Heavenly Master raises ghosts daily

The big witch looked away in embarrassment, he didn't look at Lu Ping or Yan Xuan, obviously he was hiding something.

"Great witch." Sensing the mood of the great witch, Lu Ping frowned, "What are you hiding?"

Closing his eyes tightly, the big witch slowly let out a breath of relief, opened his eyes and sat up for support, Lu Ping couldn't ignore him, and helped the big witch put a pillow on his back, and then let go of his hand.

Maybe it's because the medicine I took before has seen results. The originally pale face has a slight blush, and the Dawu's breathing is no longer weak. She moved her body to make her posture more comfortable. what decision.

Yan Xuan stood at the door, he couldn't see the change in the great witch's expression, but he could feel the aura on the other party's body suddenly solidify, a touch of uneasiness welled up in his heart, Lu Ping frowned.

"Although I am a great witch, I am appreciated by the king, but what I am doing is surveying the fate of Langji country and choosing the next monarch for Langji country." The big witch looked at Lu Ping and said word by word.

Lu Ping nodded. He knew these things a long time ago, and he didn't feel surprised to hear them again now.

"Lu Ping, the great witch's allegiance has always been the Langji country, not a certain Langji king." The last cloud of obscurity in his eyes settled, the voice of the great witch was very soft, and the words dissipated in the wind as soon as he exited, but his The tone was very heavy, and almost every word fell heavily on Lu Ping's heart.

"Great witch, be careful with your words." Lu Ping raised his hand to cover the lips of the big witch, telling him not to say such words casually.

Although there are no other people here now, there is no guarantee that someone is hiding in a certain place and the word spreads.The great witch is loved by King Langji, but such rebellious words are really presumptuous.

The big witch didn't care at all, he still smiled, he seemed to have removed some shackles when he said those words, his whole body was relaxed and unremarkable, "I plan to hand over the position of the big witch to Liu Bi."

"Well, good." Lu Ping nodded, without any negative emotions, he originally planned to leave the palace early, whether he will return or not is unknown, Lu Ping felt that everything in Langji Palace had nothing to do with him.

Lu Ping's mood was very calm, but the Dawu was relieved but still couldn't help saying: "You are my apprentice, I didn't give you the responsibility of the Dawu because you have more important things to do, not because you are not good enough. "

"I know, Master." Lu Ping originally wanted to put on a straight face, but he still laughed out loud because of what the great witch said, "I told you a long time ago that I was going out of the palace, if you plan to give me the position of the great witch, I will I'm making trouble with you." As for the "more important things" in the words of the great witch, Lu Ping only thought that the great witch was talking about his traveling around the world in the future and compiling books for Xuanshu, and he didn't think about anything else.

But the big witch's face darkened bit by bit.

Yan Xuan had already walked to Lu Ping's side, and he could see the changes in the big witch's expression. As early as the big witch said to leave the position to Liu Bi, Yan Xuan noticed something was wrong, and the sword spirit is used to being sensitive.

Sure enough, only the great witch in front of him said: "Lu Ping, I guess you can't leave Langji Palace."

My heart skipped a beat, "Da Wu, what do you mean?" If the Da Wu wanted Lu Ping to stay and serve the sick, he would definitely not have said such words, and he probably had other things going on when he said this, "It's the palace. Is there something here that keeps me from leaving?"

"I slept last night and raised my hand to divination, the king...

"The bad luck is less."

"How could it be?" Lu Ping lowered his voice, his tone was full of disbelief. Although he said he hadn't met King Langji many times, King Langji is now in his prime, and he was still full of anger when he met last time. No more?

"It's just a wind and cold, and my father will definitely bear it if he is strong." Lu Ping continued, his tone was affirmative, and he didn't know whether he really believed it or told himself.

"Qiu Han took people's lives, all I can do is to help the medical officer and ask for more time." The big witch said slowly, "I haven't told anyone else about this, I just told you because you are going out of the palace, Lu Ping, don't leave, if something really happens, it won't be easy for you to come back after leaving."

"Master..." Lu Ping lowered his head, his voice was a little trembling, the cloth on his lap was smeared with water, and the hand on his lap naturally slipped down weakly, Lu Ping looked extremely fragile.

The big witch wanted to raise his hand to comfort Lu Ping's hair, but before he reached out, Lu Ping was embraced by Yan Xuan.

Although the sword spirit's embrace is cold, it can give people an indescribable sense of security. Lu Ping closed his eyes in Yan Xuan's arms, tightly pinched the skirt of his clothes, tears poured out of his eyes one by one, silently wail.

The big witch's hexagrams have never made a mistake, he said that King Langji's time is running out, so this person may not survive this year's New Year's Eve.

The matter of death is too far away from Lu Ping. The green young man, just seeing the fun in the world, wants to send his father away with his own hands. Let yourself not look forward to, but now I still can't help the heartache.

He couldn't cry aloud, because he was not good to the elders, so he could only endure the tears alone.

Yan Xuan kept silent, and only touched Lu Ping's back with his hand again and again, comforting him, making the person in his arms vent his emotions more comfortably, Yan Xuan lowered his expression, and stared at the big witch with indifferent black eyes. He was originally a sword spirit, but he restrained his sharpness by Lu Ping's side, smooth and soft beyond words.

Now, where Lu Ping couldn't see, there was a cold light, and the sharp sword seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts easily.

A person with a ghost in his heart must not look at such a sword spirit. He only glanced at the big witch and left his eyes, avoiding it again.

It's just that his eyes disappeared, and a soft question sounded in his ears, "Is it God's will, or is it man-made?"

Yan Xuan didn't say the subject, nor did he specifically say what it was, but the big witch understood, he knew.

Lu Ping didn't stay in the Astrology Tower for long, and he left with Yan Xuan after he wiped away his tears and watched the great witch fall asleep with his eyes closed.

As soon as Lu Ping and Yanxuan walked out of the astrology building, Liu Wei came out from the secret passage in the big witch's bedroom. The secret passage connected the astrology building and the king's clearing platform. Full of rotten smell.

Liu Bi stood in the big witch's bedroom, bent down and brushed off the hem of his clothes, closed the mechanism, and then walked slowly to the big witch's bed.

The great witch was in a false sleep, and when he heard the sound, he opened his eyes and turned his head to see that there was nothing in Liu Bi's hand. He hesitated in his eyes, and asked, "How is your king?"

Hearing the big witch's question, Liu Wei smiled, and his calm face became a little darker because of that smile, "He doesn't want to drink the medicine, but he likes to drink the talisman water, big witch, you said that this world is really a karmic cycle, Retribution is not good."

"You should hate him, but you shouldn't touch him. It's not you who can kill him."

"So what? The hexagram says that he will die sooner or later. Lu Ping's temperament is indecisive. Even if he wants to kill someone, he will only throw a knife. It would be too cheap for him." Liu Wei said, his eyes were already tainted with madness.

"I'm afraid that if you don't check for a while, your success will fall short." The big witch frowned, "If I knew now, I shouldn't have..."

"What he owes me is also what he owes you." Liu Bi said slowly, "You have been alone for so many years. Didn't you hate him when you dreamed back in the middle of the night? Don't you want to take revenge? Just because he is the king of Langji, he can do whatever he wants. Trampling on living beings?

"The great witch is loyal to a country, but not to a king. Great witch, you keep saying nice things, but isn't it also a foolish loyalty?" Liu Wei said mercilessly, and every word was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into it. In the heart of the great witch.

The big witch thought of the gray and white past, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at the Liuwei, but what he saw was scarlet all over the place, his sword spirit was dressed in white 18 years ago, and jumped out of the sword-making platform in Hunan. He fell into the furnace with the sword and was smashed to pieces.

She left that child behind to die alone, but she never thought that by some accident, the child survived from the ferocious birds and beasts, and was brought back to Langji by him.

If back then...the hand hidden between the quilts had been clenched tightly tightly, the nails digging into the palm, leaving bloodstains, but the big witch could not feel the pain, and the regret in his heart covered all other emotions.

If it was back then... but how could there be so many if possibilities in this world for people to assume?A mistake is a mistake, and there is no regret to speak of.

Liu Wei looked down at the great witch who was in great pain, and suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart. There was a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, but it was a pity that the big witch didn't see it with his eyes closed. He only heard the man say word by word before leaving. "Great witch, don't worry, after you and after my revenge, I will assist Lu Ping to make Langji country prosperous and prosperous."

There was a sneer in his throat, and the last word fell on the ground. Liu Wei lowered his head and walked out of the big witch's bedroom quickly. He walked to the corridor between the bedroom and the main hall, stroked the pillars with his fingers, and felt the mechanism on it "click" In the dark, a hidden compartment appeared, took out the mahogany box inside, opened it, and took out a bamboo slip.

The bamboo slips had turned yellow, only the handwriting on them was exceptionally clear. Liu Bi's eyes darkened as he touched one word after another with his fingers.

Watching Langji country flourish?Help Langji country prosper?Heh, if it wasn't for that, how could the Dawu go away in peace?

Liu Wei just wants to watch this country, together with the loess around it, be buried underground, so that the sun will not see the sun for a long time.

Even if you catch up with yourself, just treat this country as a funeral for Liu Bi and his mother.

Lu Ping developed a fever when he returned to the Shangxue Building, perhaps due to the cold weather in the autumn, coupled with his emotional ups and downs in the Astrology Building, his body couldn't resist the wind when he came back.

Fushu called the medical officer over, but Lu Ping was still groggy after drinking the medicine, sleeping under the quilt.

I don't know what happened in the astrology building, but Fushu looked at Lu Ping who was still sick, and couldn't hide the worry on his face, "Young master is like this now, you can't leave these days, wait until your health is better. , Let the medical officer see it before we talk about it."

Yan Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, and when he heard Fushu's words, he tucked the quilt for Lu Ping again, and said, "We're not leaving." Lu Ping just fell asleep, his brows were slightly frowned, and he lowered his voice While walking outside, Yan Xuan talked to Fushu.

"Aren't you leaving?" Fushu was startled, with joy in his eyes. Although he was happy that the young master would not leave, he still packed up his things on his front feet, and he didn't leave on his back feet. Fushu felt that this had changed too quickly. Thinking about it, it might be that something happened at the Dawu's place, which made the son change his mind, "I went to see the Dawu, how can the son not leave? But the Dawu is not in good health?"

It was impossible for Yan Xuan to tell about King Langji's death, so he only said: "You and I know the temperament of the young master. Now that the great witch is lying in bed, it is impossible for the young master to abandon the master and leave the palace no matter what the young master says."

"Yes." Fushu nodded, completely relieved.

Lu Ping is sick now and needs to be carefully adjusted. When he walked to the main hall, Fu Shu raised his hand and directed the palace servants, "Go and unpack the luggage that you packed before, and put all the things back, so that you won't find it when you use it later. "

Furui stood aside, heard Fushu's words and leaned over, "Master, are you leaving?"

"I'm not leaving, the young master and the great witch are both sick, and they won't be able to leave for a while." Fushu said, and said to the palace man on the other side, "Let the kitchen prepare some light meals, put some minced meat in the porridge , don't be too greasy."

The palace servants responded quickly and went quickly. Furui listened to Fushu's words and whispered to her, "The young master is also sick? There are quite a few people who are sick in the palace these days, like the king, and then the witch. I just heard that Young Master Ying also went to a medical officer to see a doctor, but before he could find out whether he had a cold or something, Young Master fell ill again, it's really strange."

"It's Qiu Han, so it's not surprising that many people get sick." Fu Shu replied.

"That's the reason. I always feel strange. It's not like this year before. The master agreed to get sick one by one. Our son is in good health, but he also fell ill." Furui lowered her voice.

"It's really strange for you to say that." Fu Shu frowned, "When the young master wakes up, I'll go talk to the young master and let him see."

Fushu said something in Furui's ear again, she turned to look at Yan Xuan, "Mr. Yan, Furui and I are going to prepare the young master's food, so I will trouble you here."

"En." Yan Xuan nodded, watching Furui and Fushu leave in a hurry. The two said they were going to prepare food for Lu Ping, but they didn't go to the kitchen.

In the palace, princes and princes and witches fell ill one after another. Fushu and Furui suspected that it was not unreasonable for witches to hate victory.

Lu Ping and the great witch will not be deceived by witches, but Yan Xuan is not sure why King Langji and Young Master Ying fell ill.

Prince Langji has quite a few heirs, five sons and two princesses, it's just that these few days have been unusual, except for the princess who married the Ling country far away, even the little princess who was just born can't get sick.

The news reached the ears of King Langji, regardless of his own weakness and difficulty in going to the ground, King Langji went to the Astrology Tower personally with the help of the palace servants to ask the great witch to have a look.

King Langji discussed with the great witch for a whole day and night, and all the palace people were locked outside. They didn't know what they said, but they could only see King Langji coming out of the astrology building with a pale face in the middle of the night, ordering the palace people to prepare paper money and wormwood , the two things were wrapped up and burned towards the south.

That south is the direction where Xiang country is located.

The wormwood was burned for three whole days, and there was a strong smell in the palace of Langji. The son and princess could go to the ground and swallow food, but the health of King Langji became worse and worse.

After Lu Ping recovered, he frowned when he heard Fushu's speculation. After knowing that Young Master Ying had fallen ill that day, Fushu and Furui searched all over the Shangxue building, but they couldn't find the witchcraft villain and the evil talisman. .

It's just that Shangshulou can't find it, so it can't be said that no one has plotted against it. What if that person keeps things by his side?

Hearing Fushu's serious speculation, Lu Ping laughed a little. He knew very well whether someone had harmed him. Lu Ping's illness was only caused by the cold, but Fushu's guess was not unreasonable. He wanted to make a divination, but when he heard that King Langji went to find the great witch, wormwood and paper money were burned in Zhuantian Palace, Lu Ping put the matter down.

The weather is getting cooler day by day, and the moon is in the middle of the sky. Lu Ping has no plans to go to sleep. He sleeps too much in the afternoon and can't fall asleep at night. He can only sit at the table and write and draw. Do you want to pass the time by reading books? Trying to make myself sleepy earlier.

It was a bit cold inside the room, but because the stove was too late to heat up, Lu Ping could only put an extra unlined garment on his shoulders.

Yan Xuan searched for the light and came in, looking at Lu Ping who was reading with his head down, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, he put the cloak in his hand on Lu Ping's shoulders, tied a beautiful knot, got up and poured a cup of hot tea by Lu Ping's hand , Yan Xuancai sat beside him, and also picked up a book to read.

Listening to the movement around him, it wasn't until Yan Xuan sat down that Lu Ping took a sip of the teacup, "Now you can do these things more easily than Fushu."

"Who else here can stay up all night and stay with you?" Yan Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a light smile.

Lu Ping knew that it was wrong for him to stay up late at night, so he smiled and stopped talking, and lowered his head to concentrate on reading.

The book in his hand is not some metaphysical cheats, but simply a collection of stories. Lu Ping didn't know when there was another book like this on his bookshelf, but the stories in it were very interesting. Maybe it was a script written by a celestial master, and the stories were all mysterious. Mysterious, what sword spirit fell in love with mortals, sword spirit fell in love with celestial masters, ridiculous and presumptuous, but Lu Ping couldn't put it down.

Zuo has nothing to do when he has nothing to do, so he should pass the time.

But seeing this story now, Lu Ping is particularly short of breath. The sincere sword spirit fell in love with a romantic man, and the romantic man continued to be romantic, leaving only the sword spirit to give birth to a child, and finally committed suicide.

Feeling bored in his heart, Lu Ping tightened his hand holding the book. At this time, there were noisy footsteps outside the hall, and the palace people mixed together, rushing to one place, and the torches could still be seen through the window.

Lu Ping became more irritable and anxious because of those voices, "What's wrong?"

Yan Xuan pressed his shoulder, telling him to be calm, and was about to go out to have a look by himself, when he saw Fu Shu rushing in in a hurry.

Fushu was woken up from sleep. She was still listless, but her eyes were full of shock. When she ran to Lu Ping, Fushu knelt on the ground and put her forehead on the ground, "My lord! The great witch is dead."

"Pa-ta." Lu Ping let go, and the notebook in his hand fell to the ground. He froze in place, and then fell heavily into the chair as if he had lost all strength.