The feast was sumptuous, but if I were to tell you what was eaten at the feast, I had no impression at all. Leijiazhuang is on the mountain, and there are many mountain treasures at the banquet, and the table is full of dazzling. I sat next to my master, just picking up rice in my mouth, and when someone gave me cloth vegetables, I stuffed them into my mouth, and my tongue couldn't taste it at all, and I chewed and swallowed mechanically. The owner of Lei Zhuang smiled and asked me if it was delicious, and I nodded vigorously, but I didn't know which dish he was asking.

I went back to my room, closed the door, and closed the window again.

I can't tell what I'm afraid of.

Even after I went to bed, I put down the tent and tucked it tightly.

I took out the silk book wrapped in a handkerchief from my bosom, which was already hot from my body temperature. As soon as there was temperature, it seemed that the old and mysterious feeling on it had faded a lot.

I exhaled and reopened the booklet.

The line seemed to pop out of the first page, and every time I looked at it, it felt as if something was stuck in my chest, and I couldn't breathe.

The booklet is not thick, only about a dozen pages.

I felt my heart beating so fast that I turned the next page.

The handwriting inside is the same as the handwriting on the first page.

Lei Fang should have read it, she said that what was written in this was the practice of some illusions.

Yes, that's right, it's very simple and easy to understand. But that's not what I want to see.

I looked at it at a glance and quickly flipped backwards. The tent was airtight, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were dripping down. I rubbed two handfuls and rubbed my hand on my body.

When I turned to the last page, I finally found what I was looking for.

Conventionally, even if you copy someone else's book, you will leave a note that was copied in such and such a year and month. And this booklet is obviously not copied, but written down by himself, with some scattered middles, as if he picked it up again after a while and wrote it downwards.

There is also a sentence on the last page, with a stamp next to it.

When the real is fake, the fake is also true.

This sentence is a perfect match for the first page.

Wu Ning.

The cinnabar-colored imprint is long and dark, the imprint is narrow at the top and round at the bottom, and the middle is thin and thin, like a lady with a slender waist, slim and elegant. The witch character on the top looks beautiful and symmetrical, and the Ning character below is long and long, and the tip of the tail is slightly curved.

This scarlet mark, like a red-hot iron, scorched my eyes, and there was a fire burning in my chest.

Is this me?

Is it me?

Wu Ning, is it my name? Or is it a font size?

Why can't I remember? I can't make sense of the mixed emotions in my chest, and I can only be sure that those messes don't include my past.

The light in the tent was dim, and the dappled shadows seemed to contain countless hidden pasts, and I couldn't breathe, sweating like rain.

I don't know how long I was stunned by those two words, until I couldn't breathe at all, and I slammed open the tent and inhaled heavily.

The glow of dusk was reflected on the window screens, and the sun was about to set.

But it doesn't matter.

I almost screamed.

There was a man sitting in the room, and he sat down at the table and looked through a spare book on the table.

He glanced up at me and said in a cold voice, "Awake? ”

I almost choked on my own saliva.

Master, when did he come in? How long has he been sitting here?

I felt that my neck and back were as hard as stones, and I couldn't move, and my voice was astringent: "Master......"

"Pack up, we'll leave tomorrow morning."

So fast? I still have a lot of things to figure out. Why did this booklet appear in Leijiazhuang, do I have a grudge with the Lei family, and I still owe Lei Fang a painting.

"Where to go?"

He stood up and walked slowly towards me.

I looked at him stiffly, in disbelief.

Shigong raised his hand, and the slightly cool palm gently covered my wet forehead.

A chill spread from his palm to the top of my head, and then slowly spread. The scorching heat and pain that was about to suffocate just now receded like a tide.

I exhaled and inhaled as if I had come to life again.

He removed his hand.

I had the urge to pull his hand back and put it on top of my head again.

It was so comfortable, it was like ...... A clear spring came out of his palm, flowing from top to bottom, through my body.

"Don't be stunned, if you have anything to pack, you can pack it now, so that you don't have to delay your work tomorrow."

For the first time, I felt that his cold voice and expression would also be pleasant.

I don't have anything to pack but that booklet.

There are only two pieces of clothing, and a small burden. I wrapped the booklet and wrapped two more layers of handkerchiefs around it, as if to make sure it wouldn't be lost.

Maybe it's because I feel much safer. This secret hidden in my arms has made me feel uneasy.

"Master, there's something, I don't know what to do......"

He looked at me, "What's the matter?" ”

I didn't know where to start for a while, so I simply brought the pen wash of the case closer and let him see the shredded paper inside.

"Master, I want to learn illusion painting."

Send my master away, and I'll go find Lei Fang.

Jujube and another little girl were incense, and there was a smell of herbs in the yard, slightly choking.

"Hello Miss Qi." She smiled and said, "Come and see our girl?" ”

I nodded: "Sister Fang's illness, is it better?" ”

"Much better, girl, please come in."

Lei Fang lay on the bed with a handkerchief on his forehead. As soon as I entered the room, she quickly turned her head towards the door, and the handkerchief on her forehead fell off because of the movement. She grinned at me, "I'll show you a joke." ”

"It's too hot today." Jujube moved a stool over, and I sat on the edge of the bed: "Isn't it very uncomfortable?" ”

"It's much better, it's just that grandpa said not to tell me to get up, and I'll talk about it tomorrow."

I took out the painting I had brought and unfolded it, and on the paper was a green lotus pond, and under the willow tree stood a girl dressed in red, her face as delicate as a peach blossom.

Lei Fang's eyes widened: "It's already painted?" ”

"Well, for you."

The original painting has been ruined, and it has been blistered into slag. The one that Lei Fang sees now...... It's illusionism.

Lei Fang excitedly wanted to get up, but was stabbed back by the words of the date: "Second girl, if you are disobedient, I can only go and invite the owner and the eldest girl." ”

Lei Fang didn't care about being angry with her, and said happily: "Xiaosheng, thank you." I'm going to put this treasure away, hey, no one will show it. ”

It's best not to show it...... Although it took a lot of effort to cast the illusion, and it should be difficult to see through, it was not absolute. If it is debunked, it is just a blank piece of paper......

Illusion is a good idea, it is easy to shirk if someone finds a flaw, and it can also make Lei Fang happy.

Just now I always thought this was a good way to get the best of both worlds, but looking at Lei Fang's bright eyes, I felt very unhappy and unsure.

"By the way, Sister Fang, the booklet you gave me, the person who wrote it doesn't know if you recognize it?"

"Oh," Lei Fang only looked at the painting, and said absentmindedly: "I didn't pay attention, that booklet is very old, our Lei family ancestors have been learning swords for generations, that person should not be the elder of my family, and after so many years, who knows if that person is still in the world." ”

"That...... Sister Fang, do you have any other old books from this person? ”

Lei Fang thought for a while: "The old book pavilion has been demolished, and a lot of old paper or something in it has been lost, and some books have been moved to grandpa and sister." Maybe there's more, right? Do you like it? ”

I nodded straight at her.

She shouted, "Pear, pear, come in." ”

The girl agreed, "What do you command?" ”

"You go to the eldest girl's place, let the jujube go to grandpa and ask, when the library was demolished in the old year, there were any old books about illusion or something, if there were any, take them first."

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Suddenly thought of a very popular sentence, don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend......

And then I gave the chapter the name of it.。。

The big orange has a fever and whine, and if the throat is still inflamed by tomorrow, you will have to go to the hospital.