I have an eternal eye

"Ten taels, five taels, three cents..."

Under the candlelight, Zhang Biao was counting money.

After a long time, even the copper plates in the corners were turned out, and then he rubbed his face and felt a little big.

"A total of three hundred and twenty taels..."

Three hundred and twenty taels, a little is a lot.

Nowadays, the price of goods in Yujing City is that one tael of silver can buy a hundred dou of rice and eighty kilograms of beef.

The county official's annual salary is only thirty taels, which is an astronomical amount of money for ordinary people.

But it is far from enough for practice.

A serving of Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup, including tiger bones, costs almost ten taels.

Be careful, it can be used for three days.

The Zhang family's savings are not enough for a hundred days.

I dare not count any unexpected situations.

The cost is staggering.

But if you can't bear a thousand miles of waves, how can you get thousands of catties of fish? As long as you succeed in cultivation, no matter how high the price is, it will be worth it.

It has only been less than a month since the Black Sun and Blood Moon appeared, and there are already many strange things going on, such as Guitouliu, Yi Chonghui, and the Killing Sect...

One is more difficult than the other.

Of course, it's not his turn to take the lead in these things.

The most beautiful place in the capital, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are countless masters hiding there.

With his skills, he was only above average among the six gates, and he was in a humble position and had little say.

Just find an opportunity, let the wind out, and let the strong-headed people resist.

But signs of chaos have emerged, and there are ghosts, spirits... These completely unknown existences, who knows whether he will encounter them.

We must strengthen our strength as soon as possible.

The "Three Yang Sutra" is just a method of refining Qi. It is still unknown how long it will take to practice the Three Yang True Fire.

The magic weapon, the Soul Mirror, is useful, but it has been damaged, its power is greatly reduced, and it only targets living creatures.

This thing comes from the "Snake Temple", which is mostly related to monks, and Yi Chong will not hesitate to kill people and silence them.

I wonder if there are other magical weapons hidden there.

Tuwan Village on the outskirts of the city…

Zhang Biao suddenly remembered that Grandma Wu happened to live in Tuwan Village.

Xiao San's execution date has been set, and he will leave tomorrow to deliver a message...

…………

The next day, the sky was covered with lead clouds.

Yujing City is located on the ancient vast plains, with fertile land and four canals, Yongding, Qinglong, Sishui and Taihe.

The land is fertile and the natural population is large, forming villages large and small, like stars surrounding Kyoto.

Five miles outside the west gate of Yujing City, there is a large mule and horse market, where many caravans traveling from north to south gather to camp.

Firstly, it can save rent costs, and secondly, they can trade with each other and even hire escort teams.

"Boss, just this one..."

Zhang Biao wore a black military robe and a bamboo hat to cover his face, comforting a big maroon horse.

Tuwan Village is dozens of miles away from the capital. It takes a long time to walk and the carriage has to wait for a long time.

With his identity and the six-door waist card, he can naturally use the post army and horses.

But he was taking a break, had no official errands, and didn't want to be known, so he came to rent a horse.

Renting a pommel horse only costs a hundred dollars.

After putting down a deposit of ten taels, Zhang Biao whipped up his horse, left the mule and horse market, and headed southwest.

He has been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child. He is not the best in bow and horse, but he is still proficient in it.

Holding the reins in his left hand and the whip in his right hand, his body rose and fell with the horse's back, and he was several miles away in the blink of an eye...

What Zhang Biao didn't notice was that as soon as he rode away, several people in the mule and horse market raised their heads.

"It's the one named Zhang from the Liumen Gate!"

"Big...brother, that is the direction of Tuwan Village, will he find out..."

"Why are you panicking? Everyone is on fire. As long as you don't talk too much, the gods will not know about it and the ghosts will not notice it."

"I've got an errand, and I'm going to get rich soon. Let's go back and hide for a while, and start working on it after the news passes. Then we can follow me and have a good time, and it won't be a waste to our brothers..."

"Thank you, brother!"

"Listen to big brother!"

…………

The cold wind blows through the dry grass, and the autumn mood is refreshing.

The sound of horse hoofbeats left a trail of smoke and dust on the loess official road, and they stopped before a fork in the road.

"Kululu!"

The bay-red horse snorted, and even though Zhang Biao struggled to hold on to the reins, its hooves were uneasy and it slowly retreated.

Zhang Biao frowned and looked around cautiously.

After riding the horse for more than half an hour, we were almost at Tuwan Village, but the horse was suddenly frightened and stopped moving forward.

The horse's extraordinary sense must have sensed danger.

But this place is still above the official road. Looking around, we can see the luxuriant grass beside the road and the waves of wheat rolling in the distance. No thieves can be found to rob the road.

What on earth spooked the horse?

Zhang Biao bent down and stroked the horse's neck to comfort him. Then he used his spiritual vision and quickly got the information.

Prairie Horse (fan)

1. A horse breed from the grassland, with reddish coat color and strong adaptability, and is widely distributed in various parts of the world.

2. A seven-year-old horse has passed its prime, its speed has slowed down, and its obedience is strong. It has served in the army and is an old horse that has gone through battles.

3. It was frightened…

What a waste!

Zhang Biao was speechless.

This was a privately sold military horse. Naturally, he could see that there were burnt marks of the "horse mark" on its buttocks.

But there was no hint of what frightened him.

This is also the reason why he doesn't often use his spiritual eye.

Ordinary mortals often cannot get useful information and consume energy in vain.

With his current ability, he still has to use it with caution.

Hiss...

Suddenly, a large spotted snake swam out from the grass, spitting out worms at a very fast speed.

Clang!

The horizontal sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed.

The snake immediately broke into two parts, twisted crazily on the ground, and gradually stopped moving.

At the same time, the horse was no longer nervous.

"It turns out that the long worm frightened the horse."

Zhang Biao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ride his horse through the fork in the road to the southwest.

A few hundred meters away from the branch road, there is a river, which is a branch of the Yongding Canal and is used to irrigate farmland.

The autumn wind is bleak and the river is rippling.

shore,

The river overflows and recedes,

A pair of footprints slowly appeared...

…………

Tuwan Village, as its name suggests.

There used to be a big river here, but later the river changed its course, and the fertile river bed was just used for farming. The river bend faces north and south, with hills at its back, hiding the wind and absorbing the air. Gradually, people gathered and settled.

As soon as Zhang Biao entered the village, he noticed something strange.

It was the busy time of farming, but many people gathered in the village. Paper money was scattered on the ground, and a monk in tattered clothes was chanting sutras.

Dead?

His arrival attracted a lot of attention, and some people came forward to question him.

Zhang Biao had other important matters and was too lazy to deal with it. He directly showed his trump card and said, "Grandma Wu is here. The murderer in her case is about to be executed. I stopped by to inform you."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence.

An old man walked out quickly, "I am Wu Chuan, the village chief of Tuwan Village. Your Excellency, are you Zhang Captou of Six Doors?"

Zhang Biao frowned slightly, "How do you know my name?"

Muramasa cupped his hands and said: "When Prince Wu was still alive, he often said that you were upright and upright. Thanks to you, great revenge was avenged."

"Grandma Wu passed away?!"

Zhang Biao was stunned, "When did it happen?"

"Just the night before."

Muramasa shook his head and sighed: "Wu Wang has been in a trance since he got out of that stall, and sometimes the stove will be cold even if he cooks a meal."

"I don't know why she got up to light the fire in the middle of the night before yesterday. She lit the firewood shed and the stove. When everyone found out, everyone was gone."

Zhang Biao's eyelids twitched and he said in a deep voice: "Take me to have a look!"

Muramasa did not dare to neglect and immediately took him to a small farmyard in the east of the village.

Many people gathered around to watch the fun, and the monk who was chanting sutras also shrank his neck and hid in the crowd.

Zhang Biao glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

This monk has a green scalp, shabby clothes, and a sallow complexion. At first glance, he is a fake monk who deceived the people in the countryside. There is no doubt about it.

His attention was on the yard.

The woodshed and the kitchen were connected, and they were all old mud houses in the countryside. They had already collapsed, leaving only a few burnt wooden piles.

In the yard, various footprints were messy and there was a lot of mud, which was obviously caused by people fighting the fire.

Zhang Biao frowned, "Where is the body?"

Muramasa was stunned, shook his head and said: "The body was burnt. I paid some money and buried it this morning. I buried it with Old Man Wu."

"Does Captain Zhang want to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy?"

Zhang Biao was silent for a moment, then remembered that Granny Wu was indeed in a trance at the time, so he shook his head and said, "That's all, just take Zhang to worship."

The cemetery is not far away, next to the fields.

Three simple tombstones with random names engraved on them.

The autumn wind blows and paper money flies, making it even more desolate.

Muramasa leaned on his crutch and sighed: "Old man Wu's family is an honest man. Last year, he told me that he would sell charcoal to save money and marry his son. I didn't expect to suffer such a misfortune."

"Oh, you think this person can lead us to such a miserable life..."

Zhang Biao was silent for a moment, then he lit the incense, then clasped his fists and said: "Grandma Wu, that Xiao San will be executed in a few days. Zhang will be there in person to watch him for you, and his head will fall to the ground!"

He has been working as a keeper for Liumen for several years and has witnessed too many tragedies in the world. There is very little he can do. He only hopes that the evildoers will obey the law and soothe the souls of the dead.

After that, he and Muramasa turned around and left.

As he walked, he pretended to ask casually: "Wu Cunzheng, I heard Grandma Wu say that something strange happened in the back mountain?"

"Hey, it's all a rumor passed down by our ancestors. It's just because there are poisonous snakes in the mountains behind to scare the children so they don't run away."

"Oh? Zhang is quite interested in this weird story. Muramasa might as well elaborate on it."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Zhang is an honored guest. I've prepared some wine. Let's talk in detail..."

The two gradually walked away.

The autumn wind blows and the fallen leaves float down.

Grandma Wu's originally dry tombstone suddenly became cold and the water vapor gradually condensed.

Water drops gather,

Slowly slide down the tombstone.

Like two lines of tears...