The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 195 What You Draw Is What You See

In winter, it snows heavily.

Palace family land.

Gong Qi, still tinged with negative energy, stood in the Taoist temple of the young master of the Gong family, staring in a trance at the snow on the century-old agarwood tree in the temple.

Can I trust you, the young master of the Xingong family?

When Lang Jiuchuan handed him her painting that peeked into the future, her tone was filled with trepidation, but also with anticipation, sincerity, and a gamble.

When she handed over the painting, she was taking a huge gamble, a gamble on the hearts of him and the Gong family, and even more on human nature.

He looked down at the paper in his hand and felt it was extremely hot.

After a long time, Gong Qi laughed at himself. The crisis of the Xuan clan, which was not credible enough, had reached this point. Even a little girl did not believe in the Xuan clan's behavior. It was a pity that many people in several clans were still unaware of it.

Creaky, a door was opened.

Crunch.

It was the sound of shoes stepping on the snow. The familiar footsteps soon stood beside him and stood in front of the agarwood tree with him.

Gong Qi suddenly felt warm all over, and the chill from the Yin Road was swept away. He turned his head and said, "Thank you, Uncle Jiu."

The man in front of him, dressed in white, no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, a handsome face and an extraordinary temperament, was none other than the current young master of the Gong family, Gong Tinglan, also known as Dingshen.

Gong Tinglan frowned at him and asked, "What important letter is it that makes you waste your energy and spirit and take the dark path to come back?"

Nowadays, the world is short of spiritual energy, and it is not easy to cultivate the Tao. In addition to the root of Taoism, one must also cultivate merits and virtues, absorb the energy of the five elements of heaven and earth, and integrate them into one, before one can cultivate the Tao.

Among the next generation of the Gong family, only Gong Qi has the purest comprehension, but he is too lazy to practice cultivation, so he was given the name of "Qingqian", hoping that he will live up to this name one day.

And this time when he left the tribe, it was also his opportunity. He would find a destined person to lead the way and walk on the most righteous path.

At this moment, for the sake of the evil spirit, he did not hesitate to consume his mental energy to ask the ghost soldiers for a way back to his tribe. The news must be extremely important.

Thinking of what he had mentioned before about reading in unofficial history, Gong Tinglan knew that it was probably related to that incident.

Gong Qi looked at his dark circles under his eyes and slightly cyanotic face, and said with a wry smile, "Hasn't Uncle Jiu also been studying classics and fortune-telling for a long time without taking a break?"

So when he came just now and heard that he was practicing the Great Circulation and entering a state of meditation, I didn’t dare to disturb him.

Gong Tinglan turned around and said, "Let's talk inside. Although the Yin Qi in your body has been removed, it has damaged your essence. You must drink a cup of medicinal talisman tea."

Gong Qi followed him obediently.

Entering the room, warmth hits me.

Gong Tinglan's room is not decorated in any way. It is a very simple and elegant Taoist room. Most of the items placed inside are related to Taoism. This is just a living place. If you practice Taoism, there is another mysterious Taoist room.

A bowl of talisman tea with a medicinal aroma was handed to Gong Qi.

Gong Qi picked it up, blew on it slightly, then raised his head and drank it all.

Gong Tinglan picked up his wrist again, placed two fingers on it to feel his pulse, frowned and asked: "It's almost the middle of the month, do you have enough medicine?" Gong Qi patted his chest: "Enough."

Gong Tinglan retracted his hand and said, "You have damaged your mental strength. You must be careful when the time comes to avoid suffering."

Hearing this, Gong Qi smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid that I will really suffer. Not only me, but many people in the Xuan Clan will suffer."

His hands moved, and he finally handed over the portrait in his hand: "Uncle Jiu, take a look."

"What is this?" Gong Tinglan took it and unfolded it with some confusion. When he saw what was drawn on the paper clearly, his face suddenly changed and his breathing became sluggish.

It’s just a small piece of paper, but what’s drawn on it brings people into the scene in the painting.

The blood-red moon, the dark and thick evil aura, a demon baby with red eyes crawled out of the mother's womb with the umbilical cord attached, raised its head to look at everyone, with the corners of its mouth raised, looking eerie and weird.

Gong Tinglan's eyes widened, as if he were in the midst of it. The cold and chilling evil surrounded him and penetrated into his lungs. It seemed as if countless wronged souls were howling sharply in his ears.

He took a breath, his eyes dark as water, and asked, "Which Taoist friend saw this?"

What you draw is what you see.

The painting of this portrait can be considered crude, but the artistic conception jumps out on the paper, making people feel as if they are there and even enter a fantasy, which shows that it is infused with Taoist ideas.

If one has such cultivation, he can only be a fellow Taoist.

And this kind of scene must have been seen by the other party himself to be painted. In addition, as the painting is used to narrate a story, could it be about the evil spirit that has been causing them so much trouble recently?
"It's the ninth lady from the Lang family." Gong Qi looked at the portrait and said, "She used the Great Divination Technique to peek into the future and got this result."

Gong Tinglan was suddenly shocked and asked in disbelief, "She actually has such great power?"

How could such a person be so unknown and hide himself so deeply?

"Uncle Jiu, now is not the time to discuss whether she has great talents, but what this painting shows."

"I am thirsty for talent. If she really can see the future..." Gong Tinglan looked down again, touching the evil demon baby, and his heart sank: "This scene is enough to prove that the forbidden technique recorded in the unofficial history is true, and it will be a great success. When will this demon be born? Does she have any idea?"

"On a full moon day."

Gong Tinglan's expression changed again. Time was running out. He asked, "What instructions did she have?"

Gong Qi said: "Everything is caused by the corpse zombie. When the corpse zombie is complete, the Yin Yuan enters the womb, the evil spirit is born, and the zombie becomes a puppet. Therefore, in order to prevent the evil spirit from coming into the world, we must kill the corpse zombie first."

"That's right." Gong Tinglan spread out the paper, pointed at the corpse on the painting, and said, "The corpse is originally a corpse. It has absorbed the extremely yin energy from the ground for many years. If it died unjustly, the evil spirit will be even more fierce. According to the unofficial history, if he had intercourse with a woman and conceived a child, he must have been out of the coffin for at least a year. During this period, I don't know how much blood and soul essence he has absorbed. His magic power has greatly increased, making it even more difficult to deal with him."

His brows were grim as he said, "What she saw was the place where the demons were born, so this place must be their hiding place. This mountain has a strange shape, and we must find it as soon as possible so that we can encircle and destroy the zombies. I will immediately send the Black Mysterious Order to all tribes. This matter cannot be delayed."

Gong Qi reached out and grabbed his sleeve, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"what happened?"

Gong Qi pursed her lips and said, "When Lang Jiu gave me this painting, she asked me, can you trust me, the young master of the Gong family?"

Gong Tinglan was startled. He was born with a Taoist root, intelligent and highly perceptive. He immediately understood the meaning of these words and nodded firmly: "It's credible!"

Gong Qi smiled, he looked at his uncle who was not much younger than himself, and said: "I said so too. But Uncle Jiu, we can be trusted, but can those old guys in the clan be trusted? Can the other three clans be trusted? Once this evil spirit appears, it will be a great killing weapon for immortality and reincarnation. Is the Xuan clan really not greedy at all? If they force them to stay, can you and I, the few young people, fight against those old guys who have been immersed in power and cannot extricate themselves?"