When Zhao Jia walked out of Feixue Pavilion, it was already late at night.
The night breeze in early spring is extremely refreshing.
Zhao Jia inadvertently took two deep breaths, stretched, and thought about the words he had spoken to the concubine before. The most important thing among them was the meaning of Juzi Ling, but he was not very interested in the position of the Mohist tycoon, so Juzi
Ling brought him no pressure, only convenience.
The stronghold of the Mohist disciples is quite secretive, and it is inconvenient for Zhao Jia to go there due to his current status, so Mrs. Fei will help him contact it.
Zhao Jia used the Juzi Order for the first time, and he needed the Mo family to help him find out the information.
News from the Seven Kingdoms!
In this era without communication, the importance of information can be imagined. The Mohists, who possess the art of mechanism and can build flying mechanism beasts, can imagine the efficiency of disseminating information. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the best in the world.
"Son."
Chang'an Jun Chengyu's attendant drove the carriage forward. He was responsible for escorting Zhao Jia back to Xianyang City. Because it was late at night, the gate of Xianyang Palace had been closed. At this time, Zhao Jia could only rely on Chengyu's identity to return to Xianyang Palace.
that power.
Zhao Jia nodded and got on the carriage.
As the wheels slowly turned, the carriage slowly drove away into the distance, getting further and further away.
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Feixue Pavilion, inside the pavilion.
Mrs. Fei opened the window and watched the carriage that Zhao Jia was riding in leaving. An inexplicable emotion flashed in her eyes. She suddenly had a premonition that Zhao Jia's future would not sink in the land of Qin. The other party's heart was very big, even among the giants of the Mohist family.
She didn't like him at all, and she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt the arrogance and contempt.
Even though Zhao Jia didn't show a single bit of emotion during the entire process, it was precisely because of this calmness that Mrs. Ling Fei felt this.
The snow girl was wearing a long blue and white dress, her slender waist was restrained in an extremely enchanting way, her smart eyes looked at the concubine, and she said with some taste: "Master, what are you so concerned about him for, and he doesn't want to do it?"
Listen to the master."
"Master, it's not that he cares about him, but he forgot to congratulate you. Today's performance was a success. From now on, he will perform once a month. Xue'er's name will be resounding throughout the seven countries."
Madam Fei looked at the jealous Snow Girl with some amusement, raised her hand and touched her long hair, and said softly.
"Once a month~"
When the snow girl heard this, she felt like an eggplant beaten by frost. Although she liked to dance, she did not like to dance in front of the public. The eyes of those stinky men wanted to eat her one by one, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. In contrast,
She suddenly felt that talking with Zhao Jia was quite interesting.
A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she said with a smile: "Master, can you continue to invite the eldest son of the State of Zhao to watch the next performance?"
"What? Are you attracted to him?"
The concubine was a little surprised when she heard this and looked at the snow girl curiously.
"Xue'er doesn't like these stinky men. I just think he is very interesting. And doesn't the master also want to help him contact the Mo family disciples?"
Snow Girl curled her lips, first expressed her disdain for Qin's powerful people, and then explained.
"Okay."
The concubine thought for a moment and nodded, but she still warned the snow girl: "You are still young, remember not to touch the love between men and women. Those men like to use sweet words to deceive women~"
"Master, Xueer knows!"
When the snow girl heard these cliche words, she immediately responded with a speechless expression.
She didn't know what her master had been through, but he always taught her this way, which made her feel helpless. She was not an idiot, how could she be deceived by those stinky men.
The concubine shook her head and did not continue to say more. No matter how much she said, what could she do if she didn't experience it herself?
No one can teach you about feelings.
Even if it is really wrong, when it comes, how many people can get away rationally? Only when they are really hurt will they know that they are wrong.
...........
Carriages drive slowly on the streets of Xianyang City.
inside the car.
Zhao Jia looked at the Leng Yanyu sister Da Siming who appeared in front of him in confusion, and asked curiously: "Aren't you afraid of being discovered by people outside when you come in like this?"
"The magic of Yin and Yang is so mysterious and extraordinary, how difficult is it to confuse a servant~"
Da Siming sat on his knees in front of Zhao Jia, with his arms folded across his chest and his white neck slightly raised, like a proud white swan, and said confidently, as a disciple of the Yin Yang family, she is not weak in illusions. It is too easy to interfere with an ordinary person who has little strength.
I have a bold idea and a wet suggestion.
Zhao Jia immediately understood what Da Siming meant. He asked curiously: "There are no traces of the Yin Yang family's illusion skills? This young man is the attendant of Chang'an Jun Chengyu."
Da Siming slowly raised a palm. His fingers were slender and well-proportioned, and their shape was extremely perfect. However, his skin color was a strange dark red color, indescribably weird. She looked at Zhao Jia with ill intentions, and she had some intention. Pointed to: "Young master, if you are curious, why not try it yourself?"
"Then try it."
Zhao Jia pondered for a while, then suddenly laughed and said that he was very curious about the strange library in his sea of consciousness. He didn't know whether this thing could achieve illusion, because in the past, he could transfer his consciousness to the library to read, and he was very curious about it. In this sense, even if his body is gone, his soul seems to be able to enter the library and live forever.
As for whether it would work, Zhao Jia didn't know. After all, he couldn't commit suicide by himself.
Illusion originally acted on the spirit, so he became interested.
Da Siming was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Zhao Jia with a slight frown. His tone was less joking and he said seriously: "Young master, are you joking?"
"It's okay, come on. The so-called illusion is false. As long as you are strong-willed, it should have no effect on me."
Zhao Jia said calmly
"Not always!"
Upon hearing this, Da Siming smiled coldly, the corners of her mouth curved in an indescribably cold and arrogant way. She slowly raised her palms, forming seals while dancing with her fingers. At the same time, her eyes suddenly condensed, and a breathtaking spiritual power appeared. It rippled out and instantly poured into Zhao Jia's sea of consciousness through his eyes.
She planned to make Zhao Jia suffer, but it was Zhao Jia who asked for it!
At this moment, Zhao Jia's consciousness has been immersed in the library. Looking at what Da Siming did from an outsider's perspective, he saw that the spiritual power was light red and spread when it entered the sea of consciousness. It's like ink dripping into clear water, trying to influence a person's spirit.
Zhao Jia tried to separate part of his consciousness to feel this so-called illusion. He immediately felt that the scenery in front of him had changed, as if he was in a sea of fire, and there was obvious burning pain all over his body.
Is it an illusion from the Yin Yang family?
But it seems to have little or no effect on him.
Zhao Jia's eyes lit up, and he suddenly found another ability in the library. He was immune to all illusions. No matter how powerful the illusion was, it would only confuse people's souls, but Zhao Jia could hide his soul in the library. He could not find the target, no matter how powerful it was.
So what if the illusion can be done?
"It doesn't seem to have any effect."
Zhao Jia blinked and looked at Da Siming with a bewildered look on his face, as if to say, have you tried your best?
"?!"
Da Siming's expression stiffened, and the smile on his face disappeared.