palm surgery

Chapter 23
He Lingjiang stood under the porch, looking at Concubine Sun's courtyard from a distance.

The sky was getting darker, and I didn't know when it snowed.

Snowflakes fluttered and rustled.The lights in the house were hazy, a gust of cold wind blew through, and the candles under the corridor flickered gently, adding a bit of confusion to the dim yellow.

She couldn't help narrowing her eyes and asked, "Goro-kun hasn't woken up yet?"

Qiongzhi, who was waiting behind her, replied, "Not yet. Wulang-jun drank the medicine prescribed by the doctors during the day, but it was of no use. At sunset, Madam invited the Taoist priest from Yunjuguan to come, and I didn't know the situation at this time. ."

He Lingjiang pondered for a while and said, "Let's go, let's go and see."

"Qi Niangzi, Madam has ordered that the little lady and the gentlemen stay in their own courtyards and are not allowed to go out for the time being..."

He Lingjiang raised his hand to stop her: "It's okay."

After saying that, she walked to the yard of the concubine Sun, Qiongzhi stomped her feet, and had to keep up with an umbrella.

The wind at night was wrapped in snow, blowing towards the face, Qiongzhi tilted the paper umbrella, but could not stop the snowflakes swept in by the wind.

It should be the last snow of this winter, so it is so reckless.

The yard was silent, save for the sound of snowflakes falling.

Xu is because the situation of Lord Wulang is not very good, and the servants and maids are light-handed in everything they do, so as not to be shocked, they hurriedly bowed when they saw the seventh lady coming in.

He Lingjiang waved his hands, indicating that they would go to work on their own.

She walked straight to the eaves, shook off the snowflakes from her dress, and then stepped into the house.

When Song Shi saw her, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Ling Jiang, why are you here?"

He Lingjiang said, "I'll come and have a look."

"Didn't you all stay in the courtyard, don't come out and run around?" Song shi's tone was a little bad.

It was a busy time, these juniors came, but it was just to add chaos.

He Xiangshan heard the voice and walked out: "Why is Lingjiang here?"

"I'll come and see Ayu."

She looked at He Xiangshan with a tired face and asked, "Grandpa has never rested?"

He Xiangshan sighed: "Where can you sleep?"

He Lingjiang nodded: "Grandpa should also pay attention to his body, you haven't fully recovered after all."

He Xiangshan didn't say anything, just sat on the stool beside the table, silent.

Song Shi had just coaxed Concubine Sun to rest, and she cried for a day in front of He Ziyu's bed.

She had the heart to persuade He Xiangshan a few more words, but she knew it was useless, so she swallowed the words and sat down at the table herself.

Daoist Xuanwei has been in for a long time, and he doesn't know what the situation is.

The night was so quiet that only the rustling of snow could be heard outside the house.

He Lingjiang was sitting at the table, with his left hand hanging under the table, he drew two talismans in the void, and when he lifted it gently, the invisible talisman fell towards He Xiangshan and the Song family.

Not long after, there were two gentle breathing sounds in the room.

He Xiangshan and Song Shi were already lying on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

He Lingjiang stood up, took off two cloaks from the hanger by the door and put them on them before entering the room.

Inside the house, Daoist Xuanwei just finished his spellcasting, and he slowly stood up with the help of Daotong.

"Master, what the hell is going on with this little man from the He family?" the round-faced little boy asked.

Taoist Xuanwei wiped the sweat on his forehead: "I lost my soul."

"Since the soul has been lost, why not take it back?"

The small-eyed Daotong interrupted him: "Can Master not know? Judging from Master's appearance, this time is probably a bit tricky, so I didn't make it."

Taoist Xuanwei also sighed, "This time it's a little tricky."

Just as he was sighing, he heard a cold voice asking, "Could it be possible for the Taoist priest to solve it?"

When Taoist Xuanwei heard the sound, he saw a beautiful girl with a pale face walking in.

He asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

He Lingjiang's voice was gentle: "He's Seventh Lady, He Lingjiang."

She asked again: "The current situation, the Taoist priest can solve it?"

Taoist Xuanwei looked a little uncomfortable: "It's still a little difficult. Lord Wulang is not as simple as losing his soul. According to Pindao, he should also have been involved in a sorcerer called the Seven Stars Fate Transformation Technique."

He Lingjiang walked to the bed and looked at He Ziyu who was lying quietly, and his heart was clear.

"The so-called life-changing technique is to forcibly transfer one's lifespan to another person. It is a method of life-continuing that goes against the law of heaven. There have also been people who have been ill for a long time, and this technique is used to transfer their illnesses to others. The person's disease will appear, and the person who takes the life can steal the health of others and gradually recover."

"This technique once appeared in the previous dynasty, but because it violated the ethics of heaven, it was later listed as a forbidden technique by Xuanmen."

"A Yu is in good health after this technique, but now he is suffering from chronic illness and lack of energy and blood. Thinking about it, the person who changed his life with him should be someone who has been ill for a long time."

"But what's different from ordinary is that A Yu's three souls and six souls are still detained, so he is inexplicably unconscious."

Taoist Xuanwei was surprised and said, "He Qi Niangzi is also proficient in mystic arts?"

"Know a thing or two."

"Then according to the seventh lady, what should I do?"

He Lingjiang didn't answer, but turned to ask him: "Dao Master just collected the soul for A Yu first?"

Taoist Xuanwei nodded, looking ashamed and said: "It's just that this soul seems to be restrained by a powerful force, and it can't be taken back."

He Lingjiang's eyebrows moved slightly and said, "The Daoist priest's steps are wrong."

"wrong?"

"Most profound practitioners saw that someone was hit with the life-changing technique, and then lost their soul and fainted. The first reaction must be to collect the soul first, and then slowly release the technique. This is nothing but futile."

She glanced at Taoist Xuanwei, "Do you think the Taoist priest should have been injured just now?"

Taoist Xuanwei nodded, he was devoured when he collected his soul and cast the spell, but he just forcibly endured it.

"This is the cunning of the caster. He uses the magician's soul as bait, but secretly tries to make the person who tries to collect the soul be devoured by his own magic. The other party is injured and can't collect the soul. It can't be solved."

Taoist Xuanwei said strangely, "Then according to the seventh lady, what should it be like?"

He Lingjiang's expression was calm, and he said, "Understand the technique first."

Taoist Xuanwei was astonished: "I'm afraid... it's more difficult."

Together with metaphysics, it is easy to perform tricks and solve difficult tricks.If you want to solve other people's spells, not to mention superior skills, at least you need to be on par.

If you want to perform mysticism, you don't just need to get a good practice method, just read the formula and do the right movements. Among them, the skill, supernatural power, and talent Yingwu play a decisive role.

Some people use the most complicated formulas and symbols to draw, but they are unable to change, but some people can turn the rotten into a magical with a touch of their fingertips. This is the truth.

He said: "It was so difficult for me to try to collect my soul just now, and the other party managed to bite me back. It can be seen that the other party's skill is profound. Now, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to directly defeat the other party's seven-star life-changing technique?"

"What are you afraid of?" He Lingjiang asked.

Daoist Xuanwei waved his hands again and again: "I'm afraid that the poor Dao's ability is not enough."

He Lingjiang smiled, she spoke slowly, and said, "I can do it."

(End of this chapter)