Starting from a thatched cottage, the farmer embarked on the road to wealth through imperial examina

Seeing Ye Changyan and Liang Jingcheng looking at him excitedly, Sang Li did not keep them in suspense.

"On full-moon nights, this arrogant boy will feel extremely itchy all over his body. No medicine can cure it, but once the full-moon night has passed, the itching will heal without medicine. He will experience this kind of torture every full-moon night."

"You know the Grass Demon Technique?!"

Ye Changyan was horrified. What Sang Li said before seemed to be very consistent with the poison he had heard of in his previous life. Then he thought that Sang Li came from the land of the barbarians and Miao people. It seemed that Jin Wenshao was most likely poisoned by Sang Li.

Unexpectedly, this Sang Li, who looks so straightforward and honest, is not only very skilled, but also masters the mysterious and evil witchcraft.

Liang Jingcheng looked at Ye Changyan with a confused look on his face, not understanding what he said.

Sang Li was a little surprised that Ye Changyan actually knew the art of grass ghost.

"Chang Yan, this grass ghost technique is rarely known. Even among the Sixteen Miao people, there are only a few who know about it. How did you know about it?"

Ye Changyan didn't expect that few people in this world knew about the art of grass ghost. How should he explain it so as not to arouse suspicion from Sang Li or even the Miao people behind him?

Ye Changyan's mind raced, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. Perhaps the only way to avoid any evidence was to put the blame on his cheap master.

"Sang Li, you don't know yet, I had another teacher before Mr. Cai, but he has passed away for many years. I heard about it from him. He once said that there are people in Miao land who raise poisonous insects. I didn't believe it at the time, but I remembered it today when I heard you say this."

After hearing what Ye Changyan said, Liang Jingcheng understood why Ye Changyan knew this grass ghost technique, but Liang Jingcheng became even more curious about what this grass ghost technique was.

"No wonder, I said I had never heard of this grass ghost technique, it turned out that it was Master Gongshu who told you about it."

Sang Li saw Liang Jingcheng, who was originally puzzled, and his doubts were resolved after hearing Ye Changyan mention his deceased teacher. Who was Ye Changyan's deceased teacher really like, and who actually knew the little-known secrets of the Sixteen Miao?

"Chang Yan, who is this master of yours?"

Seeing Sang Li's curious face, Ye Changyan smiled bitterly in his heart. One lie must be covered up with more lies. But he knew that he must dispel Sang Li's doubts, otherwise, if he was suspected by Man Miao, it would be very bad.

"Mr. Gongshu was originally an official, but later he became indifferent to officialdom due to some things, so he entered the Yujing Palace..."

Before Ye Changyan could continue to make up his story, he heard Sang Li shouting in surprise.

"Are you a disciple of Yujing Palace?!"

Ye Changyan and Liang Jingcheng were both a little surprised. They wondered if Sang Li's reaction to Yujing Palace was a little too much.

"Not really. Although Mr. Gongshu entered the Yujing Palace, he rarely mentioned the affairs of the Yujing Palace to me."

"If you have a gentleman who entered the Yujing Palace and knew the art of the grass ghost, it would not be surprising."

Seeing that Sang Li seemed to believe what he said, Ye Changyan finally felt relieved.

"To be honest, I came to Shengjing this time to study in the Imperial Academy, but I also have an important mission, which is to go to Yujing Palace to ask for medicine. I thought that your master, Changyan, was from Yujing Palace, and I was planning to ask you to introduce him to him."

"Sang Li, it's not that I don't want to. Although Mr. Gongshu has entered the Yujing Palace, other than that, I really don't know anything about the Yujing Palace. I don't even know which direction the mountain gate of the Yujing Palace faces."

Sang Li was originally looking forward to it, but after hearing Ye Changyan say this, he became a little disappointed.

"I heard from the teacher that the Yujing Palace seems to be on the Mangshan Mountain in the north of Shengjing? If you have something to ask for, Sangli, can't you just go to Mangshan Mountain?"

Seeing that Sang Li was a little disappointed, Liang Jingcheng gave some advice, but Sang Li shook his head.

"This Yujing Palace is quite mysterious. The outside world doesn't know much about it. Moreover, the gates of Yujing Palace are always closed, so outsiders can hardly enter."

Liang Jingcheng's mouth curled up, a sense of interest arose spontaneously, and he looked at Ye Changyan with anticipation.

"Chang Yan, how about we go to Mangshan as well? From what Sang Li said, the Yujing Palace seems to be a place isolated from the world. I am very curious about why Mr. Gongshu entered the Yujing Palace back then."

Hearing Liang Jingcheng's question, Sang Li looked at Ye Changyan with some anticipation.

Ye Changyan fell into deep thought. What was the relationship between the Taoist who gave the black stone to the original body and Mr. Gongshu? Was there any connection between the Taoist and Yujing Palace? Why did he give the black stone to the original body? Did he know that he would come to this world?

After he got the black stone, his intuition became very sharp, and his perception of danger was unusually accurate. He wondered if the old Taoist knew all this, and whether his coming to this world had some connection with Mr. Gongshu, the old Taoist, or even the Yujing Palace.

These are all the questions that Ye Changyan is puzzled about. Although he is living a pretty good life now, he is still concerned about his past life.

During his lifetime, Mr. Gongshu had been looking for a way to travel back through time and space. If there really is such a method in the Yujing Palace, how should he choose?

Seeing that Ye Changyan was lost in his thoughts for a long time and still did not respond, Liang Jingcheng reached out and patted Ye Changyan.

"I just asked you if you want to go to Mangshan. What are you thinking about? Why are you thinking so deeply?"

Ye Changyan was brought back to his senses by Liang Jingcheng. Seeing that Liang Jingcheng and Sang Li were looking at him expectantly, he smiled awkwardly.

"Since you all want to go to Mangshan, let's go to Mangshan after we come back from the farm. I am also curious about what happened after Mr. Gongshu entered Yujing Palace."

Liang Jingcheng and Sang Li were smiling, and one could see with the naked eye that they couldn't suppress their excitement.

Compared to the Yujing Palace, Ye Changyan seemed to be more curious about the grass ghost technique. So Ye Changyan looked at Sang Li and asked.

"Back then, Mr. Gongshu mentioned a little about the Grass Ghost Technique in a few words. I wonder if Sang Li can tell us about it. Of course, if it involves the secrets of your clan that cannot be told to outsiders, there is no need to force it."

Liang Jingcheng was also very curious about this secret technique that could make people feel extremely itchy all over their body without anyone noticing on a full-moon night. After hearing Ye Changyan's question, he also looked at Sang Li beside him.

Sang Li thought for a moment before speaking.

"The Art of Grass Demons was originally a secret art of the Sixteen Miao people. Not many people in the Sixteen Miao people know about it. The Sixteen Miao people have a harsh environment and medicinal stones are scarce. In the early days, this Art of Grass Demons was a medical technique used by witch doctors to treat diseases for the tribe members."