The young man extended his right hand to Shen Tang, with his palm facing upward.
Shen Tang was puzzled. After hesitating for a while, he put his right hand up, tilted his head and asked, "Is this so?"
The young man looked at her with an indifferent expression, his eyes speechless.
So Shen Tang retracted her right hand as if she was electrocuted. It seemed that she had misunderstood.
"Gather the energy in the palm of your hand."
Seeing that Shen Tang still looked confused, the young man had to give some advice.
He thought he had made it clear enough, but Shen Tang didn't even know what "qi" was.
Seeing that Shen Tang didn't move for a long time, he had no choice but to say: "When you used the spirit of speech just now, did you feel anything traveling out from Zidan Mansion along the meridians? That is 'qi', now try to remove it from Is it possible to bring out the Dan Mansion and condense it in the palm of my hand?"
Things like Yanling are not successful every time. This involves a proficiency issue.
The young gentleman in front of him can forcefully compete with the third-grade hairpin owl with his literary heart, and the effect of the spirit of speech is strong, so he shouldn't know nothing.
The young man spoke clearly, and Shen Tang carefully recalled his previous feelings.
Qi, Danfu, Yanling, Wenxin...
After a while, she vaguely caught something, and guided the thing slowly like it was swimming in the palm of her hand.
finally--
A colorless air ball gradually formed and floated an inch away from the palm of the hand.
Shen Tang looked up at the young man and asked him: "Sir, is this 'qi'? It's quite magical... What grade of literary mind am I?"
At this time, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, and most of his face was hidden in the shadows. His expression was not clear, but she was sure that the latter's eyes fell on the palm of her hand. Shen Tang felt that something was not right in the atmosphere, so he asked again. The young man seemed to have just recovered and gave a response.
"You can refine and solidify this 'qi' again, just like me."
As he spoke, a light cyan cyclone quickly appeared on the young man's outstretched right hand. At first glance, it looked like a mist, but after two breaths, it turned into a thick, gelatinous dark cyan color. Finally, under Shen Tang's gaze, it transformed into a strange dark blue monogram the size of a baby's fist.
Seeing the curiosity flashing in Shen Tang's eyes, the young man took the initiative to hand over the monogram.
The monogram is very delicate in shape, with the seal script "Liupin Zhongxia" engraved on the side and "Qi Shi Yuanliang" engraved in the same handwriting on the bottom.
"Your name is Qi Yuanliang?"
If this is his name, then the middle and lower grades of the sixth grade should be his Wenxin grade.
The young man said: "I pray that someone's name will be good and his character will be good."
While talking, he stared into Shen Tang's eyes.
Seeing that the latter's eyes were clean and there was no slightest contempt for Wen Xin, a middle-class and low-grade person, he was slightly satisfied, and he didn't look as alienated as before.
Shen Tang: "It's really a good name."
He is both "good" and "good". He seems to be a good person.
After hearing this, Qishan was speechless.
Shen Tang handed the monogram back and said, "I probably know what to do."
I followed the method demonstrated by praying for good deeds and compressed the cyclone inward. The cyclone gradually turned from colorless to milky white gel, and then from milky white gel to a small transparent crystal-like object. Shen Tang finally calmed down and hurriedly looked at the side of the monogram, looking in all directions.
result--
"Hey, why are there no words?"
"No words?"
Although he said this, Qishan's voice did not sound surprised, as if he had expected it.
"There is indeed no writing on the side, only the bottom."
The bottom is engraved with four wild and wild seal scripts - "Shen's young pear".
"Shen... You... Li? You are really not a descendant of the Gong family." Because the monogram is transparent, it is a bit difficult to read the words on it. Qi Shan commented while looking at the words at the bottom, "However, Xiao Langjun , your nickname is too delicate..."
At first glance, I thought it was a girl’s maiden name.
Shen Tang: "..."
She has given up on explaining that she is a girl.
Since this world assumes that Wen Xin is a man, it would be useless for her to jump out to defend her, whether others believe it or not. If there is a misunderstanding, just misunderstand it. Wait until she understands why she has a literary heart or is strong enough, so as not to be killed as a heretic.
Shen Tang said: "My name is Shen Tang."
"Tangli leaves are rouge-colored, and buckwheat flowers are blooming with the fragrance of white snow." Qi Shan smiled slightly and said, "It's also a good name."
Shen Tang: "..."
Although she wanted to say her name was "Shen Tang", Youli was a random pen name with no special meaning. But if people think so, if you show off your ink, you can't throw cold water on it, you can only accept the praise. What she is most concerned about at the moment is what level her literary heart is.
"Mr. Qi, what level of literary mind am I?"
Unexpectedly, Qishan asked her: "Which one do you want?"
Shen Tang: "What does this mean???"
Qishan said something else directly: "Unlike the twenty-level martial arts, Wen Xin only has nine grades. The first grade is high, the second grade is upper and middle, the third grade is up and down, and in turn, the ninth grade is low. Wu Dan can pass through the day after tomorrow. Through hard work, breakthroughs and promotions, those with high talents can even reach the rank of Chehou, and Wen Xin is born with a certain rank. I am a middle-level Wen Xin of the sixth rank. I am not as good as above, but more than below. What rank do you want you to be?"
Shen Tang was surprised: "This... can I still think about it?"
Qishan said: "If it were someone else, it wouldn't be possible, but if you meet me, I can help you."
Shen Tang was confused.
Her intuition told her that there was something in her prayers.
But they didn't explain much, they just hinted in a low voice: "It's not a good thing for a child to spend a lot of money in a busy city."
Shen Tang subconsciously tensed up his nerves.
What is this Wenxin that is so serious?
Cooperating with her as a time traveler could lead to death.
Shen Tang also suppressed his curiosity that could kill a cat. He didn't go into details and just asked: "How many literary minds can you pretend to be?"
Qishan himself is a "sixth-grade middle-lower" literary mind, and the literary mind cannot be changed. The grade of the literary mind is the same as the one he was born with. So it is definitely impossible for him to help people really change the literary mind's grade, so all he can do is pretend.
In that case——
Shen Tang asked tentatively: "Then - is it okay to go up to the first grade?"
Qishan almost laughed at her question.
"The first-class Wen Xin is a saint, but it is a false product. Only the princes holding the national seal can possess it. Are you looking for death?"
Shen Tang lowered his eyes and glanced at his own inscription.
After thinking for a moment: "Then it's safer and pretend to be a ninth-grade inferior."
"Nine-grade inferior? Ha, you are quite smart."
When the four seal characters of "Nine Grades Xiaxia" appeared on the side of the monogram, Shen Tang played with the transparent monogram and didn't know what to do with it.
"How do you take this thing back?"
"What are you taking it back for? This is used to prove your identity. Even a 'nine-grade lower' Wenxin is better than an ordinary person."
In this chaotic era where one generation can change two nationalities, the lives of ordinary people are worse than a piece of grass, not to mention that Shen Tang is still a prisoner who has been sent to escape.
The words carved behind the ears were made using special means and will never be removed unless the ears are cut off.
But with the inscription and monogram on it, and then covering it with earrings, most police officers would not dare to check it when they saw it.
