"Concubine?"

Ning Yayun frowned, "I am a master of metaphysics. Do you think it is appropriate to do things for a concubine?"

Shame on you!

I am a disgrace to those who disgrace metaphysics.

"But he gave too much."

"How many?"

"Two thousand dollars!"

This is northern Xinjiang, not Chang'an where the rich and powerful gather. The market is promising and the money is generous.

When Zhong Hui and the others go out to perform errands, it would be considered generous if the host family can give them one hundred yuan.

Ning Yayun was also surprised, "Why are you so generous?"

An Ziyu turned the ruler between her fingers, "Just because I said, his concubine is afraid that she will die with her eyes open, and the only way to suppress her resentment is to let the master take action!"

"Then how did the concubine die?"

"Drown."

…

Headmaster Ning carried his guqin on his back and his harp tail, and walked out of the mountain gate in a carefree manner.

An Ziyu shouted from inside the gate: "Everyone in the family is counting on you."

"Little things!"

Ning Yayun mounted her horse, which was also white.

The handsome guy on horseback has a fair complexion, bright eyes, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and some gray on his temples, but when people see him, they can only think of maturity.

"What a gentleman!"

A woman praised on the roadside.

Ning Yayun didn't squint her eyes and found the place along the way.

This is a mansion, and even the clothes worn by the disciples would overwhelm the disciples of metaphysics.

"Who are you looking for?" The disciple was very polite.

"Is Fidelity here?" Ning Yayun flicked her tail, immediately making the disciples stand in awe.

"Langjun hasn't gone out these days, are you..."

Ning Yayun said, "Tell your husband that someone from Xuanxue is here."

After a while, a middle-aged man came in a hurry.

The man is Fidelity. He has two eyeballs under his eyes, black and blue in color. The flesh on his cheeks is weak and drooping, and the corners of his mouth are slack...

Too much wine!

Hurt your vitality!

"Dare I ask..." Fidelity handed over.

"Metaphysics, Ning Yayun."

"It's actually Headmaster Ning who has come personally, and Peng Pi is so radiant! Please come in, please come in!"

In the side room, there was a door panel with two benches underneath. Lying on the door panel was a livid-faced woman.

"This is my concubine, Mrs. Wang, alas!" Fuda sighed, "Yesterday, for some reason, she actually fell into the well, and she was already dead when she was found.

Just go ahead if you say this person has gone! His eyes are still open.

The old servant at home has learned something before, saying that he has grievances. If he is buried without closing his eyes, the whole family will be in bad luck. Master Ning has great magic power, so he thinks he can find a way?"

The old servant standing next to him said, "My lady is here."

A woman dressed in elegant clothes entered the wing, took a look at the corpse, and sighed: "My husband loves her, and I treat her as my sister, but this person is so unhappy!"

Ning Yayun glanced at her and didn't see Qi Se, but she saw the satin underwear inside.

Is this my sister?

I’m afraid it’s not Sister Qiu!

"Close your eyes!"

Ning Yayun originally wanted to say that this matter was unreliable.

However, An Ziyu's roar immediately echoed in his ears.

If I can't make any money, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back.

"Can I take a look?"

Fu Da said: "Who kind of person is Master Ning? Just do what you want! By the way, do you want us to avoid him?"

Ning Yayun's head was full of black lines, "There's no need to take off your clothes."

Fuda said coquettishly: "I thought I wanted to dance with a great god and invite a god to come. I make a lot of money, but it is said that gods like money, but they don't like people who make money. Alas!"

This man talks too much.

The old servant muttered beside him, "Actually, I am more reliable in doing these things."

Ning Yayun squinted her eyes and looked at the corpse carefully.

Reach out.

Inner breath flourishes.

"Gather!"

The lying corpse trembled violently.

"Oh!" The woman covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Fidelity was also frightened.

Old servant: "..."

"Master!" Fidelity was the first to wake up, "Is it possible to communicate?"

Ning Yayun nodded, "Yes, but I need to resurrect my soul to go to the underworld. Are you willing to go?"

Fidelity shook his head like a rattle and looked at his wife, "How about you go?"

The woman covered her forehead and said, "Slave, I'm dizzy."

Ning Yayun said softly: "Then get out of the way."

The couple dispersed a little more.

Ning Yayun stretched out a finger, as if it were a huge stone, and explored it bit by bit.

Fidelity and his wife held their breath and watched carefully.

The old servant imitated Ning Yayun's posture and slowly stretched out his fingers.

Although their backs were to the three of them, the auras of the three could not be hidden from Ning Yayun.

He reached out and touched the corpse's cheek.

Immediately, the inner breath penetrated.

But the person stayed there for too long, and the meridians and other places were seriously blocked.

Another person would certainly not be able to drive the inner breath through, but who is Ning Yayun?

The inner breath suddenly becomes thinner, so subtle that it almost breaks off at the touch of a finger.

But under Ning Yayun's control, this subtle inner breath penetrated from the cheek all the way up.

On the way, I encountered constant blockages, and my inner breath cleverly went around and around.

If someone who has attained the level of cultivation were allowed to observe the inner breath route, they would definitely be shocked.

This kind of micro-management ability is amazing!

Playing the piano all year round is not useless. The inner breath can control the strings and change the subtle sounds of the piano. It can also naturally change the meridians of the human body.

The inner breath rushed up and then was withdrawn.

Ning Yayun sighed, "It's a little difficult."

What kind of person is Fidelity? What a clear-eyed person!

This can be done, but it is not easy.

For businessmen, isn’t difficulty just money?

"How difficult is it?" Fidelity asked.

It's like asking a businessman when discussing business: "How much is the minimum price for your product?"

Ning Yayun flicked her finger, and a cloud of flying dust rolled up on the ground.

"There are external forces, I don't know if they are gods or ghosts."
To be continued...