After Han Ling completed the practice of candle shadow shaking red, Wang Xun was finally willing to let him go. In exchange, Han Ling needed to teach the ministers of the eleven branches of Zixun Tower the art of disguise. In addition, Wang Xun specifically included Qin Xin in Han Ling's list of "apprentices".
Regarding Qin Xin's "admission", Han Ling specifically asked Wang Xun: "Does Miss Qin Xin still need to learn so many types of martial arts when she is by the poster's side?"
He was afraid that Wang Xun would misunderstand, so he spread his words and said: "If Miss Qin Xin has learned 'Candle Shadow Shake Red', the operation of the Wan School's disguise technique will require some ideas from traditional martial arts. I'm afraid that the two There is a conflict between them, and both sides suffer.”
Taking him as an example, after the Zhu Ying Shao Hong technique was performed, the surrounding internal forces gathered for him to use, which was in conflict with the Wan sect technique that "comes from one's own body". Han Ling has lost all his internal strength, so Wan Party is relatively useless to him. But he was somewhat concerned about Qin Xin's situation.
He had long seen that Qin Xin did not have "internal strength" in the traditional sense.
Wang Xun sat in front of the window, gently swinging the folding fan. After hearing Han Ling's words, he turned his neck away and smiled charmingly.
"Han Ling, why do you think I would let Qin Xin learn such a method that is harmful to the body?"
When Han Ling heard this, he suddenly realized.
The girls in Zixun Tower, even if they are purely clerical accountants and clerks, they have some internal strength. Even Wang Xun, who practices candle shadow shaking, has a fragrance that is so fragrant that it makes people stop in their tracks. When Han Ling practiced candle shadow shaking red, he could only gather a little spiritual energy with the help of Wang Xun. In addition, he doesn't want to wear a scent - it's not that he is embarrassed or disgusted, it's just that the scent can easily cause misunderstanding.
Those that can retain fragrance on the body for a long time are either born with a peculiar fragrance, such as bamboo leaves. The aroma of bamboo leaves is extremely quiet, and becomes more obvious when you sweat, but it is easily covered up by the smell of fireworks, making it difficult to find. Therefore, it must be a family with a big business and a family that does not let their children come into contact with even a little bit of cooking fumes.
As for the other kind, it is only possible to smell such a fragrance by living in the "Zhilan Room" since childhood. Compared with the former, the source of this fragrance requires financial support.
As the saying goes, "wealth should not be exposed." Not to mention that he and Zheng Yu had to use their "wealth" for other purposes. Even if they were truly wealthy, they would not dare to reveal their wealth easily while traveling. Not to mention becoming impoverished overnight, being able to save a life in a country cottage is a great blessing among misfortunes.
Among all the fragrant fragrances in Zixun Tower, only Qin Xin was fresh and clean. Not to mention the fragrance, there was no trace of internal energy.
Han Ling's mind was filled with imagination, and his thoughts drifted to Java unknowingly.
Just as he was thinking about it, Wang Xun's voice brought him back to his senses.
"Do you know about Emperor Zhao of Jin'ou and Princess Rong?" Wang Xun slowly closed the folding fan in his hand and added half a shovelful of sandalwood to the aromatherapy furnace.
Han Ling was surprised when he saw that the red sandalwood fan bone of the folding fan was engraved with the pattern of luan and phoenix singing in harmony. However, thinking that Wang Xun didn't care about these things, he looked back and answered honestly: "I don't know much about it."
Wang Xun smiled, turned around and hit Han Ling's head with his fan: "How come Mr. Han, who is the most beautiful among the three beauties of Meichuan and has read many poems and books, still hides his edge in front of me?"
Han Ling was a little embarrassed and said: "When I was reading the Chronicles of the Four Kingdoms when I was a kid, I wanted to see the decisive battles between the 'Diwei' and 'Chiyan' countries, so I really didn't know much about the 'Jin'ou' and 'Moyuan' countries. "
After he finished speaking, he added: "However, Ling can still remember most of the Thirteen Emperors of Jin'ou. If you want to talk about the policies of a certain emperor, Ling can't explain them."
Wang Xun smiled and said, "I don't blame you. Before I read intensively, I only remembered a few major battles." As she spoke, she opened the folding fan again. The bones of the fan were straight, and the purple landscape painted on the fan was shining through. Wang Xun's face was half covered.
"However, even people who have read history books probably don't understand this matter." Wang Xun said, "Princess Rong is not the biological child of Emperor Shenzhao. She is the daughter adopted by Emperor Shenzhao on the way when he went west to conquer Cangrong."
Han Ling felt amused: If what is recorded in history books is unofficial history, how do people today know that what they know is the truth of history?
Wang Xun saw that Han Ling didn't believe it, so he didn't explain. He just took out a bag of tips from his sleeve and asked Han Ling to open it.
Han Ling opened the kit, and there was a sharp broken lens hidden inside.
He didn't know why, so at Wang Xun's instruction, he took out his lenses and took a closer look. The lens is not as big as his hand, the light can detect people, and the wear and tear is really old.
He turned over the lenses, reflected his eyes in the lenses, and admired his appearance. When Fang was about to put the lens back into the kit, he saw a black smoke in the middle of the lens, creating many scenes.
One moment, Emperor Shen Zhao stood on horseback with his sword drawn, holding a long spear and sang generously; the next moment, a girl with a sallow face, skinny muscles, and ragged clothes stood in front of Emperor Shen Zhao, with a pair of big dark brown eyes full of joy; and the next moment, the image in the mirror turned into a blur. In the forest, a girl dressed in pink sat in front of Emperor Shen Zhao's horse, firing a bow and arrow. After a while, there was only black smoke in the mirror, and the sadness of the little lights that could not shine through the mirror.
Han Ling held the lens in his hands, as if he was immersed in the scene inside, almost mesmerized. Wang Xun looked at him, took off the lens lightly, and said with a smile: "This is the 'Ruoguo Mirror' from the previous dynasty. The fragments can record the true story of what happened."
Seeing that Han Ling still didn't believe it, Wang Xun said nothing more and just put the fragments into his bag.
"What I want to talk about is the historical facts recorded by the Hua Military Advisor with the Ruoguo Mirror." Wang Xun sighed, put the brocade bag away, and shook his fan, "This historical fact belongs to Emperor Shen Zhao and Princess Rong."
She looked at the bleak scene of autumn clothes outside the window and said with a smile: "Princess Rong is the adopted daughter of Emperor Shen Zhao and the apple of his eye. When Emperor Shen Zhao was twenty, he met a short-haired girl in the garrison of a small border town. Son.
"The girl was very young, no more than fifteen years old. The girl was wearing a large armor and was nibbling on the cake in her hand. When Emperor Shen Zhao saw it, he couldn't bear it. After he stationed there that night, he prepared to take the girl away.
"But when Emperor Shen Zhao arrived, she learned that the garrison had already set off to fight. Emperor Shen Zhao stayed in front of the city gate all night until dawn. A ray of golden light tore through the night. In the snow-white morning light, she saw that the garrison that had set off had only returned. Got one. It was that girl.
"Emperor Shen Zhao adopted the girl as an undefeated banner and adopted her in a military tent. After the girl woke up, Emperor Shen Zhao asked her what she wished for. The girl was silent for a long time and said: 'I wish to kill the enemy and serve the country.'
"The emperor felt his sincerity and allowed the girl to go out with the army. The soldiers of Cang Rong were vicious and almost died, but the girl won every battle with the emperor and returned to the court. The emperor named her a princess and titled her 'Rong'."
She was leaning against the window, the silk strands in her hair looming in the curly black hair, and the purple butterflies fluttering their wings. Wang Xun placed the folding fan on the window sill and said fondly:
"The first time I saw Qin Xin, she was held by her cousin from far away. She was dark and thin. Her cousin said that her whole family was dead and he wanted to sell her to Zixun Tower to be a 'child' '. The people below said several times that Zixun Tower was not a brothel, and then my uncle was willing to leave.
"But as soon as he took a step forward, he found Qin Xin standing in front of the guqin in the lobby, staring blankly and refusing to move - as you probably guessed, this is the origin of her name.
"The man became anxious and pulled Qin Xin's arm fiercely to drag her away. Qin Xin didn't cry or scream all the way. When she was almost at the door, she screamed and reached out to grab the guqin.
"I was upstairs at the time and couldn't bear to see her, so I went downstairs and hugged Qin Xin and asked her, 'You don't want to leave?'"
Wang Xun glanced at the tea cup on the table, and Han Ling hurriedly stepped forward to pour tea for her. After moistening his throat, Wang Xun continued:
"Qin Xin then took her eyes away from Qin and looked at me, crying like a little tear bag. She was very well-behaved at that time, leaning on me and refusing to leave. Unlike now, when she sees me, her face is full of ' Business is business'.
"I saw how pitiful and cute she was, so I wiped away her tears and said... Oops!"
Han Ling looked at Xun Sheng, and Qin Xin retracted her hand with a 'business-like' look on her face: "Sister is making up stories again."
Wang Xun stood up, rubbed the area on his head where the piano core was played, and pinched the young girl's face: "I just polished it a little, the piano core hurt me so much!"
Qin Xin's face was full of disbelief: "Sister, didn't you compare yourself to Emperor Zhaodi of Jin'ou? Or did you say that I was a clingy crybaby?"
Han Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Qin Xin ignored Wang Xun who was acting coquettishly at her from behind, and bowed to Han Ling solemnly, with no waves in her voice: "Mr. Han, although my sister exaggerated, there are also some facts mixed in."
She glanced at Wang Xun, and an imperceptible smile appeared on her lips.
"I was indeed saved by my sister's kindness, but Zixun Tower was not prosperous at that time, and there were no eleven branches. My sister saved me, not because of her wealth, but because she was kind-hearted.
"As for my name," Qin Xin teased, "it's because my birth name is 'Zhu Qinxin'."
Han Ling and Zheng Yu were leaving Zixun Tower, and the news quickly spread throughout the building.
Not long after, all the idle girls from various branches in the building ran to the secret room, either bringing amulets they made, or giving them a secret recipe, and various gifts. . Miss Wu held the account book in her hand and repeatedly confirmed that Zheng Yu didn't need her before leaving angrily.
They happily surrounded Han Ling and Zheng Yu. It didn't look like they were saying goodbye, but more like a banquet when they first met. The girls were all laughing, not realizing when Wang Xun arrived.
"What are you talking about? It's so lively."
Han Ling raised his head and saw that Wang Xun was wearing a dark neem-colored gauze skirt with purple ribbons and a skirt that fluttered gently with her steps. She walked forward step by step, and the girls surrounding Han and Yu retreated to make way for a path.
When she came to Zheng Yu, he bent down and pinched her face involuntarily.
"What time do you leave tonight?"
Zheng Yu's snow-white face was rounded and flattened by Wang Xun, but he didn't care and laughed softly. She raised her head and said: "The moment of Xu."
Wang Xun looked at the girls behind them. The girls in red and green were not afraid of her, but they all respected her. When they saw her coming forward, they lowered their eyebrows and nodded, and said in unison: "The host is a thousand years old."
Wang Xun nodded lightly and said with a smile: "I see that all the sisters are sincere towards the second girl and Mr. Han, which is good. However, I still have a question to ask."
She waved her hand, and Qin Xin, dressed in ethereal silk, appeared out of nowhere, holding a blue and gold book in her hand. Wang Xun took the fold, glanced at it, and nodded. Qin Xin moved a carved wooden stool from somewhere, asked her to sit down, and took the fold back into her hand.
Han Ling saw this and thought to himself, this girl Qin Xin must have practiced the Qi Men Dun Jia Kung Fu.
After Wang Xun sat down, he put away his shawl and nodded to Qin Xin. Qin Xin unfolded the poem and sang:
"The second girl's travel needs are as follows:
"There are two people each working on hairstyles and braiding hair; there are four sets of Chinese clothes, and there are three people in each group selecting fabrics and tailoring; there are three people each in packing and storing bags; preparing for expenses..."
Zheng Yu listened to each item and said softly: "Sister Fu, why do you have to spend so much money? Yu's trip is not for sightseeing. There is no need for rich clothes, just a few pieces of light and stain-resistant clothes and a few pieces of dry food that are not prone to mold." , a few pots of tea..."
Halfway through her words, Wang Xun stopped her: "Are you going to make a living or go wandering?"
Zheng Yu pursed his lips and smiled: "When people are in the world, when are they not wandering, and when are they not wandering?"
The two sisters were bickering, and Han Ling couldn't get in the middle of the conversation. On the other side, Qin Xin arranged for various people to do work, and Han Ling had no intention of helping. He looked around, but there was nothing to do with him, so he took leave with Zheng Yu and Wang Xun, walked to the garden on the first floor of Zixun Building alone, meditated on the spot, and began to use "Candle Shadow Shake Red".
Everything in the world suddenly turned black, and Han Ling sat in the silent darkness, unhurriedly "extracting" himself from the meditating body, and controlling the extracted soul to move forward.
The blackness in front of my eyes dispersed layer by layer, and then came up layer by layer. The glowing soul is like walking in a viscous swamp, every step is exhausting and full of obstacles. But the soul showed no fear and took every step with determination.
With every step he took, he sank deeper.
In the dark swamp, dots of fireflies appeared. Those fireflies were tiny and dim, but they gathered into groups and twisted into ropes, wrapping around Han Ling's wrists and chest one by one. The fireflies were hovering in the air, trying to pull Han Ling out of the deep mud with all their strength. . Han Ling's soul was dragged out of the swamp and landed on a safe land, guided by the fireflies.
"Thank you." Soul stretched out his hand to touch the firefly all over his body. The spiritual energy of all things gathered towards his outstretched hand, getting brighter and brighter, gradually converging into a ball of light in the palm of his hand.
Han Ling opened his eyes, and an icy blue flame was burning in his hand.
It's internal force.
The first time that externalized internal force appeared in reality.
The spiritual energy of all things gathered around him and condensed in the palm of his hand. The temperature of this internal force is so familiar, it is Han Ling's own internal force.
Han Ling seemed to be drunk for a moment and felt a little dizzy. He lingered in this blissful dizziness for a while, and finally remembered to store his inner strength in the stone first.
He took out a small piece of stone from his brocade bag and watched as his inner strength continued to pour into the stone, turning it into a light blue color. Han Ling stared at the stone and couldn't help but laugh.
"The Wuji Stone." Han Ling muttered to the stone and smiled, "From now on, you will be called the Wuji Stone."
Just as he was about to put the stone back into the bag on his waist, he heard Qin Xin's voice:
"Han Langjun, are you torturing yourself again?"
Han Ling raised his head, and Qin Xin stood in front of him. The green color of her body contrasted sharply with the decaying grass behind her. Han Ling quickly got up from the ground and said sheepishly: "Han forgot the time while practicing, which made Miss Qin Xin laugh."
Qin Xin shook her head: "I'm not laughing."
She paused, then suddenly tilted her head and showed a faint smile.
"Mr. Han," Qin Xin said, "if you have time in the future, you should often bring the second girl to see your sister. My sister is a very lonely person."
