"Artistic conception! This is artistic conception! The rhyme of mountains and rivers, the rhythm of plants and trees." Huo Feixian's thoughts flowed in his mind, immersed in the mountains and rivers, and his spirit constantly communicated and sensed with the plants and trees in the scroll.

No one noticed that in the void of Chang'an, a stream of wonderful aura seemed to have come alive. Pulled by the "Chang'an Society Map", a stream of mysterious aura burst out and quietly poured into Huo Feixian's body, nourishing his three souls and seven spirits.

"'Withed vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, and thin horses in the ancient roads, this is the artistic conception!"

Huo Feixian realized that with emotional fluctuations, the Chang'an map was broken, and the vision in front of him gradually returned, and a burning look appeared in Huo Feixian's eyes:

"It is worthy of being a rubbing of the mythological scroll, and the Taoist rhyme is so strong."

"But Wang Tai said that right now, I am really only suitable to accumulate foundation and wait for the opening of the Natural Painting Academy. In one sentence, a false transmission of thousands of books is indeed not a fool." Huo Taixian had mastered the method of opening the magic pen at this time. As long as he was willing, he could open the golden pen in his body at any time.

However, no one explained the secrets of opening the golden pen and practicing ink clearly to him. Of course, he did not dare to open it at will. Instead, he made up his mind to go to the Natural Painting Academy.

Just as Huo Taixian was distracted, the little girl ran over and hugged Huo Taixian's arm: "Brother, let's go home for dinner, I'm going to starve to death."

The little girl washed clean and changed into new clothes. Although she was still yellow and thin, her mental outlook was completely renewed.

Looking down along the linen clothes, Huo Taixian paused and saw the white and tender feet, barely stepping on the floor, with dust vaguely sticking to the edge of the soles of her feet.

"Where are your shoes?" Huo Taixian asked in surprise.

"Shoes... I can't bear to wear them. Walking is too expensive, those shoes look so good, I want to keep them for marriage in the future." The little girl looked at Huo Taixian, with a hint of shyness in her eyes.

Huo Taixian felt both distressed and funny when he heard this. He looked at the skinny little girl and reached out to pinch the other person's face:

"You are so young, you know you're married?"

"My mother told me every day that I am a money-losing guy and will marry me in three to five years." The little girl grinned:

"I can save some money at home, so my mother doesn't have to work so hard, and weave cloth and make shoes under the lamp."

"Where is the shoes?" Huo Taixian looked at the little girl with annoyance.

The little girl reached out to her back, took out a pair of intact cloth shoes from her back, and carefully held them in front of Huo Feixian.

Huo Feixian brought clean water, pulled the little girl to sit on the chair, then squatted down and cleaned the dust on his feet: "Don't you, you, the general, don't you know? If you don't wear these shoes this year, you won't be able to wear them next year."

While talking, Huo Taixian put his shoes on the little girl. The little girl's soles were too thin, as thin as two chicken feet:

"Don't worry, my elder brother will definitely ask you to wear new clothes every day and new shoes every day. When you get married in the future, my elder brother will prepare a thick dowry for you."

The little girl blinked her eyes and looked at Huo Taixian quietly, and couldn't help but say, "Brother, you treat me so well."

"You are my sister, of course I want to be nice to you." Huo Taixian smiled and took the little girl's hand, then picked up a package beside her, and the brother and sister walked out of the yamen.

"Go home to have a meal." Huo Taixian smiled and touched the little girl's head.

The brother and sister walked out of the yamen and returned home all the way. Liu had prepared the meal.

"What's the happy event today?" Huo Taixian looked at the eight dishes on the table and asked with a smile.

"Your father is lucky now and has been promoted. He went to Longmen Dike to serve as a patrol. This is a fat man. It will be fine to provide you with meat in the future. We should celebrate today."

The little girl's eyes lit up and was about to speak, but Huo Feixian pulled her arm, made a "shhh" gesture, and then blinked.

This girl is really smart. She understands it when she hears it, so she won't say more.

"The clothes on this girl... this clothes cost a lot of money. This child can wear old clothes. You are really a prodigal! You are just as prodigal as your devil father." Song Wanquan appeared outside the door of the house. Looking at the clothes on Xiaoya, his eyelids twitched.

The little girl was dissatisfied when she heard this, and she pouted and ran to the side with her head tilted, ignoring Song Wanquan.

Song Wanquan came to Huo Feixian and lowered his voice:

"Fei Xian, I will be transferred to Longmen Dike. Is this your work?" Song Wanquan said to Huo Fei Xian.

"What do you say about Dad?" Huo Taixian said in surprise when he saw Song Wanquan's confident face.

"Dad is not a fool. Longmen Dike is a fat man. I don't know how many people are staring at me. No matter how I calculate it, it won't be my turn." Song Wanquan said angrily:

"Although I'm a little stupid, I'm not stupid. This good thing suddenly falls on me, and I'm not difficult to guess if you're the chief clerk in the yamen."

Huo Taixian smiled when she heard this, but didn't say much, but just patted Sanya's head and greeted her: "Go and have a meal."

Then he put the package in his hand on the table: "The package is the cloth I bought, and I will make a few new clothes for my mother and dog leftovers."

"You, it's so wasteful. We are all poor families. It's good to wear torn clothes. How can we be willing to make new clothes?" Liu's eyes lit up when he heard this. Although he complained, he came over to unpack the package, and the corners of his mouth were grinning at the back of his head.

Song Wanquan looked at Huo Taixian with a smile on his face and said meaningfully: "All family, I won't thank you. Taixian, I'm afraid I'll pay back what I owe you in my life. I thought I could take care of you, but I was taken care of by you. Don't worry, my father will never embarrass you. The Longmen Dike is related to the safety of the seven counties. Even if I die, I will never let something happen to Longmen Dike and involve you."

Huo Taixian grinned and said, "How could something happen to a thousand-year-old embankment? I checked the documents and said that the embankment lasted for 3,600 years. The imperial court strengthened it every year, and there would never be any trouble."

"That's right." Song Wanquan grinned: "But our family is rich and powerful when working in Longmen Dike. In the future, big fish and meat are indispensable."

After the family finished their meal, Huo Feixian led Sanya and walked towards the yamen again. He returned to the yamen to understand the artistic conception and nourish the spirit. For him, life was fulfilling.

At this time, he knew his future path, but he was not in a hurry.

As the days passed by bit by bit, Huo Taixian's life returned to peace, lived a secluded life in the county jail, comprehending the map of Chang'an's country every day, three months passed in time. However, with the sound of a drum, the peaceful life was finally broken again.

"Sir, this is the county master who is summoning everyone to discuss matters." Zhang San said.

The three of them walked all the way out of the door. When they arrived at the Houya, Huo Feixian's pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes couldn't help but condense.

He saw a familiar figure - Wang Gaoqiu.

At this time, Wang Gaoqiu was dressed neatly and stood gracefully in the lobby, standing with Wang Tai, as if discussing something.

Looking at the officer walking in, Wang Gaoqiu swept over casually, and as his eyes drifted, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

The two looked at each other and stopped at random. No one spoke, as if nothing had happened.

"Everyone, this is the new constable Wang Gaoqiu, who is a first-class expert. From now on, he will be responsible for leading three yamen runners, and everyone will be colleagues." Wang Tai briefly introduced, and then ordered everyone to disperse.

"Captain Wang, we're meeting again." Huo Feixian looked at Wang Gaoqiu, took the initiative to meet him, and said with a smile on his face.

"Yes, we met again. I didn't expect to meet you here." Wang Gaoqiu smiled coldly.

"You two know each other?" Wang Tai asked curiously.

"Not only know each other, but also very familiar." Huo Taixian smiled: "It turns out that the mountains and rivers are not turning around. I didn't expect that we would meet here. Captain Wang, take care of him in the future."

Huo Feixian glanced at Wang Gaoqiu, then turned around and walked out after he said that.

Zhang San and Li Si were so smart people on the side, and at this moment I realized something was wrong with the atmosphere:

"Sir, do you have a grudge with Wang Gaoqiu?" Zhang San came over and asked.

"Go and check how Wang Gaoqiu entered the county government." Huo Taixian ordered, then walked into the room with his head down, sat in front of the case sect and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Before Huo Taixian waited for a long time, Zhang San and Li Sifeng rushed in: "Master, I found out that it was sent by the imperial court. It is said that there was a seal letter from the superiors."

"Did the court send it? Is there any connection with the court?" Huo Taixian thought about it. It seemed to be a line. It found the line of the assassin. It found who wanted to kill himself.

He felt that his five ghost transport map seemed to be useful.

In the county government office

Wang Gaoqiu followed Wang Tai into the backyard, but saw Wang Gaoqiu taking out a wooden box from his sleeve: "Sir, Your Highness Duan, please ask me to say hello to you."

"King Duan? What did he put you into the yamen? Don't think about using the "Chang'an Society Map" to find the mythological picture scroll. If this trick was useful, I would have found it long ago. The Emperor of Zhou had already mobilized the "Rich Mountain Society Map" volume." Wang Tai took the wooden box casually, opened it and took a look, with a strange look in his eyes:

"Think he's interested."

"Master, I can make a brilliant idea, but I still want to try again. Maybe I can detect a trace of clues through the scroll." Wang Gaoqiu quickly made a look of being seen through, and went forward to say respectfully.

Looking at Wang Gaoqiu, Wang Tai yawned: "The Chang'an map of society is in the hands of the chief clerk. If you want to see the Chang'an map of society, go find him."

"Thank you, sir." Wang Gaoqiu was overjoyed and bowed quickly, then looked at the servant beside him with a flattering face:
Chapter completed!