Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 262 Let's Talk About It Yourself

That night, Mu Xici changed into night clothes in advance, fastened her face scarf and took the bronze blade on the table, and put on the talisman that she had stuffed into the dark compartment of the dowry earlier.

After making all the preparations, she quietly waited on the edge of the window sill, only waiting for the jade bell hanging by Babu's bed to ring, and then she could immediately climb out of the window.

During the waiting time, Master Mu was never idle. She thought for a while, and simply took up a brush and drew a few more talismans in case of emergencies.

As soon as Haizheng passed, the bell rang on time, the little girl smiled slightly when she saw this, and then grabbed the dried cinnabar yellow talismans, supported them with bare hands, and jumped out of the window swiftly.

Mo Junli, who was standing on the roof, saw her chic leap, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, while the latter raised his head and pointed to the official road outside the courtyard.

The young man understood, and with a single step, he landed lightly on the ground, and Mu Xici followed him and turned over and climbed the wall.

"That's right, my lord, your skills are neat enough." Mo Junli clapped his hands and praised, with a strange expression on his face.

In the past, he only knew that this little girl was very proficient in the movement of climbing up the roof tiles, but he didn't expect that her skill in climbing the wall was also very superb.

"It's so-so, but after a new encounter, most of my skills have degenerated." The little girl said, her eyes showing regret, "After all, the body of a ten-year-old is not strong enough, it only brings Taoism and merit, and that little skill is nothing. Nothing left."

"I've been practicing for almost half a year before I can fully understand lightness kung fu."

Still can't fly over the eaves and walls at will like them, you have to carefully look at the terrain and always raise your breath.

Thinking of this, Master Mu couldn't help raising her head and sighing. She didn't know that it would take her several years in this life to restore her skills to the previous level.

"It's pretty fast. Normal people start practicing at the age of four or five, and it takes three to five years to practice lightly. How fast do you want?" Mo Junli pulled the corners of his lips, and glanced down at the little girl beside him. , Turn your head away silently.

"Speaking of which, what we're going to do is just go to Zhongshi and walk around the Shangshu Mansion. Are you even wearing a face scarf?"

"As for it, why not." Mu Xici smacked his lips, and his almond eyes exposed outside the scarf rolled around, "If I accidentally meet the watchman later, I will take you out." Push it, and find a dark corner to squat—"

"Hey, work together~"

"Double bamboo shoots, you ran away by yourself, leaving me to take the blame." The young man was extremely disgusted, and raised his hand to straighten the crooked cloth towel on her front, his eyes hanging, "Let's go."

"Wait, you take this first." The little girl stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve, and took advantage of the situation to open the boy's slightly curled fingers, and stuffed something into his palm.

Mo Junli felt his palm warm, and a neatly folded piece of paper immediately entered his hand. He looked down at the cinnabar yellow talisman in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

This thing...isn't it a talisman?

Why did the little national teacher suddenly give him the amulet? !

"...What are you doing for me?" The young man trembled tremblingly, his voice trembling unconsciously, "Master Guoshi, didn't we agree to go together, so there won't be any trouble?"

Could it be that all she said during the day was to coax him to play?
Could it be that tonight is a special day, even if you go with her, it's still easy to get dirty?

The young man's thoughts lost control in an instant, and he ran like wild dogs all over the sky. Mu Xici was speechless for a moment when he heard the words: "Be sober."

"This is just a talisman that allows you to see ghosts for a short period of time."

"I'm going to make a lot of tricks tonight. I don't want to be exhausted, so I prepared a move in advance." The little girl pouted, "And you still have the map of the Shangshu Mansion, so I don't bother to pass on the message for you."

"Wait, go talk to Chao Ling yourself."

She couldn't tell which was the study of the Shangshu Mansion, and which was the bedroom of the Shangshu Mansion. The work of summoning ghosts, ferrying people and sending ghosts can be left to her, looking for things?Don't even think about it.

"No, I don't want to." Mo Junli shook his head in horror, who wants to see a dead person!
Or the fresh and hot ghost of the dead who had just had his head beheaded by his father's order during the day!

The young man was full of resistance, trying to oppose Mu Da Guoshi's decision just now: "Can I choose to refuse or resist?"

"Refusal is useless." Mu Xici remained expressionless as he took out the bronze blade from the sleeve, "If you resist, you can try it."

"It just so happens that I also want to know whether it's your mother's kung fu that is faster, or the yin on this knife."

Mo Junli is quite knowledgeable about current affairs, and the moment she pulled out the bronze knife, she decisively slid to her knees, with a smile on her face: "No problem, you can rest assured to leave the important task of communicating with Chao Ling to Xiao Ling." Let's do it!"

——Sure enough, compared to seeing ghosts, he doesn't want to be beaten to death by the little national teacher with a stack of talismans or a ghost.

He took his life!
"That's more or less the same." The little girl who got a satisfactory answer put away the knife with a smile, immediately raised her breath and jumped up to the nearest eaves first.

Seeing this, the young man raised his hand and wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, feeling that he would have a very exciting night.

The speed of the two was not slow, and within two quarters they had already arrived at the place where Chao Ling was executed today.

There was still some time before midnight, and Mu Xici found the small willow coffin buried under the tree by the two of them, and followed Mo Junli up the tree.

After standing still, the little girl carefully inspected the wooden coffin in her hand, making sure that the thing was indeed not contaminated with any yang evil during the day, and that the soul trapped in the coffin was also safe, so she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, the small hole was dug out by Mo Junli with his feet, and it wasn't very deep, so the coffin was buried extremely shallow, only two inches below the ground.

This was the depth at which someone kicked hard enough to kick the coffin and ghosts out. For this reason, she was really worried for most of the afternoon, for fear that some unlucky person would accidentally overturn the small coffin.

At that time, it will be nothing to suffer from a little Yang evil. If someone picks it up and takes it home, it will be a big trouble.

After all, this thing is just something she made casually. It has no magic circle engraved on it, nor has it been trained or enlightened.

And this half fake is filled with dead souls, if the person who picks it up will open it...

Hey, that would be her fault.

Master Mu leaned on the trunk of a tree and thought wildly, the crescent moon in the night finally entered the sky, and the watchmen stepped onto the long street with a gong, and the desolate sound of the gong instantly spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital.

"It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, everything is safe——"

The watchman's voice was a little hoarse, and the two people on the tree watched him go away silently. When the figure beating the gong and bang finally disappeared at the end of the long street, the two fell to the ground immediately.

When it landed on the ground, the little girl raised her hand suddenly, stretched out her long and slender index finger, and touched the boy's brows vaguely. The latter felt a chill on his forehead, and the talisman held by his cuff immediately became hot.

His eyes froze for a moment, and then he returned to normal in the next breath. The long street that fell into his eyes seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell where the change came from.

"This is..." Mo Junli murmured, subconsciously looking around.

　Mo Junli slips and kneels every day
　　Poor hero who kneels in fancy skating every day

　　
　
(End of this chapter)