Seeing the disappointment on Yanxia's face, who was over fifty years old, Lin Yige didn't give in and said: "But I know someone who can do it."
Hearing that someone could separate bloodlines, Yuxia's eyes lit up again and she asked: "Who can do it? Can the immortal introduce it to Mingyue?"
Maybe I was too excited, so I said this sentence vaguely.
Lin Yige had no choice but to look at Juan Mingyue and replied with a guess: "As long as Juan Mingyue becomes the eighth-generation true disciple of the Guiyi Sect, someone will naturally be able to solve this matter."
Yu Mingyue raised her hand to intercept Yu Xia's questioning, and said seriously: "Listen to Uncle Lin, do you need to ask the true elder to do this?"
Lin Yige nodded. The blood of the eight surnames has been blended together for 800 years. Only the true brothers and sisters who are above the refining stage can reorganize and differentiate the blood. The higher the cultivation level, the smaller the damage.
She said without thinking: "Only by asking the true brothers and sisters to take action can you keep the other seven surnames intact."
After Lin Yige finished speaking, she had a meal.
She realized that she had taken it for granted.
Yu has been the great shaman of the Jiuli tribe for 800 years. It is not easy to restore the original Jiu witch system all at once.
In addition to this harsh method, there is actually another slightly easier method - Yu Mingyue only retains the bloodline of the Yu surname and trains the other seven surnamed witches from scratch.
Compared to re-splitting the eight-strand rope into various colored threads, it is naturally much simpler to keep only one color thread intact and ignore the damage to other threads.
Thinking of this, Lin Yige added: "If you just want to eliminate the Wu clan bloodline that does not belong to the surname Yu, just ask-"
"Uncle Lin," Yu Mingyue interrupted her and said word by word, "this disciple will definitely pass the true test!"
Lin Yige was convinced that she had a little more confidence that Yu Mingyue would pass the true test.
There is no right or wrong between these two methods, but they are superior and inferior.
In the former case, Yu Mingyue has no intention of being attached to the position of the great shaman of Jiuli Mountain, and her indifference is conducive to spiritual practice; in the latter case, her attachment to the power of the mortal world is not beneficial to the path to immortality.
……
The three of them talked for a while, and then a few strong young men from Jiuli Mountain came towards them holding wine glasses.
Yu Mingyue noticed those people's intentions, immediately stood up and said a few words to everyone.
Amid the noise of the crowd, Yu Mingyue sat back down next to Lin Yige with peace of mind and said: "Uncle Lin, don't worry, the men from Jiuli Mountain will not come to toast you!"
Lin Yige was stunned when he heard this, remembering that this was the advice from his fourth senior brother Yu Weize.
She had previously felt that the fourth senior brother was worrying too much. From the perspective of a Jiuli tribe man, how could he like a Jiuzhou woman who didn't look strong at all?
This is the truth. The eyes of the young people in Jiuli all fall on Yu Mingyue!
Lin Yige pointed to the young man who came forward to raise his glass and the men in line behind him with some humor, and reminded: "My nephew, they don't seem to be here to see me."
The young Jiuli men seem to have arranged their order according to some conventional rules.
The first young man who stood in front of Yu Mingyue was tall and strong, with deep features, and even his hair was extremely black and shiny.
Yu Mingyue turned around and looked up, meeting the young man's eyes.
When their eyes met, the young man's eyes lit up, and he immediately puffed up his chest and sang loudly.
His voice is loud and clear, full of vitality, which shows his strong body.
After singing two lines, he handed the wine glass made from the leg bones of beasts filled with fine wine to the eyes of Yu Mingyue and lowered his head slightly.
The wine in the animal bone cup swayed slightly, creating moving ripples, revealing the nervousness of the person holding the cup.
Yu Mingyue was silent for a long time, glanced at the young man in the long row behind her, lingered on that young man for a moment, and then took the animal bone cup and drank it all.
The young man had a dreamlike expression on his face, and it wasn't until the empty animal bone cup fell on his hand that he came to his senses and showed an honest smile to Mingyue.
Then, amid the congratulations of everyone, he left the welcoming banquet happily.
Seeing this, the row of young men behind him angrily held their wine glasses and went to look for other women who were not yet companions.
Yu Mingyue coughed lightly and said nonchalantly: "It made Uncle Lin laugh."
She was very frank and didn't want to give herself any reasons.
It's just that in front of my mother Yuxia, it's a matter of men and women, so I can't continue this topic.
Lin Yige smiled knowingly and only reminded: "Be in moderation."
The disciples of the Guiyi Party have no requirement to end their love.
As long as you don't indulge in lust every day and delay your cultivation, and you don't have to live and die for it, what if you have nineteen partners like third senior sister Chi Wulan?
……
There were no more disturbances at the welcome banquet.
When the concert was over, Lin Yige said goodbye to Yu Xia and Yu Mingyue, mother and daughter.
"Uncle Lin, how many more days will you stay in Jiuli Mountain?"
"No, I have just broken through to the late Golden Elixir stage, so I need to go back to Heming Mountain to stabilize my cultivation."
Yu Mingyue paused and said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you back to the sect for the time being."
She also wants to re-organize the cliff burial for Yuzhi, teach the Jiuli ancient script to the tribe, train the next great witch and the witches who are preparing to inherit the blood of the eight surnames, and promote the cultivation of medicinal herbs...
There are still many matters in the Jiuli tribe that need her to decide and preside over.
Only by making proper arrangements as soon as possible can you devote yourself to cultivation wholeheartedly.
Lin Yige waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Don't worry, just come back before the war."
Yu Mingyue looked at the sky and advised: "Uncle Lin is walking alone at night. It will be inconvenient. Why not wait until dawn before setting off?"
"Nothing is inconvenient, just send it here!"
With that said, Lin Yige prepared to leave with his sword.
As the old saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a good time to travel!
If you are lucky and encounter obstacles, you can improve your cultivation level.
But the Gengxin sword under his feet did not move at all.
Just as he was about to urge him, Geng Xin sent a voice through his spiritual consciousness and reminded him angrily: "Master, you have forgotten something very important!"
Lin Yige was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly, what else could Geng Xin say be important?
She turned to look at Yu Mingyue and asked: "Master Nephew, the gold promised before..."
Yu Mingyue was slightly startled, "Uncle Lin, please wait for a moment."
After that, she whistled and summoned a swarm of poisonous bees.
The swarm of poisonous spirit bees is like a tornado, rolling towards a stone statue in the middle of the side peak.
Not long after, the bee swarm returned carrying the stone statue.
Yu Mingyue pressed her hand on the stone statue and murmured a few words.
The stone statue peeled and peeled, and a layer of stone shell fell off, revealing its golden true face.
"Wow! Gold! It's really big!"
Geng Xin's voice was filled with excitement, and Lin Yige seemed to hear the sound of her swallowing saliva.
With such an ignorant look, I don’t know if someone will coax him away with a large piece of gold in the future.
As soon as Lin Yige collected the big pile of gold, Geng Xin took the initiative to carry her back to Heming Mountain at an unprecedented speed.
I left Yu Mingyue and Yu Xia behind, watching a purple light streak across the sky like a shooting star.