I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

"Ah, these bastards! Why don't they send their own wives to form a group?" Hearing this, Jiang Ke'er was like a child who was fascinated by a fairy tale. She got angry very seriously and asked anxiously, "Then what?"

"Your Majesty agrees."

This short sentence made Jiang Keer instantly feel the dancer's deepest depression.

The dancer is in the enemy camp. When the other side finds out that they have fallen into a trap, they will surely be furious.

There is absolutely no way they would let the dancer go, and what awaits her is certainly not going to be a pretty end.

"Before she left, the emperor collected the best silk in the country and found the best tailor in the world to make this dance dress for her, so that she could dance and hold the king of the Southern Kingdom."

The old shopkeeper said this as he lifted the corner of the box.

The charming pink color is blended just right, coming into view, washing away the gauze light like a galaxy of stars.

Jiang Ke'er knew what was good. This thin dance dress was definitely a treasure worth a fortune, even in an era when the streets were full of venerables.

What's more, even though the spiritual power has disappeared, it has not been affected at all and still has not lost any of its original texture.

This is a manifestation of the spiritual power having permeated into the finest fibers, absolutely merging with the material, and it is also a perfect sense of balance.

Any treasure that survived from the monastic era is now priceless.

Not to mention, this is a flowing gauze dance dress that once carried the destiny of a country. If it is not exquisite and beautiful enough to attract the attention of the ruler of the Southern Kingdom, the plan of the Northern Kingdom will fail.

The old shopkeeper spread out his gauze skirt.

The simple color and form reveal advanced aesthetics and decorum everywhere - this is a dance costume specially tailored for dancers, without any unnecessary decoration, and every curve is to bring out her original charm to the extreme.

"I originally thought that only Gongsun Jianwu was worthy of this dress," the old shopkeeper sighed and looked at Jiang Ke'er with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Her eyes glanced at Jiang Keer's every subtle movement.

Jiang Ke'er actually felt like she was being seen through.

"But being worthy doesn't mean being suitable."

After the old shopkeeper took out the clothes and took a look at them, he folded them quickly and put them back into the box.

Her cloudy eyes were like an extremely precise measuring tape. She could imagine how the other person would look in clothes without the other person having to put them on.

Without giving Jiang Ke'er a chance to try on the clothes, she handed the box to Qiao Qianxue.

"I will give the treasure to the right person, I won't charge you any money."

She waved her hand, dispelling Jiang Keer's worries.

But Jiang Ke'er was still worried about another thing.

"What about the ending? What about the ending?"

She always felt that the ending of the dancer was not that simple.

Otherwise, how could this dress end up in an ordinary tailor shop in Jinguan City? Unless this story is made up.

But after Jiang Ke'er saw the clothes, she never doubted the authenticity of the story again.

So there must be an unknown ending.

"The ending?" The short old lady suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Don't ask me, I don't know. The rest of the story is left in southern Xinjiang."

She raised her hands in worship, arching her back, and her relaxed body seemed to be tired.

"Oh, right."

She suddenly raised her head and her eyes fell on Qiao Qianxue's veil.

"Don't let her dance alone anymore."

Qiao Qianxue's body trembled slightly.

She gently lifted the foot of the brocade box and saw a thin piece of paper separating the middle of the box.

Secret compartment!

At the bottom of the box, there is a space that is no smaller than the upper part.

And there, another one of the same model was installed.

light blue.

Qiao Qianxue bowed solemnly to the old shopkeeper.

"Thank you, senior."

She had already thought of the other person's identity.

Given the other person's experience, it is natural to call him a senior.

Besides, she originally just wanted to buy two pieces of clothes for Jiang Keer on the road, but she didn't expect it to trigger such an adventure.

She looked at Jiang Ke'er and couldn't help but smile bitterly and sigh - her charm value was too high, it was really hard to be ordinary.

"The land of China really is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers," Jiang Ke'er couldn't help but think, shaking her head.

"A long period of time will always give birth to some legends." Qiao Qianxue felt a little disappointed.

"pretty good."

Jiang Keer likes this feeling, the long-lost feeling of adventure full of surprises.

Well, it would be even better if I could go on adventures with my future wife Qiao Xiaoxian.

"But, it turns out that you still care about the following story." Jiang Ke'er felt as if she had seen a eunuch's text and was scratching her head.

"The second half of the story takes place in southern Xinjiang. You will understand once you get there."

As Qiao Qianxue was speaking, she was suddenly startled.

She suddenly remembered - everyone said that the tribal leaders in southern Xinjiang were crazy about dancing.

This story seems a bit like a fairy tale, but it actually has a hidden mystery.

With a little anticipation, Qiao Qianxue picked up the box containing two dance costumes.

Just at this moment, a familiar voice called out from not far away.

It's the patrol captain.

"Miss Qiao! Miss Jiang! The prefect told me to call you!"

"The professional physiognomist from the imperial capital has arrived at the government office!"

(The next update will be after midnight on 1/2.)

43. Gui Wu Xiang Shu

Many people gathered in the government office.

Jiang Ke'er didn't expect that Li Niu would come too!

He was standing together with the fat man in black clothes and mask. When he saw Jiang Ke'er coming, he greeted her with a smile.

"Why are you here too?" Jiang Ke'er was a little confused.

"Of course I'm worried about you. After all, you are also the accompanying doctor in our team," Li Niu said confidently, "I am your current employer after all, so I naturally have reason to help you."

"What about this gentleman?" Jiang Ke'er looked at the fat man in black again.

"He is our employer," Li Niu said with a wry smile, "He paid us to travel together, so he has reason to give us orders. He said he wanted to come and see..."

OK ⑧.

Jiang Ke'er didn't pursue the matter further.

As long as the prefect doesn't mind, it's fine.

At this time, the professional fortune teller from the capital had not yet entered the government office and was talking to the prefect.

"Hey, the Ghost Wu Xiangshu."

When Li Niu saw the black book on the table, he made a surprised sound, obviously recognizing it.

"What?" Jiang Ke'er frowned, "Do you understand this?"

"I've heard a little about it when I was traveling in Southern Xinjiang before," Li Niu scratched his head and said, "Gui Wu Xiang Shu is a way to communicate with ghosts and gods and get inspiration from them. It is one of the sacrificial arts. It is very popular in Southern Xinjiang... No, to be precise, it is far more than just popular."

"You know so much..."

"After all, we have walked a lot." Li Niu smiled, "We are rough people who don't understand the profound principles, but we have traveled all over the country, so we have seen a lot."

There is no way to refute this.

But he doesn't look like a rough guy.

"coming."

The prefect walked in with a man in gray cloth.

The man was originally a disciple of Buyi Xiangmen, but unfortunately, ever since his spiritual power disappeared, he could no longer sense the aura of heaven and lost his divination ability.

Despite this, his theoretical knowledge of divination was still very solid, so Chang'an City finally decided to send him to be in charge of this matter as the interpreter of Guiwu Xiangshu.

Standing in the middle of the lobby, he opened the book.

There are shields around the book to prevent others from seeing it and accidentally getting hurt.

"What I have said before is the theory of Guiwu divination," the voice of the fortune teller came from behind the shutter, "The general meaning is that... the Guiwu fortune telling book was born out of the early activities of the southern Xinjiang tribes in worshiping ghosts and gods. It has the ability to connect with the consciousness of the witch ancestors, and can be used to predict the future to a certain extent, playing a role in turning misfortune into fortune."

Witch Ancestor?

Jiang Keer remembered that when the "miracle doctor" died, he shouted "The Witch Ancestor has returned."

"Excuse me, but what is the Witch Ancestor?" Jiang Ke'er asked.

"It was the ancestors who established the southern Xinjiang tribes," Qiao Qianxue explained.

"profound."

"There are some pictures at the back," the voice of the fortune teller came from behind the screen again, "They record the sacrificial methods used to communicate with the witch ancestor, as well as prayer spells..."

Having said this, he suddenly stopped talking.

Everyone was immediately worried.

"Sir?" The prefect asked hurriedly, "What's wrong, sir? Why are you silent?"

"…Nothing," the fortune teller's voice came out again, "I just feel impressed by the novelty of this method."

"novel?"

"Yes," the physiognomist nodded, "all the physiognomy techniques in the past were based on the constant rules of the Heavenly Dao, with the purpose of communicating with the Heavenly Dao and begging the Heavenly Dao to solve their doubts... But in this book, what is begged is not the Heavenly Dao, but the Witch Ancestor."

"They believe that Wu Zu possesses abilities that are no less powerful than the Heavenly Dao, that he controls the heaven and earth, and can see through the future."

The fortune teller raised his head from the window and suddenly smiled disdainfully.

"It's just a sorcery. As we all know, everything in this world operates under the rules of heaven, and only heaven knows what will happen... How can a mere human being like the witch have the qualifications to replace heaven's secrets? What a joke! This book is completely absurd!"

He no longer bothered to read on.

If the letter had not said something strange had happened, he would not have even glanced at this outrageous physiognomy book.

All fortune tellers in the world respect the way of heaven and firmly believe that the rules of heaven are above all destiny.

But this book is full of tyrannical ideas of man defying heaven and changing his fate.

Firmly believe that the Witch Ancestor is supreme...but he is just the ancestor of those tribes.

"Studying this kind of magic is an insult to the personality of a physiognomist," he sneered, "Those unlucky guys who went astray deserved it."

He was talking about the vendors who set up their stalls.

"Hey, don't be so harsh. I'm just trying to make a living." Jiang Ke'er couldn't stand it, especially after she read the old lady's soul last night. She didn't want to see these stall owners swearing at people.

He was just an old widower struggling to survive. It would be too sad if he were to be scolded after his death.

What's more, she has been saying nice things all her life. When people come to read their fortunes, she only wishes them wealth and prosperity, and has never made alarmist statements to defraud money.

The fortune teller who came from the emperor's place just glanced at Jiang Ke'er with contempt, and was obviously unwilling to have any more arguments with Jiang Ke'er. He only did not scold back because he saw that Jiang Ke'er was cute and lovely.

"Okay, the truth is out!" The physiognomist smiled proudly, "These people must have studied the communication method in the Gui Wu Xiang Book and communicated with ghosts indiscriminately, which of course led to going astray and talking nonsense."

He was 100% confident in his knowledge of physiognomy, so much so that the tone of his voice was firm, as if he had already made a conclusion.

"Besides, with their mortal bodies, even if they communicate with ghosts, they can only communicate with a part of the other party's soul, so the information they report is fragmented," the fortune teller continued to analyze, "As for the bleeding from all seven orifices, it is because the other party was once a cultivator, and the mortal body cannot withstand the spiritual pressure of the cultivator's soul... They rashly contacted, and eventually caused damage to their own souls."