Half an hour later, Shangqiu walked out of the side room. King Nan Huai was waiting at the door. Shangqiu handed the hexagram to King Nan Huai.
He followed King Nan Huai for a long time, and Shangqiu would explain every time he cast a hexagram. Therefore, he had a certain understanding of the sixty-four hexagrams.
In just half an hour, Shangqiu looked much older, with white hair on his temples. It was obvious that he really put a lot of effort into trying to figure out the secrets of heaven.
"This is where Murong Jie is hiding. It's very accurate. Also, I have made another prediction for Your Highness's future. You can read it or not." Shangqiu said tiredly, and then handed him another piece of paper.
King Nan Huai took the first one, unfolded it, and then hid it in his sleeve pocket.
Then, he looked at the second one and said indifferently, "No need. My life is in my own hands, not in the hands of God."
Shangqiu slowly handed his hand back and sighed softly, "Since Your Majesty is so confident, I will not force you."
He cupped his hands and said, "I am leaving now. Take care, Your Majesty."
"No hurry, sir, it won't be too late to leave after we catch Murong Jie!" said King Nan Huai.
Shangqiu looked at him, and deep sorrow appeared in his eyes. "Your Highness, I have assisted you for many years. I have done my best, but I have also worked hard. Please..."
Nan Huai Wang interrupted him and said with a smile: "What are you talking about, sir? You have helped me for many years. Your kindness is like that of a second parent. I will definitely treat you well."
After saying this, he raised his hand, called two people over, and said, "Send the gentleman back to his room and keep him under strict protection to prevent the thieves from taking advantage of him."
Having said that, he strode out.
The Dragon King Temple is really a good place to hide. There is indeed a Dragon King Temple in Qingzhou, located at the foot of the northwest mountain of Qingzhou. There is no one living there, and they have to climb over a mountain. It was raining so hard that night, but they were able to climb over there with injuries. No wonder they couldn't find it.
He sent people to investigate first. Since Qin Zhou was in Qingzhou Prefecture, he would not travel in a high-profile manner before confirming Murong Jie's whereabouts.
Two hours later, the spy came back and reported that there were indeed people found in the Dragon King Temple.
Upon hearing this, King Nan Huai gently bent his fingers and tapped the tabletop, then sighed, "Sir, you are truly a god!"
He stood up and said, "What a pity, what a pity."
He walked out, followed by four people, and pushed open the door of Shangqiu's wing.
Shangqiu sat on the chair, his face ashen, his gray eyes slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm, "Your Majesty, is the hexagram correct?"
"Sir, you have great foresight. I admire you!" King Nan Huai said with a smile.
"Qin Zhou has arrived in Qingzhou. Even if he knows the whereabouts of the Regent, can the prince escape unscathed?" Shangqiu asked.
"Don't worry, sir. I have my own way." Nan Huai Wang bowed to Shangqiu and saluted. "Over the years, I have received your dedicated assistance. I am extremely grateful, but I have no way to repay you. Please accept this gift, sir."
The light in Shangqiu's eyes faded. "I have never read hexagrams for myself for many years. If it weren't for the prince's rescue, I would have died long ago. For a dead person, reading hexagrams again means that the end of his life is approaching. However, I couldn't help it after all. When I read hexagrams for the prince just now, I also read hexagrams for myself. I know that I can't escape the disaster. Now that things have come to this, I'm afraid the prince won't listen to what I say. I have another hexagram in my sleeve. After I die, the prince can take it out and have a look."
Nan Huai Wang smiled slightly, "What are you talking about, sir? You will live a hundred years."
He turned and walked out.
The door closed gently, and he stood in front of the porch, looking at a rose sticking out from the corner of the wall. It was blooming very beautifully, like a streak of bright red blood.
A muffled groan came from the room, and then there was no sound.
When the door of the room opened, a pool of glaring red blood was seen on the ground. Shangqiu died without pain. His eyes were closed and his face was a little pale, as if he was asleep. It was obvious that he was prepared to die.
He stood at the door and bowed to the body, "Goodbye, sir."
There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, and as he turned around, he was resolute.
More than thirty people, dressed as servants of a wealthy family, left the house one after another.
King Nan Huai disguised himself as a wealthy businessman, got on a sedan chair, and was carried by four bearers toward the northwest.
In the city, a large number of people were checking nearby shops and houses.
King Nan Huai gently lowered the curtain and closed his eyes. Qin Zhou was nothing special.
In the Dragon King Temple, the rain stopped and the sky became clear.
The bright sunshine shines brightly on the earth, and the world after the rain seems to have been cleansed.
Murong Jie dragged his seriously injured body and walked around the Dragon King Temple for a while, looked at the terrain, and then came back as if he had an idea of what to do.
"Are we leaving? When the weather is good, they will definitely come looking for us." Zi'an asked.
Murong Jie shook his head gently, "No need!"
He asked Zi'an to take down the curtain hanging in the Dragon King Temple and tear it open to bandage his wound more tightly. Then, he went outside and moved many large stones, and then cut bamboos and inserted several rows of them at the door, which looked a little funny.
"What is this?" Zi'an looked at it curiously.
"The formation that our ancestors taught us is called the Bamboo Raft Formation." Murong Jie clapped his hands, "It can hold out for a while."
Zi'an was extremely curious about the old ancestor's abilities, "She also knows how to use formations?"
"This is already the simplest formation. She also knows some more advanced ones, but when she taught me, they could mostly only be used on the battlefield."
Zi'an had never had an in-depth understanding of formations, but he had read some ancient books and military books in modern times and knew that powerful military strategists were good at using formations.
She looked at the bamboo rafts and stones and thought they were very simple. The road was visible, so how could they stop the enemy
Seeing that she didn't seem to believe it, Murong Jie smiled and said, "Try to go out and walk back."
Zi'an said, "Okay, this is a good opportunity to test how much of our ancestors' skills you have learned."
Zi'an stepped out. It was easy to walk out because he could see a clear road from the door.
However, when she got out of the formation, she could no longer see the road. She could only see bamboo forests and large rocks.
This is strange. They are clearly just rows of bamboos inserted in the tree. Although they still have branches and leaves, the mystery that can be seen at a glance inside is not clear from the outside. Why is it that
Moreover, she saw that the bamboos were placed very sparsely inside, but were densely packed outside. The stones looked like rockery.
She tried to go in, but there were rocks everywhere in the dense forest, making it impossible to enter.
"Seventh Brother!" she called out.
There was no movement over there, and she couldn't even see Murong Jie.
Zi'an was secretly suspicious. When she was inside just now, she could see everything that was happening outside. How come she couldn't see anything inside when she was standing outside
This... This clearly violates any principles of physics.
(End of this chapter)