Besides, he fought hard, he used all the methods, even the legendary method of recognizing the Lord by dripping blood.

He also deliberately took blood from the middle finger of his left hand.

Legend has it that the blood of the middle finger is unique and mysterious, different from the blood of other fingers, and has the function of channeling.

In folklore, there are often ill-intentioned carpenters who are dissatisfied with the hospitality of the host when building a house for others, so they maliciously carve a small puppet, and then drip the blood of the middle finger and bury it under the foundation or under the root of the wall.

Of course, there is no scientific basis for this statement, but there is a vast market among the people, in fact, it is the method of witchcraft in the Qin and Han dynasties, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty not only killed the prince because of a witch case, but also killed many scholars, which made the world uneasy, and he had to issue an edict of guilt.

The method of dripping blood to recognize the Lord does not work, and what is even more strange is that the blood cannot penetrate the canvas at all.

If it is said that the blood does not recognize the Lord, this is expected, but the blood cannot penetrate the canvas, which is too weird.

The canvas is not an iron plate, how can blood not penetrate it?

He watched as drops of his blood rolled off the canvas, the blood in his body was about to freeze, and he really didn't know what kind of monster he had created.

He walked to the fire and sat and roasted for a long time, and then his body warmed up. The blood was flowing through his veins again, and he could even hear the sound of blood rushing.

If he confesses that the Lord is not working, he will change his consciousness and penetrate.

Although he has practiced meditation for many years, what he is practicing is not an immortal method, and his divine sense cannot be released at all, so what is there to talk about? That's nothing. However, he came up with a solution, which was to contemplate every stroke he had drawn next to the painting, hoping to arouse the resonance inside, which was also a kind of ritual of acknowledging the Lord.

In the end, of course, he failed without surprise.

"You're tinkering with that painting again, and you're making the house ghostly?" Xiao Nier pushed the door in and asked.

Besides, the room was often full of ghosts, Xiao Nier had long known it, she was used to it, and as soon as she came in, she knew that he was tinkering with that painting again.

According to her thoughts, this evil thing should be thrown away quickly, although it has saved several lives, but who knows which one will kill them.

Besides, it's not that he hasn't thought about it like this, he feels reluctant, and he feels that since he created it himself, he shouldn't be ruthless in poisoning himself, he thinks like this with luck and self-comfort, and he doesn't grasp it at all.

"I'm fine, research."

Besides, knowing that Xiao Nier was a little afraid of this painting, she stopped for a while and locked the painting in the closet.

Xiao Nier knew that she couldn't persuade him, so she didn't say much, rubbed her hands and said, "It's so cold." ”

Besides, he frowned and looked at her with a wry smile, in this winter, she wore a close-fitting underwear and ran over, no wonder she wasn't cold.

Xiao Nier shouted cold all the way, and the farther she went north, the more she yelled, but asking her to add more clothes was tantamount to saying that when she arrived in Beijing, she wore as much as she did in Nanjing.

Although the houses in the north have warm things such as ondols, fire walls, and hearths, the inside of the house is indeed not colder than Nanjing, but the outside is really different.

There is no thermometer, and it can be estimated that the temperature outside is about minus 25 degrees, so on such a cold day, she ran from the inner house to the outer house, wearing only thin underwear, and it was good that she didn't freeze and dried.

This reminded him of the young women in his previous life who loved beauty more than their own bodies, and they also wore skirts in the cold and snow, and they were bare-legged, and it seemed that there was no limit to people's adaptability to the cold.

He himself is both cold and heat resistant, and he also wears a cotton jacket so that he doesn't feel cold, just to avoid attracting attention, and he still wears thick fur clothes when he goes out.

"You're hot, give me warmth."

Xiao Nier sat unceremoniously in his arms, and put her cold hand into his clothes to keep warm.

Besides, he smiled bitterly: "You use me as a stove?" ”

"Well, you're the meat stove." Xiao Nier said very seriously.

"Mmmm, I'm resigned to my fate."

Besides, he had to nod, he played the role of a meat stove along the way, and he had long been used to it, but today was the first time he made it clear.

He still felt very guilty about Xiao Nier, and this time he went to Beijing with the mood of going to death. The reason why he is desperate for death is because the ancestors of the Kuang family have always lived a life of fleeing for their lives, and he doesn't want to go on any longer, and wants to survive in death once, even if it is at the cost of his own life.

Before leaving, he left a note for his teacher Chen Musa, which recorded Dongpo's poem: No official is light, and everything is enough to have a son.

This shows his true psychology, if he doesn't have children, he may really want to escape, but with children and offspring, he really thinks that even if he dies, it's not a big deal.

To come to Beijing is to enter the mouth of the tiger, which he knew when he set off, but he was not sure whether he would really enter the city alive.

Now that he has settled down in Beijing, this is actually an initial victory.

But the people who wanted to kill him are now in Beijing, and he knows that. He is now in the mouth of a tiger, and under the eyes of a pack of wolves, the danger index cannot be overestimated.

He sometimes even laughed at himself and wondered if the emperor rewarded him with the title of a five-grade brocade guard, because he knew that he would die, but still came to Beijing.

If he was following the will of the emperor at the beginning of the journey, he received the holy decree of the present in the second half of the journey, and he was called to be cautious regardless of the previous emperor and the present, perhaps it was this attitude that won the emperor's appreciation.

What's going on in this matter, what is the emperor's mind, even Zhang Juzheng, who knows the emperor's mind best, is confused, let alone others.

Zhang Juzheng really wanted to help him, and inquired through the people around Emperor Longqing, but unfortunately these people didn't know the emperor's thoughts, this time the appointment of the emperor was the real dictatorship, Emperor Longqing rarely did this, generally speaking, whether it was government affairs or official appointments, he had to listen to Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng's opinions before deciding, especially Gao Gong's opinions, which were the most important to Emperor Longqing. This time when he entered Beijing, Emperor Longqing made a series of arrangements, but they all directly skipped Gao Gong and Zhang Juzheng, and conveyed orders through the internal supervisors.

Although he only got a five-grade Jinyi Guard, his imperial doctor was just a name, and he had no rank, and his official identity was the commander of the Jinyi Guard, but at the beginning of the new dynasty, the appointment of all officials should be drawn up by Gao Gong, a scholar and a scholar, and then obtain the emperor's approval, which is the official procedure.

Gao Gong doesn't seem to have a problem with this, and he also shows green eyes everywhere, and he looks impressed, so many people think that he is the upstart of the dynasty, and he will only take off in a few years.

Besides, he knows this best, not to mention Qingyun, it is difficult to say whether he can save his life in the future.

He could predict that once he suffered, Zhou Dingcheng and Xiao Nier would also lose their lives, so he insisted on coming to Beijing alone at the beginning, but unfortunately Zhou Dingcheng couldn't get rid of it at all, insisting that following him was his mission. That's it, Xiao Nier is also entangled like kraft candy, insisting on life and death with him.

Zuo Ling and Pomegranate are not without the determination to die with him, but they are more rational, knowing that it is not worth jumping into the fire pit together, and someone must raise the child to adulthood, which is more important, so they all stay in Nanjing, but the psychological torture may be worse than Xiao Nier.

Besides, it was also comfortable to hold Xiao Nier on the stove, and after a while, Xiao Nier was a little confused and wanted to fall asleep.

At this moment, his body suddenly stiffened, and he heard Zhou Dingcheng's footsteps outside.

Zhou Dingcheng's light skills are good, he is indeed walking like a cat, and his steps are as brisk as a cat, but after all, he has not reached the realm of stepping on the snow without a trace, and he can still hear his footsteps, and from his hurried footsteps, he can feel that something must have happened.

He expanded his hearing outward, but it seemed to encounter an invisible wall, blocking his hearing, and the chill in his heart was even worse, this situation showed that there was really a master outside, and he knew that his hearing was outstanding, and deliberately used means to block his hearing.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Nier suddenly came to her senses.

"It's okay, it seems that the eldest brother is patrolling outside." Besides.

"Is he drinking too much again, or is he as idle as you, the whole house is empty, what are you inspecting?" Xiao Nier didn't care, and curled up in her arms, wanting to sleep.

Suddenly, Zhou Dingcheng came to his window, just snapped his fingers, indicating that it was okay and he could sleep in peace.

Besides, he knew in his heart: Zhou Dingcheng must have met someone, and said a few words to that person, as for who the person was, he had already guessed in his heart that it must be Murong Yanran's master and apprentice who would never leave him.

Only when he meets the two of them, Zhou Dingcheng can rest assured that he is fine, and if he meets someone else, he will issue a warning.

I hadn't seen them since I had been at odds with the pair for a few months, but I could often feel them around me.

In this regard, he pretended not to feel it, and never wanted to contact them, and he not only had resistance to the Qinwang faction in the mainland and the overseas monarch organization, but also wanted to completely break off with them. As for his father and sister overseas, he also wants to think about picking them up in the future, at least his father Guo Zhong and his sister Guo Yu are still not in personal danger.

He is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, he can't protect himself, and it's useless to think about it anymore, so he can only wait until he has enough strength to think about his father and sister at that time.

But there is one thing that he can't shake, that is, he must not fall into the hands of the royal organization with his father and sister, otherwise he will become a puppet in the hands of others.

It was precisely because of this sober understanding that he regarded the dead end of Beijing as a way to live, and forced himself to survive in the midst of death, because he had no other way to go.