Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

"Well, after all, little Qilin, you're the hero and the one who made the sacrifices in this matter. I won't force you to get involved in such a troublesome matter. After a while, go up the mountain and find out the result yourself."

"Senior Tingqin, how about you stop by Prince Jing'an's Mansion on your way down the mountain?" Chu Wuji blinked.

Crane Immortal rolled his eyes at him unceremoniously, then exchanged the positions of his snow-white, round, and smooth legs, and lightly rebuked him:

"You think of me as your messenger, and want me to tell you the result?"

Chu Wuji waved his hands repeatedly, his face serious, and emphasized:

"No, no, that's not my intention! I just want to invite Senior Tingqin to visit the Jing'an Palace. I will cook a meal myself as a token of my respect as a junior!

This Lihuo Mountain Range is considered my territory, yet I only gave you a chair as a treat. This is really outrageous!"

Only then did Hermit Crane nod in satisfaction. She knew that Chu Wuji was saying flattering words, but since the words sounded nice, she was happy to hear them.

"Come closer." The woman waved.

Chu Wuji didn't understand what was going on, so he walked over without thinking and half-knelt down. The beautiful woman on the stone chair reached out her hand and gently stroked his hair, expressing her love as an elder.

Chu Wuji couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

I thought he wanted to whisper something, but he actually called me over. It turned out he just wanted to touch my head.

"Then Senior Tingqin, you left the Shenxiao Sect afterwards..." Chu Wuji cleared his throat.

"If I remember, I will go to your house for a cup of tea. If I forget, please don't blame me, little Qilin~"

"......" The corners of Chu Wuji's mouth twitched.

Well, I got patted on the head for nothing.

Chapter 337 Clues on the Bone Knife

Shenxiao Sect,

The fairy mist softly shrouds the mountains, like a fairy wearing tassels, floating elegantly.

An elegant crane flew out from the clouds, leaving a hole in the colorful clouds. The holy land of Shenxiao Sect was vast. The crane talked with the monks and disciples guarding the mountain gate and learned where the elders were going. Its snow-white wings flapped a few times and it flew away without a trace in an instant.

The elders of the Shenxiao Sect were gathered on the Immortal Peak where the scriptures were stored. From the towering pagoda, one could hear discussions from time to time, and they all sounded distressed and worried.

After Taoist Jiuwu came back, he immediately threw the difficult problem to his fellow Taoist Laodeng.

However, since even the Jiuwu Taoist has no clues, the other elders may not have any clues.

There are 180,000 volumes of scriptures in the Sutra Repository. All that should be read has been read, but there is nothing they can do. They can only hope that they have missed some information. So everyone gathered here, flipping through the scriptures, looking for clues in a few words.

"Oh, it's making my eyes blurry...why not find a disciple to recite it? It's better to recite it with ups and downs, otherwise I'll easily fall asleep."

"A spell that originates from the 'Fuji technique' shouldn't be at this level, right? No matter how talented the sacrifices are, they can't summon the spirits of the ancestors!"

There are so many magical powers, but there is a threshold to use them. Apart from the threshold of realm, one must also have sufficient spiritual power, otherwise the spiritual power will be exhausted before the magical powers are formed.

It's all in vain!

"From now on, when I'm traveling, I have to be careful of cats and dogs on the roadside. If I'm not careful, they might invite their ancestors out and scare me!"

Although the immortal elders complained, they did not stop flipping through the scriptures, trying to understand the source of this magic, especially this unheard-of sacrificial technique, which had the same origin as the "Fuqi Technique" of the Shenxiao Sect.

If it were just a coincidence, it would be fine. Perhaps the ancient sages had the same ideas and happened to create similar spells.

I’m afraid that if it really has something to do with my family, the Shenxiao Sect cannot just shirk responsibility by saying “I didn’t know about it”.

The Jiuwu Taoist set his sights on the Taoist friends from the outer sect:

"Which other immortal family has similar magic? We need to ask them to help us and work together!"

The Crane Immortal landed on the fairy peak outside. She did not rashly enter the Sutra Library Pagoda of the Shenxiao Sect. Even though she was highly respected, she could not lose the proper etiquette.

She heard the drunken Taoist's malicious words and said unhappily:

"Are you planning to divert the blame and make life miserable for everyone?"

Jiuwu Taoist came to the window, looked out and saw Crane Immortal outside, waved and greeted him, and cheekily explained:

"How can you shift the blame? I was just kidding! What brought Senior Tingqin here?"

Hermit Crane was a quiet person, and she didn't want to see a group of elders coming to greet her one by one. Each elder of the Shenxiao Sect only needed to say a brief greeting, but she had to reply many times.

Great monks seldom meet each other often, but over the years, they know each other's character very well. On the outside, they are immortals with a celestial appearance, but on the inside, they are just old naughty boys.

Hermit Crane was certain that these old fellows would use the excuse of greeting their elders to avoid translating the scriptures and use her as a shield.

"I want to talk about the Nu River. Elder Jiuwu and Elder Ning, please come over and chat." She found an excuse to chat privately and chose the two women she had met last time in Xiaoyao Valley.

The elders of the Shenxiao Sect in the Sutra Library saw that Hexianren wanted to discuss private matters, so they didn't want to interfere and could only say politely:

"Senior Tingqin, I haven't visited you in almost two hundred years. It's been a while since I last greeted you. I'll let you say a few words later."

Crane Immortal ignored him and shook his head in disgust. The word "greeting" is almost being used in a derogatory sense!

Taoist Jiuwu and Ning Xianzhi brought Immortal He to the Shuajiu Peak.

The muscular girl was giving a massage to her senior brothers from other fairy peaks. She was beating them with the "Thunder Dragon Palm". From time to time, dragon energy could be seen descending from the sky, beating the senior brothers until they spit blood from their mouths and unblocking their blocked meridians and spiritual vessels. The massage force was very effective.

"What a lively child~" Crane Hermit looked at the energetic young man with pleasure.

"Senior, you came here specifically not to chat about Nujiang, right?" Ning Xianzhi could see what Hexianren was thinking.

She used the sect's order to dispatch several female disciples who knew how to play the zither to entertain He Xianren by playing music nearby.

"If we ever really talk about the Tiannu River, it can only mean that the Dragon King has awakened and is asking you to help hold the fort. That's definitely not the right topic to discuss right now."

Crane Hermit didn't beat around the bush and immediately confessed all sorts of information, as if he was unloading a burden.

Jiuwu Taoist was very interested in this information, but she heard something else. She looked at Hexianren with suspicion and said in a subtle tone:

"Senior, you just said I was shifting the blame, why are you now dumping the trouble on us...?"

"Okay, that's all the speculation about the turtle back picture. What do you think? If you don't have any, I'll go back first." Crane Immortal pretended to be confused and ignored the complaints of Jiuwu Taoist.

Ning Xianzhi was not distracted. She paid the entire attention to the information brought by Hexianren:

"Just now we were still struggling with where these powers came from. Now we finally have a clue. It turns out that they are the power of the evil star."

The stars in the sky are vast and endless. Every moment, unknown stars fall, releasing unique power and energy.

Some bring good fortune and may give a mortal in this world different opportunities.

But it could also be a bad fate, which would bring disasters big or small to the human world. The droughts, floods and tsunamis in some years were all related to the power poured out from the stars. In serious cases, a terrible disaster beast would directly descend.

However, when the power of the evil star is used by someone with ulterior motives, that is another matter.

The immortal elders would rather send down a disaster beast than the current situation, because human hearts are the most difficult to predict!

Ning Xianzhi's brows were cold, and she thought calmly:

"The blood of ancient beasts remains in the bodies of many creatures, but it's extremely rare. Some even remain in their primordial spirits. Perhaps the witch's tomb has borrowed the power of the evil star to amplify the influence of the blood.

The target of their sacrifice was clear: Qiongqi had set his sights on the leopard-headed hound. The nobles of the Western Regions treated it as a precious pet and protected its bloodline very well.

If the bloodline is pure enough, even if the gap between it and Qiongqi is huge, it will still increase the chance of reversion to the ancestral state.

Each immortal family has its own auspicious and exotic beasts. Although they do not deliberately do things like "purification and breeding", some extremely outstanding individuals will still emerge every few hundred years.

Jiuwudaoren had been chatting for a while when he could no longer maintain his sitting position. He lay on the stone table as if boneless, with half of his full breasts almost overflowing from his neckline.

She added, "There's bound to be resentment and stubbornness. The people of Wuzhong always have to stir up some conflict when they do things... That's right!"

Crane Immortal listened to the melody of the zither and asked leisurely, "Have you thought of anything?"

"I thought of something funny. Wasn't Wu Ji 'released' when he was a child? If he were targeted by the people in Wuzhong, would a Qilin escape and attack him?"

In the traditional concept, Qilin is a lucky and auspicious beast with a very positive image.

Crane Immortal was a little disappointed and looked at the lazy female Taoist helplessly:

"I thought you had some clue, but you're so idle you're gossiping about your own people!"

Jiuwu Taoist is not ashamed of this. She has been racking her brains in the Sutra Library for so long without drinking a drop of wine. It is reasonable for her to relax now, right?

"Senior, you don't know this. Our biggest clue right now is actually Wu Ji's. That Sky Fox detained the people from Wuzhong and left two alive. Maybe we can attract them to come and confirm the situation."

Strictly speaking, the feasibility of trying hard to find clues now and waiting for clues is about the same.

"Jiujiu, why didn't you tell me about this?" The cold, beautiful and plump female fairy said with a hint of anger in her tone.

"Just pondering the 'Fuqi technique' is enough, why talk so much?"

"That's right. We can only wait for clues. No amount of discussion will help." Ning Xianzhi agreed with her friend's words. She decided to talk to Chu Wuji privately later.

Upon seeing this, Crane Immortal did not linger any longer. The information had already been given out, and when Taoist Jiuwu passed it on to his fellow Taoists, they would be the ones who would be troubled.

Sometimes it’s really important to learn the thinking of young people like Chu Wuzhi, throw out the information, and wait for the results yourself.

*

The Crane Immortal flew over the Lihuo Capital and looked down at the prosperous capital below.

In a royal palace far away from the hustle and bustle of life, a handsome young man sat by a pond, fishing. The late spring breeze created ripples on the water, and his black and white hair fluttered in the wind.

His eyes were lost in thought, as if he was meditating and practicing. He keenly noticed the gaze of Crane Immortal, and his eyes gradually became clear, and he looked up into the sky.

"Even without much spiritual energy to support your ears and eyes, you can still be so sharp. It's really amazing!" Crane Immortal praised.

"Senior Tingqin, I thought you were really going to stand me up. What would you like to eat?" Chu Wuji gave up his chair and politely invited Hexianren to take his seat.

"No, I'm too lazy to transform into a human form. I just came over to take a look and will be back to Xiaoyao Valley soon."

Chu Wuji felt a little disappointed that he couldn't see the beautiful-legged Hexian, but he didn't show it.

This is not a look with prejudice, but respect and appreciation. After all, it is not easy to see the human form of Crane Immortal, and more of it is his true body.

"Is this the confiscated bone knife?"

The crane slowly lowered its head, and looked at the object in Chu Wuzhi's hand with its clear and quiet eyes, with elegant manners.

Chu Wuji handed the bone knife to Hexianren for a careful examination.

After a moment, Crane Immortal pecked at a pattern with his beak and reminded:

"Don't suppress the carving on the back of the knife too much. This is an ancient carving used for communication. The people from the Witch Tomb may use it to contact you."

Chapter 338 The Charm of Writing

Subpoena?

Chu Wuji was delighted. This was a great opportunity to get in touch with the Witch Tomb. He just didn't know if there was any way to replace the two people who were previously detained. If so, the opportunity would come!

The magic system and magic weapons controlled by this potential force are extremely important to the Sky Fox Goddess.

Chu Wuji calmed down and asked:

"How did this communication happen? The voice and the person seemed to be transmitted from thousands of miles away to me? Wouldn't this be exposed as soon as we met?"

"Not really. It can only release an aura to confirm each other's existence, like a beacon tower or a firework signal."

The Crane Immortal flapped his wings gently, his movements neither hurried nor slow, calm and leisurely. A warm fragrance wafted over, which was the Crane Immortal's body fragrance.

Two snow-white feathers flew down and landed in Chu Wuzhi's left and right hands respectively.

In just the time it took her to say this, she had already carved simple patterns into the feathers.

The feathers on the left hand suddenly glowed, and then the feather carvings on the right hand began to glow, emitting a sense of perception.

Chu Wuji immediately understood what it meant. This was indeed a signal firework. It had no function for conversation. It was simply sending a contact signal to see if anyone was there.

He muttered in disbelief, "They're a force capable of causing chaos, after all. Why are their methods of communication so... simple?"

"They are not easy to capture. A few unrivaled weapon refiners can easily intercept the voice transmissions of those magic weapons. Moreover, I guess Wuzhong's subordinates may not understand each other."

"Why do you make this inference?"

"The ancestor's spirit, Sky Fox, unexpectedly stayed behind, but the group of Wuzhong monks you encountered were completely unaware of it. This suggests that their subordinates were not sharing information and were each carrying out their own operations."

If you think about the reasons more deeply, you can come up with more.

Among these ancient peoples like the Wuqi Kingdom, there may be conflicts between different factions. In order to maintain internal stability and avoid disputes, the top leaders of Wuzhong keep their identities unknown to each other, as long as they can be used by them.

There are also empty promises. Different factions all want to revive their ancestors, but are such opportunities so common?