anyone with a good level of cultivation can go to social studies to learn it.
She could understand their words, probably because they used spiritual language.
In addition, Social Studies is a place of enlightenment for practitioners, and the admissions to the Sixth Academy are selected from Social Studies.
Zhan Changfeng came to Zangyunjian in August and a half, spent another eight months in retreat, broke through, and dealt with Dantian. He studied the Thunder Method, and it took almost a year for the Sixth Academy to recruit students.
As the de facto highest organization in Zangyunjian, the Sixth Academy has abundant background resources and is also the only way to contact the upper world.
On the one hand, Zhan Changfeng wanted to continue to intimidate the Gongsun family and ensure his own safety, and on the other hand, he wanted to seek higher power, so the Sixth Academy became an important option.
So now, it is necessary to enter social studies.
There were many social studies in Luoying City. She compared them one by one and chose Qingbaishan Social Studies, which had the richest collection of books.
There are many rules for entering social studies. First, you must be at least three years old and not older than thirteen. Then during the enrollment period of social studies, you must sign up and choose the teacher you want to study under. Wait until the teacher sees you and accepts you, and then submit it to study.
Jin, officially became a member of the Society.
Qingbaishan Social Studies usually enrolls students in July, which is March or April now.
But for different situations, the rules are also different. In addition to the normal one, there are two other ways, one is to place an order, and the other is to do it on the side. There are no age and qualification requirements for these two.
As mentioned before, the Sixth Academy is selected by social studies, so some family members or casual practitioners. Ordinary people find a social science student to put their names up before the selection in the Sixth Academy so that they can participate in the admissions. This is called a list.
On the other hand, students spend a lot of money to attend social studies and study, but they are not Mr.’s disciples. You can listen, but Mr. may not necessarily give you guidance.
The scholarship money for a non-student is several times that of a formal student.
Zhan Changfeng was not worried about not being able to pay the repair money. Instead, she felt that Pangsheng was very suitable for her, and she could learn new knowledge here, and no one would care about her.
Having decided on his choice, Zhan Changfeng submitted a study invitation to Qingbai Mountain. While waiting for a response, he stayed in an inn for the time being. After practicing, he walked around and compiled his feelings into a book.
Ever since he learned about the magical existence of the Photo Stone, Zhan Changfeng has been very fond of it. He will use it to record interesting scenes anytime and anywhere, and then observe and think about it when he has time. Pictures are always more intuitive than words.
That day, she squatted in front of the stall and watched a seed break out of the ground within a few breaths, revealing buds, growing stems, spreading leaves, and blossoming.
Within a few breaths, the petals dispersed and the stems and leaves withered.
Zhan Changfeng was fascinated by its instant splendor, "What's its name?"
The stall owner introduced, "This flower has an eternal name."
"A moment of eternity?"
"Yes and no." The stall owner is an old woman wearing a hood, with her hands in her sleeves, leaning against the wall in the cold wind of early spring, hunched over, but her expression is very peaceful, as if she is hiding under the clear water.
The amber among the cobblestones grew as stubbornly and calmly as the flowers and plants in front of her.
"You only see its momentary splendor, but you don't see that its seeds have been buried in the ground for thousands of years, and that it will bloom again after thousands of years."
Zhan Changfeng's expression softened a little, "So that's it."
The old woman smiled and picked out the seeds from the flower pot, put them in a purse and handed them to her, "It has been setting up a stall here with me for a long time, and has seen countless visitors, but it bloomed just when you saw it.
Okay, the fate is truly wonderful, so I’ll give it to you.”
Seeing that she was serious, Zhan Changfeng did not shirk, "My name is Zhan Changfeng. I would like to thank my mother-in-law for the flowers."
"It's just, how do I take care of it?"
"Born to be beautiful, the beauty remains the same as before, and the ancient flowers will have their own fragrance in an instant."
After listening to this, Zhan Changfeng nodded in agreement and picked a pot of orchids from the stall, "I'm short of green plants and orchids are just right. Can you sell them to me?"
Even if she liked the seed, she only liked it very lightly, but it was this very faint love that made her accept the gift from the old man.
She couldn't help but reciprocate.
The old woman understood and nodded kindly.
"I will take good care of it. Even if I don't have time to take care of it, I will find someone who can take care of it."
She was referring to the pot of orchids.
The old woman became a little more cheerful and said, "I believe you."
Zhan Changfeng paid the bill and left with the flower pot in his arms. The orchids in his arms were spreading their leaves and the buds were already sprouting.
She was going back to the inn, but on the way she met the city patrol guard who came to see her, so she went to Si Xun Mansion.
The Gongsun family members were very good at escaping. They hunted for several days before catching one person. This person still refused to speak.
So Si Xunfu wanted her to go to court.
The arrested man's name was Hu Shi, who insisted that he did not know Zhan Changfeng and had never been to the stone chamber.
There's really nothing to say about this. If that person comes for a sneak attack, his traces will naturally be cleaned up and no one will find his traces. Zhan Changfeng kills him and cleans up even more.
Therefore, the Si Xun Mansion could not find any definite evidence to prove how many people went to assassinate them that day. But they preferred what Zhan Changfeng said. After all, she had just arrived at Zangyun Stream, and it was impossible to draw their portraits out of thin air.
Coupled with the fact that Gongsun's token was found on Hu Shi's body, this matter is almost finalized.
Hu Shi's eyes were red, and he stared at Zhan Changfeng with his teeth bared, "The Gongsun disciples are not afraid of death, and blood debts must be repaid with blood!"
Zhan Changfeng said coldly, "Then come."
Zhang Rusong waved his hand and asked people to take Hu Shi down. The hatred of genocide and the subjugation of the country will lead to big things sooner or later.