I have a long pupil

Chapter 4

The autumn wind is bleak, and the moths are moaning.

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

That's how things are in the world of mortals.

When the common people open their eyes, it's just firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. It's a big deal, and life will always go on.

Of course, all kinds of rumors inevitably began to spread among the teahouses, restaurants, and brothels in the market.

The emperor's loss of morality, signs of catastrophe...you name it.

But after the spies patrolling the city threw a few unlucky ghosts into prison, no one dared to say anything more.

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South of the city, Tongzhengfang.

Although the six doors belonged to the Ministry of Punishment, they were not arranged in Beicheng, where the yamen are concentrated, because they dealt with people in the Jianghu.

Over there is next to the imperial city, some people from all over the world are bold, if they disturb the royal relatives, it is always not beautiful.

But after all, it is the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment. The 300-year-old ancient building has been repaired many times, and it looks majestic, majestic, and majestic.

The yellow walls and red tiles are like the color of the sun.

The brackets on the eaves look like they are flying in the air.

In the back hall, Guo An, the chief catcher of the six doors, was sipping tea, with a leisurely posture, but it was hard to hide the tired look on his brows.

He was tall and tall, with black hair and white temples, and his facial features were upright. He was known for his impeccable conduct and won the trust of Emperor Zhao Mian of Daliang.

At this moment, two head catchers walked quickly through the door.

One is Wang Butou with a simple and honest face.

The other person has gray hair and one eye, with dark facial features.

"My lord, I have found out."

The one-eyed catcher cupped his hands in a deep voice: "People from the rivers and lakes gathered in Youzhou because of rumors that Xuandu Temple, the former holy place of martial arts, suddenly appeared, and the subordinates have sent spies there."

"Xuandu Temple?"

Guo An frowned slightly, "300 years ago, the Holy Emperor ruled Kyushu, Feng Xuandu was regarded as a great religion to protect the country, but these old Taoists don't know how to praise, and hid in the mountains, and now they suddenly show up, I'm afraid it's not easy."

The one-eyed catcher nodded and said, "Your subordinate will go there in person?"

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

Guo An waved his hand, "Right now the capital is short of manpower, and there is a vision of a black sun and a blood moon. It is inevitable that someone will take the opportunity to make trouble. Let's talk about it after a while."

"Huo Feng, your qualifications are enough. Keep an eye on this matter. When the turmoil subsides, I will apply to Lord Situ to let you fill the seat 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 Butou again, and asked, "Where is Zhang Biao, did you go to Li's residence to make trouble?"

Wang Butou quickly smiled and said: "I went to see it, these days I practice martial arts behind closed doors at home, very honest."

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

Guo An shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The young man's passion is understandable. For his father's sake, I won't pursue it this time."

"You all know the current situation in the capital city. If there is a slight mistake, it will be lost forever."

"Look at him more, if there is a next time, I will never tolerate it!"

Wang Butou quickly apologized, "Don't worry, my lord, that kid knows his mistake."

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West of the city, Huairen Square.

Yujing City is bustling with commerce and trade. Apart from the fact that the eastern and western cities are places where commodities are traded, many square cities also have their own characteristics and become places where industries gather.

For example, the grave shop in Jixianfang, the wine in Xingyefang, and the funeral coffin in Fengyifang... are all famous in Beijing.

Huairen Square is the place where medicine halls gather.

Regardless of the authentic medicinal materials from the north and the south, the fragrance of whales in the sea, and the bones of tigers in the mountains... they can all be found here.

Fangdong, Renxintang.

"Ginseng ten coins, Atractylodes ten coins, Fushen ten coins..."

After checking again, the doctor sitting in the restaurant frowned slightly and said: "Sir, I think your prescription is a bit like Jiuzhen soup, but why do you add some medicine for stretching muscles and bones? I have never seen such a use..."

Zhang Biao said with a smile: "Don't worry, doctor, just grab it, the prescription is for your own use, and I won't trouble you."

"okay."

The doctor shook his head and handed the prescription to the assistant.

He has seen this kind of people a lot, and he thinks he has got some secret recipe, so he hides it more, but the art of Qihuang is to treat the disease according to the disease, and the same symptom may have different causes.

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

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

Zhang Biao naturally wouldn't talk too much.

This is a prescription recorded in the "Sanyang Jing", which is actually used to make medicinal food, stewed with tiger bone and chicken soup, to nourish qi and blood.

The method of refining Qi is not that simple.

Even if according to his speculation, the spiritual energy will be revived in this world, it is not something a mortal body can bear.

Otherwise, those who can breathe, can't they all practice?
The method of refining qi, first of all, one must be full of qi and blood.

Refining the five internal organs internally, eating rare foods externally, strengthening the patriarchal qi, passing through the triple burner, using the six meridians as the river, and the stomach as the sea, can gradually attract the innate from the postnatal.

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

After taking the medicine, Zhang Biao hurried home.

A mysterious world has loomed, with infinite attraction, and everything else has been left behind by him.

Back at Anzhenfang's home, I immediately set up a pot to stew the soup.

Tiger bone is the main ingredient, and the chicken broth is blended. After three hours of stewing, the medicinal materials are put down and stewed on low heat.

After this tossing, it was afternoon.

The boiled soup is blood red, slightly fishy, ​​and sticky like jelly.

This is the second time for Zhang Biao to boil it, he is familiar with the way, he swallowed it in one mouthful, and then he stabilized his body and stood in the courtyard.

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

He first stood on the Hunyuan pile for half an hour, with his palms on his abdomen, and slowly rotated clockwise as he breathed out.

After a while, there was a rumbling sound in my stomach, as if I had a little toad in it, and the skin on my body gradually turned red, the sweat was transpiring, and the top of my head was steaming.

Zhang Biao felt like he was in a stove, his eyes were red, and even the breath in his nose was burning and painful.

He stared, made a gesture, and practiced the family martial art "Soul Chaser".

Fist is yang, twisting body and waist like hammer blow...

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

Stepping on the meridian chain step, sometimes standing upright and chopping down, like a diamond subduing a demon, sometimes galloping with empty steps, like a spirit rabbit...

For a moment, the courtyard was full of dust, and only a shadow could be seen, and the wind of the fist was blowing and whistling.

After a long while, Zhang Biao stopped his figure, his temples were swollen, his eyes were shining brightly, and he took a few breaths before slowly restraining himself.

He looked at his hands and smiled.

During this period of time, although the "Sanyang Jing" has not yet cultivated the sense of qi, the strong qi and blood have already achieved results.

If he was fighting with someone right now, he might not be able to lose his strength even with hundreds of moves.

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

He has experimented with it these days.

If you look at ordinary objects with the eyes of spiritual vision, you will feel mentally exhausted more than five or six times before.

If it is the first product of Huang level, that is, twice.

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

However, after practicing the "Three Yang Sutra", the number of times of use has increased in just a few days, and it is not a problem to detect ordinary things seven or eight times.

Check out the second-rank Huang class again, and you won't faint like last time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao came to the stove again, his eyes of spiritual vision were running, looking at the remaining medicinal soup.

Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup (Van)
1: Medicinal diet during the qi refining period, nourishing qi and blood, and basic prescriptions.

2: The material is low and the effect is insufficient...

3: Alchemists travel through barren mountains and swamps, try grasses and poisons, and search for the rumored elixir of immortality, but how many of them can succeed?

After reading it, Zhang Biao felt a little regretful.

This Eight Treasures Qi and Blood Soup is the lowest medicinal soup in the "Three Yang Classics", and it was supposed to use some aged elixir.

The quality of tiger bone and chicken soup is also the higher the better.

If it is replaced by ordinary medicinal materials, it will not be able to enter the product at all.

But even so, the consumption is quite astonishing.

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

If this continues, I'm afraid I will become a pauper in a few months.

No wonder it is said that the wealthy couple is law-abiding.

Cultivation is something that ordinary people can't afford.

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

While thinking, Zhang Biao suddenly moved his eyes slightly, looking out of the courtyard.

He's in great shape right now, he's hearing and seeing well.

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

Dallying, hesitating.

It's going to be night soon, who will bother you?
Zhang Biao frowned slightly, strode forward, and opened the courtyard door.

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

The person who came was an old woman, her green cloth robe was covered with patches, her body was bent, her head was full of silver hair, and her face was full of wrinkles.

She carried her face pocket, and put it down quickly when she saw 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 bit cramped, "Zhang...Zhang catcher, the wild rice is ripe, I went to pick some and bring it to you."

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

"No, no."

The old woman waved her hands tremblingly, and then looked at Zhang Biao, with both fear and expectation in her eyes, "Catcher Zhang, when will the murderer ask to beheaded?"

That's why he was ordered to rest.

This person is called Granny Wu, from a farmer's family outside Yujing City. A month ago, his wife and son went to the city to sell firewood, and they didn't return for a few days.

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

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

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

Old man Wu and his son were naturally unwilling. During the dispute, the drunken Xiao San killed him in the street and wiped his neck with a knife.

Originally, it was just a trivial matter, murder for life, just a villain, and it was enough to catch Qiu Hou Wen and kill him.

The trouble is, this Xiao San is the nephew of the Li family steward.

Relying on Li Guiren's prestige, the Li family was domineering in Beijing and caused troubles a lot.

Some Yanguan couldn't understand it and reprimanded him in court, but the emperor pretended to be deaf and dumb, not only did not bring down the Li family, but the Yanguan was also framed and sent to prison.

The Jingzhao Mansion did not want to handle this case, and the Dali Temple pretended not to see it, and pushed left and right to the six gates.

Zhang Biao came to ask for someone, but the concierge gave him a squinting glance, ignored him, and even ridiculed him many times, which almost caused a conflict.

He was also furious, and used some quack tricks to lure Xiao San out, and arrested him on the spot at the gate of Li's residence.

This time, he offended the rich and powerful.

He is on vacation now, in fact, to avoid the limelight.

Hearing Grandma Wu's question, Zhang Biao pondered for a while, "The witnesses in this case are convincing and the evidence will be verified by the Ministry of Criminal Justice. They will be executed after autumn."

"Oh, that's fine, that's fine."

Grandma Wu's muddy eyes were filled with anticipation, and she tremblingly said: "Thanks to the arrester Zhang, the old man was able to have his grievances avenged, and dragging this wrecked body is just to wait for that villain's head to fall to the ground."

"If there is an afterlife, I will repay your kindness even if I am an ox or a horse."

With a trembling voice, she thanked her again and turned to leave.

"Grandma Wu, take the things back..."

Zhang Biao spoke quickly.

But the old woman seemed to be a little delirious, her eyes were blank, and she walked tremblingly while muttering:

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

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

He knew that Grandma Wu had a desire to die.

Looking at the pocket, a stream of information flooded in:
Wild rice (where)

1. Wild rice grass grows on the banks of the river, and the awn core can be eaten.When wild rice is ripe, it will fall into the water, and it will explode when it encounters water, making it difficult to pick.

2. The emperor regards it as a treasure, and the common people pick it carefully and offer it to the distinguished guests. It is called "Diaohu rice".

3. The desperate old woman used it as the last gift in life...

(End of this chapter)