On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

Qu Chunfeng hadn't returned to the fishing house for a while, and the tables and chairs inside were covered with a thick layer of dust. He looked around and found traces of being rummaged, and the walls were carved with a knife. A rune pattern——

It is Tianyimen's contact code.

Qu Chunfeng guessed in his heart that Mingxuan and the others had come to look for him, calculated the time, frowned, walked out of the house and went down the mountain along the path to the market in the town.

Quanzhou is located in a remote place, and the market is the only place that is reasonably lively. Vendors are scattered on both sides of the road, shouting constantly. Because of the war, the price of rice has more than doubled. It can be said that people's livelihood is very difficult.

At the beginning, Qu Chunfeng only ordered Mingxuan and them to disguise themselves as poor people and stay at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't know how to find them. He was about to go to the governor's office in Quanzhou to inquire about the situation, and when he passed by the West Market, he saw a fortune-telling booth full of people. , couldn't help but walked over and took a look.

The fortune-telling stall owner was dressed as a Taoist priest. He looked about 20 years old, but he had a long beard, and a piece of dog skin plaster was stuck on his left cheek. He was shaking his head and telling a girl's fortune: "Guan girl's birth date is horoscope. When I was young, I had a bumpy life, which endangered my life." , but if you get through it, you will be extremely happy, you are born of water, and the son of the Jin family belongs to fire, if you get married, it will be incompatible with water and fire, it is very wrong."

The girl sat opposite, and she was both happy and worried when she heard the words: "You are really right. When I was young, my family slipped and fell from the mountain and almost hurt their lives. Fortunately, a barefoot doctor saved me and survived. They all said you It’s a fortune teller, but I still don’t believe it, so it’s true.”

A few days ago, there suddenly appeared a group of Taoist priests who set up fortune-telling booths in the town. Countless, the queues can line up from East Street to West Street.

Qu Chunfeng watched quietly from the side, and when everyone was almost gone, he raised his sword and sat opposite the fortune teller, and pressed the heavy black iron sword on the table with a bang. He only said two words: "Fortune-telling."

The fortune teller was counting the silver with his head bowed, and said without raising his head, "What is it?"

Qu Chunfeng said with no emotion in his voice: "Calculate what my incompetent junior is doing."

The fortune teller paused after hearing the words, and finally realized something was wrong. He looked up subconsciously, and saw Qu Chunfeng sitting opposite him. He jumped up from his chair as if he had seen a ghost, and shouted in panic. Said: "Master, master, master... brother!!!"

This person is obviously 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, his majesty is unquestionable. Mingxuan knew it was wrong just by looking at his ugly face. After hesitating for a long time, he didn't dare to sit back again. He stood aside cowardly, stammering and explaining: "Brother...Brother, you told us to disguise ourselves as ordinary people so as not to be discovered."

"Bastard!" Qu Chunfeng slapped his palm, shaking the table twice, "Did Master teach you Kanyu, Numerology, Yin Yang and Five Elements so that you can come here to set up a fortune-telling booth?!"

Mingxuan was frightened by him, and took a few steps back unconsciously, so as not to accidentally hurt himself, he bravely argued in a low voice: "Elder brother, you let us pretend to be ordinary people, we don't know anything else, we can't It’s even more shameful to go to the pier to carry big bags.”

Taoist priests only know about ghosts and ghosts. What else is more suitable for them than fortune-telling?Catch fish?

Qu Chun got angry: "You!"

Although the truth is the same, it would be too insulting to the sect if the disciples of the dignified Tianyi sect set up a fortune-telling stall in the downtown area. Qu Chunfeng looked ugly, but seeing Mingxuan scrutinizing him by the side, he looked like a thief Rat, the anger has subsided a little.

This is a busy market place, Qu Chunfeng didn't want to attract attention, so he took his sword back and got up from the booth: "Where are they?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be angry, Mingxuan cautiously approached him, and counted with his fingers: "That's a little far away, the third junior brother is telling fortunes on the East Street, the fourth junior brother is telling fortunes on the South Street, and the fifth junior brother is telling fortunes on the North Street. By the way, I went to show Fengshui to Yuanwai's house in the town, six... 666 Hey brother, let go, it hurts, hurts!"

Mingxuan's ears were almost twisted off by Qu Chunfeng, and he jumped on the spot anxiously: "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-month period, I think you don't want to die, and you still want to set up a fortune-telling stall here?!"

Mingxuan rubbed his ears, and muttered in a low voice: "Eldest brother, I went up the mountain to look for you, but you were not here. Besides, if we want to die, it depends on whether the emperor will give it to us. How happy we can live."

Hearing this, Qu Chunfeng looked at him hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything, silently clenched the sword in his hand, with a rare struggle on his face, and finally took out a sword from the Qiankun bag. The white medicine bottle was placed on the table, and there was a dull sound: "This is the dose for January. I have something to discuss with the governor of Quanzhou. You must not act rashly and wait for the news."

Tianyimen does not belong to any official office of the imperial court, and only obeys the emperor's orders, but most of them are proficient in mystical arts, and they are proficient in the art of avoiding armor. It is necessary to take an antidote every half a month, otherwise, the power will be exhausted, and the bones will be broken and die.

All the outer disciples from Tianyi Sect, from Hong Guanwei to the last one, were poisoned by this poison.

Looking for the traces of the merman this time, seeking the art of longevity, it is expected that it will take a long time, Emperor Zhaoning gave the antidote for half a year, and handed them all to Qu Chunfeng for safekeeping. Take the antidote, that's why he's rushing back to shore.

Mingxuan took the medicine bottle, threw one into his mouth, and chewed it twice like chewing a jelly bean: "Senior brother, what are you doing with the governor of Quanzhou? I'll accompany you. By the way, these days you Where did you go, did you find any traces of the shark?"

Hearing this, Qu Chunfeng paused and returned to normal. He walked on the crowded street without turning his head, and only said one word: "Nothing."

Mingxuan didn't doubt that there was him, and didn't even care about the booth, so he followed him: "Then senior brother, how can we go back to Beijing to return to life?"

Qu Chunfeng said that there are no mermen, he believed it, but the emperor had to believe it. Emperor Zhaoning’s health has been deteriorating recently, and he has already gone mad if he wants to live forever. When they die, they will be buried with them.

Mingxuan murmured in his heart, if he hadn't been poisoned, he wouldn't have wanted to serve the emperor a long time ago, he might as well tell his fortune in this place.

Qu Chunfeng was in a turmoil, thinking about countermeasures in his heart. Seeing Mingxuan following him, he frowned and said, "You send them the antidote, don't follow me."

Mingxuan: "Senior brother, I didn't follow you. The third junior brother is setting up a stall in the street ahead. I'll deliver medicine to him."

Qu Chunfeng: "..."

The matter of searching for the longevity medicine for the emperor is very strict, and has not been revealed to the outside world. Wu Xianrong, the governor of Quanzhou, is also anxious every day, like ants on a hot pot. It is good to find the mermaid. what to do?

Especially when Beijing, China, Japan and Japan sent special envoys to inquire about the situation, Wu Xianrong found it even more troublesome. It would be great if he knew the situation, but the problem is that he doesn't know at all. All to no avail.

One day, Wu Xianrong was scratching his head and scratching his head at the secret letter from Beijing, his hair was bald and he didn't know how to reply to the letter. Suddenly, the servants from the outside ran in all the way to announce: "My lord! My lord!"

Wu Xianrong was annoyed, when he heard the words, he threw the lake pen in his hand and splashed ink on the floor tiles under the hall: "Bastard, what's the noise?!"

The yamen servant ran out of breath, pointed to the outside and said: "My... my lord... the national teacher is here and is waiting outside. You can go down with your subordinates!"

Wu Xianrong stood up from his seat abruptly after hearing the words: "Who did you say is here?!"

The yamen servant said out of breath: "Master, my lord, he is waiting in the inner hall."

Wu Xianrong was overjoyed, and hurried out from behind the table, carrying a corner of the official robe and ran out in a hurry: "Hurry up, come with me to meet the national teacher!"

Qu Chunfeng was sitting and waiting in the inner hall. The maid served some tea and fruit snacks and stood aside respectfully to wait for orders. A copper censer with auspicious beasts in the middle emitted a wisp of green smoke from the beast's mouth, which was refreshing to smell.

Qu Chunfeng glanced at the teacup, saw that the glaze color of the cup wall was pleasant, the porcelain white was delicate, the price should be expensive, and the tea leaves in it were also of high-quality quality, which was similar in color to the tributes in the palace. Happier than an emperor.

It didn't take long before Wu Xianrong hurried over. He straightened his clothes at the door first, then took a breath, walked in, saluted Qu Chunfeng, and said, "Your official Wu Xianrong, I don't know that the national teacher is here. I don’t know if I’m far away from welcoming you, so don’t blame me if I still hope, I don’t know what orders the national teacher has come here to come here?”

He actually wanted to ask the shark if he found it, but he didn't have the courage to ask, knowing too much is not a good thing.

Qu Chunfeng looked at him quietly, seeing Wu Xianrong's eyeballs rolled up and down, looking completely restless, he didn't say much, but asked: "Is there any letter from Beijing these days?"

His aura is too cold, and he is in a high position, which inevitably makes Wu Xianrong feel a little bit jealous. Hearing this, he replied honestly: "Your Majesty sent special envoys to send secret letters every day, and he attaches great importance to the matter of Yuren. Your Majesty The official is dull and doesn't know how to answer, so I ask the national teacher for advice."

After saying this, he winked at the attendant outside the door: "Go, get the secret letter from the official table."

The attendant nodded yes, hurried to get it, and came back in a while, with a thick stack of confidential letters in his hand, Wu Xianrong took it from him, and put it in Qu Chunfeng's hand respectfully: "Please look over it, sir."

Emperor Zhaoning was far more anxious than Qu Chunfeng imagined, but in a short period of time, he sent thirteen sealed letters in succession, all of which were similar in content, just wanting to know about the situation of the elixir of life. The flatterer, who has been an official for many years, is also a little clever, and he didn't talk too much, and his reply was only vague, without revealing any substantive information.

Qu Chunfeng went through the letters one by one, saw the familiar handwriting on the first few letters, probably written by Emperor Zhaoning himself, but the latter was written by someone else.

As the king of a country, Emperor Zhaoning's handwriting was naturally sharp, but the handwriting looked flimsy and weak, and even trembled in many places, it was clearly a sign of a serious illness.

Qu Chunfeng shook the letter paper, smelled a very faint smell of medicine in his nostrils, and squinted his eyes silently.