The person standing in front of the yamen runners was particularly eye-catching in the fire, and the face under the black hat seemed familiar.

"Are you Liu Changshan?"

He narrowed his eyes: "It's just the little old man."

He shouted left and right: "Bold, why don't you worship in front of the magistrate?"

The old man was shocked: "I said why is this clothes and hat different from those of you, and he is actually the magistrate who is here in person!" He repeatedly said that he was forgiven and knelt down tremblingly.

Zhang Ping stared at his silver-white head: "A few days ago, you and I have seen you and I have seen you and I have seen you and I have done this a few days ago."

The old man bowed slightly and looked up: "Please forgive me for being a clumsy man. There are many pilgrims on the top of the mountain, and people come and go on small doors. I didn't know the adults at that time, so it's even harder to remember the blessings of the day before yesterday. The adults arrived in the middle of the night, and I think it wasn't that I wanted to reminisce with the old man."

Zhang Ping's expressionless face: "This county is a female corpse under the willow tree on the top of the mountain."

His back undulated slightly, but he did not answer.

"This corpse scripture test is estimated to be the same as the date when Cishou Temple was first built. The workshop record records that you were one of the craftsmen in Jian Cishou Temple, and then became a Taoist in Cishou Temple."

He stared at the ground and smiled slightly: "The little old man did work as a carpenter in his early years. Many people who built Cishou Temple at that time are still alive, and I am afraid that only my old bones will be left. The little old man also stayed on the mountain from then on. At that time, there was no one in the temple. The little old man hanged the name of a Taoist, without a certificate, nor did he live in the temple. He just did some cleaning and chores every day. A few years ago, the magistrate re-educated the Taoist temple and found an outsider to teach the scriptures. He received grace from the government and rewarded a housekeeper for business and could provide for the elderly. These adults should be able to find it in the booklet."

Zhang Ping nodded, his eyes passed by him and looked into the house. The yamen runner next to him shouted again: "It's late at night, why did you let the adults stand outside the house?"

The old man immediately bowed again: "Forgive the sins and forgive the sins, the humble house is simple, and it may be a waste of the adults' feet. If the adults do not abandon them and are willing to move into the house, it is a blessing for the old man to live in his three lives." He stood up tremblingly and let him stand aside.

Zhang Ping stepped into the threshold, Lan Jue and the detective then entered the hall. Zhang Ping walked to the corner of the house and picked up the book "The Thieves in Troubled Times" from the small table.

A hint of surprise appeared on Lan Jue's face: "You are actually reading this book?"

The old man said hoarsely: "The little old man read a few words. He was about to die. His old eyes were blurred and he could not see the handwriting clearly. He was just idle and just glanced at him before going to bed. This adult laughed."

Lan Jue bowed: "I dare not, but my father-in-law killed the younger generation. A certain commoner, who is a idler, can be regarded as the honorific title? My father-in-law just pretends that this person is not present."

The constable took "The Thieves in Troubled Times" from Zhang Ping and gave it to Lan Jue. Lan Jue opened the pages and said a little surprised and surprised: "What a coincidence, it is this volume. Lord Zhang remembers that in the evening, he said that when he digging the underground palace, he did not need to record it. He only took a passage from the Huangquan Kingdom in "The Thieves in Troubled Times" as a biography. It is the content of this volume. Please take the time to take a look. The description of the Huangquan Kingdom is really similar to the underground palace that was just dug out. The legends from many years ago actually happened to meet the events many years later. The talent of the red leaves of the West Mountain really made our younger generations admire."

Just? Just right? Haha...

He couldn't help but smile in his heart.

Zhang Ping did not look at the book in Lan Jue's hand anymore, but looked at the old man with no expression on his face: "Liu Sou, Shou Nian's top of the mountain, and the female corpse under the willow tree, do you know?"

The old man looked back at Zhang Ping leisurely: "Does the lord ask questions or interrogation? The people of the grass are confused and please make it clear."

Zhang Ping frowned slightly and turned to the yamen runner: "Search the house."

The old man calmly retreated aside and let the constables rush into the house. Zhang Ping said again: "Don't damage the objects."

The yellow-mouthed child is in a state of mind.

He sneered in his heart and glanced at Lan Jue who was still flipping the book.

"Young master is so dignified that he must be a noble man. He just talked about his knowledge of this book, and he was even more extraordinary."

Lan Jue looked away from his book: "My father-in-law praised it. I was not talented and wrote several legends. This time, I came here at the invitation of the current county magistrate Xie, and I wrote a poem about the magic of Gui County. I didn't expect that the changes would break out in recent days, but recording the incident of the Minister of Justice and the magistrate of the Ministry of Justice will be able to pass on the story of the Shintoshi of Hiraki. It is a great blessing to have a history of being passed down through the ages. If you are not talented, you can use Economy, so that people who are thousands of years later can also remember my name. It is a great blessing."

I see.

He sneered in his heart again.

"The old man wants to congratulate the young master. Ordinary people in the world, like old men, will die immediately and destroy immediately. The dogs they raise will blink and shake their tails and lick the legs of others' trousers, let alone who can remember it. They are not as talented as the young master."

Lan Jue smiled and said, "The father-in-law is just accumulating virtue in his previous life, and he has such a blessing in this life. He should thank the Minister and the magistrate. He dare not say it is all because of himself. By the way, a man named Youguzi, whose work "The Legend of Qingshan" has a little reputation and is often used to compare with "The Legend of Troops in Troubled Times". There should be one in the bookstore in Guixian County. Since my father-in-law has read this book, or has he read my work?"

The old man laughed: "The old man is ignorant and has never heard of the young master's nickname and masterpiece."

Lan Jue said oh, holding the bookstore and yearning for Zhang Ping who went to the inner room.

"Sir, this is the part. Please read it."

Zhang Ping paused: "I have read this book. It's just that there is an underground country, and it has nothing in common with the underground palace dug out just now."

Lan Jue raised his eyebrows: "Don't you think that the dark rooms in the underground palace are just like the families in the Huangquan Kingdom in this book?"

Zhang Ping lowered his eyelids: "It's not very similar."

Lan Jue said: "The plot in the book must be far stronger than the real one. If the adults had not concluded that the underground palace and the female corpse under the tree were far earlier than the time when "The Thieves in Troubled Times" were written, students would almost speculate that the female corpse under the underground palace and the female corpse under the tree were imitating this book."

He smiled in his heart again.

Zhang Ping shook his head: "The female corpse under the tree has a silvery hair, and she must be an old woman."

Lan Jue sighed: "Yes, the underground palace is here, but there is no Princess Huangquan. Only the old woman has corpses; there is no feather hero, but only the murderer is waiting to be taken. How sigh!"

He smiled coldly again.

"Your Majesty and this young master don't have to be so tactful. You two thought that the things you found recently were similar to the plot in this book. You saw that this book is in my home, so I asked questions. In fact, I can just ask questions directly. In my opinion, this book is so harsh. I have many things that the young master said just now. The world is determined by the will of heaven. If the scholars in the world know a little bit, how can the articles that have been rumored to be compared?"

Huangquan Country? Mimier?

How can this vulgar name be related to you and be separated?

"The Lord and this young master simply want to know whether the person who wrote this book is related to this case. Yes, this person should have been to this county before. If I remember correctly, I have seen him."

That afternoon more than ten years ago, the young scholar who was walking around the wilderness was even younger than the young magistrate.

He was also on a whim at that time, or because of the little kid's words.

"I always feel that there is another story under this land. It is not a miracle of giving birth to a child, but a legend that is unknown to the world."

He couldn't help but say, "I don't know what legends there are. There are indeed legends."

A story born out of meeting.

Many, many years ago, a boy met a princess.

"I told him a story back then, but I never thought it would become this one in the book."

I never thought that it was written like this.

Lan Jue said in a gentle voice: "The plot in this book is the same as the story my father told him?"

He disdained: "Of course it's different. I have said just now, how can a literati write the true love of destiny?"

Zhang Ping nodded: "The Princess Huangquan in the book, Mimi'er, has green eyes and a name that looks like a woman from Fanbian. There will be no fan here."

"What is a fanzi?" He suddenly changed his expression, "How could she have anything to do with the barbarians! The book is that boy is lying, but if I remember correctly, Princess Huangquan is a ghost body, so her appearance and name are different from ordinary people, and she is not associated with alien races."

Zhang Ping nodded again: "Who is she?"

He stood indifferently, silent.

Zhang Ping stared at him: "Pu Lili?"

His pupils shrank.

Zhang Ping continued on the flat floor: "Decades ago, the village man Jiao Er dug a sarcophagus from an ancient well, and later he was sent to the mountain, built a temple to worship, and enjoyed decades of incense. The above are not the same as the plot in "The Thieves in Troubled Times". Where did you tell the story of the red leaves in the West Mountain come from?"

Haha, this little magistrate thought he had made a fuss and looked very successful.

Actually, I have already seen your little trick, but I just did it intentionally.

I have never concealed it, you are too stupid.

"If you want to talk nonsense about the ridges of the fields, how can you find the basics for the adults to investigate?"

Zhang Ping took out a gourd with the word "shun" engraved from his sleeve.

"I bought this gourd from your shop that day. At that time, I felt that the carvings on this gourd were a little different from ordinary carving knives."

Yes, he had already remembered it. The first transaction of the day, the young man who asked questions, turned out to be this little magistrate.

"The little old man was shaking his eyes and his carved objects were crude, so Lord Meng refused to abandon him."

The left and right yamen runners picked up a pair of awls that they had just obtained from the desk box.

"At that time, the one who was holding a carved gourd in the shop should be this thing."

The wooden handle of the awl is smooth and old, and the cone head is slightly bald, but it is still black and there is no rust mark at all.

Zhang Ping signaled the constable to put the awl on the ground, took a small axe, and slashed the handle of the cone.

Ka! The wooden handle is crushed, revealing the wrapped nail head.

This awl is made of a large nail and a wooden handle!

Zhang Ping picked up the nails and brushed away the debris from the nail head. The runes were still clear, exactly the same as those on the coffin under the willow tree.

The old man still looked calm: "Sir, you have to ask the old man, where can I buy this awl?"

Zhang Ping walked towards the inner bedroom without saying a word.

The bedroom is simply furnished, with a bed, a few chairs, a few wooden boxes and a large cabinet.

The bed was covered with coarse sheets and the bedding and pillows were neatly arranged, which was very old.

But, they are all too neat.

There are no traces or smells of sleeping like it is just here.

The size of the house is consistent with what was estimated when looking at the whole outside before, and there is no mezzanine.

The bed is empty.

The wooden box can be moved.
To be continued...