Qu Chunfeng hadn't returned to the fishing house for a while. The tables and chairs inside were covered with a thick layer of dust. He looked around and found that there were traces of rummaging, and the walls were carved with knives. A rune pattern—
It is Tianyimen's contact code.
Qu Chunfeng guessed in his heart that Mingxuan and the others had come to find him. After counting the time, he frowned, walked out of the house and went down the mountain directly along the path to the market in the town.
Quanzhou is located in a remote area. The market is the only place that is still lively. Vendors are scattered on both sides of the road, shouting constantly. Because of the war, the price of rice and grain has more than doubled, which can be described as how difficult the people's livelihood is.
At first, Qu Chunfeng only instructed Mingxuan and the others to disguise themselves as poor people and stationed at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't know how to find them. He was about to go to the prefect's office in Quanzhou to inquire about the situation. He was passing through the West Market, but he saw a fortune-telling booth full of people. , could not help but walk over and take a look.
The fortune-teller was dressed as a Taoist priest. He looked like a 20-year-old. He had a long beard and a dog-skin plaster was attached to his left face. Life, but if you survive it, will it be extremely peaceful, you are a water life, and the Jin family son is a fire, if you get married, it will be insoluble in water and fire, which is very inappropriate."
The girl was sitting across from her, and she was both happy and worried when she heard the words: "What you said is really good, the slave family stumbled and fell from the mountain when they were young, almost injuring their life, but fortunately they survived only after being rescued by a barefoot husband, they all said that you It's God's calculation, but the slave family still doesn't believe it, so it turns out to be true."
A few days ago in the town, there were suddenly a group of Taoist priests who set up stalls to tell fortunes. They criticized yin and yang to break the five elements, measured feng shui and checked Liuhe. All calculations were inaccurate, and all hexagrams were inaccurate. They became like living gods. People who came to fortune-telling Countless, teams can line up from East Street to West Street.
Qu Chunfeng watched silently from the side, and when everyone was almost gone, he took up his sword and stepped forward, sat opposite the fortune-teller, and pressed the heavy black iron sword on the table with a slam. Only two words were said: "Fortune-telling."
The fortune-teller was counting the silver with his head down, and he said without raising his head, "What is it?"
Qu Chunfeng said in an inaudible voice: "Calculate what my junior and junior brothers are doing."
When the fortune-teller heard the words, he finally realized something was wrong. He looked up subconsciously, but saw Qu Chunfeng sitting opposite him. He jumped up from his chair like a ghost, and shouted in panic. Said: "Teacher, teacher, teacher... Brother!!!"
This person is clearly Ming Xuan.
Qu Chunfeng squinted his eyes silently: "I asked you to take your junior brother to station at the foot of the mountain, what are you doing?"
As a senior brother, there is no doubt about his majesty. Ming Xuan only saw his ugly face and knew that he was not good. After hesitating for a long time, he did not dare to sit back again. "Big... eldest brother, it's you who told us to disguise us as ordinary people, so as not to be discovered."
"You bastard!" Qu Chunfeng slapped the palm of his hand, and the table shook twice, "Master taught you the yin and yang five elements to teach you the math skills, did you come here to set up a stall for fortune-telling?!"
Ming Xuan was frightened by him, took a few steps back involuntarily, so as not to accidentally hurt himself, he bravely defended in a low voice: "Master, you asked us to pretend to be common people, we can't do anything else, we can't It's even more embarrassing to go to the dock to carry a large bag."
Taoist priests, only those ghostly things, what is more suitable for them than fortune-telling? Catch fish
Qu Chun's air knot: "You!"
Although the truth is the truth, but a disciple of the dignified school set up a fortune-telling stall in the busy market, it would be too humiliating to spread it out. Qu Chunfeng’s face was ugly, but seeing Ming Xuan looking at himself secretly next to him, he looked like a thief Rat, the anger subsided a little.
This is a bustling market, and Qu Chunfeng didn't want to attract attention, so he took the sword back and got up from the booth: "Where is Mingyi Mingchou?"
Seeing that he didn't seem angry, Ming Xuan cautiously approached him and counted him with his fingers: "That's a bit far, the third junior fortune-telling on East Street, the fourth for fortune-telling on South Street, and the fifth for fortune-telling on North Street, By the way, I went to see Feng Shui for the members outside the town, six... six six six, hey, senior brother, let go, it hurts, hurts, hurts!"
Ming Xuan's ears were about to be ripped off by Qu Chunfeng, and he jumped on the spot in a hurry: "Senior brother! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
Qu Chunfeng let go of him expressionlessly, and his voice was cold: "Three days have passed since the half-moon period, I think you don't want to die, and you still have the mind to set up a stall here to tell fortunes?!"
Ming Xuan rubbed his ears and whispered: "Elder Senior Brother, I went up the mountain to look for you, but you weren't there. Besides, if we want our lives, we have to see if the emperor will give them or not. How can we be happy and live."
Qu Chunfeng looked at him without saying anything, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say it. He silently clenched the sword in his hand, showing a rare struggle on his face, and finally took out one from his Qiankun bag. The white medicine bottle was placed on the table, and it made a dull sound: "This is the dosage for one month. I have something to discuss with the provincial governor of Quanzhou. You must not act rashly and wait for news."
Tianyimen does not belong to any government office in the imperial court, and only obeys the emperor, but most of them are knowledgeable in mystic arts, and they are very dreadful of the technique of dungeon armor. Every half a month, an antidote needs to be taken, otherwise, the energy will be exhausted, and the bones will be broken and die.
From the Tianyi Sect up to Hong Guanwei, down to the last outer sect disciple, all of them were poisoned by this poison.
This time, I searched for the traces of the merman, and asked for the technique of longevity. It was expected that over time, Emperor Zhaoning gave the antidote for half a year and handed it over to Qu Chunfeng for safekeeping. Take the antidote, so he will rush back to shore.
Ming Xuan took the medicine bottle, threw one into his mouth, and chewed it twice like he was chewing jelly beans: "Senior brother, what are you doing with Quanzhou Prefect, I'll accompany you, by the way, these days you Where have you been, have you found any trace of the merman?"
Hearing the words, Qu Chunfeng paused and returned to normal. Walking on the crowded street, he didn't turn his head, only said one word: "No."
Mingxuan didn't suspect him, and he didn't even care about the booth, so Pidianpidian followed: "Then Senior Brother, how can we return to Beijing to return to life?"
Qu Chunfeng said that there are no mermaids, he believed it, but he had to believe it from the emperor. Emperor Zhaoning's health has been deteriorating recently, and he has already sought madness to seek longevity. He only thinks that Tianyimen is ineffective, maybe When they die, they will be buried with them.
Ming Xuan murmured in his heart, if he hadn't been poisoned, he wouldn't want to serve the emperor long ago, so he might as well tell fortunes in this place.
Qu Chunfeng was in a state of turmoil, and he quickly thought about countermeasures. When he saw Mingxuan following him, he frowned and said, "Send the antidote to them, don't follow me."
Ming Xuan: "Senior brother, I didn't follow you. The third junior brother is setting up a stall on the street in front. I'll send him medicine."
Qu Chunfeng: "..."
The matter of searching for the longevity medicine for the emperor is quite strict, and he has not disclosed half of it to the outside world. Wu Xianrong, the prefect of Quanzhou, is also anxious every day, like ants on a hot pot. How to do
Especially when Beijing, China, Japan and Japan sent special envoys to inquire about the situation, Wu Xianrong felt even more troublesome. If only he knew the situation, the problem was that he didn't know at all. The national teacher and others didn't make any news. He sent people to inquire several times. All got nothing.
On this day, Wu Xianrong was scratching his head and scratching his cheeks in front of the secret letter from the capital. He touched the pen and ink, and his hair was bald. He didn't know how to reply to the letter.
Wu Xianrong was annoyed, when he heard the words, he threw the lake pen in his hand and splattered ink on the floor tiles in the hall: "Damn, what's the fuss?!"
The yamen ran out of breath, pointed to the outside and said, "Da... sire... The national teacher is here and is waiting outside, you should go with your subordinates!"
Wu Xianrong stood up from his position when he heard the words: "Who did you say is here?!"
The yamen said breathlessly: "National teacher, my lord, he is waiting in the inner hall."
Wu Xianrong was overjoyed, and hurriedly walked out from behind the desk, carrying the corner of his official robe and hurried out: "Quick, quick, follow this official to meet the national teacher!"
Qu Chunfeng was waiting in the inner hall. The maid served some tea and fruit desserts, and respectfully stood aside and waited for the order. In the middle, a copper incense burner of auspicious beasts emitted a curl of green smoke from the mouth of the beast, which was refreshing and pleasant to smell.
Qu Chunfeng glanced at the tea cup, and saw that the glaze on the wall was pleasant, the porcelain was white and delicate, and the price should be high. The tea leaves in it were also of high quality, similar to the quality of the tribute in the palace. Happier than the emperor.
It didn't take long for Wu Xianrong to rush over. He first straightened his clothes at the door, and then he took a deep breath, walked in, and saluted Qu Chunfeng: "Xianguan Wu Xianrong, I didn't know the national teacher was visiting. , If you miss a distant welcome, don’t be surprised, I don’t know what orders the national teacher has come here to condescend?”
He actually wanted to ask if the merman found it, but he didn't have the guts to ask. Knowing too much is not a good thing.
Qu Chunfeng looked at him quietly. Seeing Wu Xianrong's eyes rolling, he looked completely restless. He didn't say much, but asked, "Is there a letter from Beijing these days?"
His aura was too cold, and his position in a high position made Wu Xianrong feel a little jealous. Hearing the words, he answered honestly: "Your Majesty sends special envoys to send secret letters every day, and he attaches great importance to the mermaid thing, Your Majesty. The official is stupid, I don’t know how to answer, and I also ask the national teacher for advice.”
After saying this, he winked at the attendant outside the door: "Go, get the secret letter on the official table."
The attendant nodded yes, and hurriedly went to get it. It didn't take a while to come back. Wu Xianrong took it from him with a thick stack of secret letters in his hand, and then respectfully placed it by Qu Chunfeng's hand: "Sir, please take a look."
Emperor Zhaoning was far more anxious than Qu Chunfeng imagined, but in a short period of time, he sent thirteen secret letters in succession, with similar content, just wanting to know the situation of the elixir. Although Wu Xianrong was flattering. The flattering generation, who has been an official for many years, is also a little clever, not too full of words, and only vaguely when replying, without revealing any substantive information.
Qu Chunfeng looked through the letters one by one and saw that the first few handwritings were familiar. He was afraid that it was written by Emperor Zhaoning himself, but someone else wrote the letters behind them.
As the ruler of a country, Emperor Zhaoning's brush was naturally sharp, but the handwriting looked weak and weak, and even trembled in many places, which was clearly an image of a disease.
Qu Chunfeng shook the letter paper, smelled a very shallow medicinal smell between his nostrils, and narrowed his eyes silently.