"It's done."

Putting down his pen, Dongfang Hong sighed a long sigh, got up and walked around Wu Mian, carefully checking the talismans drawn on Wu Mian, and then said to Zhuge Qing, who was slumped on a chair: "Master, see if there is any problem, I haven't found any problem."

Zhuge Qing nodded, stood up tremblingly and turned around Wu Mian, nodded and said, "No big problem, it's enough to suppress his luck. After all, his luck was married to him by Wenxuan, not by him, and his rejection of him was not strong."

After saying that, he returned to the chair and sat down. After thinking about it, he said, "I'll leave it to you to preside over this time. You have learned the ritual process and it's just right to use it."

Wu Mian raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

In contrast, he naturally hoped that Zhuge Qing would preside over the rituals so as not to have any accidents.

But looking at Zhuge Qing's appearance sitting on the chair and his trembling when he checked his talismans before, he knew that if Zhuge Qing was asked to preside over the ritual under this situation, he would probably be more likely to have accidents than Dongfang Hong.

Since that's the case, there is no need for him to say anything more.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that Kong Wenxuan's spell grafting Qilu is about to fail.

After Kong Wenxuan grafted the luck of the top student to him, he could feel that an invisible mountain seemed to be pressing on him.

But the mountain did not have any impact on his body, but only made his soul feel overwhelmed.

However, as time went by, especially after he arrived in Qingye Town, the feeling of being pressed down on the mountain became weaker and weaker, and his soul became more and more relaxed, and he could only vaguely feel it.

It is obvious that this is the phenomenon that Kong Wenxuan's fortune begins to deviate from him.

Dongfang Hong glanced at Wu Mian who was not speaking and nodded, "Okay." After that, he said in a deep voice to Wu Mian: "Do you start now, or let you relax and calm your mind? You must keep your mind in the ritual, otherwise you will easily interfere with the ritual."

Wu Mian smiled and said, "Let's start now. The more you wait, the more nervous you will be."

Dongfang Hong nodded and said lightly: "Okay, then I'll start."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, his hands quickly formed complicated handprints, and he whispered but quickly recited the spell.

Wu Mian could not hear the content of the mantra, one was because Dongfang Hong chanted the mantra very quickly, and the other was that the mantra was not a language he knew... at least it was not the Mandarin of Song State or the dialect of Yuezhou Shangzhou.

But he didn't care about these things. With Dongfang Hong's handprints and spells, he could feel that the talismans drawn on his body seemed to move like insects... No! They really moved like insects, like living things!

He lowered his head and saw the talisman on his chest twisting and wriggling, gathering the position of the Danzhong point, and then combined the head and tail, lengthening to form a dragon-like pattern, which crossed his left shoulder.

At the same time, his right shoulder drilled out the same dragon-shaped pattern and drilled towards his Danzhong point.

After the two dragon-shaped patterns exchanged positions, Dongfang Hong suddenly shouted: "The world is turning around, duh!"

This sound was like a morning bell at the same time, shocking. Wu Mian's body shook unconsciously, and then felt his consciousness become a little blurred.

Immediately afterwards, it was as heavy as a mountain... No, it was as heavy as the sky, which made his consciousness suddenly wake up, and then he felt a severe pain all over his body, as if something was squeezed into his body and was about to be burst!

While the pain was severe, he seemed to hear some sound in his ears and some pictures seemed to be reflected in his mind.

But he couldn't understand the sound, he only knew that the sound was extremely noble, solemn and sacred, and could not understand what the picture reflected in his mind represented. He seemed to feel something in his heart, making him seem to know something, but he couldn't understand what it was.

This state only lasted for a moment and disappeared, and the severe pain in the body disappeared.

Is this the end?

That's so simple?

Wu Mian looked at Dongfang Hong in confusion, but saw his hands still pinching his handprints, and his pink lips as tender as a girl were constantly opening and closing, chanting spells that he could not understand.

"Just just grafted Wenxuan on you, the luck of the top student who had begun to escape was pulled back to you and integrated into your body. Now is the real luck that has begun to suppress you."

After sitting aside, Zhuge Qing, who saw Wu Mian's suspicion, finished speaking in a deep voice, he said: "Visualize your Haotian Gate's mental method, guard your mind, stabilize your soul, and then... remember that you are Wu Mian, not Kong Wenxuan!"

Remember I am Wu Mian?

Could it be that I will forget this? Or will this Town Wizard spell make me forget this?

Wu Mian nodded heavily and said, "I understand."

As he spoke, the mental method of Haotian Yi Qigong appeared in his heart. After silently chanting and visualizing, his mind gradually became silent and his soul stabilized.

After Wu Mian finished all this, Dongfang Hong also finished pinching his handprints and stopped opening and closing his lips.

He took a deep breath, slowly opened his mouth that had finished reciting the spell, and then made a sound that should not have been issued by people, some of which were like collisions of gold and iron, and some like collisions of jade, but they seemed to be like the sound of a bell.

In an instant, four clear lights of blue, red, white and black jumped out from the ground three feet out with Wu Mian as the center, southeast, west and northeast, and were about to rush straight to the nine heavens.

But when the four clear lights were about to rush to the roof of the thatched hut, they seemed to have suffered some huge obstacles and could not continue to move upwards.

At this moment, Dongfang Hong once again emitted a bell that should not have been emitted by others.

As he spitted out the bell, Wu Mian found that a yellow light began to appear in his body, exuding a heavy and tolerant feeling.

But before he could observe carefully, Dongfang sounded a bell again.

With the sound of the bell, the yellow light on Wu Mian's body instantly shines, dyeing the entire thatched cottage with a layer of yellow, as if it was covered with loess.

The four clear lights of blue, red, white and black that rushed upward were still simple at first, but as time went by, they gradually became yellow clear light and became more and more intense!

After most of the four clear lights of green, red, white and black were stained with yellow light, Dongfang Hong suddenly pinched out a handprint, then made a pressing posture, and shouted: "Town!"

Wu Mian immediately felt that a mountain seemed to be put on his body, and the heavy pressure almost made him lie on the ground.

This heavy pressure is not like the time when the luck of the top student is pressing on him. Although he feels overwhelmed in his soul, he has no reaction in his body.

This time, he really felt his body being suppressed by a huge pressure!

His hair drooped, his eyelids closed down, and his body crawled down.

However, this is just a physical feeling.

His mind, his soul, and his consciousness have another feeling.

It was a feeling that others kept calling him.

But he could really know that it was not calling him, but calling his senior brother Kong Wenxuan!

"Kong Wenxuan..."

"Wenxuan..."

"Young Master Kong..."

"Kong Jieyuan..."

"Kong Zhuangyuan..."

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Chapter completed!