Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask: "Master, have you already calculated that I can be washed down by the dragon wave?"
Ye Sanqi shook his head: "It's really not the case. I just calculated that during that time, there would be a chance to find the fragment in the river. I didn't expect that the Jinglong Wave didn't rush over to me, but it did rush over to you." .”
Ye Sanqi added: "Actually, you are also someone I can't calculate accurately. I have calculated you several times, but I can't figure out your past or future."
"That's why I'm hesitant about whether I should teach you the secret technique of Qi Sect or not."
I was also confused: "Master, why can't I understand what you mean? You don't plan to teach me the secret technique, why do you want to accept me as your disciple?"
Ye Sanqi said: "You are not the disciple I chose, but the disciple my master chose for me."
"Disciples of our lineage cannot recruit disciples privately. It is the master who chooses disciples for his disciples."
"Your master passed away early, and his last hexagram before his death was for my disciple. He told me: The person who can see you three times and let you take the initiative to save three times is your disciple."
"I rarely took the initiative to save people before, but when I first met you, I inexplicably wanted to save your life. This is the relationship between master and disciple between us."
"Today's incident has made me figure it out. Sooner or later, you will embark on the path of a Qi Sect warlock, and you are the apprentice chosen by my master for me. From now on, you can follow me and learn the Qi Sect secret arts!"
Fate is a wonderful thing. It can bring two strangers together in the shortest possible time.
This is probably the fate between Ye Sanqi and I.
When Ye Sanqi said this, I was still curious: "Master, why are you looking for the fragments of Qimen just to be the founder of Qimen?"
Ye Sanqi looked out the window and said, "Everyone has their own obsessions. Is it the past that I am obsessed with, or my position as the founder of Qimen? Even I can't tell clearly."
"One day, you will know."
I saw that Ye Sanqi didn't want to mention his past, so I didn't ask further.
That day, I learned about Ye Sanqi’s origins, but I didn’t hear him talk about his past.
After that, I witnessed half of Ye Sanqi’s legend and spent half of my life telling people about Ye Sanqi’s story.
I have written down all of Ye Sanqi's experiences, some of which I witnessed with my own eyes, and some of which were the result of my later deliberation.
I know that if I don't tell Ye Sanqi's story, no one will know about his legends in the world.
I can tell people the story of Ye Sanqi, but I cannot tell people about "Qi Men Dun Jia" in detail.
There are too many taboos in the Qimen's secret arts. People without a master's care must not try the secret arts out of curiosity, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.
Therefore, in future stories, I can only tell you the results of Ye Sanqi's spell casting, but I cannot explain to you the process of casting the spell in detail.
If someone tried a secret trick and went wrong, I'd be in trouble too.
That night, Ye Sanqi gave me two books, which were written about various ghosts and demons. Let me memorize everything in the book,
I had never studied, so Ye Sanqi taught me word by word. Fortunately, I learned things very quickly, so I didn’t waste too much time on reading and recognizing words.
During those days, Ye Sanqi taught me how to read during the day. When evening approached, he would carry a bucket and a few strands of my hair when he went out. When he came back, he would definitely carry a bucket of river water.
Every time Ye Sanqi would put the bucket in the yard and let it sink overnight. He would bring it into the house the next morning, light a piece of paper and throw it into the water, and then pour the water out.
I asked him what he was fussing over?
He told me that it was the water ghost that swam down the Na River.
Ye Sanqi struggled for several days before he happily ran back with the poke and said, "I've caught it, I've caught it."
I wanted to take a look in the bucket, but Ye Sanqi said: "Don't look at it tonight, I will sleep with him for the night. Tomorrow night, you go out with me, I will keep him for great use. We are looking for things. It has to fall on him.”
"It seems that my calculation is correct. What I am looking for really has something to do with you."
Ye Sanqi was not afraid of the water ghost running away, so he just threw the bucket in the yard.
When I got up to go to the bathroom at night, I saw the moonlight shining right on where Ye Sanqi placed the bucket.
The water in the bucket was swaying under the moonlight like a fish, and there was a dark mass falling on the edge of the bucket, which looked like a clump of human hair shaking out of the bucket.
The more I looked at it, the more scared I became. I always felt that there was someone in the bucket. If I stared at the bucket for a while, he would be able to climb out of the bucket.
I was so frightened that I ran into the house without even picking up my pants. I got into bed and shivered for a long time before I finally regained my composure.
I was so frightened that I couldn't sleep for half the night. I always felt that the water ghost seemed to have crawled out of the bucket and was looking into the house through my window.
However, Ye Sanqi slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up. He took out a piece of white paper from the drawer, folded a paper boat, and drew many lines on it with a brush. Those lines look like hunched-over stick figures.
After Ye Sanqi finished getting these things, he picked up the bucket, took me to the river, pricked my finger with a silver needle, put three drops of blood on the boat, and threw the paper boat into the boat while the blood was still wet. Into the river.
I saw with my own eyes that the paper boat first circled around the water for a while like a fallen leaf. It seemed to have found its direction, stuck to the river and floated upstream against the current.
I stood by the water and rubbed my eyes vigorously. When I let go, I saw a awning boat in the water. There was also a man wearing bright red clothes and bare feet standing on the bow. , a woman covering her face with a black umbrella.
There were five or six disheveled people on each side of the boat, half-submerged in the water, pushing the awning boat against the current with their hands.
The woman on the boat seemed to know that I was looking at her. She gently raised her umbrella and smiled at me. I also saw a pair of eyes that looked like they were soaked in blood.
I was so frightened that I took two steps back and stepped one foot into the water.
Before I could get ashore, I felt a sudden tightening on my ankle, and I was pulled down by a huge force and fell to the river bank.
When I looked back, I saw the woman in red clothes standing in waist-deep water, grabbing my ankle and pulling me into the water.
Aren't the two hands she held on my ankles exactly the same as the water ghosts who killed people on the boat that day?
Both hands were black and gray, and the nails were shiny black. The cold air coming from the tips of the woman's fingers made her joints numb, and she couldn't use any strength.
No wonder the members of the White Fish Gang didn't resist when she held her down. It was because their hands and feet were numb from the cold and they couldn't resist.
