Song Chengming is very panicked now, especially panicked.
Since returning to the general's mansion, his general has never left the room and told him seriously not to go in.
Is the general unwilling to trust me? Kneeling outside Bo Qiu's room, his heart hanging in the air, Song Chengming's mind was full of regrets, and he kept scolding himself for being stupid.
But in fact, Bo Qiu in the room had no time to take care of other things, because the person in his mind was far more annoying than everything at the moment.
Sitting cross-legged on the couch, Bo Qiu closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Purification Sutra.
His thoughts were simple. It must be the complicated sword techniques he'd been practicing recently that had given him such outrageous hallucinations. As long as he practiced his mental skills well, the voices would naturally disappear. And a person entering his body? What kind of a fantasy was this? Did he think he was a three-year-old child?
"Stop crying. It doesn't matter." Tu Nian, who was resting from crying, lay on her back. She was just closing her eyes when she was woken up by him. She was in a bad mood and her tone was depressed.
Hearing her voice, Bo Qiu's face twitched unconsciously, and then he thought with disdain: Inner demon, inner demon only. Then he continued to chant the spell.
"Hey?" He said this, and Tu Nian was not happy to hear it anyway. She stood up, stamped her feet, and raised her eyebrows and said, "Who are you scolding, you rude child? What does that inner demon look like? What do I look like? How dare you compare me to that thing?"
Before he could finish his words, Bo Qiu groaned and the sound of his incantation stopped instantly. "Are you really inside me?"
He stopped, not because she called him an unreasonable child, but because the heavy stomping of her feet made his heart ache and he felt really uncomfortable.
Tu Nian had always listened to his inner thoughts and had never paid attention to his voice. He suddenly spoke so seriously, and his clear voice, like the flowing spring water, startled her. The anger that had just been ignited was suddenly extinguished, and she finally unconsciously said "hmm".
Bo Qiu sighed lightly and asked again: "Can you go out?"
"If I could get out, I would have done it long ago!" When Tu Nian mentioned this, his mouth flattened, his nose wrinkled, and he cried out in grievance: "If it weren't for that immortal old man Changsheng, who would be willing to come to this shabby place..."
When Bo Qiu heard her sobs, his heart tightened, fearing she would burst into tears again. He quickly changed the subject, "If you can come to me, you can probably go to others. Martial arts are inherently interconnected. Give it another try."
"I am just a soul now. I have no immortal body, immortal power, or magical weapon. How can I try?"
Immortal body? Bo Qiu's heart moved, and he was about to ask further, but before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by Tu Nian's scream: "My magic weapon!"
Bo Qiu felt uncomfortable being choked by her, but from her tone, it seemed as if she remembered something, so he pursed his lips and followed her words and asked, "What magic weapon?"
"I remember now. After being struck by two heavenly thunderbolts that day, I took off my magical weapon for fear it would break. That's when I was struck by the third thunderbolt." Tu Nian grew increasingly excited, her entire soul ablaze. A magical weapon was different from an immortal body; as long as it held its own and she was still its master, it would definitely work.
His heart was soothed by the surging warmth, and Bo Qiu could truly feel the girl's joy within him. His brows relaxed, and he said slowly, "What is it? I'll find it for you."
Tu Nian hurriedly said, "It's a red fox fur coat with gold thread!"
Bo Qiu was startled. "Gold thread... red fox fur?"
"Right!" Regardless of the fact that he couldn't see, Tu Nian swung his arm and gestured while saying, "That red fox fur coat is made from the skin of a thousand-year-old red fox from Tianshan. It's completely red, more than ten feet long, and has fox-shaped patterns embroidered with phoenix gold thread on it..."
Listening to her description, Bo Qiu's face became increasingly heavy, and his brows, which had just relaxed, were tightly tangled together again.
After explaining all the details about the fox fur, Tu Nian excitedly asked him, "Have you seen it?"
Bo Qiu lowered his eyes and said nothing, trying hard to hold back his thoughts.
There was no movement for a long while. Tu Nian thought that he probably hadn't seen it before, and felt a little disappointed, but she still cheered up and encouraged him, "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it before. My fox fur is different from ordinary things. It has its own fire, so you can see it clearly even at night. Ask someone to look for it after dinner..."
The more carefully and cautiously she spoke, the more guilty Bo Qiu felt. He had never experienced this strange feeling before, but it was indeed uncomfortable.
At this moment, his mind was blank, but he suddenly thought of Song Chengming. Song Chengming must have felt the same aggrieved feeling when he did that thing. Thinking of this, he decided that this matter was over and he must reward Song Chengming with a good meal.
After the break, Tu Nian was still talking, but Bo Qiu couldn't listen anymore.
"I have," he said.
"Hmm?" He spoke too quickly for Tu Nian to hear clearly. When he came to his senses, he paused, blinked, and gently tapped the wall of his heart beside him. "What have you seen?"
His heart trembled slightly at her knock. Bo Qiu was silent for a few breaths, then slowly said, "I've seen your red fox fur with gold thread."
"Really!" Tu Nian almost jumped up with joy, "Take it and put it on, then maybe I can get out!"
"I can't get it."
His smile froze, Tu Nian tilted his head and rubbed his ears, "What?"
Bo Qiu took a long breath and said in what he thought was the most casual tone: "The fox fur was given to the current emperor and cannot be retrieved." Just now, it was just given.
After she finished speaking, the voice in her head didn't respond for a long time, so long that Bo Qiu thought she had left. He felt guilty, extremely guilty. The smell of rain seemed to become very choking at this moment, making his throat dry.
After a while, Bo Qiu knocked on his chest as if possessed by a ghost and said, "Are you still there?"
"It's natural that I can't get the magic weapon." Tu Nian replied.
Bo Qiu could tell that it was still the same clear voice, but unlike the arrogant one in the palace, it was completely listless and lifeless.
He felt a little sorry, but he didn't have the ability to deal with women. He hesitated for a long time and finally said, "Why don't you try again."
As soon as he said this, Bo Qiu himself felt embarrassed.
"Is your emperor easy to talk to?" Tu Nian suddenly asked in a low voice.
Bo Qiu paused and replied, "Prince Mo is very gentle and never scolds his subjects lightly."
"Then could you talk to him and get my fox fur back?"
Bo Qiu was in the wrong, but he couldn't make a promise he couldn't keep. He said in a deep voice, "From ancient times to the present, no minister would take back what they had presented to the Emperor."
Tu Nian held up his watery eyes, wrinkled his nose, and scratched his heart wall, "Either steal or rob? You are a general, your martial arts skills should be good, right?"
Bo Qiu pursed his lips, "That's the current emperor."
Tu Nian stopped, wanting to cry but unable to, "But that is my magic weapon."
Bo Qiu lowered his eyes and replied, "Sorry."
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