Jingping Division.
This is the most mysterious place in Changning City besides the imperial palace.
A circle of gray and black walls protects the intelligence center of this country and even the whole country.
I don't know how many protective formations were deployed around it.
Zhang Dayong led Lu Yuan straight in.
Passing through the many eaves, Lu Yuan heard wailing one after another.
Those were people from the department interrogating suspects.
Walking through another aisle, we came to a small and elegant courtyard.
"Zhang Shuai, Lin Siwei are already waiting for you two in the living room." The boy who greeted them outside the archway smiled immediately when he saw them coming.
The two came to the living room.
The aroma in the hall is light and pleasant.
A young man in his early twenties, wearing a gray-black crane cloak, looked at the two people with a smile.
Lu Yuan looked closely, and saw that the young man had a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, and he was elegant and handsome, because he was a hero among men.
"Greetings, Lieutenant Commander!" Zhang Dayong knelt down on one knee and saluted with his hands in hand.
Lu Yuan also clasped his fists in greeting: "I've met Si Wei."
"Excuse me, thank you for your hard work!" Lin Bi returned the favor and said, "Please sit down."
Lu Yuan and Zhang Dayong were sitting at the guest seats, and the waiter immediately brought two cups of fragrant tea.
"I have heard their report on the Immortal Master's righteous deeds. Dali Temple has put a lot of effort into this Hua Chao Festival assassination case. In fact, they have been secretly competing with our department, and in the end we won, haha. Today's I’d like to give you two the first credit for this.”
"Thank you, Si Wei," Lu Yuan said with a smile, "It's just that we monks don't pay much attention to these things. I came to visit Sir Si Wei today because I actually want to ask you about someone."
"Inquiry about someone?" Lin Bi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "The immortal master has really found the right person. Tell me, who do you want to find?"
"Alchemist Qing Qiuzi."
"Are you looking for him?" Lin Bi frowned slightly.
"Why, are you in trouble, sir?"
"That's not true. Qingqiuzi has many names. You only know his name, right?"
"Indeed."
Lin Bi thought for a while and said: "If you want to find him, I am not very suitable. There is a person who is very close to him. How about I recommend him to help you find him?"
Who is this alchemist? Even Lin Siwei said it was not appropriate to find him.
Lu Yuan was wondering when he saw Lin Bi calling a boy to come in.
After a while, the boy brought paper and pen.
"Master Lu Xian, I'm going to write a letter to that person. After reading the letter, he should give me some sympathy."
"Who am I writing to?"
"You should have heard of this person, Li Qinglian."
"Li Qinglian?" Lu Yuan was shocked, "Is he the swordsman who can write poetry?"
"You might as well say he is a poet who can dance with a sword."
Lu Yuan said: "Is there any connection between the poet swordsman and the alchemist?"
Lin Bidao: "The immortal master doesn't know something. In addition to poetry and swords, Li Qinglian also likes to make elixirs and take pills. He has been looking for immortality and wants to become a Taoist master. Qing Qiuzi also likes to associate with him, and the two often write poems. Sing harmoniously. The Immortal Master is an outsider, so he naturally doesn’t know much about our worldly affairs."
Lu Yuan was overjoyed: "Then Master Lao has written a letter. Then where can I find him?"
Zhang Dayong smiled heartily and said: "Hahaha! It's easiest to find him. Whichever wine shop has good wine, he will be there!"
Lin Bi nodded and said, "Li Qinglian often went to Zui Xing Tower some time ago. The one she visited most in the past two days was Hampton Restaurant."
As expected of the investigating Jingping Division! Even these trivial things will be written down. Lu Yuan sighed in his heart.
"Okay. I'll go right away. By the way, the little leader of the organization who was captured just now may not be willing to confess for a while."
Lin Bidao: "These people have been trained in anti-interrogation and are very strict with their mouths. It's not that easy to get to the bottom of things. What? The immortal master also knows how to interrogate?"
Lu Yuan chuckled: "Mr. Lin, you are joking. I just have a method, I don't know if it will work."
He wanted to extract information from the foreign race, firstly to make friends with Lin Bi, and secondly because he did not want to see Dayu Kingdom fall into chaos.
Although he is far away from the world, he still understands why Cathay and the people can live in peace.
Lin Bi's clear eyes suddenly flashed with two rays of light.
"That's very good! After I finish writing the letter, I will ask the immortal master to help me."
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trial room.
It is dark and humid all year round, and the air is filled with a disgusting smell of mold and blood.
The foreigner was tied up with five flowers, his body was dripping with blood, and his breath was dying.
Lin Bi said softly: "Please."
Lu Yuan's Demon Sword of Nirvana was unsheathed, bringing a light red color to the dark room.
Zhang Dayong saw that the sword was extremely sharp and was afraid that Lu Yuan would kill someone by mistake, so he wanted to stop him.
Lin Bi stretched out his hand to stop him.
Lu Yuan placed the sword on the foreigner's shoulder, communicated silently with Ji Mie in his mind, and read two words in his heart:
"Huan Xin!"
The man suddenly opened his eyes wide and yelled as if he was flashing back his light.
Everyone around was shocked.
After shouting for a while, his voice returned to normal.
Lu Yuan whispered to Lin Bi: "Sir, ask. Tell me everything you know."
evening.
Jingpingsi booked two private rooms in the Hefeng Building and treated Lu Yuan to Japanese cuisine.
The interrogation in the afternoon was very successful, and the aliens revealed the entire plan.
But he only talked about a small part of the resurrection of the gods.
After all, it was a mortal body, so Lu Yuan did not dare to enhance the effectiveness of the fantasy heart.
Otherwise, this person will immediately fall into an illusion that he will never wake up from and become a madman.
Even so, Lin Bi was already very satisfied.
"Master Lu, if anything happens in the future, please come to Jingping Division to find me. Here, this is my waist badge, give it to Master Immortal. If you are questioned in our department, just take it out."
Lin Bi was a little drunk, so he took off a small green waistband from his waist and handed it to Lu Yuan.
Lin Bi's name is engraved in seal script on this sign, and there is a circular hollow flying crane mark in the lower right corner, which is very delicate.
"Thank you, sir!" Lu Yuan happily put it away.
It's night, the guests and hosts are enjoying themselves.
The next day, Lu Yuan said goodbye to everyone and went to Hampton Restaurant.
It’s noon, it’s almost time for dinner.
The Hampton Restaurant was already packed with guests.
There was a circle of people sitting outside the door waiting for a table.
His keen hearing allows him to easily pick up the sounds of the entire building.
After listening for a while, a smile appeared on his face.
Li Qinglian is indeed on the second floor!
Lu Yuan put the Demonic Nirvana Sword into the Rong Ring and walked straight up.
"Hey, sir, I'm sorry, the store is full now, please take your number and wait in line."
The waiter quickly stopped him and quickly tore up a waiting list card and handed it to him.
"I am a friend of Poet Li. He is on the second floor."
"Okay, sir! Please go upstairs, be careful not to hit your head!"
Once on the second floor, Lu Yuan felt like he was in a sea of fine wine.
There was a large round table in the middle of the lobby, which was filled with sumptuous food and wine. Nine people gathered around the table, enjoying the food and wine, talking loudly, staggering here and there, and it was very lively.
Around the round table stood six or seven young and middle-aged people holding pens and papers. There were four or five empty wine jars on the ground.
Lu Yuan looked at the top of the round table.
I saw an energetic young man sitting there.
The man was in his early thirties. Although his face was red and his ears were red, his eyes were very bright, trembling like a tiger, and shining brightly.
The way he moved his hands and feet seemed to be like a fairy.
From the conversations of others, he already knew that this person was the famous "Exiled Immortal" Li Qinglian.
When Li Qinglian is organizing a game, there are often many admirers around to eat with her.
They didn't go to the table to eat, but just stayed with them, hoping to get Shixian's new works as soon as possible.
Therefore, when Lu Yuan stood nearby, no one took it seriously.
He was about to go up to say hello when he suddenly heard the roar of gongs and drums on the river below.
One of them shouted:
"The prince is here!"
The people around said one after another:
"The prince of the inner palace is here! Is he here to drink?"
"No, no, Li Qinglian is on the second floor today. I must have invited him."
"Let's all retreat a little. We'll be in trouble if we get hit by soldiers later."
The hotel manager and all the waiters rushed forward and knelt down to greet him.
The prince got off the boat surrounded by everyone.
He looked indifferent and walked straight to the second floor without even looking at them.
As he went upstairs, his face suddenly turned into a smile.
The prince bowed deeply to the young man above him and smiled flatteringly:
"See Li Hanlin."
Li Qinglian was drunk and dazed, looking left and right, but not looking at him.
The friend next to him held Li Qinglian's shoulders and laughed: "Brother Qinglian, are you drunk? The prince is waiting in front of you!"
"Oh! Oh! Here. Hi! Eunuch, I drank...I drank too much. I didn't see you. I'm sorry...I'm disrespectful!"
The prince gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "What the hell! It is my great blessing that a great scholar in the Hanlin Academy drinks wine to improve his poetic nature!"
Everyone around laughed.
"My lord... Farewell, my lord... don't be sarcastic. What's the matter? Just say it... it doesn't matter."
The prince lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty, please go back to the palace and help him write a new poem."
"Didn't you fill it out last time? "Qing Ping Tiao", why... why do you still have to fill it out?"
Hearing what he said about the current Holy Emperor, the prince was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
"Hanlin, your Majesty wants to hear something new this time. The boat is waiting outside the building."
"Hahahaha! No, no! My friends and I haven't had enough fun today, there's no poetry!"
Lu Yuan secretly cheered after hearing what he said.
happy!
The muscles on Eunuch Wang's face twitched, and he said with a wry smile: "Hanlin, this... this is the will of the Holy One."
Li Qinglian sat upright with a huff.
"Excuse me, my father-in-law, please go back and report to the Holy One. Just... just tell me, I am a wine-drinking immortal. I will go to Yaochi today, so I have nothing to write about yet. Hahahaha!"
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and drank a glass of wine.
The people around laughed again.
"Hanlin! Hanlin!"
"My lord, please come back. Let's talk about the lyrics tomorrow! I won't send it away."
After Li Qinglian finished speaking, she stopped talking to him and asked her friends to continue drinking.
The prince's face turned red and white, and he retreated in dismay.
He said bitterly in his heart: "Li Qinglian, please remember this! I will kill you later!"
After the prince and others left, a person at the head of the big round table shouted: "Second servant, please bring me some pen and ink!"
The waiter sent the four treasures of the study over in a hurry.
"Hanlin, here comes the pen and paper."
The man next to me said, "It's me."
The waiter immediately handed the pen and paper to the person respectfully.
When Lu Yuan looked, he saw that the man was about ten years younger than Li Qinglian, with a round face and a slight beard, and gentle and reserved eyes.
When a man at the table took off his hat and exposed his head, he immediately shouted: "Xiao Du is going to compose a poem. I will copy it after I finish it!"
"Xiao Du" smiled shyly and said, "Brothers, have a good time. Shi Mei is not good at writing, please bear with me."
Lu Yuan was shocked: Did he bump into Wenquxing having a meeting today? Is Du Shimei here too? !
The others continued to drink and give orders. Du Shimei thought for a moment and immediately made a move with a single stroke.
Lu Yuan stepped forward and took a look. This poem was relatively long, and its title was "Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking".
There were many people written in it, but he didn't know him. He only knew one of them:
"One hundred poems about Qinglian drinking wine,
Sleeping in a restaurant in Changning City.
The emperor called and couldn't get on the boat.
He claims to be a wine immortal. "
