The night was deep and the whole city was dark and silent.

It's like a giant beast is sleeping peacefully.

Only the night watchman remained awake and stayed up almost all night, beating gongs and banging bangles to alert the residents of the city.

The crisp sound of clappers and the sound of gongs gradually rang out from the deserted street outside.

Wei Tao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the scarlet strands shrank into his fingertips and disappeared.

"It's cold and freezing, keep out of the wind and keep warm."

The watchman's drawn-out voice sounded from time to time and slowly faded away.

The first watch at Xu hour, the sky is dry and dry, so be careful about the fire; the second watch at Hai hour, close the doors and windows to prevent theft; the third watch at midnight, sleep quietly and be safe; the fourth watch at Chou hour, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, keep warm and cold.

So it's already the fourth watch.

Wei Tao glanced at the dark night outside, and slowly rubbed the painful swelling between his eyebrows.

He sat in the middle of the night, meditating on the true meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique and Mysterious Thoughts, and then tried to simulate it again with mysterious silk threads. Although it had some effect, it also consumed a huge amount of energy.

After several failed attempts, I became dizzy, my eyes turned black, and I felt as if I was about to be hollowed out.

From this point of view, if you want to use treacherous threads to reveal all the lines of the Vajra Secret Technique, you cannot make the slightest mistake in the process, nor can you pause and think for a long time. You must reach the point where practice makes perfect and you can achieve it overnight before you can succeed.

This requires a lot of practice. After many failures, as long as you can succeed once, you have laid the foundation for victory.

After thinking about the spiritual matters, he began to sort out the information he had received from Mu Fang and Shang Bian.

Generally speaking, Qizhou Fucheng is still peaceful.

Perhaps because there are major forces gathering near Qinglin Mountain, this place has not been infiltrated by Beihuang warriors like other places, and they have started tracking and counter-tracking, strangulation and counter-strangling battles with Dazhou warriors.

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When he entered the Northern Wilderness, Ni Hao had several confrontations with the Northern Wilderness warriors who had sneaked in. During this period, he was unable to suppress his cultivation and directly broke through the realm of mystery.

However, in recent times, there have been more than one disappearance of warriors inside and outside Fucheng. So far, the whereabouts of those people have not been found, let alone the reasons.

"A gentleman should not set up a dangerous wall, but should take precautions and take precautions before they happen. He could simply sell off the property here and let his family move to the Central Plains. It will be safer than Qizhou in the north anyway."

Wei Tao gathered his thoughts, picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp, then he began to close his eyes and rest, waiting for dawn to arrive.

In the early morning, Jiedushi visited the mansion.

Feng Yunhai hurried out of the inner courtyard and soon came to the gate.

Seeing the young man standing quietly by the road, a smile suddenly appeared on his originally gloomy face, and he quickly came up to meet him.

"When will Daozi come back? At noon, I must show respect to my brother and let me set up a table for Daozi to receive the wind and wash away the dust."

Feng Yunhai clasped his fists and bowed, his attitude was friendly and even a little respectful.

Although he was the second son of Jiedushi, he did not show any signs of neglect when facing this Taoist Master of Qinglin Mountain.

After entering the mansion, chatting for a while in the living room, and drinking half a cup of tea, Wei Tao changed the subject to Feng Qingping's condition.

He did not beat around the bush, but asked directly about Miss Feng's specific situation and whether anything strange had happened in the Jiedushi's residence recently.

Feng Yunhai was stunned for a moment. He was about to say something, but stopped abruptly at the last moment.

He thought silently for a moment, then sighed and said, "If there is any strange thing, my little sister's illness without any warning is the strangest thing. Almost all the famous doctors in the whole city have been invited to see them, but they are all helpless and can't find anything."

Find out the cause of the disease."

Wei Tao nodded, "If it's convenient, Brother Yunhai can take me to see Miss Qingping.

Although I am not a medical student, I am familiar with medicine and martial arts, and after a long period of practice, I can be considered to have some knowledge of Qihuang's art."

Feng Yunhai sighed suddenly, "I am only grateful for what Daozi said, so what's the inconvenience?"

The two of them immediately got up and came to the courtyard where Feng Qingping lived.

Steam rose from the side room, and a rich and bitter smell escaped, filling the entire small courtyard.

When the maid standing guard outside the bedroom door saw the two approaching, she hurriedly curtsied and reported Feng Qingping's physical condition in a low voice.

Passing through a blocking screen, Wei Tao first saw the girl lying on the large carved bed.

He couldn't help but frown slightly. He didn't expect that Miss Feng's illness would be so severe that her life was about to hang by a thread.

Feng Qingping was covered with a down quilt, with only her face exposed.

However, compared with before, she now has sunken eye sockets and skin and bones, and she cannot look like that bright girl at all.

Feng Yunhai sighed lowly and tried to calm his tone, "Since my little sister fell ill, my father even rushed to invite all the famous doctors from around the city, but unfortunately they all came back without success."

Wei Tao didn't say anything, and slowly came to the bedside, looking down at the face that was as thin as a skeleton, an undetectable light quietly flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, he closed his eyes and breathed out a breath, "When did Miss Qingping get sick?"

Feng Yunhai thought slowly and said, "It's been about a month. I still remember that she and Miss Qiu went out for a winter outing in the snow, and she felt a little unwell when she came back.

At the beginning, my little sister thought she was suffering from a cold, but it turned out that she couldn't get better even after taking medicine, and eventually it gradually turned into the current situation."

Wei Tao nodded, "Where did she go during that winter outing in the snow? Who else did she meet besides Miss Qiu?"

Feng Yunhai was stunned for a moment, then summoned the personal maid who was guarding the door, "Now tell me in detail the itinerary the young lady had before she fell ill. Don't omit anything."

The personal maid lowered her head and thought for a moment, then began to talk in detail.

I have to say that this little girl has a good memory, and her thoughts are clear and clear. She explains all the trivial matters clearly, so that no one will be confused after listening to it.

Wei Tao listened for a moment and suddenly interrupted the maid's story, "You just said that Miss Qiu also gave Miss Feng a painting?"

The maid nodded, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, and after returning from playing in the snow, the young lady would sometimes hold the scroll to appreciate it. I will definitely remember this."

"Where's that painting? Let me see it."

Not long after, the maid took an ink landscape painting from the outer room and handed it to Wei Tao.

He slowly opened it and placed it on the table next to him to look at it carefully.

If you look at it from the perspective of calligraphy and painting, the painter's level of skills is not very deep. On the contrary, it is very average, that is, it is a little higher than that of beginners.

Not to mention that compared with those calligraphy and painting masters, even if you sell them on the street, you may not be able to attract a single customer, and you will have to starve to death.

However, if we put aside these things directly related to painting and look at it from another perspective, this landscape painting can be regarded as a top-quality masterpiece.

If you meet him on the street, it is not unreasonable to spend a lot of money to buy it to watch and appreciate it.

"You don't want to keep this painting in the house. It's best for me to take it away."

As Wei Tao spoke, he slowly turned around and walked outside, "Now I can basically confirm that Miss Qingping is not ill, but practicing some kind of martial arts to the point where she is almost obsessive and tortured by delusions.

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"This, how is this possible?"

Feng Yunhai's face was full of shock, and he murmured to himself, "My little sister has been weak and weak since she was a child. She is unable to practice internal training at all, let alone reach the level of mystical senses. How could she become obsessed?"

"She is not actively practicing, but should be passively enduring."

Wei Tao walked out of the room, took a deep breath of cool air, and his eyes fell into memories at this moment, "If I hadn't met that pair of master and disciple, I wouldn't have thought about it.

But after seeing Miss Qingping's situation and looking at the landscape painting, I felt that it was somewhat similar to their situation."

After a pause, he suddenly asked, "Since she fell ill, has Miss Qingping ever been out of her mind, or even suddenly seemed to be a different person?"

The personal maid screamed, her tone full of surprise, "Sir, you are right. At that time, some doctors also treated the disease according to the condition of leaving the soul, but the effect was not good, and it even had the opposite effect."

After a pause, Wei Tao continued, "Is there anyone in the mansion who has been depleted of energy and blood recently and whose complexion is pale? Call them all here and let me take a look.

Another question is, did they also go on a snowy winter outing in the countryside with Miss Qingping a month ago?"

Feng Yunhai urged, "Go immediately and find all the maids, servants, and escorts who are accompanying the young lady on her outing!"

A quarter of an hour later, everyone was called over and gathered in the largest living room of Feng Mansion.

With a soft creak, the door of the living room was opened.

A figure slowly walked in from outside.

Although everyone in the hall didn't understand what he meant, they didn't dare to make a move or say a word. They just stood silently and watched the young man in black clothes and robes pass by one by one. In the end, they didn't ask any questions, not even a word.

Without saying anything, he went straight out and left.

"Daozi, what is going on? Can Qingping's disease be cured?" Feng Yunhai followed, confused from beginning to end.

Wei Tao stopped beside a rockery and looked up at the clouds moving with the wind in the sky. "I don't know. If I guess correctly, what Miss Feng practiced should be the Concentric Knot, and it is more complicated."

Concentric knot.

As for whether I can untie it, I haven't done it before, so I'm not sure."

Feng Yunhai bowed his hands to the ground and sighed, "Then what should I do now? Please ask Daozi to teach me."

Wei Tao once again unfolded the black and white landscape painting in his hand and focused his attention on it.

The ink lines that make up the landscape seem to come alive, emerging from the scroll and emerging into the void.

It danced wildly in his eyes, quickly filling his entire field of vision and occupying almost all of his consciousness.

Wei Tao stood quietly beside the rockery, his eyes half-open and half-closed, his divine light looming, and he was looking at the scroll in front of him in a trance, as if he had forgotten the passage of time.
To be continued...