My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 181 This is not her fate
When you encounter difficulties, you must throw the cup first.

Ma Fulong and Taoist Ling knelt anxiously before the tablet of elder brother Wan Yunlong, complained for a while, and threw cups to listen. Reassuring divine power descended from the void and poured into the cups.

With Brother Long's protection, they finally felt at ease.

“When you deal with Li Bailong in the future, you must first pray for the protection of Brother Wan Yunlong!”

Recalling what had happened before, they were still frightened.

Ma Fulong couldn't help but curse: "How weird!"

Taoist Ling was also very uneasy: "I heard that when Wei Henglan was young, he borrowed Xie Xinling's hand and got a volume of Taoist scriptures, which recorded many magical powers... Is this what Li Bailong used?"

"Most likely."

Hall Master Ma had a gloomy expression on his face. "That idiot surnamed Xie was actually seduced by a Beining woman, threw away his power, threw away his divine weapon, and even regarded the secret strategies of the Heavenly Book as dung. He is so stupid!"

He just hated Wei Henglan for having such a great fortune to raise a troublesome freak like Li Bailong, so he hated the whole family and also hated Xie Jiaozhu, a tortoise-licker.

He cursed, "How can there be such idiots in the world who would give up everything for a woman? Xie Xinling is like this, and so is that ungrateful and inexplicable bastard from the Haisha Gang!"

Since it was about the Ma family scandal, Ling Daoren pretended not to hear anything.

But when Ma Fulong got to this point in his scolding, he let out a sound of "hmm".

He looked thoughtful, and soon his expression became even uglier.

"...Mr. Ling."

"I'm here."

Ma Fulong turned his head with a serious look in his eyes.

"Is Li Bailong's soul technique to plot against us really the Soul Transfer Technique?"

"I don't understand." Ling Daoist asked doubtfully, "I know almost nothing about soul arts..."

"So what were the signs when you were hit?"

"When I got hit... it was quick and sudden."

Taoist Ling recalled the scene at that time: "I argued with Li Bailong, but I was so angry that my mind was shaken and my heart was shaken, so I was hit by the spell and had no reaction or expectation at all..."

Ma Fulong pondered and asked, "No signs? For example, he looked into your eyes, made eye contact, or made some movements, waved some object in front of you..."

"It seems not..." Ling Daoist wondered, "Does he really know how to shoot flowers?"

Beating the Flower Boy is one of the urban legends of Da Qi.

Legend has it that some bad guys have mastered horrific techniques, and just by patting you on the shoulder or shaking a handkerchief, they can make you stupid and foolish, and grant your requests. You will obediently hand over your jewelry and money in your home, or even take off your clothes to do so. When you wake up afterwards, you will feel that it was all a dream.

This method was portrayed in a vivid and even pornographic way, so it spread widely. The victims were usually distant relatives of Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Er Mazi, giving it a sense of reality that was very close at hand.

——In the early years, there were indeed some criminal warriors who used secret soul techniques and drugs to manipulate defenseless mortals at will, turning them into puppets who lost their ability to think and could only obey orders.

However, it soon led to intervention by the imperial court.

Soul arts, as a martial art with major social risks, are strictly restricted and controlled by the imperial court. Only martial artists who have obtained a soul writer certificate, registered and certified are qualified to practice it. Illegal learning will result in a sentence. Even for regular soul writers, the conditions for their use are strictly limited.

This fundamentally eliminates the problem of abuse of soul magic.

As for the illegal production of drugs, it has also been hit hard.

However, rumors like "obedient water" and even negative social news continue to emerge.

——After all, Renxintang wants to sell Tianwang Yangxin Pills, Xuanyuan Sect wants to sell Qingxin Ningshen Talismans, Zhengnian Temple wants to sell Zhupans, and Lingyu Sect wants to sell Anxin Gu. Without anxiety and panic, there would be no market.

It is precisely for this reason that "Pao Hua Zi" has become a famous urban legend in Da Qi. As the rumors became more and more outrageous, the imperial court did not refute them. Instead, it listed "Pao Hua Zi" as one of the traditional arts of the Demon Sect in order to strengthen the people's resistance and fear of the people in the Demon Sect.

Over time, even the powerful Cao Gang became skeptical.

And today it was actually practiced by Li Bailong, which made even Ling Daoren, an old veteran, feel a little creepy.

"I think……"

Ma Fulong's expression was very serious. He whispered, "This doesn't seem to be a flower-slapping technique, nor is it a soul-transferring technique."

“How come you see?”

Master Ma was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "When I was attacked, I seemed to hear... whispers."

His expression became uglier and uglier. “It was as if an elusive, untraceable, inexplicably born guy was talking to me, and then I was dumbfounded, my mind was confused, my way of thinking changed drastically, and incredible logic and ideas emerged in my mind, and then I implemented them without hesitation, and didn’t think there was anything wrong with it…”

Taoist Ling was horrified and became visibly panicked.

After hearing what Ma Fulong said, he vaguely remembered that he had indeed heard something shouting at him. After hearing it, he was completely confused!

This seems... seems...

"——Haisha Gang!"

This name is enough to make everyone in the Cao Gang treat it as a formidable enemy and take it seriously.

He said in disbelief: "How is this possible? Li Bailong is secretly communicating with the Six Sects of Beining?"

——Otherwise, how could the dignified Jiangbei Jieyuan, Zhao Wang Zhengjun, a fourth-rank official, understand the spiritual secrets of the Haisha Gang, one of the six sects of Beining?

"Of course it's impossible, but if you know the secrets of the soul arts of the Haisha Gang, you don't need to have a secret relationship with Beining."

When Ma Fulong said this, his expression was already far more than just "ugly".

He had already thought of that possibility, and his face turned extremely bad.

He was reminiscing, he was sighing, he was hating, he was stubborn, he had forced himself not to think about it, but the past that he couldn't bear to recall broke free from the seal on its own.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and sneered, "What a coincidence, there is a person among Li Bailong's disciples who has the possibility of knowing the secret techniques of the Haisha Gang and has every motivation to teach it to Li Bailong."

Taoist Ling finally reacted.

He subconsciously looked around, then lowered his voice: "The one from room three?"

Ma Fulong’s face twitched violently.

Taoist Ling looked even more uneasy: "When did you teach him? Did you teach him before? Or... now?"

When he said this, his voice trembled a little: "That young lady, is she in Huazhou now? Then our plan... is it for the third house..."

"Don't panic!"

Ma Fulong said in a sharp tone: "Whether she is in Huazhou or not is still uncertain! If the Third House really knew our plan, how could she be the one coming? Isn't this just walking into a trap? Even if the leader sells his sister for fame, there is a limit. How could he let his own sister step into the fire pit?"

Although he said so, the anxiety on Ma Fulong's face was extremely obvious.

He stood up, paced back and forth, inhaled and exhaled, his facial expression changing, his heart pounding with emotion, his hands even shaking unconsciously, he was extremely excited.

Repeated defeats at the hands of Li Bailong made this noble son of the Cao Gang mentally unbalanced and at a loss as to what to do.

But now it seems that even if the four Li Bailongs humiliated him together for three whole months, they might not be able to make Ma Fulong lose his composure like he is now... All kinds of emotions intertwined, like venom, pouring into his heart.

After a brief moment of panic, Taoist Ling seemed to have thought of something.

Unlike Ma Fulun's panic and anxiety, a look of excitement appeared on his face.

"Master, if, if that young lady is really in Huazhou right now..."

Taoist Ling swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling: "Is this... is it... destined?"

Ma Fulong turned back suddenly as if struck by lightning. His eyes were like a ferocious dragon, which frightened Ling Daoist so much that he took a wrong step and stepped back.

Ma Fulong seemed to burst out two burning words from his chest.

"no!"

Taoist Ling immediately knelt on the ground.

Because at this moment, he actually felt the hall master's murderous intent.

Perhaps realizing his own gaffe, Ma Fulun calmed himself down and exhaled slowly.

He stepped forward to help her up and stared at her quietly. This time, his tone was calm, but it contained an even more unshakable firmness. Ma Fulong said word by word, "This is not her fate."

“It shouldn’t be.”

"This shouldn't be the case."

The objective gap in status and rational considerations made Ling Daoren dare not insist any longer.

He whispered, "Yes...I understand."

"Uncle Yun has already made all the arrangements. There is no place for her in this plan."

"……Yes."

"Besides, she may not be in Huazhou."

"Correct."

"Even if she is here, she is just here to relax, or to follow the order of the leader to test Li Bailong's attitude. She doesn't like Huazhou because it is the territory of the eldest house. She will leave soon."

"Yes."

Every time Ma Fulong said something, Taoist Ling responded quickly.

Because the hall master was not talking to him.

But talking to your inner self.

It’s not about convincing yourself to believe, but about convincing yourself not to believe.

"Even if she is in the Flower State, it's just a coincidence."

"……Um."

Taoist Ling said awkwardly: "Do we need to confirm first? Make sure whether Miss Ma is in Huazhou."

Ma Fulong slowly closed his eyes.

Fatigue, fear, and suppressed anticipation all surged into my heart at the same time.

He sighed, "Okay... No, I'll go myself."

It is obvious where she would live if she came to Huazhou.

For the members of the Cao Gang, especially the descendants of the Ma family, it is very easy to confirm whether a person from the same gang or even with the same surname is nearby.

Mulberry trees on the road.

In the past few days, Miss Ma has been staying at home and rarely goes out. She usually reads some Huazhou novels and occasionally asks about the war in the Tongwen Bureau. The little disagreement on that day seems to have gradually faded and disappeared.

Li Bailong found time to visit again. Seeing that Seventh Uncle was calm, he did not mention the apology, so as not to upset her and violate her taboo.

After all, he was not close to his only uncle-master and usually kept his distance from him in the sect.

Although Aozi yelled "Hit her twice quickly, it's so frustrating just looking at her dying look", Li Bailong turned a deaf ear to him - the psychological problem of this Seventh Uncle was a headache, and he was not familiar with Seventh Uncle, so how could he be willing to take a huge risk to do something thankless?

As for the Seventh Uncle, he should be worshipped in the sect.

In addition, the struggle with Yunhuatang has been in full swing recently, and Li Bailong rarely returns to Moshangsang, making it even more difficult for him to have the opportunity to contact his seventh uncle.

After all, how can it be more fun to play with the unpredictable Seventh Uncle who is a minefielder than the Master Ma who is indomitable after playing all kinds of games and is still full of energy even when he is helpless and furious?
——Ma Fulong, in disguise, finally arrived at Moshangsang.

He sat in a rickshaw, directing the driver to drive around the vast courtyard of Moshangsang.

The cloth and garment business of Baihua Valley is the best in the world and is extremely popular in Huazhou. Moshangsang occupies a vast area and has a huge customer flow. It is bustling with people coming and going. Rickshaws turn from the main street into the side alleys. Ma Fulong glanced sideways and saw a lazy tabby cat walking slowly on the tall courtyard wall, looking sideways as it walked. A kingfisher flew across the sky, chirping.

He sighed.

The younger sister lived in Baihua Valley for a long time, and lived with Li Bailong day and night. Li Bailong was so close to and identified with the Cao Gang. With such favorable timing, location and people, why did the Lingyu faction succeed?

He acted decisively and took out a pair of cups from his arms.

Put your hands together, make a wish, and throw the cup in one ring.

——Brother Wan Yunlong, I am here to call out to my brothers and sisters in the gang to confirm the doubts in my heart.

So, respond.

In the room, Sanniang's expression suddenly changed.

She pulled out the cup in front of her chest, which flashed and shone brightly: "Miss, we have been discovered! Someone is using the cup-throwing prayer to confirm our location!"

Miss Ma was reading a book on the couch and subconsciously covered her chest.

But the cracked cup hidden on his body did not emit any light or respond.

She breathed a sigh of relief and then burst into laughter.

The two elder brothers from the first and second wives and the eldest brother have searched over and over again and begged eldest brother Wan Yunlong many times, but they still can't find it. How could they respond to such a prayer?

"It should be the main room." She pondered, "How did you know we were coming?"

The third lady asked, "Do you want me to send him away? Or should we invite Master Li to come?"

The head of Yunhua Hall...is him.

A figure flashed through my mind, and memories of the past emerged from the bottom of my heart.

The laughter and joy of that time, the carefree and unrestrained singing of girlhood, the gentle and peaceful smile of that person in my memory, were all distorted and turned to ashes in the storm that changed everything and destiny. Since then, we haven't seen each other for a long, long time.

Miss Ma reached out her hand and touched the veil on her face.

"Let's meet."

After all, he is an old friend.

So, Sanniang invited the person to meet in Moshangsang's reception hall. When Miss Ma walked into the room, Ma Fulong, who was sitting on the chair, immediately stood up.

After the incident, he was taken home by his father to be confined and tempered, and eventually he realized the truth of heaven and earth. However, he was able to find out very little about her, and later he stopped asking.

Because the so-called news is just false comfort.

What he needs to do is to make thorough corrections and changes.

Now, many years have passed...

Ma Fulong stopped, his face showing a mixture of joy and sadness, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

His attitude finally became respectful and he shouted clearly.

"Sister."

(End of this chapter)