Chapter 183 The Living Inkstone



"You can go now."

Jiang Qingwan stood up and waited.

Mo Yunhan also stood up, staring at his fingertips, but hesitated to make a move.

The secret passage had a deep pit and no ladders, so it was clear that anyone who went in or out was skilled in martial arts.

But Jiang Qingwan is not suitable.

She couldn't jump up.

She habitually assumed that Mo Yunhan would carry her up, but when she saw that he kept his head down and didn't move his hands, she became a little anxious, grabbed his fingers and blew on them twice.

"Is it okay now? The illusion array won't last long. Take me up."

Mo Yunhan snapped out of his daze, but his expression remained strange, unlike his previous lighthearted teasing.

But he still obediently did as he was told, and with a large hand he grabbed her and they flew outside.

Sure enough, several guards were pacing back and forth, seemingly on patrol. Their eyes fell on them, but they seemed to see nothing at all.

Jiang Qingwan patted Mo Yunhan on the shoulder.

"Is that the small village of Qingfeng Village, isolated by the mountains, behind the woods?"

Mo Yunhan followed her gaze.

"yes."

"Let's go take a look."

Hidden by the dense forest, the village looked ordinary and unremarkable.

There were no vegetable gardens or farmland around, nor any irrigation ditches; only a winding path leading into the distance, the destination too far to be seen.

"Why is this village so isolated?"

Humans are social animals, unlike lions and tigers in the mountains.

Living in a village for a long time will inevitably bring out the warmth and life of its inhabitants.

But the village not far away had none at all.

Cold and lonely.

"Jiang Qingwan".

Suddenly, Mo Yunhan's voice came from beside him.

"Hmm?" Jiang Qingwan turned her head in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Only then did she notice that Mo Yunhan's expression was off.

She immediately looked around but found nothing unusual.

"Did you see or hear something?"

Mo Yunhan slowly raised his finger.

"Why can you draw a formation using my blood?"

Jiang Qingwan choked.

I thought something bad had happened.

"Your blood is just a medium, no different from ink. The key is how I use it."

She didn't want him to know about the spiritual contract.

These words were spoken casually, seemingly without any falsehood.

But Mo Yunhan could still see the flicker in her eyes.

He suppressed his doubts and looked at the village ahead.

After a moment, he said, "Although there are no sentries, look at that haystack to the east; there are always people there."

Jiang Qingwan looked in that direction, but couldn't see it very clearly.

Do you know the directions to the village?

Mo Yunhan nodded.

"Yes! But we'll have to wait until dark."

There's still some distance between the dense forest and the village.

With no obstructions in between, he rushed through without being detected, even if Mo Yunhan had exceptional lightness skills.

Jiang Qingwan shook her head.

"No, we can't wait until tonight. They'll make another move tonight, and I need to know exactly what kind of mechanical weapons they have. That disc is definitely not the final one."

The second senior brother once said that the thousand-hole lock is the key to stacking various mechanisms. Whenever the thousand-hole lock is used, it will definitely not be a single type of attack.

The curved blade on the disc did not contain the small iron tube for gunpowder that Luo Jiu had shown him in the capital.

As she spoke, she looked down at Mo Yunhan's fingers.

Mo Yunhan felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze.

"Do you want me to draw more?"

Jiang Qingwan pursed her lips.

"At this distance, biting your fingers isn't enough."

Her gaze moved upwards and landed on Mo Yunhan's fair wrist.

Mo Yunhan rubbed his forehead.

What do you take me for? An inkstone?

Jiang Qingwan looked up at him, her eyes brimming with affection.

“I can use mine, but I can’t bear to cut it. You can use a knife to cut it for me.”

She offered her slender, pale wrist.

Mo Yunhan glared at her, then burst into laughter in exasperation.

This woman was absolutely retaliating against him for making her blow on his fingers earlier.

He drew a dagger from his waist.

Without saying a word, she was about to slash her palm when Jiang Qingwan suddenly said quietly, "There is another way."

Mo Yunhan almost pierced through his palm in a moment of distraction.

Blood beads had already rolled down from the tip of the knife.

Jiang Qingwan silently took out two blank talisman papers from her purse, and then drew two talismans on the blood droplets from Mo Yunhan's palm.

One was placed on her own chest, and the other on Mo Yunhan's chest.

"Can remain invisible for half an hour."

Mo Yunhan took a very deep breath.

He carefully concealed the knife and roughly wrapped his palm with a handkerchief.

"Today I have truly learned a phrase. Would the Princess like to hear it?"

"I don't want to, let's go."

Jiang Qingwan was the first to emerge from the dense forest.

Mo Yunhan's voice followed closely behind.

"Of all the people in this world, only petty men and women are difficult to deal with."

Jiang Qingwan ignored him.

The two successfully entered the village.

As soon as she stepped inside, Jiang Qingwan felt a strange current of air sweep over her.

There really was a feng shui master living in this village.

The techniques of Feng Shui masters are somewhat different from those of Xuanmen Taoist arts.

They rely heavily on the energy of heaven and earth, using the surrounding feng shui to activate formations, gather spiritual energy, and make it available for the formations.

However, there aren't many simple talisman attacks, nor are they as profound as those from the Xuanmen sect.

At this moment, in a courtyard.

The stream has pavilions, melons, fruits, and vines—everything imaginable.

Lush greenery and the fragrance of fruit fill the air.

In a teahouse under the grapevines, a man dressed in a light blue long robe was leisurely lying on a wicker chair, gently rocking back and forth as if dozing.

A small rattan wine pot hung from his waist, with a vermilion "曰" (yue) character engraved on it.

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