More than half an hour later, Zhi Shouzhen returned to the Hou Mansion alone.
From the guards, he learned about Ji Kang's group blocking the road. Fortunately, he left the convoy in time, otherwise the consequences would be worrying.
After telling Wang Yifu a few words, Zhi Shouzhen spent the night in Tingzhu Pavilion, and his maid Qiuyue helped him wash, change clothes, and bathe his feet.
"Your Majesty, is the water temperature okay?" Qiuyue lowered her head, revealing a white neck, and asked delicately. Her soft and boneless hands picked up the passion flower dew and softly caressed the instep of his feet.
"Yeah." Zhikarizhen was lying on the ice bamboo couch, with his trouser legs rolled up, and his bare feet soaked in the golden banyan wooden basin. Various rare herbs floated on the milky white stone water, exuding a fragrant aroma.
"I thought the prince had left the city." Qiuyue gently rubbed Zhikarizhen's ankles, soles, and between toes. After a moment, she gently lifted one of his feet and put it into her arms. She pressed it against his soft belly and used a fragrant towel to
Wipe dry carefully. When she leaned over, the full curve of her chest hung down, swaying slightly, and brushed against the boy's calf.
"What are you doing out of the city in the middle of the night? The Yu Clan envoy will arrive in Beijing in a few days. I'm still waiting to see the excitement." Zhikarizhen seemed to say casually, but his heart couldn't help but jump. The place where the feet touched was filled with the warm fragrance of soft jade.
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"Every time those Yu tribesmen come to Beijing, they always make a big fuss and live in peace. Young master, you have to be careful." Qiuyue lifted Zhikarizhen's other leg, and bent her slender waist even lower, revealing her plump breasts.
The toes are almost pinched and squeezed from time to time.
Zhiqiu Zhen's heart was shaken, and his energy and blood flow accelerated. He subconsciously struggled, but accidentally stepped on the soft bulge, causing Qiuyue to gasp.
Zhikari pulled back his legs in embarrassment and hurriedly put on his clogs.
"Your Majesty, do you need a servant to accompany you to bed?" Qiuyue's voice was as light as a gnat, trembling seductively, and the hanging snow-white neck was as gentle as a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"No, please step back." Zhikari calmed down, stood up, and looked at the back of Qiuyue's twisting waist and hips, with a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes.
There is undoubtedly something wrong with Qiuyue. As early as when he first entered the Marquis Mansion, he was suspicious of her. But it was not clear whether she was someone placed by Marquis Yongning and the Bolingyuan clan, or was she ordered by Prince Qiao? p>
No matter what, the leak of this trip out of the city must have something to do with Wang Ziqiao. Zhi Kaizhen walked into the inner room, carefully covered the door and window, took out a locked jade box, opened it, and revealed several blessing spells inside.
Materials.
The plan to get rid of Wang Ziqiao’s hostage must be prepared step by step.
He put six kinds of witchcraft materials, including gray yarrow, thorn fruit, black-striped alfalfa flowers, red clam eyes, two-headed rat tails, and century-old spider silk, into a clay pot made of yellow clay, pounded them with a wooden pestle, and then
Add your own essence and blood, a piece of Yinhe mud and a spoonful of rootless water, and grind it into a paste.
He cleaned his hands, took out the mud paste, and quickly shaped it into a vague outline of a girl. Then he placed the clay figurine in the moonlight of the west window, pressed his ring finger on the heart of the clay figurine, clicked it thirteen times, and silently recited the witchcraft.<
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After a long time, the clay figurine suddenly trembled. Zhikarizhen gave a soft drink, danced and took witchy steps. The clay figurine also moved with it, waving its hands on the window sill and following every step, as if it had become Zhikarizhen's marionette.<
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"Pa!" Zhikarizhen flicked his fingertips, and two drops of essence and blood flew out of the air, just embedded in the clay figure's eyes, and penetrated instantly. The clay figure's body stagnated, and the eyeballs bulged out, bursting out with two strange red lights.
Staring at Zhikarizhen with resentment, he made a terrifying sound of "ho ho" from his mouth.
Ukarima picked up a paper book "Kyoto Anecdotes" on the bedside, opened it, and picked out a strand of hair. The hair was long and smooth, with a slight yellow tint, which was clearly a girl's hair. Ukarima held it between his fingers.
Hold the hair, press it hard on the clay figurine's head, and spit out a long and complicated witchcraft.
The hair burned "sizzlingly" and a wisp of black smoke came out. The clay figure suddenly calmed down, and the vicious and strange red light in his eyes slowly faded away.
Zhi Kaizhen looked at the clay figurine with his eyes firmly locked on it, then grabbed the clay figurine, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it with his feet.
The clay figurine let out a short and shrill scream. At the same time, in another wing of the Hou Mansion, Dong Xue let out a scream and stood up from the bed in shock. Her lips were pale and her thin shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
She covered her chest and stared in shock at the four walls that slowly emerged from the darkness. It turned out to be a nightmare. She breathed for a while, walked to the table holding the edge of the couch, poured a bowl of herbal tea from the pot, and drank it in one breath.
Next.
The corner of the east window sill was cool and white in the moonlight, and even the gold foil on the decoration shone like frost. Suddenly, she remembered her birthday one year, and she was startled by the sudden "bang bang" sound of the window lattice in the middle of the night.
She jumped up and leaned forward to take a look. The prince was holding a crooked golden emerald flower, standing in the white moonlight of the courtyard and smiling at her.
It was the result of his frayed hand.
Dongxue trembled and touched her temples, clutching the pearl flowers tightly. Suddenly, a wave of hatred that could not be exhausted ignited like a poisonous flame, burning more intensely, painfully, and infuriatingly than ever before.
Suffocating...
Zhikari Zhen closed his eyes and faintly sensed the fierce fire of hatred on the end where the witchcraft was attached.
He moved his feet, and the clay figure strangely disappeared, leaving only a pile of dust on the ground, lingering with a strange smell of decay. He opened the window, flicked his robe sleeves, and the dust flew away.
This is the string-pulling puppet spell in "The Thirteen Records of Zhutian", which can continuously amplify the emotions of the person who has been cursed, and finally turn them into one's own use. The string-pulling puppet spell belongs to the following method: First, the person who needs the curse is
Only strong emotions such as hatred, jealousy, and joy can be channeled and cannot be created out of thin air. Secondly, the effect is slower. The caster cannot immediately control the person who has been cursed, so he must plan it slowly and achieve the goal step by step.
However, this spell is cast without leaving any trace and is difficult for outsiders to detect. As long as the caster's spiritual power is higher than that of the caster, there will be no backlash.
Zhikarizhen looked around and completely eliminated the traces of the spell. Then he walked to the starry night screen, sat down cross-legged, and used the Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Technique to restore the energy consumed by the spell.
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One turn, two turns, three turns... The Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Method has been running for the seventy-second week, and it has never stopped, and there has been no discomfort in the body. Seventy-three turns, seventy-four turns...
The momentum along the way is like a broken bamboo, going straight to eighty-nine turns, and the cycle continues endlessly.
Wisps of ethereal aura are revealed from the starry night screen, constantly thrown into the sea of consciousness, turning into shining stars.
After the transformation of Taishang Xinjingzhu, the entire sea of consciousness has turned into a rotating starry sky. Counting the twelve newly added stars, there are a total of forty-eight stars in staggered rows, undulating and surrounding.
The thirty-six stars in the past were still moving in a star formation, and the remaining twelve stars formed another brand-new star formation. The two formations echoed each other, forming a mysterious spatial layering, releasing streaks of starlight swords, criss-crossing,
Sharp and sharp.
Many starlight sword threads are surrounded by swirling nebulae of spiritual power. They are constantly polished and become clearer and clearer. They also have a strange connection with the body of the sword, and they have a vague spirit and the potential of becoming one.
And in the deepest part of the starry sky, a gloomy black spot is looming, like a collapsed black hole. It is the core of the soul of the entire sea of consciousness, and the eight-winged golden cicada is hiding inside, quietly sleeping and transforming.
Ninety-seven turns, ninety-eight turns... The Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Technique continued to operate until the astonishing ninety-nine turns. Zhikari Zhen just felt a trace of pain in his inner organs and stopped.
This is because his sword fetus has just formed and is far from perfect. As the body of the sword fetus improves, the Xuji Nailed Fetus Soul Forbidden Technique will also increase.
Zhikarizhen stood up and looked at the ray of dawn shining through the sky outside the window. Unknowingly, he had been practicing the Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Technique for several hours. Now he has the three-killing machine sword embryo, swordsmanship skills, and spiritual power.
, all have reached the limit of refining Qi, except for the last level of "seeing alone" state of mind, which has not yet been fully understood.
He stroked the scabbard and couldn't help but think of Xie Yongxu's words.
The state of mind of Kendo is related to oneself. Only by truly experiencing it can it be effective. Others' suggestions are reasonable, but if they are not in line with one's own mind, there will ultimately be a layer of obstacles. The so-called "decision" is what is needed to decide with one sword.
How can we do it reluctantly?
A strange sound suddenly sounded, and Tuke's slender and toned figure was reflected outside the window.
Zhikarizhen frowned slightly, walked over quickly, and asked in a low voice through the window: "Why are you here?"
"I've been hiding here for many days, it's time for me to leave." Tuke replied.
Zhikarizhen's heart moved: "Is your master here?"
Tuke nodded: "If you want to meet my master..."
Zhikarizhen subconsciously operated the Taishang Heart Mirror Note, and the starry sky and sea of consciousness flashed, condensing a clear and flawless round mirror, looking out.
Outside the gate of the Hou Mansion, a vague spiritual thought reflected in the mirror of the mind and was clearly captured.
"Huh?" Zhiqiu Zhen seemed to hear a surprised sound, and then, a white and graceful finger broke through the void and slowly pointed at the heart mirror.
Zhi Shou sincerely complained that something was wrong, so he immediately dismissed the mirror and cut off the contact between the two parties. "No need." He replied quickly.
"It's practical." He faintly heard a chuckle full of charming magic, and the finger retracted and disappeared without a trace.
"I'm going back to the grassland." Tuke said cheerfully, "You helped me, and I owe you a favor. The Tuyi tribe owes you a favor, and the Hehuan sect also owes you a favor. Do you need our help if you need anything?
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Zhi Shouzhen hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's wait until there is an opportunity in the future." He originally wanted to use Tuke's disciples to get rid of Wang Ziqiao for him, but the matter involved too much and would leave others behind. p>
After all, he can't trust others.
"That's fine." Tuke whispered a few code words for communication within the Acacia sect, "We children of the grassland always repay kindness. If you encounter trouble in the future, feel free to come to me." She clasped her fists and swept them away.
And go.
It can be regarded as an extra way out. Zhikari thought for a while, calmed down, and began to think about the situation of "seeing alone".