"Oh, Mr. Shi! Please sit down and let's talk slowly."
Shi Qing stared at her for a while, then finally pulled up a stool and sat down.
The small stools used on the boat are not very high, so talking like this is quite comfortable.
Mingwei asked: "What does Master Shi want to know?"
"Your origin, your apprenticeship, and how much you know about witchcraft." Shi Qing asked three questions in a row without any politeness.
Mingwei said: "My origin is a bit mysterious and I can't explain it at the moment. In short, my sect is a hidden sect that has been passed down for many years. It must be hundreds of years old. Naturally, it won't last longer than your witch sect, but neither do we."
Like you, although it has been passed down for thousands of years, you have also been hiding in the south for thousands of years, and you have been playing your own game. Not only have you not made progress, you have also lost your inheritance little by little because of the war."
Shi Qing's face darkened and he shouted: "I'm not here to hear you criticize our witch sect!"
Mingwei followed Shan Ruliu: "Okay, let's continue talking about my masters. Over the past hundreds of years, each of my ancestors has traveled all over the country, constantly learning from various schools, collecting new mystical arts, and adding little by little. About
Witchcraft is actually spread among foreign races. Although some of them are only superficial and some have changed their forms, if you look carefully, they can all be traced back to thousands of years ago. The dance I performed that day was not a standard Nuo dance, but one of the
The meaning of communication between yin and yang is the same as ancient witchcraft."
She glanced at Shi Qing, found her heartbeat from his expression, and continued: "Your witch sect must have passed down some classics, right? Your yin and yang foundation is the most solid I have ever seen. Although it is not very good.
It is possible to recover the previous inheritance, but if we can discover its principles and follow the clues left by our ancestors to create new secret techniques, it is not a delusion."
At this point, she had already laid out her bargaining chip.
Shi Qing looked at him deeply: "What do you want?"
Mingwei lowered his head and smiled, with a bit of shyness, and ran his hands to smooth his messy hair. Throughout the night, he was first plotted against, then hid in a pothole for a long time, and finally was thrown into the boat. It was enough to wear clothes.
Not to mention dirty, her hair is messed up.
"Don't you, Mr. Shi, know what I want? At this level, how dare I be greedy? I just want to earn my life."
"Okay." Shi Qing narrowed his eyes, "I can promise you that you won't die for the time being."
Mingwei looked at him: "Just can't die?"
Shi Qingdao: "Otherwise, what else do you want? Let you go? Stop dreaming."
Mingwei sighed: "That's right. Judging from the obvious priorities between you and Miss Wen, it's impossible for her to let me go. Of course there's nothing you can do."
"You don't need to provoke the general." Shi Qing said, "You are a prisoner now and have no qualifications to raise conditions. I only promise to protect your life. How you live depends on your own performance."
Ming slightly raised his eyebrows.
Does this mean that she has to bring something out in exchange for some treatment?
Yes, Mr. Shi doesn't look stupid.
He is a prisoner and does not have the right to a fair deal.
She nodded: "Now I will recite a mantra, Mr. Shi may wish to understand the difference."
Shi Qing sat up straight.
However, Mingwei just touched her hair and said: "It was such a mess last night, and now I'm so dirty that I don't even have to change into clean clothes. It's really uneasy."
Shi Qing snorted: "You will have something after you recite it, otherwise you can just lie down like this!"
Ming smiled slightly, stopped delaying, and recited the formula of just a few words. He said every word clearly, even how to write it, and he was very sincere.
Shi Qing recited it several times in his mind, made sure he remembered it, opened the hatch and went out.
"Will he really keep his promise?"
"I don't know in the future, but I should know now." Mingwei said.
After all, she still has a lot of stuff in her belly, and she has to at least wait until it's almost squeezed out before she turns against her, right?
After a while, someone opened the hatch.
The two of them looked up and saw that it was a boat girl with slightly dark skin and a strong build.
She didn't talk to them either. She first brought a bucket of hot water and then brought in some clothes.
Mingwei stopped her: "Is there only one bucket?"
The boat girl waved her hand, pointed to her mouth, and went out.
"Cousin?" Mingwei asked.
Ji Xiaowu pouted: "Don't I wash it for you? You wash it first, I'll just wash my hands and feet."
Ming smiled and said: "It doesn't have to be like this. We can share it, but there is less water, so we only have to wipe it."
Ji Xiaowu naturally had no objection.
Mingwei knocked on the cabin door and asked the boat girl for another basin.
Fortunately, the boat girl didn't refuse.
In an emergency, there was no need to care about the difference between men and women. The two of them shared the water, wiped their bodies with their backs to each other, and treated it as if they had taken a shower.
The clothes delivered were also coarse cloth.
Mingwei saw that it was quite thin, so he took off his original clothes and put the warm lining inside.
Ji Xiaowu was a little surprised: "You can actually do this? I thought you didn't know how to sew and thread!"
Mingwei said: "I really don't understand that kind of embroidery needlework, but in daily life, I always have to sew and mend."
She once followed her master all over the world and lived through all kinds of hardships. When her clothes were torn, she had to mend them. If she didn’t do it herself, who would? What she knew was survival skills, not fancy embroidery skills. So, in
In the eyes of normal people who pay attention to embroidery work, she really does not understand needlework.
"Cousin, give me your clothes too."
"Oh." Ji Xiaowu handed it over obediently.
Mingwei followed the same example and handed it over after finishing it: "Try to put it on, is it warm?"
Ji Xiaowu put on the slightly larger coarse cloth and tied his belt: "It's not thick to the touch, it's quite warm."
Ming smiled and tied up the clothes he had changed, took off the hairpin on his head, tied up his hair and tied it up.
After doing this, there was a slight sweat on her forehead.
The internal injuries were so severe that Wen Xiuyi had no intention of treating them.
Fortunately, Ah Wan had given each of them a pill before, which saved their heartbeats, and now they can be alive and kicking.
"Cousin, can you use your own internal power to heal your wounds?"
Ji Xiaowu rolled his eyes at her: "Am I that stupid?" He has been studying for more than three years.
Mingwei said: "They won't treat our injuries, we can only rely on ourselves."
"Know."
The hull of the ship was swaying slightly, and they were moving away from Yunjing, even from Qi State.
Mingwei said softly: "I didn't expect that I would go to Nanchu in this way."
There are many mysteries in her mind now.
What kind of organization is Star Palace, and what kind of secrets are hidden in that earth and atmosphere map.
Also, what happened to the "Master" she saw last night.
What kind of relationship does the person who calls himself a fortune teller named Mingxiao have with his master?
She wants to find the answers to these secrets one by one.
Perhaps, this is the reason why she returned to this era. (To be continued)