Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 50 Weird Scars

Qian Limu brought Xu Zhiqiong to a courtyard. The courtyard is very spacious. The main building has two floors, the first floor is the hall, the second floor is the bedroom, and there are three wing rooms on the left and right. There is a plaque on the main entrance, called Zhonglang museum.

The Zhonglang Pavilion is the residence of the sixth-rank judge in the Punishment Division. Because the sixth-rank judge is called Suoming Zhonglang, it is called Zhonglang Pavilion.

Look at the dormitory of the sixth-rank judge, how face-saving it is.

Xu Zhiqiong has been in Zhangdeng Yamen for more than half a month, and until now, he hasn't even been assigned a small house.

Not only face, but also lining.

There are servants in the Zhonglang Pavilion.

With a wave of Qian Limu's hand, two servants came to him, dressed neatly.

"Light the fire, set up the pot!" Qian Limu ordered, and two servants brought an eight-foot cauldron, filled it with water, and lit the fire. After a while, the water surface was steaming.

It seems that he is going to help me make some medicinal soup and help me complete the promotion.

But you don’t need such a big pot to boil medicine, and I can’t eat such a big pot of medicine.

Qian Limu looked at the heat, felt that it was almost done, turned to look at Xu Zhiqiong and said, "Get out of 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 was so vicious!
Is he a judge, or a ghost messenger in the Palace of Yama?He even managed to treat his fellow disciples cruelly!

Xu Zhiqiong's joints were sluggish and he couldn't run fast, Qian Limu stepped forward to grab him and threw him into the pot.

"Murder! Sixth-rank judge Qian Limu! Murder to the same family, murder to the same family!" Xu Zhiqiong struggled in the soup pot, no matter what, he couldn't die here!
Qian Limu laughed and said, "Is the water hot?"

Xu Zhiqiong said angrily: "Why is it not hot, come down and try..."

The water is really not hot, it looks more than [-] degrees, and it is actually quite comfortable to soak.

Qian Limu asked his servants to add some firewood, and smelling the steam, he felt that something was missing.

"Bring some salt and ginger and garlic!"

What do you do with these ingredients?
Xu Zhiqiong was completely confused: "Brother Qian, what are you going to do?"

Qian Limu smiled, took out a bag of mutton from his arms, dipped it in ginger, garlic and salt, and said while eating:

"The judge's cultivation base is divided into nine grades, and the promotion from the lower stage to the middle stage of each grade is the most critical. Just like breaking out of a cocoon and turning into a butterfly, one must go through the ordeal of being reborn,

When you first enter the rank, the power of mind and image is outside your body. When you reach the middle of the ninth rank, the mind and image will be condensed in the flesh and blood. When you use skills later, you don't need to read formulas, and you don't need to think about the context. You can use them at your fingertips. "

Xu Zhiqiong understood what he meant, and when he was promoted to the middle of the ninth rank, the mind and image would become part of Xu Zhiqiong's body, and the speed of skill activation would be greatly increased.

"But why do you want to go to the pot?"

"It's your luck," Qian Limu touched the pot along the way, "This pot was given to me by a close friend of the Mohists, it can gather the power of the Vermilion Bird in the fire, and help you break out of the cocoon as soon as possible.

Normally, if you want to advance from the lower level to the middle level, you have to rest for at least ten days, but now soaking in this pot, it takes three days or one day to complete the promotion. "

Xu Zhiqiong wiped his sweat, feeling uneasy soaking in the soup pot.

Moreover, Qian Limu was too kind to him, giving him the magic weapon of promotion, what is his plan?This made Xu Zhiqiong feel even more uneasy.

He shouldn't have the intention of harming me. With his strength, he doesn't need to go through so much trouble if he wants to harm me.

But I can't think of a reason for him to help me. Anyway, right now, I can only obey his orders and find a chance to leave here as soon as possible.

"Brother Qian, I want to get out of the cocoon quickly, is there a trick?"

"Yes! The more concentrated the mind, the faster the cocoon will be broken!"

Concentration?

Cooking in a pot, how to concentrate?

Qian Limu reminded: "Think about someone who can calm you down, the sooner you calm down, the better."

Calm person?

Xu Zhiqiong first thought of the elder sister.

No, the big sister is too big, and she is easily distracted.

He thought of Second Sister Lin again.

No way, thinking of Second Sister Lin makes me want to kiss her.

He thought of Xia Hu again.

Still not working, Xu Zhiqiong was always on guard against Xia Hu, and whenever he thought of her, he felt restless.

Who do you want?

Xu Zhiqiong fell into a 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 churn slowly.

"So fast?" Qian Limu was a little surprised. As a young man who just entered the product, Xu Zhiqiong shouldn't be so proficient in manipulating thoughts.

In fact, he didn't understand Xu Zhiqiong's secret.

It is not a good way to calm the mind by missing someone. Whether you have deep affection for this person or hate it deeply, the process of missing it will disturb your mind.

What Xu Zhiqiong imagined was a scene, to be precise, a state.

He imagined that he was in the fence and was watching the dancer's performance.

At this moment, he has no distractions, no distracting thoughts.

Time has stood still in his mind, as long as Gou Lan does not end, it doesn't matter to watch it for three days and three nights.

Half an hour later, the water boiled, and Xu Zhiqiong was out of the pot.

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 talent. When I was promoted to the ninth rank, I soaked in this soup pot for four hours. You broke the cocoon in half an hour!"

Xu Zhiqiong smiled humbly: "Brother Qian is ridiculous."

Qian Limu ordered his servants to prepare dry clothes for Xu Zhiqiong, and helped Xu Zhiqiong wrap his wet clothes and belongings.

Those two servants didn't dare to move Xu Zhiqiong's fire stick, neither did Qian Limu.

"Little brother, which senior gave you this thing?"

Xu Zhiqiong lowered his head and did not speak, he could not announce the name of the Daoist leader.

In fact, he didn't know the Taoist priest's name.

Qian Limu said: "If you don't want to say it, I won't ask. With your talent, it's no wonder you will be appreciated by experts."

Xu Zhiqiong waved his hands again and again and said, "Brother Qian is embarrassing me, I don't have any talent."

"My dear brother, don't be overly humble. In the Shangxun Building, you are at the juncture of pupation, unable to move physically, but you have been dealing with Sun Junfu for so long, which shows that your talent is extraordinary."

Is this a talent?Is this a desire to survive?
Xu Zhiqiong said with a silly smile: "It turns out that Brother Qian has 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, so let's reward him for the time being." Stay outside Xun Tower for a while longer."

Xu Zhiqiong thanked repeatedly: "Thank you Brother Qian for your help many times, this kindness, little brother..."

"Don't talk about kindness," Qian Limu waved his hand, "It's still the same sentence, and I mentioned my name to that expert. Qian is already very grateful. We met twice, and Qian didn't know that my good brother The name of the virtuous brother should have the name of a judge, right?"

"Yes!" Xu Zhiqiong replied solemnly, "The judge's name is Ma Shangfeng."

Qian Limu looked at Xu Zhiqiong, and his murderous aura gradually came over him.

What's wrong with this?He is angry?

What kind of anger are you getting angry at?

Qian Limu lowered his voice and said, "It seems that Brother Xian knows my identity in the mortal world."

Xu Zhiqiong asked in astonishment, "Where did you start talking about this?"

Qian Limu said again: "I have a free and easy temperament, I don't stick to common etiquette, and I am quite attached to the place of fireworks, but why does my virtuous brother make ridicule?"

Xu Zhiqiong understood that this brother Qian liked Fengyue, and he thought Xu Zhiqiong was scolding him on purpose.

"Brother Qian, you misunderstood me. That expert gave me my name, which means advocating high mountains and perilous peaks."

"So it's Ma Shangfeng..." Qian Limu pondered for a long time and said, "Well, brother, if you have a deep hatred with that expert, don't mention me in front of him."

……

At four o'clock, Xu Zhiqiong returned home, opened the wet clothes to dry in the yard, and took out the rest of the meritorious service.

There were [-] left before, and another [-] were snatched from Sun Junfu, making a total of [-].

Xu Zhiqiong fetched a pot of water and put the golden beans into his mouth one by one.

The physique of the Ninth Rank is quite different. Xu Zhiqiong swallowed it without any effort. After eating the meritorious service and adjusting his breath for a while, Xu Zhiqiong took out a strand of hair from the dancer Chen Jiuer.

What I promised Lao Meng has not been done yet.

Xu Zhiqiong didn't want this lock of hair, of course he didn't go to Tong Qingqiu for a fortune-telling. If he could figure it out, Tong Qingqiu wouldn't have to sell pills.

He was going to take this lock of hair to the little dark room.

Concentrating on the Dantian, there are three leaps into the clouds.

In the past, this operation required at least two breaths, but now Xu Zhiqiong just blinked his eyes, and in less than a second, he was already in the small dark room.

Controlling the mind is as flexible as controlling the hands and feet. This is the qualitative change brought about by the middle stage of the ninth rank.

"Daozhang, are you there? Are you still asleep?"

Called a few times, but there was no response, so Xu Zhiqiong could only operate by himself.

According to the method taught to him by the Taoist priest, focus on a certain scene, hold that lock of hair tightly, and then reproduce that scene from the perspective of the hair.

Xu Zhiqiong started with the scene where he stopped the judge that night because he was present at the time.

The picture shakes severely. From the perspective of the hair, there is indeed a tear in the eunuch's sleeve, but the situation inside the tear cannot be seen clearly.

Then Xu Zhiqiong fought against the eunuch, Chen Jiu'er got out of the eunuch's control, and the perspective of the hair was useless.

You have to go back a little bit, but how do you go back?
The reason why Xu Zhiqiong could see various pictures of the black dog before was because he had seen the black dog's crimes on the evil mirror stage beforehand.

As for how Chen Jiu'er fought with the judge before, Xu Zhiqiong had never seen it before, so he could only rely on his imagination.

According to Chen Jiu'er's description, when she went out to relieve herself and met an eunuch, then start to imagine from the relief...

No, Xu Zhiqiong is not very familiar with this process.

Then thinking about it, she met a man, who said he was her husband.

This is a bit easier to think about, the power of concreteness hovers in front of my eyes, and gradually some blurred pictures appear, which proves that Xu Zhiqiong is thinking in the right direction.

Next, the eunuch forcibly kidnaps people, the action is easy to imagine, and the picture becomes clearer.

When the key part came, Chen Jiu'er bit the eunuch.

Take a bite, how did you bite?

Think about Chen Jiuer's mouth and teeth, think about the biting action.

The picture came out, Chen Jiu'er missed the eunuch, but tore his clothes.

That's right, it was this cut, Xu Zhiqiong saw it, and there was a weird scar on the crook of his arm.

The shape of this scar is really difficult to describe, no wonder Chen Jiu'er couldn't remember it all the time.

At the end of the screen, Xu Zhiqiong left the small black room, which consumes too much energy.

The shape of the scar is vivid, Xu Zhiqiong can draw it for Wu Xu at any time.

But he can't draw, and once he draws it, he can't explain it clearly.

Chen Jiuer had to draw, and Chen Jiuer had to think of it himself.

How can I remind her?
You have to think carefully about a surefire strategy.

At five o'clock, Xu Zhiqiong sat in the wintersweet shed in Washi, quietly thinking about countermeasures.

Seeing the gauze skirt slowly float up on the stage, Xu Zhiqiong smiled.

There is a surefire solution.

(End of this chapter)