Nightwatcher

"Two reasons."

Wei Yuan put down the teacup in his hand, analyzed it for his confidant Yin Gong, and said: "The governor represents the imperial court, and the power is so great that even if it is the king of Zhenbei, at most he will be on an equal footing. Your Majesty does not want to find a governor to clamp down on the king of Zhenbei, or mix it with others." Selfishness, or consideration for the war situation.

"Appointing a silver gong as the organizer will eliminate such problems."

Xu Qi'an frowned: "In this way, wouldn't my investigation be tied up?"

Wei Yuan smiled and said: "Everyone is scrambling for a good job, otherwise why would the court officials recommend you? If King Zhenbei lied about the military situation and tried to evade responsibility, it's okay if the organizer can't find out. If you come out."

If found out, will be murdered? Xu Qi'an's heart shuddered.

"This is the second reason why the gentlemen recommended you." Wei Yuan said leisurely.

This group of old silver coins, Wei Gong, doesn't seem to be worried at all? Xu Qi'an quickly asked: "What should I do?"

Regarding this matter, he has his own ideas, but he is also very willing to listen to the opinions of the elders. It is a good habit to be good at adopting "advice".

"False and submissive, secretly investigate."

Wei Yuan gave the eight-character mantra, and then said: "After you go to the north, remember not to act impulsively, and try not to conflict with King Zhenbei's subordinates. Showing the enemy a weakness can relax their vigilance.

"If you can investigate secretly, you must never be above board. If you find evidence that is not good for King Zhenbei, hide it and show it when you return to the capital. If there is an assassination, King Zhenbei will most likely not do it himself. I will let Yang Yan accompany you go to.

"Your own strength is not weak, and you have achieved a small amount of Vajra Magic, so you don't have to worry about this."

If King Zhenbei did it himself, no matter how many golden gongs he dispatches, it may not help the matter. Although I don’t know how strong a third-rank martial artist is, there is only one third-rank martial artist in the entire court, and there are many fourth-rank warriors Xu Qi’an nodded, road:

"Humble job thinks so too."

In fact, he is not afraid of being assassinated, what he is afraid of is that King Zhenbei will end in person, and at that time, he can only risk everything to summon the monk Shenshu. Fighting against a third-rank martial artist, the monk Shenshu will inevitably consume blood essence and blood, and will inevitably kill innocent people. This is what Xu Qi'an does not want to see.

Moreover, he had to go far away afterwards and could not return to the court. In this case, the black hand behind the scenes will be happy

Wei Yuan continued: "The balance is up to you. If the situation is not right, the case can be dropped. After returning to Beijing, you will be held accountable at most."

"I"

Xu Qi'an hesitated to speak, and the words "Three Thousand Miles of Blood Slaughter" popped out of his mind suddenly.

"If this matter is serious, I, I will not give up, and I will not turn a blind eye." He whispered, and Xu Qi'an added after speaking:

"But I won't be reckless, don't worry, Duke Wei."

Wei Yuan looked at him for a long while, with admiration and helplessness in his eyes, and finally turned into relief, and said: "Let's go in three days, you should prepare during this time."

Prince Huai's Mansion.

In the back garden, a hundred flowers are blooming, and bees are busy among the flowers, buzzing and fluttering their wings. The colorful butterflies are dancing, chasing and playing.

There was a refreshing fragrance in the air, and the veiled princess was walking among the flowers with a bamboo basket in her hand, dragging her long skirt.

In the bamboo basket lies a bunch of delicate flowers.

She bent down and plucked a flower, sniffed it lightly at the tip of her nose, her eyes were bent, revealing a look of joy.

The princess, who was wearing a splendid palace dress in mid-spring, had a graceful back curve, a slender waist outlined by a ribbon, and the proportion of her shoulders to her neck was just right.

The rolled up blue hair hangs down, and the slender neck is looming, crystal clear and white.

Just looking at the back view and body shape is stunning, such a woman can be regarded as a stunner by men even if her facial features are not perfect.

Wearing light armor, Chu Xianglong entered the back garden, his scales clanging as he walked.

He stopped, kept a not-too-distant distance, and clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty has an order. After three days, the princess must go to the northern border with the investigation team. Please make preparations early."

The concubine's crooked eyebrows gradually calmed down, and gradually turned cold. She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turned white, and said indifferently: "Is there anything else? If you have nothing to do, just go away."

Chu Xianglong cupped his hands, turned and left.

Knowing that he was going to leave for the northern border in three days, Xu Qi'an left the yamen, rode a pony back home, found Li Miaozhen who was sitting cross-legged, and said:

"Can you follow me to Yunlu Academy?"

"No." Li Miaozhen refused steadfastly.

Hey, you are not a delicate woman at all, your personality is too strong Xu Qi'an cupped his hands, "There is something important."

Li Miaozhen looked over with a pair of clear eyes like a deep pool, waiting quietly for the follow-up.

"Do you still remember the case you discovered? The bloody massacre of three thousand miles." Xu Qi'an approached the room, took off his saber and put it on the table, poured himself a glass of water, and explained:

"The imperial court appointed me as the chief officer. Three days later, I will lead a mission to the northern border to thoroughly investigate the case."

Li Miaozhen regained her energy in an instant, changed from sitting cross-legged to sitting upright, and said: "I will go with you."

Alas, the majestic saint of Tianzong is so eager for justice, I really don't know if she is doing something wrong.

"How about this, you can go ahead, we will meet in the northern border, and contact the book from the ground."

He came to Li Miaozhen to talk about this matter in order to invite the saintess of Tianzong to participate. No, he didn't even need to ask for it. With Li Miaozhen's jealous character, he would definitely ask to participate.

With a fourth-rank Taoist as a secret assistant, the confidence in solving the case will be greatly increased.

"I have one more request." Li Miaozhen said.

"Please say."

"When you investigate the case, I will be by your side. If you are not present due to other matters, you have to talk to me about the process and the way of solving the case afterward." Li Miaozhen had a serious expression.

She wants to follow me to learn how to solve crimes? Well, she will definitely be a hero in the future. In the process, she must eradicate rape and rehabilitate the wronged, so she is eager to learn a little reasoning knowledge and criminal investigation skills. Xu Qi'an agreed to her request, and said with a serious face:

"Okay, one more thing."

Li Miaozhen sat upright, assuming a listening posture.

"When you contact me with fragments of the land book, remember to ask Priest Jin Lian to block other people."

"" The saint of Tianzong gave him a supercilious look.

The two immediately left the city, one galloping on horseback and the other flying with a sword.

When he arrived at Qingyun Mountain, Xu Qi'an paid a visit to the three great Confucians. He said with embarrassment: "Oh, the students have exhausted their ideas recently, and they can't come up with good poems. Teachers, forgive me."

The three Confucian scholars in Confucian shirts and Confucian crowns looked at him calmly: "It's okay, what's the matter?"

Xu Qi'an coughed, and said cheekily: "The magic books gifted to me by Master Li and Master Zhang have already consumed more than half, so"

Most of the "magic books" given to him by Li Mubai and Zhang Shen were low-level spells, among which Si Tianjian's qi-watching spell was the most.

This is because the Great Confucianists don't have much in stock, and they need to use high-level spells themselves. Moreover, at that time Xu Qi'an was only cultivating the Qi state, giving him too powerful a spell harmed him instead.

In the magic book, the most powerful skill is the "Speaking the Law Sui" engraved by Li Mubai and Zhang Shen, an advanced Confucian skill. There are almost no advanced skills in other systems.

The three great Confucians looked at him, and after a while, Li Mubai said: "Recently I have run out of ideas."

Zhang Shen: "Unwell"

Chen Tai: "Exhausted mentally and physically"

Every person who is willing to be prostituted has been an angel with broken wings in his previous life. The three of you are obviously not Xu Qi'an said: "Then I want to ask the three teachers to help me record the psychic spells of the Taoist sect."

"Yes!" The three great scholars nodded.

Li Miaozhen frowned and said, "Psychic spells require a formation."

Zhang Shen waved his hand and said, "Just use it, and leave the rest to us."

While speaking, he took out a book with a wordless brown cover and slowly grinded it.

Seeing this, Li Miaozhen didn't talk nonsense, took out the negative material from the fragments of the underground book, arranged the array, and cast the magic of Taoism.

Inside the house, the wind is blowing, as if from mid-spring to mid-winter.

Zhang Shen picked up the pen and brushed and wrote in the book. Every time he wrote the pen, it was accompanied by bursts of clear light.

No souls were summoned by the soul-gathering array, which was as it should be. Ghosts and demons could not exist in Qingyun Mountain.

Zhang Shen stopped writing at the right time, and said, "It's ok, I have engraved twelve copies, is that enough?"

"Enough is enough"

Xu Qi'an nodded, feeling that the Confucian system is really open, just like reading a book, you can write down what you read, and what you write down can be written on paper with a pen.

"By the way, I wrote you a few Confucian spells. The sequelae are quite terrible. You must have a deep understanding. Don't use them unless it is absolutely necessary." Zhang Shen said solemnly.

Xu Qi'an happily took the book, and asked the doubts that had troubled him for a long time:

"Students don't understand, how did the teachers avoid backlash?"

The backlash of Confucian magic is so terrible, if the great Confucians cannot avoid such backlash, they will not be able to fight for a long time.

Regarding Xu Qi'an's question, Zhang Shen said with a smile: "The four grades of Confucianism are called "gentleman".

Hundred evils do not invade, which means that when you reach the gentleman's realm, you can rebound or be immune to spell backlash. Would this be too buggy? Xu Qi'an regretted that he followed the Wufu system.

A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands, and uses his mouth to defeat the enemy, which is his ideal style of painting.

Li Mubai added: "If the spell is cast on a certain side, then the side to which the spell is cast will suffer the backlash effect instead."

Xu Qi'an's pupils shrank, and he was extremely thankful that he did not put his ideals into reality.

My Diao Chan is on my waist—the spell backlash brought about by this sentence may be shrinking the sun into the seam, or it may be the wire wrapping the waist. It even exploded.

As a result, Erlang's status in my heart has plummeted, and he has no use value." He joked inwardly.

After bidding farewell to the three great scholars, he took Li Miaozhen out of Yunlu Academy and walked down the steps to the foot of the mountain.

"The Confucian system is indeed miraculous. In addition to the words that follow the law, there is also a righteousness that is invulnerable to all evils. It is similar to our Taoist Golden Elixir. It can also record spells from other systems."

Li Miaozhen praised it, and said with emotion: "I can imagine how powerful Confucianism was in its heyday. Everything was inferior, and only reading was high. Now I can understand it. It's a pity."

"It's really a pity."

A voice came from the front. It was a slovenly old man, wearing an old Confucian shirt, with messy gray hair, and a pair of clear and bright eyes, but they contained vicissitudes.

Li Miaozhen was taken aback, before this person spoke, she didn't notice him standing there.

"The students have met the dean." Xu Qi'an hurriedly saluted.

He, he is the dean of Yunlu Academy, and Li Miaozhen, the number one Confucianist in the world, is in awe.

Zhao Shou smiled, nodded and said, "Are you going to the north?"

As expected, Yunlu Academy has placed a second or fifth child in the court hall. My joke at the beginning has become a prophecy. Xu Qi'an said "Yes": "Investigate the case."

"Aren't you afraid of offending King Zhenbei?" Zhao Shou asked.

"I'm afraid, but I want to see what's going on." Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice.

Zhao Shou stared at him silently for a few seconds, stroked his beard and smiled: "It's not an insult to your great luck, Xu Qi'an, you have to remember that the root of luck is the word "human". Such is luck.

"It's the people of the Li people who gather the luck, and the common people who gather the luck."

Xu Qi'an quickly looked at Li Miaozhen, and found that her expression was normal, and she looked at the dean Zhao Shou, as if she didn't hear the words.

The dean blocked her hearing?

Thinking in his heart, he suddenly saw Zhao Shou waving his sleeves, and a book flew over and hovered in front of him.

"This is the spells of the major systems that I traveled around the world and recorded when I was young. I don't need these now."

Xu Qi'an took it happily, but didn't open it immediately, bowed and said, "Thank you, Dean."

When he straightened up, Zhao Shou had disappeared.

Three days later, at the capital pier.

The mission going north arrived at the pier and boarded the official ship.

This time the mission consisted of two hundred people, led by Xu Qi'an and Yang Yan, with four subordinates from Yinluo and eight from Tonggong.

The Ministry of Punishment sent one chief arrester and twelve fast arresters; the Metropolitan Procuratorate sent two censors and ten guards; Dali Temple sent a temple minister, twelve guards and followers.

And a 100-man banned army, this is the governor's configuration for travel.

The rest are all from Chu Xianglong.

It wasn't until just now that Xu Qi'an knew that Chu Xianglong was also in the mission and went to the northern border together.

In the yamen, Brother Chun, Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao also wanted to go north with him, but they were rejected.

This trip to the north may not necessarily encounter a major crisis, but once it does, it will be very dangerous. He didn't want the three of them to be in danger, after all, the watchman was in the yamen, and these three had the deepest friendship with him.

On the pier, Xu New Year and Uncle Xu came to see Xu Dalang off on behalf of the whole family.

In addition, there are blue shirt swordsman Chu Yuanzhen, No. 6 Hengyuan, and Tianzong Saintess Li Miaozhen.

"Go home safely."

Uncle Xu patted his nephew on the shoulder, this was his only request.

Chu Yuanzhen quietly handed over a talisman sword, and said via voice transmission: "The national teacher entrusted me to give it to you."

National Division?

I'm not familiar with the national teacher, why she gave me this was suspicious, Xu Qi'an took the talisman sword, and said via voice transmission: "Thank the national teacher for me."

Hengyuan clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Master Xu must return safely."

Li Miaozhen stared at him with a clear voice: "But do good deeds, don't ask about the future."

Secretly said: "I will go ahead and wait for you in the north."

Xu Qi'an smiled: "But do good deeds, don't ask about the future, it's really good."

Transsion replied: "See you in the north."

He boarded the boat and sailed away.

Xu Qi'an stood on the deck and watched, his gaze swept across the crowd, and he saw three familiar people standing in the distance, namely Yang Qianhuan who was staring at him with the back of his head.

Chu Caiwei who made trumpets with both hands and shouted tenderly.

And silently waved goodbye to Zhong Li.

What are you doing here? It feels like the crisis you encountered on the way back from the pier to Sitianjian may be more dangerous than the danger I encountered all the way north. Qi'an is half worried and half emotional.

PS: Thanks to the leader of "cut the artery and drink the pulse AI" for the reward.

PS: I wish "You Mengyu" a happy wedding, grow old together, and stay together forever.