Yan Dynasty forbids cultivating immortals

It was three poles high in the sun, and Yang Qi slept for a whole circle before leaving without any guests.

Chen Bi and his entourage chased people to the countryside, and they didn't return all night, only Shen Changliu sat at the table. When Yang Qi came in, there were very few guests in the room, and the Jiuxian stood behind the counter with his arms folded, and didn't even look at him when he came.

Yang Qi lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down, Shen Changliu then filled the wine cup in front of him, swallowed it down, instantly refreshed, Yang Qi woke up completely.

"Senior brother Yang and Jiuxian don't get along very well?" Shen Changliu asked.

"I had a little feud with him before, and he holds grudges."

Shen Changliu looked indifferent, "Senior Brother Yang, can you still have trouble with others?"

Yang Qi was very happy to gossip with others, "He is very stingy, but if he robbed him for a drink, he will hold a grudge."

Shen Changliu was probably not interested in listening to this, so he asked casually, "What wine?"

"Isn't there a cellar under Silent Villa? There is a bottle of keel incense that has been buried for decades, and it is just ready to be unsealed. I got the news that Jiuxian is already there. I know it on a first-come, first-served basis, so I invite him." Let me have a taste, but if he refused to give it, a fight broke out, and the jar was accidentally broken."

Shen Changliu paused, "Dragon bone incense... that is the last altar in the world."

Yang Qi was very sorry, "Well, if you can't find it, that's it."

Shen Changliu said coolly: "Jiuxian is really generous."

"The courtyard wall has not been repaired for a long time, and the tiles hanging on the wall are not very strong, and they can be stepped down with a little force."

Yang Qi raised his head and looked at the top of the wall. He stepped on a piece of tile on this wall yesterday.

"If you turn over from here, as long as a few more people step on the same place, some tiles will definitely fall back. Assuming that the entry and retreat routes are the same, when you turn over from the outside, there will be a pile of tiles that fall outside the wall and fall on the wall. There must be a bunch of them inside, and if you can confirm that there are different degrees of sliding tiles on both sides, then you can speculate on the direction of entry."

Yang Qi had already started to look for it, but Shen Changliu stood where he was. Yang Qi turned around and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"If the murderer's lightness skills are very high, there is no need to step on the wall when turning in, or the routes of entering and pulling out are completely different. Besides, not all the tiles are not strong, and the places they stepped on did not fall off. What about Wa?"

Yang Qi looked at Shen Changliu standing stubbornly in the same place, he was so cute and silly, and said very seriously, "Except for the few situations you mentioned, even if we find their entry and exit points, and then face such problems, they Where will it go from? If we know their route, what good is it if we know their route, the past few months, the traces that should have been gone, we are wasting our efforts now."

He paused for a while, "However, investigating a case is very troublesome. It takes a lot of trial and error. You have to keep coming up with ideas, and then use the evidence you find to support your ideas. Some famous arresters are very good at recreating. The murder process at that time, and then reversed from the murder process to find new clues. Of course, there will be a lot of mistakes in the reproduction process, so it needs to be corrected constantly. This is not our martial arts. The master throws a secret book, we You just need to practice against each other, and if you put in more effort, there will be a day when you will succeed. The murderer is not a swallow, and there will always be traces left when he comes, so what we need now is luck. After such a long time, how many clues can we find? , because there is nothing else we can do about it.”

Yang Qi himself felt for a long time that Shen Changliu probably understood what he meant, so he pretended to be deep and sublimated his theme by sublimating his theme by sublimating some charlatan's three vulgar chicken soup.

He summed it up like this, looking up at the sky at 45 degrees, "You have to accept the countless disappointments that the life of living brings you."

The two of them looked at the courtyard wall one by one to the left and the other to the right. After a few steps, Yang Qi found that a wall had collapsed severely. It definitely did not fall off naturally.

Yang Qi jumped onto the top of the wall again, as expected, there were also a few tiles that had slid down on the opposite side. Yang Qi stood on the top of the wall and looked at the distant mountain. Low, no one would believe that he could run a horse.

"Hey, come here."

Yang Qi yelled at Shen Changliu who was walking further and further away.

"Do you ever feel that the bamboo in this place seems to be deeper than in other places?"

Yang Qi was squatting under the wall with obvious falling tiles, the bare bamboos on the ground there were deeper than those next to it, and two of them seemed to be crooked.

Yang Qi moved slightly to the side for Shen Changliu who came over.

Shen Changliu stretched out his hand and fiddled with the dark-eyed bamboo twice, then drew his sword, and cut off the short remaining bamboo pole against the ground.

Seeing that he turned upside down and knocked off the soil hidden in the bamboo joints, Yang Qi got up and went to the thin ice in the lotus pond over there, and rinsed it vigorously in the biting cold water.

The surface and incision of the cleaned bamboo poles were darker and more obvious. Yang Qi took one and saw that the bamboo joints on the inner wall and the bottom had turned black.

"It's blood. Someone fell from the wall and was injured, and the blood clotted on it," Shen Changliu said.

The two were walking on a path leading deep into the jungle.

Walking along the low terrain, the surrounding weeds are overgrown, and the two of them walked through it with cocklebur and ghost needle grass seeds stuck all over them.

Shen Changliu didn't know where Yang Qi's confidence came from, so he had to run straight to one place.The mountain looked close but was actually far away.

But Yang Qi didn't explain, only seeing the bamboo with blood stains, he climbed out of the wall and ran up the mountain all the way.

When the two of them finally reached the ridge, the sun was gone to the west.

"What would you do if Eleven was stabbed through the sole of your foot?"

The sun in the winter afternoon is spreading unscrupulously on the body, giving it a warm feeling and making people unable to open their eyes.Shen Changliu hadn't even breathed yet, his eyes hadn't focused yet, and he tilted his head at Yang Qi in confusion.

The setting sun on the side of the mountain outlines his beautiful side face with the late light.

At that moment, the extreme contrast between light and shadow was so beautiful that it made people despair.Yang Qi lost his soul and wanted to touch his side face hidden in the dark.

"Save people," Shen Changliu said.

"Then look ahead."

On the mountainside not far away, a hut hidden in the forest seems to be waiting for their arrival.