Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

From spring to autumn, there were two cold and hot summers, during which Qi Hsinchu lived in the mountains for a few days, and every time he went, he would bring Zhao Mingjing the good things he had saved these days.

Sometimes there are too many things, he is a little helpless, and said: "It's not easy to hide things here."

Only then did Qi Xinzhu remember that when he was living here before, he was fined to kneel in the mountains for three days and three nights because he found a dagger.

Qi Xinzhu reluctantly took back a bunch of things.

Finally, he handed him a piece of roasted pork knuckle, and said with bright eyes, "It's nothing else, you can try this, I bought it early in the morning."

Zhao Mingjing heard his words and asked, "Did the national teacher wait in line for a long time?"

Qi Hsinchu also held a smaller one in his hand, "That's not true. I originally opened this store, but it's just to deliver it while it's hot."

After being bored outside for the past few days, he discovered that the purchasing power of the people in the capital is actually very high, and there are many female relatives. He developed a few online celebrity products, and then found some celebrities to fry them, and they became popular immediately.

What's more, he is the biggest celebrity, as long as the things he used can be labeled as Mr. Guoshi, the sales volume and price will increase in the end.

Zhao Mingjing's eyes were also bent when he finished speaking with high spirits. He always believed that this person could bring the most surprises to others, but he didn't want too many people's eyes to be on him.

But Qi Hsinchu did not say that the most popular product he brought was "Suxiao Jiuxin Pill".

When he passed by the pharmacy he opened today, the slogan hanging on it was "Master Guo Shi, the magic medicine that can survive the age of 20 after taking it, get it as soon as it is sold out"

Qi Hsinchu couldn't help twitching when he saw the corner of his mouth. He really brought his marketing strategy to the extreme.

After eating a few pieces, Qi Xinzhu always felt that the food was indeed a bit greasy, so he said, "Why don't you call me by another name." Call it his name, after all, he is still very innocent now, he is not suitable to pierce that layer of window paper.

Zhao Mingjing's eyes lit up for no reason, and he asked, "What's your name?"

Qi Hsinchu wrote two words on the paper.

"Mr." Zhao Mingjing read it out.

Qi Xinzhu nodded vigorously.

"Mr. Qi," he seemed to try to read, and said again, "but generally only students would call the person who taught them Mr.." There was no such relationship between them, and he didn't like such a relationship.

Qi Hsinchu was stunned for a moment. The way he called Mr. Qi just now was very similar to Liang Ke in the previous life. Even though they had very few similar qualities, he actually had a strange sense of dislocation.

Zhao Mingjing just looked up and saw Qi Xinzhu, his expression just woke up from a trance, as if thinking of someone, but he clearly looked at himself.

He was looking at himself thinking about someone else, is that what that person called him?

A ball of anger rose in Zhao Mingjing's heart for no reason. Who was he looking at? He called Mr. Qi just now. Who was he thinking of?

Qi Xinzhu didn't know why he was suddenly angry, and even picked up the piece of paper and put it on the candle and burned it.

His voice was muffled, and he said with a little anger: "I don't like this title, I like to call you Master Guoshi." "

He already felt that he was becoming more and more greedy, he looked at Qi Xinzhu's face, if there was even a little bit of impatience on this face, he would apologize and do everything as he said, because even if he was Take yourself as a stand-in and ask yourself, he can't do without him anymore.

But Qi Hsinchu didn't, instead he said with some distress: "Forget it, forget it, then you can call it whatever you want." Anyway, he knew it was this person as long as he knew it.

Looking at his expression, Zhao Mingjing relaxed, they were very close, and he looked at Qi Xinzhu's white and transparent neck.

He suddenly wondered where Qi Xinzhu's tolerance for him was?

He slowly rested his chin on his shoulder in an intimate gesture, but only a small piece of his chin was in contact with the skin.

Maybe his skin was too hot, and the temperature suddenly began to be intensely transmitted through that small area between the two of them.

A tingling electric current passed through his body, and Qi Xinzhu heard him say, "Can I call you A Xing?"

It's rare that Qi Hsinchu can hear some pitifulness in his tone, he can't stand such a tone, every world is like that.

How could he say no.

"it is good."

Zhao Mingjing smiled again, revealing his neat and white teeth, with less gloom, more like a noble son from some family.

The two-year period is too fast to say, Qi Hsinchu only needs to go back and forth to the Reclining Buddha Temple a few times, and the time has come.

None of them mentioned it, but everyone knew that no one could possibly forget it.

Qi Hsinchu saw that Zhao Mingjing practiced sword more and more every morning, and every time he practiced until he was exhausted, he would call it a day. At that time, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

But every time Qi Hsinchu came, he would find an excuse to have him come over to serve him, so as to save him from having to meddle in those miscellaneous chores while practicing.

What's more, sometimes Zhao Mingjing knows what he needs better than Fuzi.

Once Zhao Mingjing asked him: "Why haven't you seen you taking that little servant with you when you went up the mountain several times?"

Qi Hsinchu lazily leaned on the chaise longue and ate fruit and said, "I asked Fuzi to help me manage the business of those stores. I just wanted him to try it. I didn't expect him to have a bright mind and do a good job. Just let him go."

After hearing this, Zhao Mingjing said calmly, "The most important thing he should do is serve the master."

Qi Hsinchu didn't take it seriously, he didn't need someone to wait on him all the time, and said: "He also said that he would come back, but I think he still likes to do something by himself. It's not that I can't do without people, I don't need He followed."

Zhao Mingjing actually disagreed in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a long time and said, "Ah Xing, I passed the holy water when I was eighteen."

Qi Hsinchu knew what he wanted to say. Recently, he was also trying to find out what the legendary holy water was and what he needed to do.

Zhao Mingjing interrupted him and said: "No, I want you not to get involved. This matter is too dangerous, so don't get involved." He paused, and then said: "I will feel bad."

Qi Xinzhu suddenly stopped what he was doing, frowned and turned his head to ask: "Then how are you going to explain to the King of the Western Regions?"

Zhao Mingjing said: "I've already thought up my excuse, you don't have to worry about it, and no matter what, I won't let them hurt you."

Qi Xinzhu looked at his face, he knew that Zhao Mingjing wanted to protect him, but he hated this kind of practice, how could he be able to watch the fire from the other side with peace of mind when the matter has come to this point?

Qi Xinzhu's face was a little gloomy, and he rarely spoke to him in such a tone.

"Listen well, you can do whatever you want, but don't mention it to me in the future, and don't hide anything from me, otherwise, you will never see me again in your life, whether you win or lose." Qi Hsinchu stared at him with a serious look on his face.

Zhao Mingjing was silent for a long time, his eyes were full of pleading, and finally turned into a firm refusal after hearing that sentence. If he lost him, how much meaning would there be?

Before he agreed to take the risk, it was supported by resentment in his heart. He wanted to ask his own father, the Tianliang Guoshi who said he was an evil star, what did he do wrong?

But later, he thought, could he be able to give Qi Hsinchu something better by sitting in that supreme position, and no matter what he wanted, he would be able to return it.

He finally nodded. With Qi Xinzhu's help, things would of course become easier, but he was still worried, and told him: "It's best not to make too much publicity. If it doesn't work, let it go. I'll think about other things." Method."

Qi Xinzhu knew that these words were just comforting, but he just nodded.

Although he is the person who presides over the holy water ceremony, it doesn't mean that he can manipulate everything, just like the examiner in the college entrance examination room, he is just an executor, and every move on the field will be exposed to everyone's eyes.

The so-called holy water is just normal mountain spring water plus a fruit juice called golden fruit, and then the spring water will turn a light yellow.

According to legend, the fruit has the effect of warding off evil spirits, and the water mixed in this way also has the ability to distinguish good and bad. , the yellow color in the water will be more intense, and it will slowly rotate around other people, and people who soak in it will also feel very comfortable.

But if one enters the evil temple with a human body, the holy water will roll and bubble violently like boiling, and then slowly corrode the skin of the person in the water until he utters a sharp cry, which is also the process of the evil being leaving the body.

Qi Hsinchu sat under the candlelight in his own study of the National Teacher's Mansion. On the table in front of him was a thick stack of ancient books and notes left by the previous National Teacher.

After searching for so many days, he found very little about the golden fruit. He only saw in an anecdote that this thing has the effect of stopping bleeding and filling the stomach. The name is golden, tasteless to eat, and if it is eaten before it is fully ripe, it is highly poisonous and will slowly corrode the human intestine.

Later, he carefully read Tianliang Guoshi's notes, which contained his thoughts on learning astrology.

But he searched in it for a long time, and he didn't see any description of the golden fruit. He turned to the content of the day when Concubine Li had a difficult labor.

But for some reason, that part of the notes was artificially torn up. It was unreasonable for him not to leave even a trace of notes for such a big matter. What's more, he did find traces of being torn up in the blank space during that period of time.