Chapter 218 The Art of Puppet Hiding (Part 1) -
"What did you say..."
Song Weichen's lips trembled slightly, and tears flowed down his face. Mo Tingfeng nodded with a smile, his eyes There was also Yingying Xingguang, who took out a brocade handkerchief and carefully wiped her tears.
Did she hear it correctly? Huangjiacun is still there? How is this possible? Did her messing around in the illusion really change the real timeline and the future?
The wildfire was really put out? Is it true that nothing happened to Huang Yingyun and Brother Yang? If that's the case, then didn't Huang Hu join the army? Then Grandma Huang...
Song Weichen stood up suddenly, dragged Mo Tingfeng and walked out the door.
“I’m going to Huangjiacun.”
“Go right now!”
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In fact, even if Song Weichen didn’t mention it, Mo Tingfeng would He will take her to Huangjiacun. Although the chaotic Huanghu got what he wanted in the illusion and dissipated on his own, the formation objects of the fourth level of illusion are still in the Mianhu water, and they must be contaminated by many puppets. Qi is suitable for Song Weichen's control of puppets.
Putting on women's clothing, Mo Tingfeng took her to fly with her sword and leave Sichen's Mansion. In just one stick of incense, the two of them were already in the sky above Huangjia Village in Wanghai Town.
Looking at the lake and the village under the clouds, Song Weichen felt a sense of nostalgia, as if that place had once been her hometown.
My old friend is like morning and evening, and his years are gone.
She still hasn’t lost her hair on the temples, but those familiar faces in the fantasy world are what they looked like eighty years ago after all. In reality, based on their age, they have already returned to the west... The old roofs and old nest halls, the swallows It takes a lot of thought to return.
On the contrary, she was afraid to enter the village.
The two of them settled down in a secluded place by Mianhu Lake. They pretended to be grandchildren whose ancestral home was in Wanghai Town and returned to their hometown to visit relatives. They stopped by here to play.
The surface of the lake is sparkling, just like in the fantasy.
Unfortunately, spring has just begun and the lake is cold. Even if Song Weichen had the intention to take off her shoes and socks and go into the water with bare feet like she did in the fantasy, her physical condition would not allow it.
But she was unwilling to not be able to play in the water, so she had no choice but to find a rocky beach closer to the lake. She squatted down and played with her hands in the water. Circles of ripples spread out, and she was in a trance. I actually saw Mo Tingfeng wearing a coarse cloth robe, holding a small boat and fishing for grass fish in the lake.
Then he pointed to the lake not far away and asked him,
"Did you see it? You were fishing there. There was a lot of catch today."
"Saw it."
Mo Tingfeng calmly pulled her away slowly He hugged her into his arms. She would feel dizzy and fall down when she stood up after squatting for a while, but she always liked to squat. Even though it was her own body, she had to let others worry about her all the time.
“Wei Wei, we will come back at the end of summer.”
“After the Chinese Valentine’s Day, the meat of the flower fish will be the most plump, and I will make braised fish for you then.”
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"Okay."
Song Weichen smiled lightly, somewhat unnaturally.
How could he still remember her after Chinese Valentine's Day?
I am afraid that the angry horse in bright clothes will go away from now on, and I will sit alone and hurt the flower fish in my arms.
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Mo Tingfeng didn't notice Song Weichen's subtle emotional changes. He was concentrating on using magic to detect the object standing on the bottom of the lake. Although the illusion was broken and the object was ineffective, it must still be somewhere in the lake - just on the surface of the lake. It’s so vast that it takes time to explore.
"This Mianhu Lake may be an incense burner."
Song Weichen suddenly said something for no reason.
“Wei Wei, what did you say?”
“Look.”
Song Weichen pointed to the depths of the lake,
"There is a large piece of purple mist floating on the lake. As the old saying goes, the incense burner produces purple smoke when the sun shines. This Mianhu Lake is nothing but an incense burner."
Looking in the direction of her finger, there was nothing there with the naked eye, but Mo Tingfeng already had concerns in his mind.
He started to perform the technique and looked towards the position where Song Weichen saw the purple energy. He couldn't feel much of the purple energy above the lake surface, but the more the purple energy went to the bottom of the lake, the more intense the energy was. The objects in the formation were no surprise. There.
“Weiwei, give me the jade pendant. Can you still see the purple mist when you look at the lake?”
The moment the jade pendant left his body, the lake in Song Weichen's eyes immediately became empty, with half of the purple mist disappearing. "Let me tell you, it's so obvious that a cloud of purple energy is floating there but you don't react at all. It turns out that the jade pendant added a buff to me alone, so those are the puppet energy?"
"Not exactly, it's more like the 'wolf smoke' of puppet energy. If the inference is correct, puppet energy will be found around the place where the purple mist is visible. We can go to a few more places to verify it later."
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Mo Tingfeng returned the jade pendant to Song Weichen, and found a nearby place for her to sit down cross-legged, just in time to teach her the "Puppet Hiding Technique". This is the most important thing in this trip. Without it, one.
Song Weichen wanted to learn it subjectively, so he quickly mastered the mental formula and the technique. However, after trying for a long time, he couldn't even draw the air.
"No response at all... is it too far away?" She asked Mo Tingfeng for help with a depressed face.
“It has nothing to do with distance. All magic techniques are about visualization. Everything in the world is within the visualization. This is called cultivating the truth through falsehood.”
“When your visualization is If you want to completely outline the path for the puppet energy in the lake to be introduced into the jade pendant, it will come naturally."
Song Weichen sighed.
"It's just that the heart has arrived before the body is moved. I understand what you said, but this feeling that the spirit has arrived...I really don't feel it."
In fact, it's not entirely her fault. These things are too illusory for Song Weichen. It is not like a familiar smell - such as the smell of kebabs. Such things are loved to hear and see. Even just smelling the smell can make people instantly have "real things" in their minds.
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At a street stall in the night market, the meat skewers are sizzling on the charcoal fire. The boy skillfully turns them into bamboo sticks and sprinkles them neatly with cumin, five-spice powder and chili powder. Son, the traffic is passing by, and the smoke of fireworks is steaming into the world.
Mixed with the buzzing of cicadas in the summer night and the hormonal heat, the bottle of cold beer was "sweating profusely". With a mouthful of meat skewers and a mouthful of beer, Song Weichen swallowed his saliva unconsciously.
If you have this kind of visualization, you can easily do it.
But what the hell is Puppet Qi...
She had nothing to think about in her mind, so she could only bite the bullet and think about the five-cent special effects in various fairy tales and ancient puppet dramas. , with black smoke, black smoke with purple edges, and colorful black, radiant white, and colorful green, but it is obviously ineffective!
Song Weichen smiled bitterly and thought to himself, how about I change the story?
It can’t be “Luoshi Fen”, “Nian Shilan”, “Zha Zha Hui” or “Northeast Silver”, right?
It sounds very "completely purple".
She was so damaged by her brain circuit that she almost fell down.
Tsk, I suddenly wanted to shout, "Wang Jianguo, you have a successor?" What's going on?
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“Why are you laughing?”
Mo Tingfeng was confused by her self-absorbed stupidity.
Hearing this, Song Weichen stopped smiling and put on a dignified appearance, sitting upright.
“Boss, let me briefly summarize the review. Because the granularity is too coarse, the cognitive barrier is too high, the benchmark sample is missing, and the methodology is too abstract, I cannot quantify the spirit concretely. . ”
“This means that I can’t find a starting point for effective empowerment, so I can’t form a connection with the puppet energy, and I can’t make high-quality combination punches to quickly iterate and upgrade the spell.”< br>
Mo Tingfeng choked on his saliva and coughed. What dialect did these "weird words" in this little girl's mouth come from? Why did they sound like some kind of life-threatening spell? There was something indescribable. The evil lethality...
Couldn't help but have a slightly angry tone.
“You are being naughty again, are you? Can you practice well?”
Song Weichen looked hopeless. She was just a little imaginative, but she was really not naughty!
“I’m sorry, Teacher Mo!”
“I’m really meditating, but I really don’t know what the puppet energy is. What is its taste, color or shape? Can you Inspire me again?”
Mo Tingfeng suddenly realized that he was stuck here!