When I thought of this, I couldn't help but ask, "Master, have you already calculated that I can be swept down by the dragon waves?" ”

Ye Sanqi shook his head: "It's really not." I just counted that during that time, there was a chance to find the fragment in the river. Unexpectedly, the dragon wave didn't rush over to me, but it rushed you over. ”

Ye Sanqi said again: "Actually, you are also someone I can't count. I've calculated you a few times, but I haven't figured out your past or future. ”

"That's why I'm hesitant to teach you the secret art of Qimen."

I was also confused: "Master, why don't I understand what you mean?" You don't plan to teach me the secret arts, so why do you take me as an apprentice? ”

Ye Sanqi said: "You are not the apprentice I chose, but the apprentice my master chose for me." ”

"The disciples of our lineage can't accept disciples privately, and the master chooses disciples for the apprentices."

"Your ancestor left early, and his last hexagram before his death was counted as my disciple. He said to me: The person who can see you three times and let you take the initiative to save you three times is your apprentice. ”

"I rarely took the initiative to save people before, but the first time I saw you, I wanted to save your life for some reason. This is the relationship between us and our mentorship. ”

"Today's incident has made me figure it out, sooner or later you will embark on the road of Qimen Warlock, and you are the apprentice that my master personally chose for me. In the future, you can follow me to learn the secret art of Qimen! ”

Fate is a wonderful thing, he can bring two people who have never known each other together in the shortest possible time.

This is probably the fate of me and Ye Sanqi.

When Ye Sanqi said this, I was still curious: "Master, why are you looking for the remnants of Qimen, just to be the ancestor of Qimen?" ”

Ye Sanqi looked out the window and said, "Everyone has their own attachments. Whether I'm obsessed with the past or the position of the Qimen Patriarch, even I can't tell. ”

"One day, you'll know."

I saw that Ye Sanqi didn't want to mention his past, so I didn't ask any further.

That day, I knew Ye Sanqi's origin, but I didn't hear him talk about his past.

After that, I witnessed the legend of Ye Sanqi's half of his life, and I was also using my own half of my life to tell the story of Ye Sanqi to others.

I wrote down all of Ye Sanqi's experiences, some of which I saw with my own eyes, and some of which I later deduced.

I know that if I don't tell Ye Sanqi's story, no one will know about his legends in the world.

I can tell people the story of Ye Sanqi, but I can't talk about "Qimen Dunjia" in detail.

There are too many taboos in the secret art of Qimen, and those who do not have the care of the master must not try the secret art because of curiosity, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Therefore, in the future story, I can only tell you the results of Ye Sanqi's spellcasting, but I can't explain the process of casting spells to you in detail.

In case someone tries the arcane technique and goes wrong, I'll get in trouble.

That night, Ye Sanqi gave me two books, which were written about all kinds of ghosts and demons. Let me memorize everything in the book,

I haven't studied, so Ye Sanqi taught me word by word, but fortunately, I learned things quickly, so I didn't waste too much time on reading and recognizing.

In those days, Ye Sanqi taught me to read and write during the day, and when it was close to evening, he would carry a bucket and a few of my hairs out of the house, and when he came back, he would definitely carry a bucket of river water.

Ye Sanqi always put the bucket in the yard and sank it overnight, and only carried it into the house the next morning, lit a piece of paper and threw it in the water, and then poured the water.

I asked him what he was tossing?

He told me that it was the water ghost who came down from the Na River.

Ye Sanqi tossed for several days before he happily stabbed back with the stab: "Caught, caught." ”

I wanted to look into the bucket, but Ye Sanqi said, "Don't look at it tonight, I'll trap him for a night." Tomorrow night, you go out with me, and it will be of great use for me to keep him. The matter of our search for things has to fall on him. ”

"Looks like I'm right. What I'm looking for really has something to do with you. ”

Ye Sanqi was not afraid that the water ghost would run away, so he threw the bucket in the yard.

When I got up to go to the toilet at night, I saw the moonlight shining right on the spot where Ye Sanqi was placing the bucket.

The water in the bucket swayed like a fish in the moonlight, and there was a black mass on the side of the bucket, like a clump of human hair dangling out of the bucket.

The more I looked at it, the more scared I became, and I always felt that there was a person in the bucket, and if I stared at the bucket for a while, he would be able to climb out of the bucket.

I was so scared that I ran into the house without even lifting my pants, and I got into the bed and shivered for a long time before I finally came to my senses.

I was so frightened that I didn't sleep for half the night, and I always felt that the water ghost seemed to have crawled out of the bucket, and was looking into the house through my window.

Ye Sanqi slept until three poles in the morning before getting up, took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer and folded a paper boat, and used a brush to draw a lot of lines and lines on it. Those lines, no matter how you look at them, look like a stick figure with a hunched body.

After Ye Sanqi finished getting these things, he picked up the bucket, led me to the river, pricked my fingers with a silver needle, dripped three drops of blood on the boat, and threw the paper boat into the river while the blood was not dry.

I saw with my own eyes that the paper boat was like a leaf in the water, spinning around at the water's edge for a while, as if it had found its direction, sticking to the river's edge and drifting upstream against the current.

I stood at the water's edge and rubbed my eyes vigorously, and when I let go of my hand, I saw that there was somehow an extra canopy boat in the water, and on the bow stood a woman wearing a bright red dress, barefoot, and covering her face with a black umbrella.

On each side of the boat were five or six people with disheveled capes, half-sunk in the water, pushing the canopy boat by hand.

The woman on the boat, who seemed to know that I was looking at her, gently raised her umbrella and smiled at me, and I saw a pair of eyes that looked like they had been soaked in blood.

I was so frightened that I took two steps back in quick succession and stepped into the water with one foot.

Before I could get ashore, I felt a sudden tightening on my ankles, and the man was dragged to his stomach by the river.

When I looked back, I saw the woman in red standing waist-deep in the water, grabbing my ankles and dragging me into the water.

Aren't the two hands she clasped on my ankles exactly like the water ghosts who killed people on the boat that day?

Both hands were black and gray, and the nails were still shining black, and the cold air from the tips of the woman's fingers made people's joints numb, and they couldn't use their strength.

No wonder the people of the Whitefish Gang didn't resist when they were held down by her, because their hands and feet were numb and they couldn't resist.