The stolen magic is a bit magical

Chapter 145 The Second and Third Faces of Saint Yue Ling

That night, Hu Die was in the next room, sleeping soundly with Little Moon in her arms.

Lin Xiaosu was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

Saint Yueling...

Yixiang!

He had a second portrait.

The first portrait came from the taxi driver who brought him here. In the driver's eyes, Yixiang's whole body exuded a holy glow.

The second portrait comes from Hu Die.

Hu Die's few words outlined a completely different image of Saint Yue Ling.

A bamboo flute can control all the poisonous insects and ferocious beasts in the mountains. It requires a profound family background, twenty years of experience, and the practice of witchcraft and sorcery. People who cannot be judged by common sense.

Is this saint still the saint who radiates holy light all over her body?

Isn't it clearly three parts mysterious, nine parts powerful, and ten parts dangerous?
She also kindly offered a suggestion that it would be best not to have any thoughts about Saint Yue Ling.

This was the second piece of advice she gave him.

This kind female teacher seems to enjoy giving advice to others.

When I first met Lin Xiaosu, she advised me not to eat meat in the hotel, it is very expensive and not tasty.

Lin Xiaosu didn't listen to her advice and suffered a loss.

Will he listen to this second suggestion?
of course not!

The more dangerous it is, the closer Lin Xiaosu has to get...

Because he had a strange feeling, he felt that his journey might not be able to avoid Saint Yue Ling.

The brothers of the Dong family wiped out the entire family, and there was a shadow of witchcraft behind it.

How could a witchcraft that could make the brothers of the Dong family, who were both Hidden Dragon Gold Medals and had Miao blood and were born and raised in the family, fall so hard? It must be a top-notch witchcraft!

And there is another coincidence.

He searched countless information sources from Qianlong's data and concluded that Chu Tiankuo entered the Miao territory about three years ago.

And Saint Yue Ling also happened to have graduated from university three years ago...

The coincidence of time and the matching of skills...

Together they formed his next roadmap.

The next morning.

When Lin Xiaosu got up, the elementary school bell had already rung. Standing on the roof, Lin Xiaosu saw Hu Die and the little moon.

Little Moon's rocket-shaped hairstyle stands out among the other children.

Moreover, her bouncing walking posture also makes her more active than the children around her.

This is such an emotional life...

She was originally the most standard template of life tragedy, but because she met a good teacher, she was happier than the children around her, because her teacher had quietly replaced the role of her mother. The mothers of other children worked outside or farmed in the village, but her "mother" was right beside her...

Lin Xiaosu left the hotel and headed for the inner village.

With this step, he broke through the driver's kind reminder.

The inner village is different from the outer village.

There is a road to Waizhai, and it is a cement road.

There is no cement road in Neizhaizi, only a dirt road. Occasionally there are traces of motorcycles, but no traces of cars, because some places are simply not accessible to cars, not to mention the natural ecology. Walking on the road that the ancients walked on tens of millions of years ago, breathing the air they once breathed, and looking at the mountains and fields that the ancients once saw, his mood gradually became very peaceful.

There is a tea plantation in front.

At this time of year, the spring tea in the tea garden has long been harvested, but new buds have sprouted on it.

It is now August and the autumn tea is about to be harvested.

There are signs of human activities in the tea garden. Even though no one can be seen, melodious singing can still be heard coming from the tea garden.

It was a clear and gentle female voice, singing in Miao language.

Lin Xiaosu couldn't hear the lyrics clearly, but when she occasionally heard some words, such as "brother" and "sister", she thought in the direction of love, which was probably right.

Suddenly, a girl ran out from the tea garden in front.

As soon as she saw Lin Xiaosu, the song in her mouth stopped abruptly, her face suddenly turned red, and she turned around and went back to the tea garden...

"Hey, little girl, ask for directions!" Lin Xiaosu shouted.

The village girl stuck her head out again, her face red.

"Do you know Yixiang?"

The little girl said: "There are seven or eight Yixiang in the village..."

There are actually seven or eight people with the name Yixiang?

Lin Xiaosu didn't take it seriously, as he knew that there were many people with the same name among ethnic minorities.

So he added a clue: "She went to college at Southwest University, and her father was once a Miaojiang witch god."

"I know, you are looking for Saint Yue Ling!" Another girl came out from the side. This girl seemed more generous than the previous one and spoke Chinese more fluently, but there was also a blush on her face. Perhaps this blush was a standard feature of Miao girls, caused by the sun in the mountains, or perhaps it was because they had too little contact with men from the outside world.

"Yes! Where does she live?" Lin Xiaosu said.

Two tea-picking girls came up from below and enthusiastically showed him the way...

Do you see the village ahead?

The one on the far left, the one with a big tree in the yard.

Lin Xiaosu saw that it was a very ordinary residence. The biggest feature was a strange big tree in the yard. The branches of the tree looked like snakes. He had never seen such a tree before, and it was not recorded in any "Botany" books.

If his eyesight wasn't so good, he would probably be shocked if he suddenly saw thousands of snakes hanging on a tree.

"Brother, are you Han Chinese?" asked a village girl.

"Yes!" "Then you'd better not go to her house."

"why?"

"Her mother hates Han Chinese the most. If you enter her yard, she will really smash your head with a carrying pole."

Lin Xiaosu was a little surprised: "Not really? People outside say that your Miao family is hospitable. Even if you are not hospitable, you won't take direct action, right?"

"It's hard to tell right now... Anyway, you'd better not enter her yard." The village girl said, "Yi Xiang usually goes up the mountain to collect herbs at this time, so she may not be at home. Otherwise, you can go over there and take a look. I think I saw her little tiger on the mountain just now..."

Lin Xiaosu nodded slightly and walked in the direction indicated by the village girl.

This is a mountain with a peculiar shape.

There is lush vegetation on the top of the mountain and water flowing on the cliff. If the cliff were flat, it would be a very beautiful scenery, but when the cliff stands up, it becomes a dangerous place on earth.

There is moss on the stone, which is extremely slippery. If someone is greedy for this beautiful scenery and accidentally slides down from it, it will probably be a feast for the whole village...

At the bottom of the cliff, there is a woman wearing Miao clothing and with a slim figure. She tilts her head back and stares at the cliff above. The curve of her chest is the most beautiful curve in the world.

Lin Xiaosu turned around from the top of the mountain and saw such a beautiful picture of the world at a glance.

Is she the Saint Lady Yixiang of Yueling?

"Xiao Hu! On the left..."

The woman raised her head and screamed.

On the cliff, a snow-white kitten crawled out from between the rocks and ran to the left.

"No, it's the other way around, it's the other way around. I was talking about your left side!" The woman pointed to the right.

The kitten somersaulted to the right...

Lin Xiaosu's eyes widened. This cat can really tell left from right.

"Don't jump, walk slowly! Yes... a little higher, do you see that yellow flower?"

Under her command, the little white cat walked gracefully on the cliff with its cat steps, and grabbed a yellow flower with its claws.

"Pinch it off at the base of the flower, don't pull it out by the roots."

The little white cat originally wanted to pull out the yellow flower by the roots, but when her order was given, the little white cat actually just pinched the yellow flower off at the roots.

Lin Xiaosu understood what the driver said: she can get the medicine that others cannot.

So this is the way to collect it?
Because she has a little white cat that can understand human language.

The little white cat knows left and right, it knows colors, and it even knows how hard to hit...

When its master gives instructions, it helps the master collect herbs in places that are difficult for humans to reach.

"Okay, come down!"

At the woman's command, the little white cat jumped up with the yellow flower in its arms and jumped directly down from the cliff more than ten meters high.

This jump drew a graceful arc in the air.

then……

tom!
It sat down in front of the woman.

Lin Xiaosu was stunned.

There is a magical biological device in the cat's body. No matter how high you drop it from, it can always turn over and land on all fours the moment it gets close to the ground. This is the fundamental reason why cats cannot die from falling.

But what's up with the cat?

High-altitude leap, perfect moves.

But when he landed, his butt touched the ground and he sat down on the ground.

It hasn't learned the skills it should have learned, and it is proficient in all the skills it shouldn't have learned. What is it playing at?
"Oh my god, you landed on your butt again! Didn't you learn to land on all fours? Why did you forget again?" The woman picked up the white cat and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Suddenly, she turned back sharply.

Staring behind him in surprise.

Behind her, of course, was Lin Xiaosu.

Lin Xiaosu had been there for quite a while and had witnessed with her own eyes her directing the little white cat to collect herbs on the cliff.

At this moment, my mind seems to be attracted by this little white cat...

The woman took no notice of him.

Now noticed.

Behind her stood a young man, who was obviously not from the village because his clothes were completely different from those of the people in the village.

"You are..." the woman began.

Lin Xiaosu smiled slightly: "I am from outside, I am here for tourism, are you Yueling Saint Aunt Yixiang?"

"Don't listen to what others say. I am Yixiang, just an ordinary Miao girl. I am not some saint..." Her Chinese is very standard, which is probably what makes her different from other Miao girls because she has been to college.

"Saint Aunt, Saint Aunt..." A loud shout suddenly came from the intersection ahead.

A village girl ran over quickly and said, "Go back quickly, something happened to Uncle Long."

"Ah? What's the matter?"

"He was injured in the fall and seemed to be poisoned. Over there..."

The village girl pointed and Yixiang saw it.

Seven or eight people were carrying a simple stretcher and running wildly on the mountain road, heading towards her home.

"go!"

Yixiang ran all the way, and the village girl also ran all the way.

When the two arrived outside the courtyard wall where the big tree was, Yi Xiang had already arrived: "Uncle San, put him down and put him on the cushion."

Several men hurriedly laid the stretcher flat. A middle-aged man on the stretcher had a black and blue face and his lips trembled slightly, but he could not say anything.

(End of this chapter)