Chapter 4118 Meditation

In the blink of an eye, it has been a full month since Ning Qi came to this Jiangyin city.

This month, he basically stayed in the Purple Mansion. Through the information he found out from the maids around him, and his own judgment on this place, gradually, a very terrifying thought arose in Ning Qi's heart.

The illusion he thinks may not be an illusion, because his physical body is indeed in the eyes of everyone, a direct descendant of Ningfu, a poor family living in the countryside.

In order to verify this point, Ning Qi once went to the city gate to take a look. Outside is an official road and endless deep mountains and old forests, which is not the void he thought before.

In this way, what he said when they got married that day would naturally become nonsense in the eyes of Ziyun and the maidservants, and it's no wonder they thought he broke his head because he fell from the mountain.

"If this is an illusion, then the means of arranging illusions is indeed much better than mine.

After spending a whole month, I couldn't find the slightest flaw in it.

All people are flesh and blood, they cry when they are in pain, and laugh when they are happy. Even my physical body seems so real..."

"well……"

Ning Qi sighed softly.

No matter where this place is, he should not be able to get out in a short time. Perhaps Yinlong has experienced it before, so he confessed that he must never set foot in the giant city?

So, will the price of setting foot in the giant city be being locked up here forever?

"It won't be eternal. With this mortal body, I'm afraid I'll live another forty or fifty years, and I'll die of old age. At that time, will I wake up, or will I really die?"

Outside the pavilion, a few servant girls sighed again when they saw Ning Qi, and couldn't help showing a strange look on their faces.

"Sister Xiaolan, my uncle has been sitting here all day in the past month, and sighed from time to time. Is he despising Miss?"

A maid said in a low voice. Xiao Lan glanced at Ning Qi, and then her voice was a little cold: "Jiang Tianshu was right at the beginning. The Ning family has long since settled down, so what right do you have to despise the lady? Maybe he broke his brain, but it's okay, just wait a little longer. half a year, he can

If you live well, the lady can go to the capital and return to the master's house, and get back what she deserves. "Miss is so pitiful. The master, wife, and those relatives died overnight. The master used this as an excuse not to allow the lady to set foot here. I hope my uncle can live well for half a year. When the time comes... Look outsiders, miss root

It's not the lone star of Tiansha. "

The maid said in a low voice.

Xiaolan frowned, and glared at her, "Who told you to chew Miss's tongue behind her back?"

"Sister Xiaolan, I was wrong."

The maid stuck out her tongue.

Xiaolan smiled, and her eyes fell on Ning Qi again, only to find that Ning Qi had her feet crossed and the back of her hands gently resting on her knees, as if she was cultivating immortality.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?"

"have no idea."

Xiaolan frowned slightly.

Next, Ning Qi sat in the pavilion from early morning to evening, without moving. Many servant girls and servants came to watch the excitement after hearing the news. During the period, even Ziyun came over. She stopped and watched for a while After an hour, he frowned and left.

"Uncle, you haven't eaten all day."

Xiaolan left, leaving only another little maid, named Ruyun, who was assigned by Ziyun to serve Ning Qi.

Ru Yun stood in the pavilion and looked at Ning Qi cautiously. There was a trace of doubt in her eyes, but also a trace of admiration.

How can a normal person maintain a position without moving for a whole day?

"Oh, it's useless."

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and sighed softly. During this day, he has been trying to practice the sacred art of suppressing prison dragons and elephants, but unfortunately it has no effect at all. He has also inquired about it before. There is martial arts here, but the cultivation of martial arts experts should be very ordinary. Do the kind of crossing the river with one reed

To an extent.

"Cultivation techniques can't be practiced, and the system has no response. Could it be that my soul was really shot into a body that looks exactly like mine? The moment I saw the giant city, I was shot Did you get hurt unknowingly?"

While Ning Qi was thinking, he planned to get up, but found that his whole body was numb and unconscious. This feeling has never happened since he came to the Qin and Tang Empire and became the thirteenth son of the Champion Marquis!

"Wait for me to make tea."

Ning Qi smiled at Ru Yun.

Ru Yun hurriedly nodded upon hearing the words, and stood aside.

After waiting for a cup of tea, Ning Qi slowly stood up after the whole body's blood was clear. Only then did he feel the hunger in his stomach.

"I really became a mortal."

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth rose slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

In the early morning of the next day, Ning Qi repeated what he did yesterday.

After repeating this, in the next half month, basically everyone knew that they wanted to see my uncle, so they went directly to the pavilion, and they could see my uncle meditating.

In the living room of Zifu.

"Uncle, is he still meditating?"

Ziyun said lightly.

Xiaolan nodded slightly, and then there was a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Miss, is it possible that my uncle is practicing some kind of martial arts?" No, the ancestors of the Ning family belonged to a great Confucian family, how could they practice martial arts? Only Confucianism can govern the country and the world. Martial arts is just a small Daoer

. "

Ziyun slowly shook his head.

"Since uncle is not practicing martial arts, he may be cultivating immortality."

Xiaolan said thoughtfully.

"Don't worry about it, as long as he doesn't do anything too outrageous, don't worry about it. Are all the shopkeepers I want to meet today here?"

Ziyun said lightly.

"It's coming, but..."

Xiaolan's expression changed slightly.

"When did you learn how to be tricky? Just say it."

Ziyun glared at her.

"A total of eighteen shopkeepers, only thirteen came, and the other five sent people to inform that they were ill and could not come. I hope you can forgive me, miss."

Xiaolan said with an ugly expression.

What's wrong? That's just an excuse! It's nothing more than seeing that the Zifu's momentum is not right now, and they want to use this to counter Ziyun's rule and establish themselves!

"Write down the names of the five shopkeepers. Call the rest."

Ziyun said lightly.

"Yes, miss."

Xiaolan nodded slightly, then turned and left. Not long after, a group of people filed in and bowed their hands to salute after seeing Ziyun.

It's just that their expressions were quite strange, and some of them stared boldly at Ziyun. When Xiaolan saw this, she wanted to reprimand her, but Ziyun waved her hand to stop her.

"The shopkeepers have traveled all the way to come here, the little girl is very relieved."

Ziyun chuckled, and waved his hands: "Everyone, please sit down." Everyone sat down one by one, and soon, a young man who looked like he was only in his thirties said, "Miss, I don't know if you called me to wait for you today." What's the matter here? Our business is very busy, if we go out for too long, it may affect our business."