After Princess Xuanxue came down from the mountain, the whole capital was in chaos.

With the carriage, we arrived at Lushan Academy at noon.

Lushan Academy is one of the best academies in Rongguo. There are more than 200 people, ranging from mountain chiefs to masters, and they are all well-educated scholars, and many are famous contemporary Confucian scholars.

There are thousands of disciples in the academy. This year, 700 to 800 people participated in the Spring Festival, and about 100 people passed the exam, accounting for 30% of the three rankings.

Qi Sheng was also one of the candidates who passed the exam and was quite famous in the academy. As soon as he entered the academy, people kept saying hello to Qi Sheng.

Even a classmate who was familiar with him jokingly asked: "Isn't this little girl your daughter?"

Qi Sheng reprimanded the man seriously: "Don't talk nonsense. This is Taoist Priest Yuan Qi of Fusang Temple. He is proficient in Taoism and is very clever!"

The others burst into laughter, and Qi Sheng taught those people a lesson again: "What I said is serious. I can live to this day, thanks to the divine fortune of Yuan Qi Taoist Master, who allowed me to avoid death."

Only then did those classmates become serious. The story of Qi Sheng falling into a well and almost dying was widely spread in the academy. Everyone knew that it was this little Taoist priest who had calculated it. It was really amazing.

When Qi Sheng said this, many people became interested. Someone asked Qi Sheng, "Why did you bring the Taoist priest here?"

"Go and see Bai Sicheng. Don't you think there is something strange about Bai Sicheng's illness?"

Yuan Qi thought Qi Sheng was very interesting. He attracted so many people with just a few words and said hello to him. He was quite popular.

Yuan Qi is a very beautiful little Taoist priest, with an oval face, double eyelids, and red lips. She looks like a very cute little girl. Why can't she think of becoming a nun? She wore a bun on her head and fixed her hair with a hosta. Her dress was very simple.

"Little Taoist Priest, look at me. Have I suffered any bloody disaster?" A tall man with fair skin asked jokingly.

Yuan Qi glanced at him: "You are not in a bloody disaster, but you are wanted to catch your son-in-law. You are about to get married!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

……

The fair-skinned man was very embarrassed. Many of his classmates were fine, but he was the only one who was arrested. The daughter of that family was still a fat man. He managed to escape. I don’t know who spread the news. , whoever sees him will laugh at him. Now that this little girl said it in public, where would he put his face?

Qi Sheng poked him: "The little Taoist priest is a great fortune teller. Don't say anything. You deserve to be embarrassed if you make fun of the little Taoist priest!"

But Mo Yousheng really cared about it. He asked Yuan Qi seriously: "Do I really have to get married?"

Yuan Qi snorted and spoke half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You are a blessed person. Getting married is not a bad thing. That family will help your career."

Mo Yousheng became more and more painful: "But that woman is too fat..."

"Being fat is a blessing."

While talking, Bai Sicheng's room arrived.

The academy's dormitories all share a dormitory for two people. Qi Sheng lived in a dormitory with Bai Sicheng. He watched Bai Sicheng transform from a healthy man into a skinny and dying man in just a few days.

"Little Taoist Priest, this is Bai Sicheng."

Yuan Qi walked around the room. There were two beds, two wardrobes, two desks and some daily necessities. There was nothing special. She also flipped through it casually, and found that the books on the desk were annotated, and they were written very neatly in small regular script. The desktop was also neatly tidied, and there was nothing wrong.

The most eye-catching thing is a landscape painting hanging on the wall. On the left side of the picture is a waterfall flowing down, at the bottom is a deep pool, and a river meanders into the distance.

On the right side of the picture is a mountain peak with many flowers, plants and trees planted diagonally on the peak. There is also an octagonal pavilion on the top of the mountain.

There is a palace painted on the hillside in the middle on the right. The palace has two floors. There are wing rooms on the left and right in front. There are many servants in front of and behind the house. In the middle of the yard in front of the house, there is a man and a woman. Drawing at the table, the man held the woman in his arms, looking very loving.

This painting is filled with a vague evil spirit.

Qi Sheng watched Yuan Qi stare at the painting for a long time, and then he took the initiative to explain: "This painting was picked up by Bai Sicheng from outside. It has been hanging here for five or six years. I remember, since he was admitted to the academy In the second month, I went to the city to buy things and picked up this painting from the street. I also said at the time that he was lucky to pick up a painting with such excellent workmanship. Later, this painting has been hanging above his desk."

Qi Sheng also joked: "Bai Sicheng also said that the mountains and rivers above can move, and the people above can also blink. It is a very spiritual painting. I looked carefully for a long time and found nothing moving." Taoist priest, do you think it's strange or not? Bai Sicheng is not a person who talks freely, but he has often said that this painting can move since then."

Yuan Qi pointed to a man and a woman in the picture: "Have they been there since the beginning?"

Qi Sheng thought for a long time before replying: "The female one was there from the beginning, and the male one seems to have been painted by Bai Sicheng himself. What's wrong, the little Taoist priest also thinks there is something wrong with this painting?"

There must be something wrong with this painting, but Yuan Qi didn't tell him.

Qi Sheng saw that Yuan Qi was looking at her seriously and didn't bother her, so he just stood aside and waited.

The students who followed in also talked about this painting. A student who was close to Bai Sicheng said: "He admires this painting for an hour or two every day and is very attentive. He also praised me about the beauty of the woman in the painting." Tianxiangcai has learned a lot about people, and even said that women should not be inferior to men. I always felt that there was no reason for what she said. Isn't she just an ordinary woman? At most, she is more beautiful. "

Yuan Qi looked carefully and found that there was no inscription or signature on the painting. But the paper was yellowing, obviously showing its age.

The ink used for drawing is high-quality Huizhou ink, and the paper is also very good. Rice paper has been smoked with sulfur to prevent insects and moths, so it cannot be used by idle people.

Since I picked it up on the street, I couldn't tell where it came from.

Yuan Qi watched for a while and then sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Bai Sicheng sleeping on the bed.

Bai Sicheng is also considered a handsome man, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, slightly thin lips, fair skin, and hands with well-defined joints, which are very eye-catching.

It's just that the breathing is vague, and he is about to die. What's even worse is that the soul is no longer in the body and has gone somewhere.

Yuan Qi skillfully took his hand and took his pulse. Sure enough, there was a trace of spiritual power in his body that was keeping him alive.

Qi Sheng didn't expect that Yuan Qi could diagnose his pulse, and asked with concern: "How is the little Taoist priest? You must save him."

Other students also agreed: "Yes, Bai Sicheng ranked second in the second class. He was a Jinshi and had a bright future. It would be a pity if he died like this."

"The soul is not here, let's try summoning the soul first." Yuan Qi took out a soul-summoning talisman from the cloth bag.

She stood beside the bed, walked up and down, held the soul-calling charm between her two fingers, and muttered something. (End of chapter)