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    Chapter 29

    Luo Yuanqiu tightened his quilt, and in the quiet night, the hazy snow light came out in front of the paper window, and the flowers on the pillow shone brightly in the darkness.  Recalling the past, sighing is just in vain. It only makes people feel that the long nights are lonely and cold.

    But there is no feast that lasts for a hundred years. Whether it is relatives or teachers and friends, there is a time when they go their separate ways.  In life, separation, reunion and separation are just like the waxing and waning moon, no one can decide.  Due to fate, we went round and round, but one day we met again in the mountains and rivers.

    She stared at the flower for a while, then finally sighed and closed her eyes to sleep.

    It was already early in the morning when she woke up the next day, and there was still heavy snowfall outside. Luo Yuanqiu went to fetch water with a wooden bucket. When the water tank was full, she was about to close the door when she saw a man in white clothes and a bamboo hat.  to.  His sleeves fluttered in the snow, holding a long black sword in his hand.

    The man¡¯s face was covered by black cloth, making it difficult to see clearly.  The white robe outlines the slim figure, with a red plum embroidered on the waist and two long tassels hanging down, which sway gently in movement, making the waist more slender and graceful.

    Luo Yuanqiu wanted to close the door, but he hesitated for a while, turned his head and thought about it, then suddenly had an idea and said in surprise: "Is it you?"

    The curse master was wearing a black robe last night, and it was snowing and dark, so Luo Yuanqiu didn't remember it carefully.  But this person also has an advantage, he doesn't have to remember his face.  Just by looking at her face, which was mostly covered by black cloth, you can guess who it is.

    Luo Yuanqiu couldn't help but feel elated. Since coming down the mountain, she finally found someone who didn't have to remember his face.  Throwing the bucket in the snow, she walked out in the heavy snow. When she came to the spell master, she remembered that the two of them didn't know each other very well. She didn't know what to say, so she said, "But are you here for that spell?"

    The curse master replied: "I went back last night and thought about it for a long time, but I still don't understand something, so I came here to ask for advice."

    Luo Yuanqiu said: "I don't dare. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

    "That spell seems to have some flaws." The spell master lowered his head slightly, and the snow on his bamboo hat slipped, "I wonder if there is any complete one in the Taishi Bureau?"

    Her voice was low and soft. Luo Yuanqiu listened indifferently and lowered his head to look at the sword in her hand: "Is this a cursed sword?"

    The curse master was slightly startled, and then replied: "Yes."

    Luo Yuanqiu touched the tip of his cold nose, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "Can I see¡ª¡ª"

    The curse master held up the black sword with both hands and said, "Please do it."

    Luo Yuanqiu moved his lips and said sheepishly: "I want to see your hands, okay?"

    The curse master silently put away the black sword and raised his right hand with the palm facing up.  Luo Yuanqiu carefully held her hand and squeezed his palm.

    To be fair, the spell master's hands are as long and fair as jade, with well-defined joints. They are really beautiful.  Luo Yuanqiu pinched her knuckles and couldn't help but admired: "I was right, they are indeed a pair of hands that are naturally gifted at drawing spells."

    When a Talisman Master and a Curse Master accept a disciple, the most important thing is their hands.  Most of the folk fortune-telling surgeries come from this.  Drawing talismans and writing spells all depends on one hand.  The shape of the hands, the palm prints, and the joints are all subject to study.  It is said that in the early days of the prosperity of Talismanism, when accepting disciples, even the weight of the hands had to be weighed. The experienced Talisman masters could even tell at a glance the weight of the bones and the weight of the skin and flesh of the hands.

    The knuckles of the curse master¡¯s fingers are slightly sunken, and the phalanges and palms are numbered three to six.  The so-called number of three and six refers to three rises and six draws.  There are three legendary sacred mountains. Zhongshan is the highest, and the other two mountains are level with each other, so the word "ɽ" matches this meaning.  Liuping refers to the six legendary lakes. Although they are separated by natural chasms and seen from a distance, the water in the lake rises and falls at the same time, so there is a saying of Liuping.

    The middle finger of the curse master's hand is slightly longer, and the adjacent fingers are flush. This is the three origins.  Moreover, the palm prints rarely have two more places, which means six levels.  Luo Yuanqiu couldn't help but stretched out his hand, pressed it against hers, and compared it carefully.

    The curse master's hand seemed to tremble, but he did not take it back. He only pursed his lips and let her play with it.  Luo Yuanqiu didn't realize it and praised: "Your hands are much longer than mine."

    She took her hand back, but the spell master said: "Whether your hands are long or not, you can draw the spell without any hindrance."

    Luo Yuanqiu was a little envious and said: "That being said, there are still some differences."

    Unexpectedly, the curse master simply held her wrist, rubbed his other hand along the palm lines, pinched her fingers one by one, and then said: "Yes, but the difference is not big."

    Luo Yuanqiu was holding his wrist, but he didn't feel any discomfort. He just thought she was comforting him and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you, thank you."

    The curse master let go of her wrist as if nothing had happened and said, "Don't mention that curse to others."

    Luo Yuanqiu just remembered it and tried to think about her.sp; The Curse Master nodded in disbelief and stood up with his sword.  Luo Yuanqiu asked: "You want to go too?"

    The white robe of the curse master is indeed beautiful, but when matched with the black cloth on his face, it is also very eye-catching. It is really difficult to travel. Luo Yuanqiu does not know how she walked to Quliu Alley.

    Her eyes were wandering, wondering if there was some kind of illusion in the spell that ordinary people couldn't see?

    The two pushed out the door and walked to the back of the alley, where a carriage was parked in a hidden place.  The driver didn't look sideways and didn't say anything when he saw them coming.  The horse scratched its hooves in the snow and snorted impatiently.

    The curse master got into the car first, lifted the curtain and pulled Luo Yuanqiu up.  The two sat side by side, their hands on one place, bumping into each other from time to time as the carriage rocked.

    Luo Yuanqiu was about to avoid it, but he heard the curse master say: "My surname is Jing, and my last name is Lan. Just write it down and don't tell others."

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