Chapter 11 Chapter 1 The Conjuring

It hurts the heart to see thousands of miles away.The soul returns, mourning Jiangnan. —— Outside the city of Yingdu, under the Kongsang Ridge, spring grass grows in the sky.A solid black horse flicked its long tail, pacing up and down restlessly. The owner of the horse is a heroic young man in green clothes and white clothes, with extraordinary bearing.At this time, he was sitting on the grass, playing with the bow and arrow in his hand, while gazing towards the city gate leisurely, he saw a man and a horse galloping towards this side covered in smoke and dust. As soon as the knight landed on the ground, he knelt and wanted to kneel, "My lord——"

"What are you doing? Follow me like this!" Young Master Qingren laughed loudly, while quickly drawing his longbow to block the bent knees of the visitor, "How's the situation in the city?" "My lord, everything is fine." A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the guard Mo Luo, "Before I came out, I had already taken care of those adults, so there must be no problem." Young Master Qingren nodded approvingly. "My lord has also been guarding the empty mulberry ridge for seven days. The seven days have expired, so Mrs. Xiang's summoning of souls has not improved at all?" Mo Luo laughed.

"That's right!" Young Master Qingren sneered, "Even the boundless spell of High Priest Fusu can't do anything." Mo Luo said: "Even though Mrs. Xiang is very powerful, I'm afraid she will be at the end of her words this time. In my opinion, you don't have to wait any longer. It's better to go back to the palace to prepare." Young Master Qing Ren did not answer his words.He focused his attention, and said: "No need. You go back now and tell Qing Yannian and the others that they must gather in front of the Danfeng Hall before noon today to welcome Mrs. Xiang back to Luan on a phoenix. Our soldiers and horses—no need Use it, temporarily stand by."

Mo Luo took the order, got on his horse and wanted to go, but suddenly turned around: "My lord, you will also go to Danfeng Hall at noon, right?" Young Master Qing Ren did not answer, but fell into deep thought. On the high place of Kongsang Ridge, the sacred tree Fusang leaves a golden dead leaf floating in the early summer breeze. On the other side of Kongsang Ridge, on the south bank of the mighty Qingshui, a grand soul-calling ceremony is being held for Qing Wang Wuxiang. Qing Kui's most sacred colors and etiquette are concentrated here, in order to pay tribute to the land in the north.Amidst the pleasant carols, the singing of Shao songs, rows of golden and emerald peacock fans were withdrawn from the middle to the two sides one by one, revealing the highest point in the south, on the altar erected by sandalwood and cedar, a piece of Tall purple veils.Around the altar, squatted four gold-cast unicorn beasts, spewing out wisps of cigarettes from their mouths.Behind the smoky purple veil, the majestic figure of the high priest Leng Jun was dimly reflected.

"The soul is back, you can't have some in the east——The soul is back, you can't have some in the south—" The soul-calling team is huge.Hundreds of officials and Zanyi were lined up on both sides of the altar one by one, motionless. Inside a row of crimson gauze tents were concubines and wives who served the king in the palace, sitting dignifiedly and neatly. Bright and dark.White elephants, horses, tigers, and leopards who paid tribute from all directions also knelt down in front of the altar docilely.No one dared to show the slightest slack.Everyone knows that on the remote hillside, someone is looking down on everything with a pair of cold and penetrating eyes.

"The soul is back, you can't have some in the west——The soul is back, you can't have some in the north—" On the high place of the altar, the high priest Fusu was already very tired. He looked at the colorful ceremonial guards and offerings from a distance, and felt that these colors seemed so illusory and unreal, like a cloud of smoke passing by.In fact, he did nothing, but mechanically waved the sword in his hand, as if he was just a prop in the ceremony, being led by a rope to dance.The river mist rises, and the sun is dim.On the other side of the vast misty Qingshui, a green field looms far to the north.Fusu watched from a high place, and saw a wave of clear and lingering light radiating from the depths of the clouds.He was a little surprised and stopped unconsciously.The wave of light was changing, turning into a pair of staring eyes, distant, deep and sad.

The crowd under the altar saw the presiding high priest standing still, so they took the opportunity to stop and rest. The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing Fusu's description, outlining the face of a god, thick and colorful, dull and brutal.He turned his face, "It's noon." No one dared to answer, and everyone just looked at the high priest blankly. "It's been seven full days. Is that enough?" Fusu's words were sent towards the hillside behind, far away.A small car with blue curtains was parked on the hillside, with only a small string of copper bells adorned on the car barrier, humming slightly in the river wind.

After a while, a light female voice came from the bell, "Then that's all." Hearing this sentence, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but become slightly agitated.Gradually entering Mengxia, the weather is a bit hot, and people's faces are dripping with sweat, and their faces are greasy. The rich offerings were poured into the river.The carcasses of cattle and sheep with exquisite red and green paper strips are sinking and floating in the turbid waves.Fusu left the job of directing the closing to several deputies, and hurriedly drove back to the capital city of Ying.There was no one in the temple, so he ran straight to the secret room behind the main hall.

After closing the door, he hurriedly tore off the colorful robes, and then plunged his head into a large bronze basin.He opened his eyes under the water, and saw that the oil paint firmly stuck to his cheeks gradually melted away, turning into strands of five-color clouds, drifting, condensing, and dissolving. What a pleasant enjoyment it is to let the cool water wet your dry face.During the twenty years in Yingdu, the world of mortals, the smoke of gunpowder, and the soul became numb.Only a basin of clear water in the secret room, drawn from a Zhang-deep well, suddenly has a bit of freshness from the mountains and green fields, which can soothe the wandering soul.

Located in the upper reaches of Qingshui River, Qing Kui is a kingdom established by the Qing people, with Kui as their totem.The Qing people traditionally believe in witchcraft.In Qingkui, wizards do not have too much power, but they are said to be beyond ordinary people's wisdom, and are respected and superstitious by the princes and ministers down to the common people.But for Fusu, there is one woman who is always special, and that is Mrs. Queen Xiang.As a foreigner from a remote country in the north, Fusu was able to be the high priest in Qingkui. All the rights and status he possessed were bestowed by the queen, Mrs. Xiang.He thought with self-deprecation, just as Mrs. Xiang warned—why did he want to chase here just to survive!

However, this time, it was extremely exhausting.He will go to summon the soul, he will actually go to summon the soul of Qing Wang Wuxiang!It's ridiculous.Staying in Yingdu for so many years, time and time again, he obeyed her, did all kinds of things he didn't want to do, and said to himself afterwards, even if it was just for that person's entrustment, a dying entrustment.How long does he want to deceive himself? A description was reflected on the dark red water surface, vaguely still that face.It's just that the eyes have lost their strength, and the lines have lost tension. Is it old? is old. Suddenly, he brushed away the wet hair in front of his forehead with his hand, and saw the light blue crescent moon at the hairline, which was so gloomy that it was almost invisible. "No—" There was a low growl of pain from deep in his chest. Suddenly, there was a light wind chime under the window. Fusu let down her hair quickly. The bell disappeared, but there was a scent of angelica flowers. However, Fusu waited for a while, but did not hear the familiar sound of the green car and copper bell.He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the window open with a huff. The light floral fragrance of Angelica dahurica hits the face. "Shan—" Fusu lowered her head, startled. On the threshold stood a little girl.Ordinary humans cannot drive straight through the guards of the temple.Shan is an elf.Under the low brim of her hat, her eyes were as bright as stars, and Shan said with a smile: "Da Si Ming, Sister Ji Sun knows that you have finished evoking souls, so she asked me to fly over to see you. Hee hee, you have been tossing so hard Haven’t gotten anything for many days, and you’re very bored, right?” She pulled out her hand from under the cloak, and it was a bunch of crystal clear Angelica flowers exuding a mysterious atmosphere. "Really, Yunmeng's..." "Sister Ji Sun said, Commander-in-Chief has worked hard. She will take care of everything when she is there, please rest assured, Commander-in-Chief." Fusu stared blankly, as if absent-minded.Whenever the Angelica dahurica flower blooms between the rivers and lakes, it is the moment when Yunmeng's soul gradually recovers.Should something change?He suddenly felt that he was a little sober.