"You've been hit by my calming incense. You can't move it no matter what. It's no use even thinking about luck. It's better to save it." The old man revealed Ling'er's intention with one word.
But the Rusty Sword really cannot be summoned.
It is true that the Emei Flying Sword can be used to drive the sword with thoughts, but it also needs to use internal energy first, and then gather the spirit. But now Ling'er can't use any internal energy, and she is angry and scared, and her energy is also low.
It's hard to concentrate, I'm almost nervous right now...
Ling'er is not very afraid of death, but it would be too tragic to die and be cooked and eaten by others. When we go to hell in the future, when we see the two friends Black and White Wuchang, will we still be laughed to death by others?
If I had known that this old man appeared without any embarrassment, I should have taken action to restrain him first, or directly killed him with the Emei Flying Sword, and I would not have ended up in this situation.
The world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable. What the master and brother said makes sense. As a human being, you can't be too kind.
Ling'er stopped talking, but the little parrot began to yell and curse, and cursed in various languages. The old man ignored it, bent down and just walked away.
The cave was quite deep. It took about a cup of tea to go all the way down before the old man put her down. Ling'er looked up and saw that her eyes suddenly opened up. There was actually a cave!
It is freezing and snowy outside, but here it is as warm as spring. The surrounding green grass is full of yellow flowers, and there is a small river meandering through it, gurgling...
Is this the paradise of paradise?
"Hey, I've been looking for it for so long, and I finally caught it today." The old man walked to a clump of dark green vine leaves on the grass, touched his chin and laughed.
"What is this?" Ling'er couldn't help but ask.
"You don't know what it is?" the old man said, "Why are you chasing me so hard?"
"I'm here to chase monsters!" Originally I was just chasing a little monster, but I met you, an old monster!
"Tch, I really have no eyesight. This is obviously a treasure, so what kind of monster is it?" the old man said with a smile.
"What treasure?" Ling'er asked curiously.
"Ten thousand years of Polygonum multiflorum!" The old man untied the bamboo basket and placed it on the ground. The little parrot inside rolled out, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Gah!" Ling'er and Ling'er looked at each other, feeling quite embarrassed. After all, they had been arrogant for so long, and they had never suffered such a big loss.
"A hundred years of Ganoderma lucidum turns into an immortal, a thousand years of wild ginseng turns into a human being, and a thousand years of mountain spirit turns into a dog. The dog monster you see is actually the mountain spirit, which is the spirit of ten thousand years of polygonum multiflorum. This guy is extremely cunning. I caught him on the right side of the mountain back then.
When we arrived, it was not even ten thousand years old, so we took it back to the Western Regions to raise, but unexpectedly it escaped."
While the old man was chattering, he took out a small iron pot and a few pieces of black charcoal from the bamboo basket. He plucked two feathers from the parrot and threw them on the charcoal to make fire. He took out a flint and struck it.
Sparks were fired, and the feathers instantly ignited. The flames were so powerful that they almost set his eyebrows on fire.
"Wow, this flat-haired beast is actually a firebird, tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk." The old man admired, filled the iron pot with water from the nearby river, and set it on the charcoal fire.
"Why are you boiling water?" Ling'er asked fearfully.
"You'll need to cook the Polygonum multiflorum while it's still fresh later, otherwise the medicinal properties will weaken after it's unearthed," the old man said.
"Oh... let's cook it then." Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief.
"But the remaining medicinal soup cannot be wasted, so I will cook you and the bird. I see that you are fat and white, with fine skin and tender meat. You must taste good." The old man added.
"I'm not fat!" Ling'er shouted.
"Hey, are you scared?" The old man walked to the clump of vine leaves with a hoe and looked at it from left to right.
"I'm not afraid!" Ling'er's big eyes were full of fear. After saying this, she felt something was wrong. She nodded hurriedly, "I'm afraid. I'm very afraid. If I'm afraid, the meat won't taste good. Don't
Eat me!"
The old man ignored her, spit on his hand, picked up the hoe, and started digging.
"It's delicious if there's a fat man outside." Ling'er also tried to convince him, "It's white and fat like pork belly. It must be fragrant, greasy, and not filling your teeth. Let me go, and I'll catch him and bring him to you."
Eat." Of course it was Fatty who was talking about it.
"If you like to eat parrots, there are a lot of them outside. Just let me go and I'll catch a few for you." The little parrot also realized that the danger was approaching, stopped scolding, and began to surrender. After all, he saw
The water is about to boil...
"There's no need to worry, I'll catch them all and kill them later. I won't be able to eat them all. Let's dry them in the sun to prevent the weather from getting too dark." The old man's words really sounded like a monster's.
Suddenly hearing a soft bang on Linger's head, the old man was suddenly startled and turned his head to look.
Ling'er looked at the little parrot and said, "You worthless guy, you will die if you die. What the hell are you farting at?"
"Waite?" The little parrot's eyes widened, thinking that if you fart to look at others, you farted it yourself!
"Why are you staring? You fart and you still don't admit it!" Ling'er said loudly.
"Maybe it was the old monster who set it off." The little parrot had a temper that even Xiao Chen couldn't get used to, but it never made a loud noise with Ling'er and seldom talked back.
But I don't want to admit that I fart, as if I am a coward.
"Don't be afraid, brother, they will definitely find us soon and kill this old monster!" Ling'er said this to the little parrot, but mainly to embolden himself.
The old man sneered twice and continued digging into the medicine. He concentrated on digging, and every time he moved the hoe, he had calculated the direction, just in case he accidentally dug up the treasure.
He didn't notice that the little spider that had been all red quietly crawled out of Ling'er's arms and went straight to his feet...
Ling'er just tried the Rusty Sword but couldn't summon it, so he suddenly thought that he still had a little spider. Even if he summoned it with his mind, it wouldn't require any internal force.
The little spider sensed the call and knew that his master was about to be cooked and eaten. In anger, he immediately broke the cork of the porcelain bottle and came out to save the savior. He rushed a little too hastily, pushed the cork directly open, and let out the cry just now.
There was a sound that sounded like farting.
"Eh? Brother, you're here!" Ling'er suddenly made a fuss.
The old man was startled and quickly looked up at the cave. It was dark, but there was no one there.
"Master, master, this old monster wants to eat me. You are a spirit in the sky, so you must protect me! The sky is Lingling, the earth is Lingling, Master, show your spirit quickly!" Ling'er shouted again at the top of her voice.
This was a deliberate distraction of the old man's attention to cover the little spider's sneak attack.
"Teacher Ciyun, help me!" the little parrot also shouted.
"Master Ciyun?" The old man was stunned for a moment, "So you are a disciple of Emei."
"Yeah, are you scared?" Ling'er said in her heart that my master is no longer here, otherwise she will definitely cut you into pieces!
"No wonder you are good at martial arts. Well, the meat of Emei disciples is particularly delicious." The old man was not intimidated by Master Ciyun's reputation.