"Soul transfer? Really?" Ziche was frightened, and while pulling the paper in Feng Xin's hand, he held it high and compared it over and over again, and looked at it for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"This looks far worse than Xi Zhouwen, are you sure?" He asked earnestly.

"Not sure." Feng Xin shook his head honestly and replied seriously.

Ziche was about to open his mouth, but before he could react, Feng Xin then asked, "Have you ever heard of the knotted rope?"

Ziche nodded and said, "You know, don't you just remember things by tying knots in the rope, it matters?"

Knotting rope is a method used by the ancient people to record things by tying knots on rope.

Whenever there is a big thing, a big knot is tied up, and a small knot is tied when a small thing happens. The number and size of the knots and even the position of the knots all mean different things. However, as human life becomes more complex, the way of knotting ropes can no longer meet the needs of human development.

"Well, the text on this is earlier than the Yin Shang of the Western Zhou Dynasty, and it is almost parallel to the knotted rope. I don't know if I say because there was a lack of writing tools at that time, and the number of words in the text was not much, about a dozen, and they were all fairly simple lines. These words can mean many things at the same time, and they can be put together, so they need to be cross-contextualized, but we have neither the above nor the next, and that's probably the only way we can speculate." Feng Xin chair is in the middle of the two doors, and the four doors on both sides are carved with the elegant scenery of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum

Unfortunately, the wooden door panel is not resistant to humidity and heat, and it has fallen into disrepair for a long time, and the whole piece looks gray and broken, and there are traces of moth-infestation infestation.

He straightened up, leaned close to the shoulder of the sub-car, pointed to one of the curves, and said, "Like this, it means long or elongated, but it also has the meaning of transformation and arrival." He was blunted for a moment, and then went on to explain, "Mainly, the two circles above it, which represent the heart and the eye, respectively, and the meaning of seeing people together, but also the interpretation of life, consciousness, memory, and soul, which is a literal transliteration."

Ziche thought about it, raised his eyebrows, and said incredulously, "What soul transfer...... Isn't this the art of immortality?"

Feng Xin tore off the remaining yellowed cotton paper wool on the bamboo chrysanthemum door one by one, and said flatly, "...... I don't think so. I have the impression that I have seen similar manuscripts before, and the content is similar to this one, although it is only a short paragraph, but it does not mention any old, old, corrupt or anything like that. In my opinion...... Immortality and immortality are two different things."

「...... You mean, being immortal doesn't have to be immortal, and not being old doesn't necessarily mean not dying?" At first glance, Ziche was dumbfounded, and it took a while to find his voice.

"Huh?? Immortality and immortality have nothing to do with each other in terms of words or meanings, but later generations have gradually spelled it together into one word and combined it into an ambiguous concept. But in the end, this is just my speculation, and I think most people in this world agree with you that this is the secret of the art of immortality." Feng Xin rubbed the dust on his fingertips.

"Could it be that if the information on these eight pieces of paper is put together, it will be the full text of this secret art?" Ziche was talking to himself on the side.

"Quite possibly. It was natural for Shangguan Wan'er or Empress Wu to want to get this secret technique. I just don't understand, why did Wang Yun call Jiang Jie? Even though we are both Lijingmen, I really can't trust him." Feng Xin's eyebrows revealed a slight uneasiness, "How much do you know about this Liu Xunfeng?"

Ziche shrugged and said, "I don't know much, I only know that most of the cases are handled by him alone. I've only taken it once so far, and my background is similar to yours. His grandfather is the son of the former general, and it is not clear whether his father has also entered the court, but this person is quite watery, and his breath-holding effort is more than double mine, and the last time I went down the channel with him, I was an eye-opener."

"More than double, not nearly a quarter of an hour." In the case of not testing the depth of the law, for the well-trained people in the door, holding half an hour is already the limit, this Liu Xunfeng is either talented or his training is more rigorous than anyone else.

"Yes, I was surprised, too. We don't hold our breath for a short time, but there are people outside of people."

"Okay, even if it's only one experience working together, do you think he can be trusted?"

Ziche turned his neck and shoulders to relax his bones, and his tone was obviously disdainful: "I can't guarantee it, you know it." But no matter what, it's better than that." As he spoke, a thought popped through his head, "Wait, that's not right."

"What do you think?" Feng Xin looked up at him.

The sub-driver covered his lips and pondered for a while and asked, "This Jiang Jiao...... What is he good at?"

"Test poison. His nose and tongue are more useful than silver chopsticks."

"So he's not Hawkeye?" As he spoke, Ziche detoured to the center of the flower hall, gestured with his hand and continued, "Think about it, we were in that teahouse that day, and the central desk was about this position."

"Uh-huh."

"And he was standing here at the second pillar." As he spoke, he walked to the corresponding distance again, simulating the situation of the day.

"According to what you say, Jiang Jie's eyesight in the door is actually not top-notch, although the joint of the human bones is indeed a little different in color under the firelight, but this distance is ...... There were two coffins in the middle, and it was almost two meters to say the least, how could he see so clearly at once?" Ziche emphasized this distance with his hands, and his face was full of disbelief.

The corners of Feng Xin's mouth twitched unnaturally, and the miserable blue was all the way from his face to his neck, and the bruises on his arms were also stretched out due to the exertion. He knew in his heart that what Ziche said was not unreasonable, the seams of those human bones were indeed not easy to detect, and even other people had to observe closely before they realized that there was something hidden in the bones, if they didn't know in advance, otherwise how could they see it at the first time.

"Thinking about it now, it feels like he's in charge, and if he hadn't noticed that crack, we'd probably just fall. This time, the old men of the two sects have disappeared one after another, and it has nothing to do with this immortal technique." Ziche continued to ask with a solemn expression, "Feng Xin, even if I have a friendship with you, we are not from the same door after all. There should be no shortage of rules, and I also exchanged letters with Liu Xunfeng before going to the teahouse, maybe I shouldn't have asked that...... But, have you read that Jiang Jiao's letter?"

Feng Xin closed his eyes, trembling all over, and even his hands on the window frame were pinched with a rattling sound, and the wooden frame that was eaten by termites couldn't help Feng Xin's exertion finally collapsed. "It's me who was careless, Wang Yun has been out of touch for a long time, and I was also a little anxious, he came to me at that time, and the content of the letter he told was exactly the same as yours, and I didn't suspect fraud at the time......

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and the pines and cypresses in the courtyard of the courtyard should be vigorous all year round, but now only the dead branches are left to be more dead.

Ziche said, "I think this Jiang Gong is weird, and there are too many flaws in the people of Lijingmen. I think it's deliberate, so that we can relax on him. His mind was all about the corpse that day, and he didn't pay much attention to this person. No wonder Xuanhua was urgently summoned to the palace only two days after the incident, and he is very likely to be Shangguan Wan'er's undercover agent."

"Undercover? All right. Looks like we'll have to find out for ourselves." If you don't enter the tiger's den, Feng Xin decided to go by herself.

"What are your plans?"

"If it was really Shangguan Wan'er's doing, then this thing must be put in her own room, and she can only start with her private academy first."

......

Shangguan Wan'er?

Somehow, as soon as Ziche mentioned this name, I felt wrong, it seemed that there was something very important, and I forgot about it.

I really don't know anything about history anymore, but how strange I think about it, so I asked, "Hey, who do you say this Shangguan Wan'er is?"

Ziche replied, "She is the female prime minister of the current dynasty."