Qian Limu took Xu Zhiqiong to a house. The yard was very spacious. The main house had two floors, the first floor was the hall, the second floor was the bedrooms, and there were three wing rooms on the left and right. There was a plaque hanging on the main door, called Zhonglang
Pavilion.
Zhonglang Pavilion is the residence of the sixth-grade judge in the Department of Punishing Evil. Because the sixth-grade judge is called Suo Zhonglang, it is called Zhonglang Pavilion.
Look at the sixth-grade judge’s dormitory, it’s very respectable.
Xu Zhiqiong has been staying at Zhangdeng Yamen for more than half a month, and until now, he has not even been assigned a small apartment.
Not only do you have face, but you also have dignity.
There are servants in Zhonglang Hall.
Qian Limu waved his hand, and two servants, neatly dressed, came to him.
"Make a fire and set up the pot!" Qian Limu ordered, and two servants brought an eight-foot pot, added water, and lit the fire. After a while, the water was steaming hot.
It seems that he wants to help me make some medicinal soup and help me complete my promotion.
But you don’t need such a big pot to make medicine, and I can’t eat such a big pot of medicine.
Qian Limu looked at the heat and felt it was almost done. He turned to Xu Zhiqiong and said, "Get off the pot."
"What's in the pot?"
"you!"
"Me?" Xu Zhiqiong looked at the cauldron and smiled, turned around and ran away.
I didn’t expect, I really didn’t expect, that Qian Limu would be so vicious!
Is he a judge, or is he a ghost in the Yama Palace? He is actually capable of ruthlessly treating fellow disciples!
Xu Zhiqiong's joints were stiff and he couldn't run fast. Qian Limu stepped forward, grabbed him, and threw him into the pot.
"Killing! Sixth-grade judge Qian Limu! Kill your fellow disciples, kill your fellow disciples!" Xu Zhiqiong struggled hard in the soup pot, and he couldn't die here no matter what!
Qian Limu laughed and said, "Is the water hot?"
Xu Zhiqiong said angrily: "Why isn't it hot? Come down and try..."
The water isn't really hot at all, it's over 40 degrees, so it's actually quite comfortable to soak in.
Qian Limu asked his servant to add some firewood. Smelling the hot steam, he felt that something was missing.
"Bring some salt and ginger and garlic!"
What to do with these ingredients?
Xu Zhiqiong was completely confused: "Brother Qian, what are you going to do?"
Qian Limu smiled, took out a pack of mutton from his arms, dipped it in ginger, garlic and salt foam, and said as he ate:
"Judges are divided into nine levels of cultivation. The promotion of the lower section to the middle section of each level is the most critical. Just like breaking out of a cocoon and transforming into a butterfly, one must go through the ordeal of being reborn.
When you first enter the ninth level, the power of your thoughts and images are outside your body. By the middle of the ninth level, your thoughts and images will be condensed into your flesh and bones. When you use skills in the future, you don’t need to recite formulas or think about the context, you can just pick them up at your fingertips.
"
Xu Zhiqiong understood what he meant. After reaching the middle level of the ninth level, the meaning and image will become part of Xu Zhiqiong's body, and the activation speed of skills will be greatly increased.
"But why do you want to put it in the pot?"
"This is your good luck," Qian Limu touched the pot along the road, "This pot was given to me by a close friend of the Mo family. It can gather the power of the Suzaku in the fire to help you break out of the cocoon as soon as possible.
Normally, if you want to be promoted from the lower section to the middle section, you have to rest for at least ten days. Now, you can complete the promotion by soaking in this pot for as long as three days or as short as one day."
Xu Zhiqiong wiped his sweat and felt uneasy after soaking in the soup pot.
Moreover, Qian Limu was too kind to him and gave him the magic weapon for promotion. What was his intention? This made Xu Zhiqiong even more uneasy.
He probably didn't have any intention of harming me. With his strength, he didn't have to go through so much trouble if he wanted to harm me.
But I can't think of a reason for him to help me. No matter what, I can only listen to his instructions and find an opportunity to leave here as soon as possible.
"Brother Qian, I want to break out of my cocoon quickly. Do you have any tips?"
"Yes! The more concentrated your thoughts are, the faster you will break out of the cocoon!"
Concentrated thoughts?
How to concentrate when cooking in a pot?
Qian Limu reminded: "Think of someone who can calm you down. The sooner you calm down, the better."
A calm person?
Xu Zhiqiong first thought of Senior Sister.
No, Senior Sister is too big and can be easily distracted.
He thought of Second Sister Lin again.
No, I just want to kiss Second Sister Lin when I think about it.
He thought of Xia Hu again.
Still not working, Xu Zhiqiong was always on guard against Xia Hu and felt uneasy whenever he thought of her.
Who do you think is better?
Xu Zhiqiong fell into deep entanglement...
After about a cup of tea, Xu Zhiqiong's mind completely calmed down.
His thoughts were highly concentrated, and the water in the pot began to slowly boil.
"So fast?" Qian Limu was a little surprised. As a young man who had just entered the level, Xu Zhiqiong should not be so skilled in controlling thoughts.
In fact, he didn't understand Xu Zhiqiong's secret.
Thinking about someone to calm down is not a good way in itself. Whether you have deep feelings for the person or hate the person deeply, the process of missing someone will disturb your mood.
What Xu Zhiqiong imagined was a scene, or to be precise, a state.
He imagined that he was in the hook bar, watching the dancers perform.
At this moment, he had no distractions and no distracting thoughts at all.
Time has stopped in his mind. As long as Goubaan doesn't let up, it doesn't matter if he watches for three days and three nights.
Half an hour later, the water boiled and Xu Zhiqiong came out.
Qian Limu opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time. The mutton in his mouth fell to the ground.
"Little brother, as a brother, I have some talents. When I was promoted to the ninth grade, I soaked in this soup pot for four hours, and you broke out of the cocoon in half an hour!"
Xu Zhiqiong smiled humbly: "Brother Qian is so complimentary."
Qian Limu ordered his servants to prepare a set of dry clothes for Xu Zhiqiong, and then helped Xu Zhiqiong wrap the wet clothes and belongings.
The two servants did not dare to touch Xu Zhiqiong's fire stick, and neither did Qian Limu.
"Little brother, which senior gave you this thing?"
Xu Zhiqiong lowered his head and said nothing. He could not tell the Taoist priest's name.
In fact, he didn't even know the Taoist priest's name.
Qian Limu said: "If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. With your talent, it's no wonder that you will be appreciated by the masters."
Xu Zhiqiong waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Brother Qian shames me, how can I have any talent?"
"My dear brother, you don't have to be too modest. In the Hall of Appreciation of Honors, you were at the stage of pupation and couldn't move your body, but you still dealt with Sun Junfu for so long. This shows that your talent is extraordinary."
Is this a talent? Is this a desire to survive?
Xu Zhiqiong said with a naive smile: "It turns out that Brother Qian has always been taking care of my little brother."
Qian Limu said: "I saw it as soon as I entered the door, but you didn't say a word. You must not trust Qian, and Qian didn't want to make you suspicious, so he deliberately left first, but he felt uneasy. I'm just giving you a reward."
I stayed outside Xunlou for a while longer."
Xu Zhiqiong thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you so much, Brother Qian, for your help many times. This kindness, little brother..."
"Don't say anything about kindness," Qian Limu waved his hand, "It's the same sentence, and I'm grateful enough to mention my name to that master. We met twice, and Qian still doesn't know my dear brother.
His name, my dear brother should be called a judge, right?"
"Yes!" Xu Zhiqiong replied solemnly, "The name of the judge is Ma Shangfeng."
Qian Limu looked at Xu Zhiqiong, a murderous aura gradually coming over him.
What's going on? Is he angry?
What are you angry about?
Qian Limu lowered his voice and said, "It seems that my dear brother knows my identity in the mortal world."
Xu Zhiqiong said in astonishment: "Where do you start talking about this?"
Qian Limu added: "I have a free and easy temperament, and I am not bound by vulgar etiquette. I am very attached to the land of fireworks. But why do you want to ridicule me?"
Xu Zhiqiong understood that Brother Qian liked Fengyuezhizhi, and he thought Xu Zhiqiong was scolding him deliberately.
"Brother Qian, you misunderstood. My name was given by that master, which means he admires high mountains and dangerous peaks."
"So this is Ma Shangfeng..." Qian Limu pondered for a long time and said, "Well, dear brother, if you have a deep grudge with that master, don't mention me in front of him."
…
At the fourth watch, Xu Zhiqiong returned home, opened the wet clothes and hung them in the yard to dry, and took out the remaining merits.
There were twenty-eight pills left before, so I snatched eighteen more pills from Sun Junfu, for a total of forty-six pills.
Xu Zhiqiong took a pot of water and put the golden beans into his mouth one by one.
The physiques of the Ninth Grade are very different. Xu Zhiqiong swallowed it effortlessly. After eating the merit, he adjusted his breathing for a moment, and Xu Zhiqiong took out a strand of hair from the dancer Chen Jiuer.
The things promised to Lao Meng have not been done yet.
When Xu Zhiqiong wanted this lock of hair, he certainly didn't go to Tong Qingqiu to tell his fortune. If he could figure it out, Tong Qingqiu wouldn't have to sell pills.
He was going to the dark room with this lock of hair.
Concentrate your attention on Dantian, and you will have the image of leaping into the clouds three times in a row.
Before, this operation would have taken at least two breaths, but now Xu Zhiqiong just blinked his eyes, and in less than a second, he was already in a small dark room.
Controlling thoughts is as flexible as controlling hands and feet. This is the qualitative change brought about by the middle stage of the ninth grade.
"Taoist Master, are you there? Are you still asleep?"
After calling several times and receiving no response, Xu Zhiqiong had no choice but to operate on his own.
According to the method taught to him by the Taoist priest, he could focus his mind on a certain scene and hold the lock of hair tightly, so that the scene could be reproduced from the perspective of the hair.
Xu Zhiqiong first started with the scene where he shouted down the judge that night, because he was present at the time.
The picture was severely shaken. From the perspective of the hair, there was indeed a tear in the eunuch's sleeve, but the situation inside the tear could not be clearly seen.
Next, Xu Zhiqiong and the eunuch fought. Chen Jiuer was out of the eunuch's control, and the perspective of her hair lost its effect.
We have to go back a little bit, but how?
I could see various images of black dogs before because Xu Zhiqiong had seen the sins of black dogs on the evil mirror stage beforehand.
As for how Chen Jiuer fought with the judge before, Xu Zhiqiong had never seen it and could only rely on his imagination.
According to Chen Jiuer's description, she went out to relieve herself and met the eunuch, so let's start with the idea of relieving herself...
No, Xu Zhiqiong is not too familiar with this process.
Then she thought about it and she met a man, who said he was her husband.
This is a bit more thoughtful. The power of concreteness lingers in front of my eyes, and the picture gradually becomes blurry, which proves that Xu Zhiqiong has thought in the right direction.
Next, the eunuchs forcibly kidnap people. The actions are easy to imagine, and the picture becomes clearer.
The key part came, Chen Jiuer bit the eunuch.
Take a bite, how did you bite it?
Think about Chen Jiuer's mouth and teeth, and the biting action.
The scene came out, Chen Jiuer did not bite the eunuch, but bit his clothes.
Yes, it was this cut. Xu Zhiqiong saw it, and there was a weird scar on his arm.
The shape of this scar is really hard to describe. No wonder Chen Jiuer can't remember it.
At the end of the scene, Xu Zhiqiong left the dark room. The dark room was too physically demanding.
The shape of the scar is vivid in his mind, and Xu Zhiqiong can draw it for Wu Xu to see at any time.
But he couldn't draw it, and once he drew it, he couldn't explain it clearly.
You have to let Chen Jiuer draw it, you have to let Chen Jiuer think of it yourself.
How can I make her remember?
You have to think carefully about a foolproof strategy.
At the fifth watch, Xu Zhiqiong was sitting in the wintersweet shed in Wa City, quietly thinking about countermeasures.
Seeing the gauze skirt slowly floating on the stage, Xu Zhiqiong smiled.