palm surgery

Chapter 69
This thought only crossed his mind, and then He Lingjiang put it behind his head, focusing on the mysterious array in front of him.

She looked at the wooden house in the mist and asked, "May the Taoist priest break the formation?"

However, Xuanwei was not very confident in his heart: "Poor Dao is not as good as Senior Brother in Xuanshu. I may be able to break the formation he personally laid, but I have no certainty of winning."

"In that case, let me do it." He Lingjiang said.

Xuanwei loosened his eyebrows, and his face followed a little light: "I can't ask for it. Pindao follows Qi Niangzi, and you can learn from the side."

He Lingjiang smiled and said, "The Taoist priest is too famous."

She took a closer look around the bamboo hut, and she had a number in her mind.

In this type of formation, if outsiders want to enter, unless the person who set up the formation takes the initiative to withdraw, they have to find the position step by step and walk to the center.

The mysterious array in front of me evolved from the nine palaces and eight trigrams. The directions of the eight trigrams are Gan, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui, which correspond to the northwest, north, northeast, east, southeast, south, Southwest, due west.

The central battle called Wuhuang, which was where the bamboo house was located.

Formers usually start with dryness, but this is not the case with Xuanyang. It is necessary to enter the formation to distinguish one or two.

She turned her head and told He Zhengxuanwei and the two: "You just follow me closely, pay attention to your feet, and don't take a wrong step."

He Zheng nodded, since Qi Niangzi said so, it seems that there is a way to break the formation.

He Lingjiang lifted his foot from Zhengnan and stepped into the battle. As soon as he entered the battle, he felt that the surrounding fog instantly thickened a lot.

She concentrated, observed for a moment, moved her feet slightly, took three steps to the southeast, and then took five steps to the northwest, and He Zheng and Xuanwei who were behind her quickly followed.

However, in just a few short steps, the scenery in front of him is very different. The previous mountains and bamboo houses are no longer visible, only a thick fog lingers in front of him.

He Lingjiang closed her eyes, and the surrounding terrain appeared in her mind one by one: "Follow closely."

Speaking of the movement of his feet, he took a few more steps in a few breaths. He Zheng and Xuanwei did not dare to be careless and followed closely behind.

The upper ridge goes down to the lower gen, the southwest is Kun, and then Dingxun is close to Dui, to the central battle, and this is the breaking of the formation.

He Lingjiang stopped and opened his eyes, the fog around him had dissipated, and the bamboo house was in front of him.

"Broken!"

Xuanwei sighed in his heart that he broke this formation so easily, and He Qiniang's skills in mystical arts were truly beyond the reach of profound practitioners who had been practicing for many years.

He Lingjiang lifted his skirt and walked up the steps in front of the bamboo house. He Zheng took a few steps and pushed open the door of the bamboo house.

She took the big umbrella sideways, lifted her feet and walked into the house, and saw that the interior scene was very different from the dilapidated appearance.

In the center of the room is a low table with a tea cup on it, two futons next to it, and the bookshelf on the left is full of volumes.

He Lingjiang and several people stepped forward and turned over the scrolls one by one, but they were just some Taoist classics, or booklets that recorded the method of alchemy and talisman.

They turned the room from top to bottom again, and even knocked on the walls and floors to see if there were any hidden spaces, but in the end they couldn't find any clues.

He Lingjiang stood in the room and looked around, the things on the table were neatly collected, with ink, ink, ink, and talisman beside him.

She stepped forward again, opened the porcelain box with cinnabar on the case, stretched out her hand and twisted it.

However, this cinnabar is a bit flooded.

She poked her finger into the cinnabar inside the porcelain box, a shallow layer, but just below the knuckle at the end of the little finger.

He Lingjiang raised his eyebrows slightly. Such a porcelain box could only contain so much cinnabar, it would be too empty.

She reached out and picked up the porcelain box, poured all the cinnabar in it on the table, then turned the porcelain box over and looked at it carefully.

Judging by the depth of the cinnabar it contains, the bottom of this porcelain box is really thick.

In the middle of the bottom of the porcelain box, there was a red dot that was just like cinnabar bulging slightly. When He Lingjiang reached out and pressed it, the bottom of the porcelain box was detached, revealing the contents inside.

She dipped her fingers into it and took out a small seal.

He Lingjiang stared at it carefully, then pressed the seal in the cinnabar on the table, and then casually pulled a piece of white paper and pressed it on it, and a cinnabar red pattern appeared on the paper.

The seal pattern is composed of 22 star points, shaped like wings and tails, which are wing constellations, and there is a small "Sixteen" in the middle.

Sixteen, Wing Su.

This should be Xuan Yang's private seal, so it can be used when communicating with others.

She groped around in the porcelain box again, but there was nothing in it except a seal.

He Ling Jiang frowned, and with a slight force on his hand, the porcelain box in his palm shattered into several pieces, and the inside was still empty.

This seal alone really has no effect on finding the person behind the scenes.

She sighed inwardly and put the seal in her sleeve, only to make other plans later.

A few paper talismans were pressed under the paperweight on the side, and He Lingjiang took them out to look at them, but they were nothing more than concentrating talismans and thunder talismans, and they were of acceptable quality.

She bowed her head, and there was a brazier beside her feet. Perhaps the owner left in a hurry, and the ashes inside had not been dumped.

He Lingjiang squatted down and fiddled with it. The paper in the brazier had already been burnt out. She fiddled with it for a long time, but only saw some black ashes.

He Zheng was about to open his mouth and stepped forward to help her, when she saw her fingertips move and pick up a piece of scraps. The paper was almost burnt up, but the remaining corner was burnt to yellow-black by the flames, but luckily it was not burnt. be preserved.

Xuanwei hurriedly stepped forward, only to see a few words on the yellowed paper.

A joy in his eyes: "What did you write?"

He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes slightly: "The 21st of January."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

Xuan Wei stretched out his hand, carefully took the paper and read it over and over several times, only the words "January 21" could be vaguely seen.

"This is not your brother's handwriting."

He looked at the paper in his hand and sighed with a sigh: "It's only a matter of time for the signing. If you can go further up or down, maybe you can know the name of the person who wrote the letter, so that's it. It's much easier to handle. It's really not the right time to put out this fire."

"But there are other surviving fragments?" He imitated He Lingjiang, and squatted down and rummaged through the brazier.

He Lingjiang had already taken the scrap paper from his hand and brushed the dust off his body: "It's gone, don't bother looking for it."

"Since there is a piece of scrap paper left, I'm not sure there are others." Xuanwei didn't give up, but he turned the remaining ashes in the brazier upside down, and still couldn't find the second piece of scrap paper. Come.

He patted the Taoist robe and stood up, with a bit of frustration on his face: "I thought I could find some clues, but it seems that I was just happy."

He Lingjiang shook his head, staring at the remaining handwriting on the scrap paper: "This scrap is not an empty joy."

"What?" Xuanwei said, "Could it be that Qi Niangzi still found something?"

"January 21st. Do you still remember which day it is?" He Ling Jiang Mu had a deep meaning.

Xuanwei was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then slapped his forehead: "It was the senior brother who tied up the Fourth Lord of the He House and wanted to use a trick to trap and kill the seventh lady!"

He Lingjiang nodded: "To be precise, the night Xuanyang kidnapped Fourth Uncle was on the 21st of January, and it was already the early morning of the 22nd when he lured me to Cuiwei Peak."

Xuanwei understood, so, this fragment is really useful.

(End of this chapter)