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Chapter nineteen

When I arrived at the Wang family mansion, the warm sedan chair stopped in front of the backyard.

Wang Lin couldn't follow him in and listen to his daughter's words. He retired with a hint of unknown expression in his eyes. Nie Xiaoqian, under the guidance of Baoqin, entered the yard and came outside Wang Qiongying's boudoir door.

I don’t know if it’s a good idea. They were about to open the door when it opened, and Wang Qiongying appeared in front of them.

When Nie Xiaoqian saw Wang Qiongying for the first time, she thought she was wrong, because Wang Qiongying looked at her with a pair of eyes that seemed to be happy but not happy, and her eyebrows were filled with sorrow. She was wearing a light coat and covered with a delicate body, and her IQ was like a weak willow to help the wind.

When Wang Qiongying saw Nie Xiaoqian, she suddenly looked surprised on her face and couldn't help but shout: "Sister!"

Nie Xiaoqian frowned slightly: "I haven't seen each other for half a month, why did the Wang family become Lin Meimei?"

"My sister Lin, are you a new friend of my sister? Which girl is it from?" Wang Qiongying said in surprise, with a slightly nervous expression.

"What kind of girl from a family? My sister is talking about why her sister has just disappeared for a while and she became like this disease in Xi Shi." Nie Xiaoqian sighed. She couldn't explain the origin of Lin Meimei at this time, so she pointed the metaphor to Xi Shi.

"Sick Xi Shi?" Wang Qiongying was slightly stunned, and the original nervousness on her face dissipated.

"Isn't Xi Shi a look of falling fish and falling geese, and a look of shy flowers when she is closed, so she is embarrassed?" Nie Xiaoqian said with a smile.

"This makes me easily think of Dong Shi Xiaopin." Wang Qiongying thought for a while and replied.

Nie Xiaoqian thought of something, a smile flashed across her face and said, "How could it be Dong Shi? Xi Shi had a heartache. It is said that it was a heartache caused by the sword energy of a girl named A Qing."

Wang Qiongying frowned and thought about the allusions about Xi Shi, but she had never heard of them: "Sister, where did you hear the allusions?"

"Two sisters, when do you want to stand at the door and talk?" Baoqin was standing at the door as soon as they met, and she was having a lot of fun saying it, especially because the lady was weak and couldn't stand.

When the two of them heard this, they smiled at each other and arrived in the room.

But before she could speak, Nie Xiaoqian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and the source of her discomfort was vaguely derived from Wang Qiongying.

She subconsciously followed the source and saw a lotus sachet carved with white jade insulated by mutton fat under a colorful silk ribbon on Wang Qiongying's waist. A erosion force was emitting from the sachet.

Since Wang Qiongying saw Nie Xiaoqian, her attention has been completely focused on Nie Xiaoqian. Whether it was a frown or a smile, Nie Xiaoqian's gaze was naturally seen by her.

"This is a peace talisman and an evil-repelling talisman that my brother asked for for me. The words on it are quite well written. Sister, do you want to take a look?" Wang Qiongying said and took off the sachet.

It turned out that although Wang Qiongying had sachets on her body before she fell ill, she did not have these two talismans because she believed in the way of Confucius and Mencius, and respected ghosts and gods to stay away from them.

After she fell ill, Wang Lin saw that the medicine stone was ineffective, so he went to the hospital in an emergency and bought these two talismans from Taoist priest You Fang: the peace talisman to protect peace; the evil talisman to drive away evil spirits and to drive away evil spirits.

Wang Qiongying could not refuse Wang Lin's intentions, and she saw that the words on the talisman were written very well, so she did not dislike it, put them in a sachet and tied them to her belt.

Nie Xiaoqian's handwritten manuscript was read and viewed by Wang Qiongying. I knew that Nie Xiaoqian's achievements in calligraphy were extraordinary. I thought Nie Xiaoqian might like to watch other people's good calligraphy, so I did this.

Facing the sachet handed over by Wang Qiongying, Nie Xiaoqian seemed to see a red soldering iron, and she didn't dare to pick it up.

These two talismans were just drawn by ordinary Taoists. The magic power condensed on the talisman was not strong, but the ghost itself was innately restrained by these things, not to mention that Nie Xiaoqian is still a not very powerful new ghost.

Even though the talisman was hidden in the sachet, Nie Xiaoqian still felt restless, as if she was sitting on pins and needles, anxious, and her body seemed to be trapped in the quagmire and became weak. She held on and waved her hand and said, "I don't like these things."

When she said these words, her face became paler and the chill became heavier, which scared Wang Qiongying and quickly handed over the sachet to Baoqin and told Baoqin to take it out and throw it away from a distance.

After leaving with the sachet, Nie Xiaoqian's feeling of soul-shaking just now disappeared. She forced herself to smile and said, "Sorry, sister, I'm a little uncomfortable with the sachet."

Wang Qiongying didn't feel any pity for the sachet. She saw Nie Xiaoqian like this and was a little worried: "Sister, are you okay? Don't be sick?"

"It's okay." Without the influence of the talisman, Nie Xiaoqian felt much better. She didn't want to talk about the talisman, so she changed the topic, "Why don't we talk about that allusion? Didn't you say you haven't read it? In fact, this is not an allusion, but a story based on a miscellaneous history."

"What are the miscellaneous history, stories? Sister, are you going to write a book again?" Wang Qiongying was shocked when she heard Nie Xiaoqian seemed to be telling a story.

"A historical work that mainly records the historical events of Wu and Yue in the Spring and Autumn Period is called "Wu Yue Chunqiu". If your sister is interested, you can come and take a look. The story that my sister wants to tell is about Yue State, and there is a shepherd girl named A Qing who is well-versed in swordsmanship..."

Nie Xiaoqian said, telling the story of "The Sword of Yue Girl".

When Ah Qing beat Wu's swordsman with a bamboo stick to a great swordsman, Wang Qiongying, who had never heard of such a story, was so excited that even her pale face turned sick and super flushed.

There are many novels about women's lyrics and words in this era, and they can write about "beauties" in the traditional sense. These "beauties" have beautiful appearances, or are virtuous, virtuous, and outstanding character, and can establish a chastity archway, but they do not write about women who are so skilled in martial arts that they can be the 800,000 swordsman in charge of swordsmanship.

Although there are also swords and swords in "Working in the Wrong Seal" and "Marrying the Right Man", there is no such sword technique as Ah Qing, which is magical and romantic in fighting with a white ape.

When Wang Qiongying heard the thrill of heart, he echoed: "Du Muzhi has a poem saying that he taught Huang Shi Lao and learned the sword of Bai Yuanweng. Perhaps Miss A Qing's swordsmanship may not be fake."

"Well, so this story is called "The Sword of Yue Girl"." Nie Xiaoqian replied with a smile.

Nie Xiaoqian had never thought about writing martial arts novels before coming here. It was purely because of Wang Qiongying, who talked about Xi Shi without realizing it, and then in order to make Wang Qiongying happy, he talked about Ah Qing, and "The Sword of the Yue Girl".

When she talked about Ah Qing being tired of love, she waved her bamboo stick and entered Guanwa Palace. She took one step and one person, and two thousand soldiers could not stop him. Wang Qiongying was already robbed by him.

"Sister, it's been a few days since I saw your new book. Would you write down this story called "The Sword of Yue Girl"?" Wang Qiongying leaned over, hugged Nie Xiaoqian's arm, and asked for the truth as if she was acting coquettishly.

Nie Xiaoqian looked down at Wang Qiongying. Seeing that her illness was filled with some radiance because of the story she told, she nodded and said, "Since you want to read it, then write it down."

"The Sword of Yue Girl" is a short story with less than 20,000 words, and it is easy to write it out.

"The Sword of Yue Girl" still talks about love, and swordsmanship is just an embellishment, which is in line with the two romance novels I wrote before.

If Nie Xiaoqian had never written the original text when she wrote it, she would have just remembered the general idea of ​​the novel and could not have been changed word by word. Moreover, she was actually not very satisfied with the original text, so she was short.
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