When night fell, Wen Qingwu changed into a white shirt after bathing. This white shirt is much more comfortable to wear than a skirt that strangles the chest.

Wen Qingwu sat at the only table in the room, bowing his head and drawing carefully. Liu Ye stood behind her and gently wiped her hair.

There was no palace lamp outside the room, nor a bright lamp, but a candle on the table, with a face that shone faintly in the room.

Wen Qingwu rubbed his eyes, and every time he drew a little, he had to close his eyes and rest. She knew too well that reading at night was a lot of eyes. In the previous life, I stayed up all night and studied hard in the cold window, and my eyes were broken.

In this life, she has these bright and beautiful eyes, and she regards them as treasures.

After a long time, Wen Qingwu put down the pen, looked at the paper in his hand one by one, and after confirming that it was correct, he handed it to Liuji, who was waiting next to him: "The first three grasses, in the flower bed of the jasmine field, each take five leaves." Two flowers in the middle, in the flower field of the crane orchid. The red one picks one, and the purple one only has three petals. The last flower, in the flower field of the jade feather tube. It is not flowers or leaves that I want, but insects that cling to the leaves at night. I drew it on it. ”

Liuji listened to Wen Qingwu's words and flipped through the drawing paper in his hand. Look closely.

"Yes." Ruyoshi answered, turned around and walked outside the house, and disappeared as soon as he turned around.

"Master, your hair is dry, but you're going to sleep?" Liu Ye asked. Wen Qingwu looked out of the dark window and responded, "Okay." ”

The next morning, the morning sun was obscured by thick clouds, and after a sunny day, the sky became overcast.

The small building of the East Garden is the highest position in the entire East Garden. The dilapidated dilapidated fence, the collapsed collapsed, the view unobstructed. One glance is one step at a glance and you can see far away.

At this time, Wen Qingwu was sitting cross-legged upstairs, with an unfolded cloth in his hand, which was full of strange flowers and plants, and two or three bottles and jars, which contained all kinds of powder. There's even a white bug.

There was a basin of water next to the cloth, and Wen Qingwu put a large stone and a small stone for hammering medicinal juice in front of him.

Willow Leaf was pulling the grasshopper downstairs, and Ruyoshi stood on the edge of the upstairs, watching the surroundings warily.

After tinkering for a long time, Wen Qingwu got up, clapped his hands, and asked Ruji to come over.

Liuji heard the command and walked to Wen Qingwu's side: "Master" The sentence "What do you command" was not yet spoken, only to see a stream of powder sprinkled over, out of instinct to prevent Liuji to avoid it, but still inhaled a lot into his nose.

The next moment, he quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and took a few steps back.

"Master, what is this?" asked Liuji as he looked at Wen Qingwu. Before he could speak, he felt his brain dizzy, as if he was about to fall.

Wen Qingwu stood in front of Liuji, seeing that he hadn't finished speaking, his body shook, but he didn't fall to the side, but stood up straight. Motionless, looking ahead.

Wen Qingwu walked into Ruji, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, Liuji didn't move, and the whole person froze in place.

Wen Qingwu circled around Liuji twice, standing on tiptoe to widen his already open eyelids, and the pupils inside shrank a little, leaving only the whites of his eyes. At first glance it looks a little scary.

Wen Qingwu stretched out the branch and poked Ruyoshi, making sure that he had lost his mind, so he stood in front of Ruji. Closing his eyes, he made a strange gesture with his fingertips, shaking and whispering rapidly.

Suddenly, a breeze rose on the flat ground, brushing Wen Qingwu's hair. At this moment, Wen Qingwu suddenly opened his eyes and stomped on his feet: "Medium!" ”

When the words fell, Liuji's whole body shook, his head slowly turned, and he looked at Wen Qingwu steadily.

Say look, it's not look. The pupils, which only have the whites of the eyes, can't be focused.

Wen Qingwu faced Liuji and took two steps back. Ruyoshi's stiff body moved, lifting his heels to Wen Qingwu. Wen Qingwu walked to the side again, and Liuji raised his feet and followed without leaving the ground.

Wen Qingwu stood still and looked at Ruji seriously.

This was the first time she had used witchcraft.

I used to only learn, but I never used it. In fact, it's not a witch, it's just a simple illusion, and it also relies on the illusion of witchcraft. This is the most basic of witchcraft, and it is also a measure of the depth of a person's witchcraft.

The deeper the sorcery, the longer it takes to cast the illusion, and vice versa.

"What's your name?" Wen Qingwu asked as he stood in front of Ruyoshi.

"Ruyoshi."

"Where?" Wen Qingwu looked directly into Ruyoshi's eyes.

"Xiangzhou Huailin people." Ruyoshi's lips closed one by one, and he replied woodenly.

"What was done before, what is done now." Wen Qingwu looked directly at Liuji's pupils full of whites of his eyes.

"In the past, I was a dead soldier from the Qi Palace, and now I serve Wen Qingwu."

Although he knew that this was because of the illusion, Wen Qingwu was still a little dissatisfied when he heard this answer.

It's okay that this is an illusion cast by herself, but if one day, the people around her, even her, are all used to cast illusions and let others slaughter them like this.

Ruyoshi's black pupils slowly grew larger from a little bit, and when he came back to his senses in a trance, it was already half an hour later. The basin has been poured out of water. The flowers, plants, bottles, cans, and small insects on the cloth are long gone. The things on it have been cleaned up, and his master, Wen Qingwu, is sitting on the swing, leaning on the green vines, looking at the sea of flowers downstairs, not knowing what he is thinking.

"Master, this" Liuji wanted to speak and stopped, he just shook his senses, came back to his senses, how did he feel a little wrong.

"What about those things?" Ruji walked towards Wen Qingwu, his gaze swept over the place where the things were placed.

"It's all put away." Wen Qingwu replied. She looked at the sky.

Half an hour. If it's a grandmother, one illusion is enough to last a whole day. She could only last half a quarter of an hour.

"Huh?" Ruyoshi was surprised: "When did you put it away?" "Isn't he just a trance, why is it finished? Speaking of trance, Liuji frowned and looked at Wen Qingwu and wondered, "What did the master just sprinkle to the slave?" ”

"A medicine for the mind." Wen Qingwu replied, retracting his gaze and looking at Liuji: "You say, will this medicine be useful to Ji Fang?" ”

Ruyoshi wondered: "How can it be useful, just a trance, and it will be even worse when he comes back to his senses." As he spoke, his wrist moved, and the dantian lifted his breath and ran around his body, feeling the breath of internal force.

"Your medicine doesn't have much effect on your body." Ruji worried: "This has been used, except for that trance, it has no effect." ”

The wind in the flower field blew through the flower branches, and Wen Qingwu sat up straight: "Is half an hour enough?" ”

"Enough for what?" Ruyoshi asked suspiciously.

"Is it enough for you to take Ji Fang?" Wen Qingwu looked at Liuji and asked, "If he doesn't move for half a quarter of an hour." ”