Grudge Breaker

Chapter 218: The Art of Hiding Puppetry (Part )
"What did you say……"

Song Weichen's lips trembled slightly, and tears flowed all over her face. Mo Tingfeng smiled and nodded, with stars in his eyes. He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her tears.

Did she hear it right? Huangjia Village was still there? How was this possible? Could it be that her messing around in the illusion really changed the real timeline and the future?
Was the wildfire really put out? Did Huang Yingyun and Brother Yang really not get into trouble? If that was the case, then did Huang Hu not join the army? Did Grandma Huang...

Song Weichen stood up suddenly, pulled Mo Tingfeng and walked out the door.

"I'm going to Huangjia Village."

"Go right now!"
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In fact, even if Song Weichen didn't mention it, Mo Tingfeng would take her to Huangjia Village. Although the Yellow Tiger of Chaos dissipated on its own after getting what it wanted in the illusion, the formation of the fourth layer of the illusion is still in the water of Mian Lake. It must have absorbed and been contaminated by a lot of puppet aura, which is suitable for Song Weichen to control the puppets.

After changing into women's clothes, Mo Tingfeng took her to fly away from Si Chen Mansion on a sword. In just an incense stick of time, the two of them had arrived above Huangjia Village in Wanghai Town.

Song Weichen looked at the lake and village under the clouds and actually felt a little homesick, as if that place had once been her hometown.

The old days are like morning and evening, and the good years have passed.

Her hair is still young, but those familiar faces in the fantasy are after all the ones from eighty years ago. In reality, judging by their ages, they would have passed away long ago... In the old eaves and old nests, the swallows have to think before they return.

Instead, she was a little afraid to enter the village.

The two of them landed in a secluded place by the Mian Lake, pretending to be grandchildren whose ancestral home was in Wanghai Town, returning to their hometown to visit relatives, and came here to play.

The lake surface was sparkling, just like in the fantasy world.

Unfortunately, it is just the beginning of spring and the lake water is cold. Even if Song Weichen wanted to take off her shoes and socks and go swimming barefoot like she did in the illusion, her physical condition would not allow it.

But she was unwilling to not be able to play in the water, so she had to settle for the next best thing and find a rocky beach close to the lake. She squatted down and put her hands in the water to play. Ripples spread out, and in a trance she seemed to see Mo Tingfeng wearing a coarse cloth robe, paddling a small boat, catching grass carp in the lake.

Then he pointed to the lake not far away and asked him,

"See? You're fishing there. You've got quite a catch today."

"Saw."

Mo Tingfeng calmly pulled her up and held her in his arms. She would feel dizzy and fall down if she stood up after squatting for a while, but she always liked to squat. It was her own body, but she made others worry about it all the time.

"Weiwei, we'll be back in the end of summer."

"After the Chinese Valentine's Day, the meat of the Hehua fish will be at its most delicious. I will then make you braised fish."

"it is good."

Song Weichen smiled faintly, feeling somewhat unnatural.

After the Chinese Valentine's Day, how could he still remember her?

I am afraid that I will leave here in fine clothes and on a fast horse, while I will sit alone and feel sad about the fish.
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Mo Tingfeng did not notice the subtle changes in Song Weichen's mood. He was concentrating on casting a spell to detect the array at the bottom of the lake. Although the illusion had been broken and the object had become ineffective, it must still be somewhere in the lake - it's just that the lake is vast and it would take some time to search for it.

"This Mianhu may be an incense burner."

Song Weichen suddenly said something for no reason.

"Weiwei, what did you say?"

"Look."

Song Weichen pointed to the depths of the lake.
"There is a large purple mist floating on the lake. It is said that the sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke. If this Mian Lake is not an incense burner, then what is it?"

Looking in the direction of her finger, there was nothing there with the naked eye, but Mo Tingfeng already had a plan in mind.

He started to cast a spell and probed towards the location where Song Weichen had seen the purple air. He could not sense much purple air above the lake, but the purple air became more and more intense towards the bottom of the lake. The object that set up the formation was there as expected.

"Weiwei, give me the jade pendant and look at the lake again. Can you still see the purple mist?"

The moment the jade pendant left his body, the lake in Song Weichen's eyes immediately became empty, without a trace of purple mist. "I was wondering, there was such an obvious purple aura floating there, but you didn't react at all. It turns out that the jade pendant gave me a special buff, so those are puppet auras?"

"Not exactly. It's more like the 'smoke signal' of the puppet qi. If the inference is correct, the puppet qi must be found around the place where the purple mist is visible. We can go to a few more places to verify it later."
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Mo Tingfeng returned the jade pendant to Song Weichen, and found a place nearby for her to sit cross-legged. He took the opportunity to teach her the "Puppet Hiding Technique", which was the most important thing on this trip, nothing else.

Song Weichen also wanted to learn it subjectively, so he quickly mastered the mantras and hand gestures of the technique, but after trying for a long time, he couldn't absorb the Qi.

"No response at all...is it because the distance is too far?" She looked down and asked Mo Tingfeng for help.

"It has nothing to do with the distance. All magic techniques are based on visualization. Everything in the world is within the scope of visualization. This is called using the false to cultivate the true."

"When your visualization fully depicts the path that leads the lake's puppet energy into the jade pendant, it will naturally come over."

Song Weichen sighed.

"It means that my heart has already arrived even though my body has not moved. I understand what you said, but I don't really feel that I have already arrived spiritually."

In fact, it’s not entirely her fault. Things like puppet energy and mental skills are too illusory for Song Weichen. They are not like some familiar smells - such as the smell of grilled lamb skewers. These things are popular and even just smelling them can make the "real object" instantly appear in one's mind.

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At the street corner stall in the night market, meat skewers are sizzling on the charcoal fire. The young man skillfully flips the bamboo skewers and neatly sprinkles cumin, five-spice powder and chili powder on them. Traffic is busy passing by and the smell of fireworks is steaming in the world.

Mixed with the buzzing of late cicadas in the summer night and the heat of hormones, the bottle of ice beer was "sweating profusely". Song Weichen swallowed his saliva unconsciously while taking a bite of the meat skewer and a sip of beer.

If this kind of visualization is practiced, it will be easy to achieve.

But what the hell is puppet qi...

She had no idea what to rely on, so she could only think of all the cheap special effects in the fairy tale and ancient costume dramas, such as black smoke, black smoke with purple edges, colorful black, radiant white, and brilliant green, but it was obviously ineffective!
Song Weichen smiled bitterly and thought, how about I change the plot?

It can't be "Snail Noodles", "Nian Shilan", "Zha Zha Hui" or "Northeast Silver", right?

It sounds very "perfect purple".

She was so shocked by her own train of thought that she almost fell over.

Tsk, I suddenly want to shout out, "Wang Jianguo, you have a successor." What's going on?

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"why are you laughing?"

Mo Tingfeng was completely confused by her silly laughter.

Hearing this, Song Weichen stopped smiling and put on a dignified look, sitting upright.

"Boss, let me briefly review and summarize. Due to four reasons, I cannot quantify the puppet spirit concretely: the granularity is too coarse, the cognitive barrier is too high, there is a lack of benchmark samples, and the methodology is too abstract."

"This means that I can't find a handle to effectively empower myself, and I can't connect with the puppet energy, let alone perform a high-quality combo to quickly iterate and upgrade my spells."

Mo Tingfeng was choked by his saliva and started coughing. What dialect did this little girl say? Why did it sound like some kind of deadly spell, with an indescribable evil killing power...

I couldn't help but speak with a slightly reproachful tone.

"You're being naughty again, aren't you? Can you please practice properly?"

Song Weichen had a look of despair on her face. She just had a wild imagination, but she was really not naughty!
"It's unfair, Mr. Mo!"

"I have really been trying to visualize it seriously, but I really don't know what puppet energy is. What should it taste like, what color or shape? Can you enlighten me a little more?"

Mo Tingfeng suddenly realized that the problem was stuck here!