Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Chapter 333 Bloodline Tracing

Lin Yige was startled when he heard the words, and then thought of Caiwei's various protective measures, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "We will discuss this matter later."

Wen Zongyi nodded tacitly, and took the Fengtian Pagoda back without a word.

He stood up with a sullen face, waved away the sound insulation array, and said to the outside of the water pavilion: "Details."

Wen Caihe stood outside the water pavilion with his head lowered, with scorching eyes, he said: "The young master took the patriarch's seal to the ancestral hall to undo the restriction, and is discussing with several family elders about the placement of Wen's children, Mrs. Wen Jun suddenly broke free from the immortal rope, caught the young master and fled away in blood, now he is nowhere to be seen!"

Everything happened so fast, not to mention Wen Caihe, who was at the peak of Yuanying, even the elders with higher cultivation bases didn't even react.

Hearing that Wen Mengyue had kidnapped Wen Caiwei, Singer Lin Yi unconsciously put on the Gengxin Sword at his waist.

Wen Mengyue ignored Caiwei for 15 years before she entered Taoism, and now her life is dying, and she kidnaps people...

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible for Wen Mengyue to suddenly realize her conscience and want to make up for the relationship between her grandparents and grandchildren over the years.

But having said that, if Wen Mengyue wants to use Caiwei as a pawn in exchange for Chongxuanzi, she doesn't have to worry too much about Caiwei's safety.

She let go of her hand, leaned against the pillar of the waterside pavilion, and patiently listened to the conversation between her uncle and nephew.

"So many people in the ancestral hall didn't stop them?" Wen Zongyi asked back, and without waiting for Wen Caihe to reply, he ordered, "Pass my words, and ask the elders to find out the whereabouts of Caiwei by chasing the soul."

All Wen's children who are able to practice need to go to the ancestral hall to light up their soul lamps with blood essence, and then they can receive the quotas required for the Wen's children's practice.

Wen's thousands of soul lamps, like a sea of ​​lights and stars, are embedded on the wall, reflecting the entire ancestral hall in every detail.

Generally speaking, as long as people have not fallen or ascended, the soul lamp will not go out.

The family elders can use the drop of blood in the soul lamp to easily trace the traces of Wen Mengyue and Wen Caiwei.

Wen Caihe still lowered his head, and continued to reply: "Patriarch, the soul lamps of Wen's disciples have been gradually extinguished when the young master lifted the restraint. After inspection by the elders, the essence and blood in the lamp have been burned out."

With the blood essence gone, naturally he couldn't use the method of chasing souls to find out the location of the two of them.

"How could this be?" Wen Zongyi frowned and murmured.

Wen's ancestral hall is the resting place of Wen's ancestors and his wife. It is difficult to step into it without Wen's blood.

Even for Mahayana monks, it will take a lot of effort to break through the restriction of Wen's ancestral hall.

After he used Fengtian Pagoda to take away Chong Xuanzi, he rested in Hantan Waterside Pavilion for half a day. If a Mahayana monk passed by Xiong'er Mountain and bumped into him, there would be no reason not to take advantage of the fire and rob him.

Since there is no external cause, it must be Wen's inner ghost.

Seeing the head of the family lost in thought, Wen Caihe didn't dare to speak up.

The ground was worn out by the soles of a shallow pit.

After a long while, Wen Caihe stood still, and said, "I heard from the elders, maybe the young master's method of undoing the restraint is wrong...but I don't think so."

Wen Zongyi's heart moved, and he asked: "Is anyone among the Wen family's children injured? Is there something missing in the ancestral hall?"

Wen Caihe was stunned for a moment, and only replied truthfully: "Before entering the ancestral hall, several people were indeed injured. Except for the blood essence in the soul lamp, nothing was missing."

Wen Zongyi frowned, and quickly cleared his mind.

The Immortal Binding Rope that I personally sacrificially refined should be more than enough to seal the severely injured Wenmeng Yuehuashen's peak cultivation.

Even if Wen Mengyue was unscathed, with her cultivation at the peak of transforming gods, it is impossible for her to bring a living person to perform the blood escape method after extinguishing the soul lamps of the whole Wen clan.

Except for the few Wen family members who were present, Wen Zongyi couldn't think of anyone else who could do this without anyone noticing without hurting the Wen family's children?
But the family elders have no reason to help Wen Mengyue, who killed his fellow clan, escape from here.

Their support for their own patriarch does not seem to be acting.

……

After thinking for a moment, Wen Zongyi said a few words to Wen Caihe, and then waved her to retreat.

Lin Yige has already made a good guess.

After Wen Caihe left and Wen Zongyi restarted the soundproof array, she said affirmatively: "It seems that the old Wen family is not very satisfied with Caiwei, the patriarch?"

It is better to say that Wen Zongyi is pregnant because there is a problem with Caiwei's method of breaking the restriction.

Lin Yige raised his hand and patted his forehead, bah, nonsense, childish talk.

In short, it couldn't be Caiwei's mistake.

Wen Zongyi glanced at his old friend who was behaving strangely, turned around and grabbed the usual spirit sword, weighed it, put it down and changed to a light soft sword, and said: "Caiwei rarely shows up after her illness, and the elders don't know the distance from her. How many generations have passed, it's normal to behave like this."

The soft sword came out of its sheath, breathing like a spirit snake, leaving a fine sword mark on the coffee table.

Wen Zongyi frowned, dissatisfied, and said in his mouth: "That's the reason, but they didn't give a shit about Caiwei's becoming the young master before, but they just picked these moths at this time..."

Lin Yige said helplessly: "You hand over the Patriarch's seal to Caiwei casually. If it were me, I would think you can't do it!"

The young master of the Wen family is just a name, who should be it or not?
Moreover, it would take thousands of years for the young masters of those cultivation families in the mountain and sea world to be promoted to become patriarchs.

At that time, Caiwei's cultivation level is enough to match the position of head of the Wen family, so the elders naturally have nothing to say.

But now, Wen Zongyi directly asked Wen Caiwei, who was in the Yuanying period, to take over the seal of the patriarch, so it is no wonder that the elders have ideas.

"What's so dissatisfied with these old men? Do you think it's too easy to get spirit stones and resources, and it's too easy to cultivate? But if they pay more attention to Wen's, they will know that Caiwei's cultivation base is slightly lower, no matter whether it's the head of the family. Whether it is ability or cultivation potential, neither is inferior to me."

As Wen Zongyi said, he swung his sword and drew a line on his left wrist.

A few drops of bright red blood oozed out, and the wound healed slowly.

"You stand there and don't move, I want to trace the blood."

After all, Wen Zongyi pinched formulas and chanted mantras, using blood as a guide, and traced the source of the spells.

The blood beads gathered together, split into two, and flew south together.

After about a stick of incense, Wen Zongyi withdrew the magic spell, with cold sweat running down his forehead.

His eyes widened, the blood on his face faded, leaving only paleness.

Seeing this, Lin Yige couldn't help frowning and asked, "Are you seriously injured?"

I thought that Wen Zongyi wanted to use this miserable appearance to win affection in front of the third senior sister. Could it be that he was really seriously injured and trying to be brave?

That's right, the soft sword in Wen Zongyi's hand is neither a magic weapon nor a sword spirit blessing. It can't be cut in half by chopping the tea table. How can it easily cut through the flesh of a monk in the refining period?

Wen Zongyi grabbed the soft sword, lost his mind, and didn't answer for a long time.

Lin Yige recalled the scene when the technique was performed just now, and suddenly realized, and blurted out: "I saw you perform this bloodline tracing technique thousands of years ago, and it seems that half of it just dissipated?"

　I'm going to start spilling blood (sleeves rolled, hands rubbed)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)