Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Outside the capital.

Li Tingzhi was not wearing an official robe, but a simple linen shirt. He carried a huge backpack full of large rocks on his shoulders, and led the corvée up the hill.

On the other side of the hill, there were a large number of stonemasons, hammering and smashing the rocks.

"Sir Li, we have enough stones, and the seawall will be built soon.

A middle-aged man who looked like a craftsman came forward and saluted respectfully.

Li Tingzhi looked at the sky and said:

"Hurry up, the rainstorm is coming soon"

"I observe the sky and think this may cause a flash flood."

After saying this, Li Tingzhi also started working on the dam, piling up a large number of stones, and the dam was gradually completed.

At this time, there was a thunder in the sky and heavy rain fell.

Li Tingzhi touched the rain, and the rain turned red.

"Bloody rain."

He thought for a while and said to the peasants and corvées below:

"Everyone, hurry up and get on the embankment. Don't stay any longer!"

As the words fell, everyone quickly climbed up the embankment.

Then there was a loud rumble in the sky, and a mountain in the distance collapsed directly, and a large amount of flood water poured down.

The water level in front of the embankment was high.

But not a drop of mountain torrents crossed the embankment.

Everyone was shocked to see this scene.

Looking back at the lights of the town under the embankment, everyone bowed their heads in the rain.

"Thank you, Lord Li, for building the dike to save the people!"

For a moment, Li Tingzhi's official anger soared............

Li Tingzhi once again wore his official robe and walked to a farmer's house. The farmer's house was hung with white silk and a new white candle was lit.

"I heard there is an unsolved injustice here. I am Li Tingzhi, the prefect of Qi'an Prefecture. I would like to invite you to meet me."

He clasped his fists and said loudly outside the bamboo courtyard.

But what he received was a bowl of chicken blood.

""You dog official! You still dare to act like a hypocrite here? Get out of here!"

Then an old man with a cane pointed at Li Tingzhi and trembled and cursed.

Li Tingzhi just dodged sideways but did not get angry.

"Is Liu Lingqiao from Taohe Village from this family? I am here to investigate the case, why is your father-in-law like this?"

The old man laughed and spat on the ground:

"I don't trust you dog officials."

"If you have any inside information about this case, please tell me. I will investigate and give you justice."

""Investigation? Justice?"

The old man smiled even more happily, his broken teeth exposed, and a line of tears flowed down his cheeks.

"The right and wrong of my granddaughter's death can be figured out by any stupid person. I just want to ask whether you, the prefect, dare to do it!"

"I am the prefect of Qi'an Prefecture. This is my duty. Why should I not dare to do it?" Li Tingzhi said firmly in a stern voice.

"Haha, I've heard so many people say that."

The old man shook his head and turned away.

"Stop, old man! What do you want me to do to make you believe I can do it?"

Li Tingzhi stopped him.

The old man turned his head and said:

"An old barefoot country doctor, I once created a poisonous recipe called Three Days of Rotten Heart Powder. I am the only one in the world who can cure it."

"If Lord Li is really confident that he can help me solve this case, how about you take poison as a promise?"

Li Tingzhi walked out of Taohe Village, raised his left hand and looked at his palm.

He saw a red blood line on his palm.

It was slowly crawling towards his wrist.

"If I let the blood flow down my arm to my heart, will I die?" he said to himself................

In the inner city at night, three days had passed.

The search by officers and soldiers outside had weakened a lot.

Chen Huan opened his eyes, snapped his fingers and said:

""Let's go."

I saw dozens of outer city officials and mourning puppets going into the underground tunnel.

They went to Wanbaozhai underground.

They didn't use the mourning puppets in the prison, which were too recognizable.

At present, the prison is still a good place.

Wanbaozhai also has a curfew at night. They rushed out of the tunnel and rushed into Wanbaozhai to rob.

They met a few guards and were hacked to death almost instantly.

They entered the store and kicked the door boy who was guarding the store on night duty:

"Tell me, what are the thickest books and the best wine in Wanbaozhai?"

Chen Huan walked out from behind a pile of zombies and asked.

The servant opened his eyes in his sleep and saw rotting zombies all around him, and the leader also had burn marks on his face and looked like an evil ghost.

After a moment of shock, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Chen Huan nodded, and saw several zombie leaders carrying a large water tank from outside.

They threw the servant in directly.

The servant woke up instantly.

When he saw Chen Huan in the water tank, he cried and kowtowed:

"Ghost messenger, spare my life. The thickest book is the Complete Library of the Four Branches of Literature, and the best wine is the Qianrichun wine on the top floor.

As soon as the servant finished speaking, several figures rushed out.

They found two jars of wine, but only one book.

""Why is there only one book left?" Chen Huan asked.

The servant said tremblingly:

"Some time ago, all the people in the Imperial College bought it out. This one was not printed clearly and someone returned it. It is really gone, Master Ghost."

Chen Huan did not look at the servant again, and turned back to the tunnel, with blood spilling out of the window behind him.

Back in the cell, he opened the lid of a jar of wine and placed it on the ground

""Get up, the wine is here, get up and chat."

Chen Huan said to the former prime minister lying on the ground.

Zhang Yi sniffed and stood up immediately. Seeing Qian Richun, he was even more delighted.

He picked up the wine jar and drank a mouthful.

"Cool, haha, it would be nice if I could have another roast chicken."

Chen Huan waved his hand, and the jailer behind him brought roast chicken, which was already available in the prison.

Zhang Yi tore off a chicken leg and took a bite, saying with satisfaction:

""Go ahead? What do you want to ask?"

Chen Huan glanced at his face. He had a square face and thick eyebrows. Although he looked sloppy, he had a kind of authority in his bones.

"Why are you in jail?"

"Because I am the prime minister.

Zhang Yi took a bite of the roast chicken and smiled.

"Is this grounds for conviction?"

"Right."

Chen Huan was puzzled.

Zhang Yi took a sip of wine and shook his head:

"Because the prime minister is the closest to Wenqu, he cannot become Wenqu."

"What would it be like to become Wenqu?" Chen Huan asked

"I don't know, maybe it's bigger than the emperor."

Chen Huan's heart suddenly jumped.

What is bigger than the emperor in Liang State?

It's the sky.

Suddenly he remembered what Li Tingzhi and the black-robed man said in the cave.

The secret realm recognizes the master!

If you only enter the secret realm to play chess, calligraphy and painting, it is meaningless. Just for those few Dao rhymes?

Those black robes are all incarnations, and they all master Dao rhymes. Do you still need to spend this energy to comprehend them?

The real purpose is to become the master of the secret realm!

So how to make the secret realm recognize the master?

Become Wenqu!

Chen Huan suddenly seemed to have grasped a clue.

If he figured it out, maybe he would know why he and the fat man became abandoned by heaven.

"How to become a Wenqu?" Chen Huan asked

"Being a great scholar in the wild and a prime minister in the court, both can become Wenqu."

"Is that all? Then why haven't you become a composer?"

""Hahaha."

Zhang Yi laughed loudly, spitting out a chicken bone from his mouth and said:

"Finally, we need to build a temple to ask for a title."

Zhang Yi looked at Chen Huan's thoughtful expression and continued:

"Don’t even think about it. You want to become Wenqu, but Wenqu is greater than the emperor. Will the emperor agree?"

"This is a dead end. I am lucky enough to survive in prison."

"It would be miserable for others to become prime ministers."

After listening to Zhang Yi's story, Chen Huan was confused again.

It was possible for others to become prime ministers or great scholars.

But he and the fat man could never become great scholars or prime ministers.

Then what was the meaning of their existence in this secret realm?

Just to make up the numbers?