Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 53 Looking for traces

"Your boy's life is much more important to me than the truth."

Chen Qiao's words yesterday still lingered in his ears. It was the first time Qiu Yi saw his master's eyes showing such pain and seriousness, which was far from his usual carefree image.

But at this moment, Qiu Yi felt that his simple heart had been deceived. He grimaced and drooped the corners of his mouth.

"Master, I haven't read the book."

"Um."

"So don't lie to me."

"Huh? What are you lying to?"

"Is this what you call a compromise? You stinky old man, you just want to take advantage of it!" Qiu Yi asked while pointing at the mahjong in Chen Qiao's hand that was quickly being coded.

"How can it be false? When have I ever lied to you?" Chen Qiao replied, staring directly at the mahjong table, and smacked his lips downwards: "Tsk, my starting move is too bad."

When Qiu Yi heard this, he looked at the cards stacked in front of him and frowned.

It really sucks...

There are many unitary and nine tiles, but very few straights and combinations. How to play this? Thirteen? The probability is too small. If you don't go to the thirteenth pair, you can only look in the direction of the seventh pair, but...

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he was being led away from his thoughts by Chen Qiao.

Qiu Yi, Qiu Yi! How could you be so depraved! When you are the first arrested person in Beijing, have you forgotten your wish to find out the murder of your parents? This can't go on like this!

Chen Qiao's voice sounded again: "Touch!"

Qiu Yi...

Hear the words and look at the cards.

…

The dice are shaken in the cup, and the sweet sound of the dice colliding with each other is intertwined with the noisy noise of the gamblers. The inexplicable aroma of the mahogany gaming table and the incense from the corner flow into the nostrils.

Time flies by in a blink of an eye, and it’s almost lunch time in the blink of an eye.

A guest came outside the gambling house.

Looking up at the sign of the casino, Wu You touched his chin and muttered in his heart:

Would the head catcher in charge of the prince's case be in a place like this?

After discovering the formation in Wu King Body yesterday, the first thing he thought of was that the unidentified person who set up the formation was probably still in Li Country.

After all, according to Prime Minister Shang, the last prince died mysteriously two months ago.

There are nine princes in total, and the cause of death is unobservable. How could Shang Shukui not have tried to send someone to protect him or even lived with several princes.

But it's useless. Thinking about it, this is not something ordinary people can do.

Walking into the gambling house, Wu You quickly found his target - the red and black police officer's uniform was easy to find. Playing mahjong in police uniform...

Are these two people really reliable?

At this time, the round was not over yet, so he stood quietly and waited.

It didn't take long.

The policeman sitting in front of the mahjong table pushed the tiles: "Hey, Hu!"

"What a fool! You... Huh, let's solve your own trouble first." The person opposite took down a few coins, raised his chin at Wu You, and clasped his hands to watch the show.

Chen Qiao was horrified when he heard this:

He didn't notice any breath or sound. But he still maintained the look of a complacent gambler who was lucky enough to win a small amount of money, and slowly turned around to look for the person.

Qiu Yi's reaction was much bigger. He pressed his hand directly on the handle of the knife and turned around to stare at the person.

"Are you two responsible for investigating the prince's case?" Wu You asked as the two looked at each other.

"So what?"

Qiu Yi answered quickly.

Chen Qiao's face darkened, he stood up and pulled Qiu Yi behind him, cupping his fists and saluting Wu You: "Your Excellency, is...?"

Wu You showed the writ.

When the yamen asked about the case, the chief clerk gave it to him with a smile.

…

Chen Qiao felt like she was going to have high blood pressure.

He raised his head and glanced at the two people walking in front. Not far away was Linxuan Palace, where the third prince last lived before his death. It had a red wall and a single eaves on the top of the mountain. It was solemn in shape and the golden glazed tiles reflected the sunlight, like pieces of golden dragon scales. . But for some reason... it seemed eerie.

"Superior Immortal! Can you turn stone into gold?"

Qiu Yi walked beside Wu You, his eyes almost shining with questions one after another.

"No," Wu You replied with a smile: "But it is possible to turn it into a spiritual stone, but if you have to pour spiritual power into the stone yourself, there will be losses."

He did not resist the young man and answered his questions one by one. His reserve as an immortal cultivator was forgotten after just a few words.

In front of Qixuan Palace.

Qiu Yi was about to step forward and tear off the seal on the door, but Wu You reached out and stopped him.

He gently peeled off the paper seal from the crimson wooden door and saw a miniature formation written on the paper. This fluctuation and the formation in the Wu King Body should have been made by the same person.

Wu You frowned slightly.

Strange, since paper is used as the carrier, wouldn't it be easier to choose talisman and seal script?

Qiu Yi asked: "Shangxian, is there something on the paper?"

"A small formation." Wu You didn't hide anything. He raised his hand and pressed it on the wooden door. He looked inside and outside to make sure there were no hidden tricks. Then he waved his fingers and put two small spiritual shields on his body. On people.

The slight amount of spiritual energy escaping from the shield caused the concentration of spiritual energy around Qiu Yi and Chen Qiao to soar, and the ensuing sense of relief almost made them Ascension.

The feeling of spiritual energy entering the skin, penetrating into the muscles and bones, and the cells being nourished by the spiritual energy is an extremely wonderful experience for any creature.

That is the strongest desire deep in the blood.

After breathing heavily for a while, Qiu Yi first adapted and was at a loss: "Shangxian, this is..."

"A layer of insurance." Wu You replied. It seems that Qiu Yi is more adaptable to spiritual energy.

Soon, Chen Qiao also adapted. He cupped his fists and solemnly thanked Wu You. Wu You shook his head and passed.

Pushing open the door of Qixuan Palace, the three of them stepped inside.

There was a slight smell of dust in the air. After all, it had not been cleaned for two months. The quilt on the bed was still spread out, but the body of the third prince had been buried long ago.

There was no blood on the ground. According to the records, he died in his sleep without any warning or resistance.

On the pillow, in Wu You's sight, a strong evil spirit was slowly leaking out.

…

Lingnan.

The land of Liuzhou south of Yangshan and north of the Weishui River was once the most developed area of ​​agriculture and forestry in Li State.

There are many plains in Lingnan, the climate is warm and humid, the soil is fertile, and there is little snowfall or freeze in winter. The rice production is enough to supply most of the country. The variety of melons and fruits and the sweet taste make northerners salivate.

The canal dug by the previous dynasty was like an artery, transporting Lingnan products to the entire Li country.

However……

The inexplicable disaster that occurred three years after Ruizheng completely changed the fate of people on this land.

First it was the seasonal fresh vegetables in summer, but the sown seeds never germinated, and then there were the shriveled ears of late rice. The soil seemed to have lost its life and would no longer bear fruit for the cultivators. The birth rate of livestock dropped sharply, and chickens and ducks no longer After breaking out of the shell, even newborns had varying degrees of deformities.

Temples were destroyed, statues of gods fell, and a famine far worse than the drought and flood years swept through the six states in Lingnan.

(End of chapter)