novelden Chapter 412 Mist Locks Sword Breath
Chapter 412 Mist Locks Sword Breath
Mo Chengyue took out the communication jade talisman given to him by Qin Wanzhuang from his sleeve. The surface of the jade talisman was engraved with thin sword marks, and when he touched it, a clean and fierce aura emanated from between the patterns.
"The sect has files, the external affairs hall has schedules, the deacon hall has disciples' whereabouts, and the mission hall has mission records. Who can see them, who can copy them, and who can be borrowed—the accounts cannot be settled until all are investigated."
Old Zhou flipped the old ship's nameplate over, with the engraving facing out the window.
"Do you want to check now?"
Mo Chengyue placed the jade talisman next to the array plate, and the array patterns spread out along the edge of the jade talisman, with clear light extending along the table to the window.
"If we can't find out, we'll send a message first."
The woman's laughter stopped coming from the paper eyes.
"Sending a message through the fog, to whom?"
Mo Chengyue didn't even glance at it.
"Customer privacy, don't ask questions."
Old Zheng immediately moved closer to the table, but Manager Hu grabbed his sleeve again.
"Don't block the way."
Old Zheng quickly stepped back, clutching the iron spoon to his chest.
"I won't block it. I'll just see if the immortal master needs to call for help."
Xiao Liu's eyes lit up.
"Should I call that female immortal who scolded you first?"
Mo Chengyue stopped activating his spiritual power as his finger landed on the jade talisman sword mark. Then he looked up at Xiao Liu.
"You have a good memory."
Xiao Liu immediately held the cleaver horizontally to his chest.
"I didn't write anything down, I just heard that it was a bad imitation."
Old Zheng cursed him in a low voice.
"Say a few more words, and I'll write a page for you on the ship tomorrow."
Xiao Liu shut his mouth and moved his eyes toward the steamed bun.
Shopkeeper Hu saw Mo Chengyue's fingertip trace the jade talisman, and a thin sword light shone from within the talisman. The sword light had just left the table when it was caught by the red mist outside the window paper.
"It was swallowed up."
Old Zhou stared out the window. The sword light couldn't escape from under the eaves of the watchtower in the mist. Its tail was entangled by the red water, and its front gradually dimmed.
"This mist not only separates people, but also sword breath."
Qin Wanzhuang's jade talisman emitted a low hum, and as the sword light was dragged back to the talisman's surface, the patterns on the jade talisman darkened slightly.
Mo Chengyue withdrew his spiritual power, turned the jade talisman over to examine it, and gently scraped the damaged corner with his fingertips.
"Jiang Wu is quite picky about food; he only eats things that have spiritual awareness."
Old Zheng asked nervously.
"Immortal Master, the message won't get out?"
Mo Chengyue put the jade talisman back into his sleeve.
"This path is blocked."
The female voice in the paper eye started laughing again. The talisman fire burned to the edge of its eyeball, but the frost-covered patterns became brighter and clearer.
"Groom, you can't call them."
Manager Hu spoke coldly.
"You're in such a hurry to say this because you're afraid he'll try other paths."
The laughter through the paper stopped.
Old Zhou glanced at Manager Hu.
"If your sister had your temper back then, she wouldn't have been dragged down to this state by the Hu family's messy debts."
Manager Hu held the Soul-Suppressing Coins, not cursing back, but staring at Mo Chengyue.
"Is there another way?"
Mo Chengyue took out the tracking feather talisman left by Jin Qiaoqiao from his sleeve. The talisman was long and thin, with a golden-blue dark color on its surface. When he placed it on the table, the damp red aura in the room was forced to retreat out of the window.
Xiao Liu stared wide-eyed, then quickly shifted his gaze to the foot of the table.
"This looks expensive."
Old Zheng responded smoothly.
"Don't look at the expensive ones, you can't afford to lose money if you look at too many."
Mo Chengyue gently pressed the feather talisman onto the array plate, causing the remaining Yin-Yang true essence within the array plate to be drawn up by the talisman, forming a ring of flowing fine lines.
"The jade talisman conveys messages as the sword's breath moves, and the mist can be swallowed."
"Manager Hu asked."
"Where is Yu Fu going?"
Mo Chengyue spread out the red lines on his palm. The red lines were heating up under his skin, and the wick-like light was surrounded by Yin-Yang True Essence, unable to penetrate outwards.
"Pursue the interest."
Old Zheng understood half of what was said.
"Tracing the aura emanating from you?"
Mo Chengyue nodded.
"And also the filth it left behind."
Xiao Liu interrupted quietly.
"If we send the filth out, won't we attract the ship away too?"
Mo Chengyue looked at him.
"Therefore, we cannot send it directly."
Xiao Liu immediately puffed out her chest.
"Then my question was useful."
Old Zheng pressed an iron spoon against his shoulder and pushed him back down.
"Even if it's useful, don't get cocky."
The woman's voice through the paper eyes carried the sound of the tide.
"If you dare to expand the energy of the marriage boat, it's as if you're making it recognize a second shore."
Mo Chengyue took out a blank talisman and used the array hook to pick up the faint blood energy at the edge of the red pattern on his palm, letting that bit of red energy fall onto the talisman.
The talisman did not burn, but tiny water droplets seeped from its surface. As soon as the water droplets touched the edge of the feather talisman, they were immediately locked in by a golden-blue halo.
"Therefore, we only expand the edges and corners, not the entire road."
Manager Hu watched as the red lantern pattern gradually took shape on the talisman.
"Can this thing be used to get out of the fog?"
Mo Chengyue folded the feather talisman over and inserted the wisp of red energy into the base of the feather.
"It doesn't carry a message, it only carries a smell."
Old Zhou asked.
"Who can smell it?"
Mo Chengyue affixed the feather talisman to the array plate, and the patterns on the array plate then turned towards the warehouse outside the window.
"The person who can recognize this feather talisman."
Old Zheng immediately asked.
"Miss Jin?"
Xiao Liu couldn't help it again.
"Is that the second one in the mirror just now?"
Just as Lao Zheng was about to cover his mouth, Mo Chengyue had already raised his hand and stuck a calming talisman on Xiao Liu's forehead.
"Don't engage in conversations with villains anymore."
Xiao Liu had the talisman on his head and his eyes rolled upwards.
"I didn't answer; I recognize the person."
Manager Hu frowned.
"You want to let the cargo ship take it away?"
Mo Chengyue put away the array plate and walked to the door, but did not step over the threshold. He simply extended the array hook toward the outside shed.
"The red mist may not dissipate before dawn."
Old Zhou tucked the old ship's license plate into his pocket and picked up the oil lamp.
"But merchant ships always sail out of the river during the day."
Old Zheng immediately understood.
"There are several cargo ships by the dock. The one loaded with dry goods is going downstream to exchange for salt tomorrow morning."
Xiao Liu raised his hand while wearing the Qingxin Talisman.
"I know which one it is. The captain's surname is Fan. He loves to curse. His basket is full of dried fish. It stinks so bad that even dogs don't want to go near it."
Mo Chengyue glanced at him.
"A good place."
Xiao Liu was stunned.
"Is smelly considered good?"
Mo Chengyue hid the feather talisman inside a small sealing talisman, and then covered the outer layer of the sealing talisman with a water-repelling talisman.
"The fishy smell is strong and the water is mixed. If the Red Lantern Boat wants to find this vital energy, it must first pick out the dead fish from the whole boat."
Old Zheng's expression was complicated.
"This method doesn't sound respectable."
Mo Chengyue flicked the sealed talisman packet into the bend of the array hook.
"Just being alive is enough; dignity comes second."
Shopkeeper Hu handed the white paper lantern to Old Zhou, and then pulled out a piece of old hemp rope from the corner of the cabinet.
"The cargo ship is on the right side of the dock, and the fog outside is too thick to open the door."
Old Zhou moved the oil lamp to the window.
"There is a rope at the back window of the watchtower, which is used to hang the night watchman's sign and to deliver goods to the eaves of the warehouse."
Old Zheng immediately grabbed Xiao Liu.
"Don't go."
Xiao Liu disagreed.
"I haven't said I'm going yet."
Old Zheng glanced at him.
"Your eyes are constantly drifting out the window."
Mo Chengyue tied the array hook to the hemp rope, hung the sealing talisman on the end of the hook, and spread the Yin-Yang True Essence outward along the rope to form a thin line.
"Nobody's going."
The woman's voice suddenly became shrill in the paper eyes.
"You can't send it out."
Mo Chengyue pointed his finger, and the talisman fire burned the paper hole into the window frame again.
"You're in a hurry, which means you're on the right track."
Old Zhou pushed open the back window a crack, and red mist peeked in from outside, but was blocked by Yin Xinpei Qingming outside the window.
Manager Hu stared at the direction the rope was falling.
"If it goes any further to the left, it will hit the pillar of the warehouse."
Old Zheng reached out to hold the rope, but his palm was frozen by the yin energy and he withdrew it.
"Why is this rope so cold?"
Mo Chengyue affixed the soul-protecting talisman to the back of his hand.
"Don't confront them head-on, keep watch for the wind."
Old Zheng, holding an iron spoon, looked out the window.
"The fog is rolling to the right, the sound of water is on the left, and there are no lights at the other end of the warehouse."
Xiao Liu finally found an opportunity.
"Old Fan's dried fish basket is in the second row of the shed, covered with a blue cloth, and three gray cloths are patched on top of the blue cloth."
Mo Chengyue raised an eyebrow.
"You even remember this?"
Xiao Liu explained in a low voice.
"He wouldn't let me buy dried fish on credit, so I hold a grudge."
Old Zheng cursed.
"Promising."