palm surgery

Chapter 64 Wing Su
He Lingjiang bent down and got on the carriage, with He Zheng leading a man on horseback and guarding him.

The whip whipped lightly, the hoofs clapped, and the two tall horses pulled the cart and drove forward slowly.

"Wait, wait for me!" A voice came from behind.

Qiongzhi lifted the curtain of the car and looked over: "Qi Niangzi, it's the Lord Shilang."

"parking."

As soon as Yun Fu pulled the horse to a stop, Poet He lifted the curtain of the car and rushed up.

He Lingjiang frowned at him: "What are you doing?"

"That's what I should ask you!"

Poet He took a breath and said, "Why are you going to Yunjuguan? I'm going too!"

She said lightly: "Something is wrong."

"what's up?"

"I'll find out when it arrives." He Ling Jiang Yan glanced at him, "You better get out of the car first. With you added, it's crowded."

The carriage was also considered spacious, but apart from He Lingjiang, the three Aman were also sitting in it, and now with Poet He, a taller man, it seemed to be crowded immediately.

Poet He looked at the little table who was pushed aside by him, and couldn't help touching his nose: "Shang Ke, Shang Ke. It's not too crowded, I can sit down."

He leaned over to He Lingjiang and asked quietly, "But it has something to do with Xuanyang?"

He Lingjiang nodded, raised his chin slightly, and motioned him to stay away.

"The matter of Xuanyang involves the safety of the He Mansion, so there's no reason to keep you busy alone." Poet He angrily sat back in his seat and stretched his legs uncomfortably, "Let me be with you, I can help you with anything."

Saying that, he gave He Lingjiang a wink.

Now, the world knows that she is not the one who really congratulates the Seventh Lady, and only the poet.

He had previously thanked He Lingjiang for saving him, and solved the danger of He's house. He never told He Xiangshan and others that he had broken it, and even helped her to convince her of the lie.

With him by his side, if something happens, he can help cover up.

He Lingjiang felt that he couldn't use him, but Poet He also had good intentions, and it was not easy to drive him out of the car now.

She glanced down at the little table in front of her, and said, "Take your legs."

Poet He looked down and saw that the little table had been squeezed in front of He Lingjiang by him, and he was about to press her toes.

Poet He smiled embarrassedly, raised his legs, stretched out his hand and pulled Xiaoji towards him, and then raised his voice: "Yunfu, let's go!"

The wheels turned, and the carriage moved forward leisurely.

When the group arrived at Yunjuguan, it was almost dark.

Before the gate was locked in the view, He Zheng stepped forward and handed over the famous letter, and the Taoist boy at the door gave a salute and said, "It turns out that it is Mrs. He Qi, and Master Xuanwei has already ordered, if you come, bring it with you. You can go directly to the side hall to find him. Qi Niangzi, please let me come."

He Lingjiang followed him all the way, only to see that the view was deserted, not as lively as it used to be.

She asked, "Little Daoist, can anyone stay overnight in today's view?"

Daotong's little face wrinkled slightly, and he sighed lightly: "The main sanctuary is newly mourned, and there are very few pilgrims in the monastery. However, there is also an incident in that family, who is in a hurry to go to the monastery to fast for a few days, and ask for peace of mind."

After all, he secretly looked at He Lingjiang a few times, wondering what this He Qi lady was asking for?
He Lingjiang nodded, since someone was staying overnight, it was not abrupt for her to appear here.

Xuanwei had been in the side hall for a long time, and when he saw Daotong leading people over, he said warmly: "You go first."

"Yes, Uncle Shi." Daotong bowed and saluted before exiting the side hall.

He Lingjiang knew that Xuanwei was looking for her for something important. She waved her sleeves and screened everyone away, leaving Poet He and her in the hall.

"I still read the letter sent by the Taoist priest. I don't know what the letter said. What is it?"

Xuanwei had already made arrangements in advance. In the side hall, apart from the three of them, there was no one else, only the lights were bright.

He took out an item from his sleeve and handed it over: "Qi Niang, please take a look."

It's a token!

He Lingjiang took it, the token is not big, even her palm can be easily folded into it, holding it tightly.

There were dots and stars drawn on it, outlining patterns that looked like wings and tails. She counted them one by one, and there were exactly 22 of them.

She frowned slightly, it was Wing Su.

In ancient times, the ancients divided the star field near the ecliptic equator into 28 star regions in order to observe the movement of the sun, moon and five stars.Because they are arranged in the four directions of the sun, moon and five stars, they are very similar to the places where they live, so they are called 28 constellations.

Then, the 28 constellations were divided into four palaces in southeast, northwest and north according to their directions, and each house was dominated by seven constellations. The ancients imagined the seven constellations belonging to each palace as a kind of animal. "The four spirits of the sky, to straighten the four directions."

This Yisu belongs to the seven constellations of Suzaku in the south, and there are 22 stars in Yisu, which are the wings and tail of Suzaku.

She looked at the token in her palm and said slowly: "The one painted on it is Yisu."

Seeing her solemn expression, Poet He couldn't help but ask, "Even so, what does it mean?"

He Lingjiang lowered his head and rubbed the things in his palm, his eyes were slightly deep: "There is no reason why only one of the 28 palaces appears in the four palaces. I am afraid that Xuanyang's attack on the He family was not a temporary idea, and there may be another organization behind him." Conspiracy."

Poet He's eyes trembled: "You mean...the danger of the He family has not been completely resolved?"

He Lingjiang nodded solemnly: "I'm afraid, after this encounter, the people behind will be more cautious in their shots, and they will also strive to be sure to hit with one hit."

"Then what should we do?"

He Lingjiang shook his head: "These matters, we need to go back and discuss with my father before making a decision."

She turned to look at Xuanwei and asked, "Linchuan belongs to the south, and since Yisu appears here, then Jing, Gui, Liu, Xing, Zhang, and Zhen must not be far away. The Taoist priest knows that Xuanyang Suri is not far away. Who do you communicate with privately?"

Xuanwei has a bit of shame on his face: "Although I and Senior Brother Xuanyang are from the same family, we are not close. In addition, I spend most of the year traveling abroad, and I don't even know about Senior Brother. Human contact."

He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is Xuan Yang's direct disciple here?"

"Senior brother's direct lineage is not that much. I gathered the body of my brother to look back on that day, and all his disciples came out to greet him. However, in just one night, his eldest disciple disappeared, and there was a lot of search in the view. Must not."

Xuanwei sighed: "I think he knew what Senior Brother Su Ri was doing. It's also strange that Pindao was distracted by Senior Brother's affairs at the time. It's a pity that such a clue..."

"So, other disciples of Xuanyang are still there?"

"Yes. It's just that since these people are not moving, I'm afraid they don't know that Senior Brother is acting in secret."

He Lingjiang was not discouraged: "They may not know, but after all, they are Xuan Yang's direct disciples. They have been with him for many years. Xuan Yang may be able to hide many things from them, but some things will still be revealed inadvertently."

"How much we can dig out depends on our own ability."

She asked Xiang Xuanwei, "I've been temporarily staying in the Guanzhong for the past two days, and I need to trouble the Taoist priest for help."

"Qi Niangzi is very polite. This matter is not only about He Fu, but also about the stability of Yun Juguan. I will make arrangements tomorrow."

He Lingjiang nodded and looked up and down at the token in his hand: "Can the Taoist priest give this token to me to take away?"

"Naturally."

He Lingjiang looked down at the object in her palm, her brows furrowed a bit, she always felt a bit familiar with this object.

　Today's wind is very sweet~ Don't be afraid if you don't have an object, come and sing with me: gu qua ~ gu qua ~ gu qua ~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)