Quick Time Travel: My 72 Girlfriend

It sounds incredible to bring back a person who has been dead for three days, let alone let a person who has been dead for hundreds of years regain a warm body like a normal person.

The human body has flesh and blood, and both are indispensable.

Kyoto, which was blocked by news of the heavy snow, finally resumed communication with the outside world temporarily under a snow shoveling order. When the people in the city were happy that they could no longer worry about the problem of not having enough food stored at home, a message came from the distant Qianmo family territory. A piece of news: All the males in the Qianmo family lost their breath overnight, even the son of the head of the Qianmo family Xinde was no exception, he died in his infancy for no reason.

The whole country was in an uproar.

When Xiao Ji got up in the morning to make up, she heard the maid behind her mention the news, but she didn't reply for a long time. She grabbed the maid's hand in a panic, and hurriedly asked, "Where is Mr. Qianmo, is he alright?"

"Ma'am, are you asking about the eldest son of Qianmo's family? Ma'am, why are you confused? Mr. Qianmo has been in the capital all along, so how could something happen? However, the servants secretly listened to the discussion of the king and the others. Qianmo's family must have some genetic disease." , otherwise how could all the men have died overnight, fortunately Mr. Qianmo didn't return to his original family, otherwise he would suffer!"

The maid was combing her hair while chatting, but Xiao Ji couldn't hear what she was talking about. Her mind had already flown away since she heard the maid answering that Qian Moyang was fine. Looking at the bamboo forest covered with residual snow outside the window.

He hasn't been here for a long time, is he delayed by something, or is he sick?

Kyoto, Qianmo House.

Qian Moyang lay solemnly on the couch next to the shrine, flipping through the yellowed book in her hand, the flickering candlelight of the shrine shone on her face, showing her increasingly pale complexion.

She closed the book and turned to a kitten happily rolling a ball of yarn in front of the statue.

"Ahem, Zhaoqi, I'll let you go to the backyard to see if your sister Shuoxi is awake, have you gone?"

"I left a long time ago, I haven't woken up yet, Brother Qianmo, you've already asked me this question twelve times!"

Puffing up his chubby face, he jumped onto the couch in dissatisfaction, rubbed his fluffy head against Qian Moyang, slapped her face with his chubby paws, and said aggrievedly, "Brother Qianmo is so eccentric, Zhaoqi is still hungry, you don't care, you just know how to care about Sister Shuoxi!"

"You little guy." Smiling and picking up the little white cat that rolled into a ball, Qian Moyang looked outside the door, "Didn't you ask Little Butterfly to buy food for you? Why are you still hungry?"

"What's more, she hasn't come back until now, she must have stolen my dried fish!"

"You kitten, don't be ignorant of good people, how could I, a butterfly, steal your dried fish to eat!"

Qian Moyang smoothed Shun Zhao's strange hair, smiled and didn't speak, when she heard a violent roar from outside, she looked up, and in the winter, a big butterfly flapped its wings full of things , flew in lightly and strangely.

"puff--"

Zhao Qi laughed unkindly, pointed his paw at the butterfly flying up and down, his beard curled up, "You look so ugly."

Little Butterfly ignored her. After flying into the room, she turned around and turned back into a teenage girl. She walked up and threw the things in her hand to her, then hurried to Qian Moyang, saying , "Brother Qianmo, it's not good. When I was shopping outside, I heard that many people died in Qianmo's family. The owner of the family got angry and rushed towards us with a group of warriors!"

Zhao Qi got the small dried fish, grabbed it happily and buried her head in eating. Qian Mo smiled and watched her cat whiskers move and eat, flipped through the pages of the book in her hand twice, and read the book that was so anxious that she was about to get angry. Little Butterfly glanced at it and said with a faint smile, "I see..."

Touching Zhaoqi's little furry head, she said to Little Butterfly, "I'll go to the Imperial Palace first, you two will take care of your sister Shuoxi, remember, after I'm gone, you close the door, no matter you go out Don't leave this house for anything, and you are not allowed to change into your original form and run out of the barrier, you know?"

"Brother Qianmo, when will you come back, Zhao Qi will open the door for you!"

"When will you come back..." With a smile, he scraped off the dried fish crumbs sticking to Zhao Qi's nose, Qian Mo looked at the hopeful eyes of a butterfly and a cat, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he shook his head gently Shaking his head, "I don't know either."

There is a time to live, a time to die, a time to meet, and a time to part.

Xiao Ji sat in front of the Qing Palace, dismissed all the maids, and concentrated on fiddled with her Hu Xian, once, again, the clear music echoed in the peaceful world, hovering for a long time, never dissipating.

There were light footsteps coming from the bamboo forest.

She stopped playing, put her fingers on the strings, and sighed, "My lord is finally here."

Qian Mo remained silent, but did not move any further. She looked at her, so disfigured that she almost couldn't recognize her appearance from a month ago.

Qian Moyang's heart felt awkward, and after a long while, he said softly, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Ji shook her head lightly, and raised her head to look at her with a smile, "What can you do to Xiao Ji, my lord?"

Qian Mo remained silent.

Seeing that the sun was about to fall to the west mountain, Xiao Ji stood up, put Hu Xian aside, and smiled at Qian Moyang, "Master Qian Mo, before leaving, can Xiao Ji give you a hug?"

Qian Moyang looked at her, his deeply sunken eyes were full of pleading, like the longing of a dying person when he returns to the light.

She nodded silently.

Xiao Ji smiled, stepped forward slowly step by step, hugged her, and the cold breath hit her in an instant.

"Xiao Ji has nothing else to ask for. I only hope that my lord can bury Xiao Ji under a certain cherry tree in the future. When the flowers bloom in March in Yangchun, it is enough to borrow a small memory of Xiao Ji."

Qian Moyang didn't answer, and couldn't answer.

She herself doesn't know where the corpse is buried, so how can she give her a safe and sound place to sleep?

After not hearing her answer for a long time, Xiao Ji's heart burst open bit by bit like a cracked porcelain.

Pushing Qian Moyang away, Xiao Ji looked into her eyes, her nose sore, "...In that case, let's start."

Staring at her guiltily for a while, Qian Moyang slowly took out a platycodon petal from his bosom, and recited the mantra.

Xiao Ji watched her movements without saying a word, and slowly closed her eyes, a line of tears silently slid down from the corner of her eyes and dripped to the ground.

Legend has it that there is a forbidden technique that can revive a person who has been dead for a long time but retains his soul. It is only in exchange for his life. To resurrect the person must use the blood of the caster's close relatives, and at the same time find a soulmate with the dead. A person with an average birth date and fate can only be successfully performed if she is nourished with her flesh and blood essence.

But the person with the same fate as the deceased will not be able to survive later.This is the case of the so-called one life for one life.

I have long known that today is the most taboo date for spiritual masters, and I have long understood that today is the last day I will live, but why do I still feel reluctant when the time comes?

Qian Moyang continued to cast the spell in his hand as if he didn't see it, and every time he said a sentence, Xiao Ji felt that his body was being roasted on the purgatory.

The lengthy incantation was about to be finished, and the flames burning her were getting hotter and hotter. Xiao Ji struggled unwillingly to open her eyes, and smiled at her one last time, "May my lord be happy on this divination day." After that, your wish will come true.”

Qian Moyang's eyes widened in surprise, as if wondering why she knew about this.

Xiao Ji smiled wryly and let the gorgeous flames engulf her without yelling.

No one would know her inexplicable love and dedication to the spirit master, nor would she know how much effort she spent privately going to the bookstore in the imperial residence to look up the classics in order to get along with Qian Moyang, the spirit master.

So no one would know the sadness and grief she felt when she saw the Kitaji Keji's letter hidden in the far corner of the bookstore.

In the end, the withered cherry blossoms were nothing more than her self-righteous mistake.

In the raging fire, she burned to ashes, but a transparent white bead rose from the burning place, and slowly fell onto Qian Moyang's outstretched palm.

Carefully holding the bead, Qian Moyang took out an exquisite paper crane from his cuff, and said to it, "Send this thing to Qian Mo's house, to Cang Yushuoxi's side."

Said, threw it.The paper crane was really like a living thing, it circled around Qianmoyang twice, flapped its wings, took the bead in its mouth and flew far away, and gradually disappeared.

Qian Moyang looked at the direction it was flying away in a daze, but frowned because of the sudden noise coming from his ears.

"Quick, don't let him run away!"

The ear-piercing sound of armor colliding with one or two men's majestic voices spread to her ears with the wind, and it was Feng Mingchuan leading a group of warriors with swords running towards her, as if she was afraid that she would run away. Quickly surrounded her.

Qian Moyang watched coldly, not moving a bit.

Feng Mingchuan came out from among the samurai, looked closely at the Hu Xian left behind, and then at the pile of burnt things. From the piece of burned clothes, he could see that it was the silk silk specially used by concubines in the palace. Immediately, he felt that he had caught Qian Moyang, sighed confidently, looked at Qian Moyang and said, "Tsk tsk, Mr. Guanghua is really cruel. In order not to expose the crime of adultery, he even used black magic to kill him. People burned to death, the Guanghua son of Qianmo's family, the lover of many daughters, is actually such a snake-hearted person, he even deceived the king."

What he said was nothing more than to accuse Qian Moyang, and also to let those warriors hear, so that they would know what a heinous villain the person in front of them was, and they should not be soft-handed when they captured him.

Qian Moyang looked indifferently at those samurai who were so angry that they wanted to rush up and stab her with a knife, looked at Feng Mingchuan, and said coldly, "The king sent you to arrest me?"

"Mr. Qianmo thinks you are as bold as a young master, and entered the palace without the king's order? People in the Fengming family have always been upright. Of course, I got the king's order to come here to question you." Feng Mingchuan looked at it with a smile She added, "Not only that, but your father came all the way from my family, saying that he wanted to kill you, a rebellious son who has harmed the whole family." Then she remembered something, and mocked, "Young master's son! Father is not young anymore, even if he is born again, he may not be able to give birth to a son, and his new son is not even a hundred days old, so why does the young master kill all possible heirs in the family for the mere position of Patriarch."

Qian Moyang still ignored her coldly, but Feng Mingchuan was not dissatisfied this time, but looked at her with unusual joy.

It is unfaithful and unrighteous to have an affair with the king's concubine, and it is unfilial and unkind to be accused by one's own father of murdering the tribe because of too much spiritual power.Unfaithful, unrighteous, filial, and unkind, how could Qian Moyang survive under such a crime?

So Feng Mingchuan felt extremely comfortable, because he regarded Qian Moyang as a dead person at this moment, a dead person, what can you expect him to answer you?

Having figured it out, Feng Mingchuan had a happy face, and smiled at Qian Mo and asked, "Mr. Qian Mo, do you want to come with us?" With his eyes, he signaled the warrior on the other side to go up and grab someone.

Qian Moyang watched his actions indifferently, and when those warriors were moving, he said coldly, "I will go by myself!"

As she spoke, she walked forward calmly, and Feng Mingchuan waited for her to walk for a while, as if watching a play, before leading others to follow with a smile on her face.

On the second day, at dawn, news came from the imperial residence that Mr. Guanghua had been bestowed to death by the king.