Bai Zeqing's eyes widened and she screamed in her heart, but she didn't dare to make a sound. She was afraid that the phantom would be dispersed if she made a sound.
"Brother Qi!"
She was shocked, happy and scared for a moment, feeling like she was about to collapse. Then her eyes became hot and her vision blurred.
Is it a dream? She hasn't woken up yet?
She quickly raised her sleeve and wiped it casually, and tentatively moved her hand closer, trembling. When she was about to touch it, she didn't dare to move another half inch, fearing that it would dissipate with a light touch.
Whether it was a hallucination or a dream, she just wanted to see more of Brother Qi.
The phantom was a little confused at first, but slowly his eyes fell on Bai Zeqing. He smiled, moved his lips, and said, "Silly girl, why are you crying again?" But Bai Zeqing could not hear the sound.
"I can't hear you, ugh..."
Bai Zeqing's heart almost stopped. He couldn't hold it back any longer. Tears fell heavily and he choked with sobs: "Brother Qi, I miss you so much! Brother Qi, I... wu wu..." Thousands of words, choked.
In his throat, only more tears welled up.
She mustered up the courage and tried to touch the figure. Sure enough, her green-white fingertips passed through the illusion and couldn't touch anything.
It can't be heard or touched, only a shadow, which seems real and illusory, as if it will dissipate at any time.
What should I do? What should I do?
Bai Zeqing was confused and frightened. He knelt down and bowed three times to the Taoist priest: "Please teach me, Taoist priest!"
When Bai Zeqing thought that Brother Qi almost lost his last soul in order to save him, his scalp almost exploded!
If the Taoist priest can stabilize Brother Qi's puppet spirit, can she ask him to teach her, so that she can protect Brother Qi, even if it is just a puppet spirit?
"You can't teach me." The Taoist priest answered neatly, "You are not qualified."
Bai Zeqing was going crazy. This Taoist priest didn't care what he wanted him to teach, so he refused immediately.
If only he hesitated for a second!
"I'm just asking you to teach me how to save Brother Qi!"
"What is it about Seventh Brother and Eighth Brother? We can't save it!" The Taoist priest showed no expression, but he folded his sleeves one by one with his fingers.
"Just this, puppet spirit!" She pointed at Brother Qi's shadow.
"As I said, I have stabilized the puppet spirit." The Taoist priest calmly raised three fingers, "Three thousand taels, don't forget it."
"Then what happens next? What, what should we do?" Bai Zeqing asked tentatively.
"I don't know." said the Taoist priest.
He really didn't know that if he had just transformed this spirit puppet a few days earlier, it would have been a piece of cake for him. But now, he has broken through a century-old evil formation and is going to Ningzhou to eliminate the resentment of thousands of people.
There really is no time to waste any more energy.
After all, his current cultivation level is not even 50% of what it was ten years ago.
After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he waved his hand gently, and the erratic shadow turned into black air and blended into the wood carving. He raised his hand again and touched Bai Zeqing's forehead. The cold touch of his fingers disappeared in an instant, and Bai Zeqing felt as if light was in his mind.
After a slight "buzz" sound, the field of vision returned to normal.
She lowered her head again, and the cracks she had just seen on the wood carving disappeared. She still had the ordinary and exquisite carving in hand.
Bai Zeqing: "???"
She had long believed in the Taoist priest's words, and couldn't help but think about it. If the Taoist priest was leaving and didn't plan to take her with him, what if something went wrong again with the wood carving... er, puppet spirit?
Moreover, I can't open my eyes, or even see the puppet spirit, so how do I know if something is wrong with him?
At least, you must learn to open your eyes and protect the puppet spirit!
As for the six thousand taels, I'm afraid the Taoist priest doesn't worry about running away at all. It would be easy for him to find him, and looking for him himself would be like finding a needle in a haystack.
"No matter what!" Bai Zeqing suddenly made up his mind, took two steps on his knees and hugged the Taoist priest's thigh: "Taoist priest, please accept me as your disciple."
"Hey!" The Taoist priest was shocked, "Don't touch me!"
"!!!"
At this moment, a horrified shouting was heard from the direction of the wing: "No, the master has committed suicide by hanging from the beam!"
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Since the incident was serious, Xi Yuanqi immediately took control of the scene and ordered people to rush to the Yuanzhou government office to report it.
At that time, Wang Chi and his party, who had already gone out, were chased back to the government office by the soldiers, and were sulking - the emperor's order urging him to return to Beijing was rushed to the Yuan Zhifu government office after 800 miles!
The person who came was Lu Yu, the eunuch Bingbi who was in charge of the rites.
Both Wang Chi and Shi Yu knew this man. They were the same year when they were studying in the Imperial College.
This Lu Yu was originally born in a scholarly family, the youngest son of the salt transport envoy Lu Guangti. Later, he was implicated in the corruption case of his father and was imprisoned. He was originally going to be beheaded. Later, because of the recommendation of his mentor, the emperor thought that he was good at fortification and was indeed talented, so he was sentenced to death.
He was pardoned from the death penalty and sentenced to corruption, and was sent to the Department of Ceremonies. His eldest sister was sent to the Jiaofang Department and lost contact with her from then on.
The emperor sent him here this time, probably because he had an old relationship with Wang Chi and would be easy to talk to.
Lu Yu bowed and said: "The documents for the sea arrest have also been issued. The emperor has spoken. The thieves are cunning. I don't blame the young general. I also ask the young general to return to the capital as soon as possible without delay."
Wang Chi was angry, but he couldn't express it when facing Lu Yu, who was always gentle and elegant. He couldn't help but mocked: "I can't wait!"
To the emperor, the remnant of a guilty minister was not as important as the hostage of the Northwest King.
Everyone knows this.
Lu Yu coughed lightly and said warmly: "Young general, be careful what you say."
Lu Yu shouldn't have said this, but he did.
Both Wang Chi and Shi Yu knew that he meant well. Shi Yu gave him a slight salute: "Thank you!"
Lu Yu quickly responded: "I don't dare."
Wang Chi kicked over the huanghuali wood table next to him and walked out without saying a word. Just when he saw Xi Yuanqi's personal entourage walking in, he almost bumped into him. Before Wang Chi could get angry, his personal entourage hurriedly reported the matter.
News of the death of the prefect.
Wang Chi strode out, got on his horse and rode away without saying a word.
Shi Yu hurriedly called the officials and officials from all over the government office, led a group of black cavalry guards and a group of Southwest Army, and chased Wang Chi towards Tingquan Temple in a mighty manner.
In front of the mountain gate, the refugees were talking a lot, watching the monks and soldiers coming in and out with some horror, not knowing what was going on.
Those with sharp ears just seemed to hear the sound, and said in panic: "Why, how did I hear it, it seemed to say..."
"What did you say?" People around him urged him.
The man lowered his voice a little more and said: "It seems that the Lord Fu committed suicide?"
The people around suddenly became confused.
"How can it be?"
"No way?"
"Did you hear correctly?"
"What if, what if it's true?"
"Then, what should we do?"
"Then the granary can't be opened?"
"Oh, how can we survive!"
Everyone was talking a lot, some believed it and some didn't believe it, but they were all worried about the future. Someone who heard a few words nearby came to ask again, so the crowd became more and more chaotic.
In the chaos, someone started shouting again: "Masters and gentlemen, please let us see the Lord!"
"Please see Mr. Fu Zun! Please help Mr. Fu Zun!"
The noise became louder and louder, and everyone became more and more uneasy. Finally, they all merged into a unified shout:
"Please see Mr. Fu Zun!"
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