"Sir, that happened a long time ago. Probably only the successive clan leaders know some of the details." Zhiyou lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, huddled in the shadow of the light, his mind wavering like a dim flame.
"Tell me what you know." Prince Qiao Wu lowered his head and flipped through the classics.
"My predecessor, the witch priest, occasionally mentioned something. It seemed that when the tribe was traveling across the wilderness, they encountered foreign enemies and suffered heavy casualties along the way."
"What kind of foreign enemy? Which clan?"
"That's not clear."
Prince Qiao silently closed the bamboo slip in his hand and picked up a set of slips connected with tortoise shells. Zhiyou caught the other party's calm eyes and felt a sudden chill in his heart. He immediately said: "I secretly guessed that maybe with, with...
"He gritted his teeth and simply gave up, "It has nothing to do with the Yu Clan."
"The Yu Clan." Prince Qiaomo stroked the ancient lines on the turtle shell and pondered secretly. At the time when the Wu Clan was divided, the Yu Clan could just sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, why bother to participate? And once the Yu Clan takes action, they will definitely annihilate the Zhi Clan.
How can a tribe allow a fish that slips through the net to escape into the wilderness?
There must be something fishy in it.
"What happened to the Zhu clan when the Gong clan ran away at the same time as the Zhi clan?" Wang Ziqiao asked again.
Zhiyou replied: "I heard that just like the Zhi family, many people died on the road. Later, there was no news about them. Maybe they have died."
"Dead clan? Not necessarily." Prince Qiao said calmly, "The most prominent martial arts family in the Yan Dynasty today has the same surname."
Zhiyou was surprised: "Sir, you mean..."
"I'm just guessing." Wang Ziqiao threw down the heavy tortoise shell slips and rummaged through all the witchcraft inheritance, but Zhu Youjin's spell was not among them. Zhiyou obviously didn't master it either, otherwise he would have taken action against him before.
At that time, Zhiyou's various emotions of fear, jealousy, hesitation, and shrinkage were all clearly reflected in his clear inner lake.
If the mind of the subject is light, what is reflected on the lake of Wang Ziqiao's heart is the shadow. If the light moves, the shadow moves; if you observe the shadow, you will know the light.
Wang Ziqiao raised his head, and Zhikarizhen's handsome and bright appearance suddenly flashed in his mind.
At this point, the inheritance and whereabouts of the Zhu You Forbidden Spell are generally clear.
There was a brief silence in the room.
Zhiyou glanced at Wang Ziqiao uneasily. Why is this alchemist interested in the witch clan? Is there any big secret hidden in the witch sacrificial books? Does Wang Ziqiao really know about his activities with the Yu clan? Will he inform Barre and execute him?
?
He was worried about gains and losses for a while, and his mind became more and more confused.
Wang Ziqiao suddenly waved his sleeves and extinguished the flames of the lamp, and the surroundings suddenly became dark.
Zhiyou was startled again.
"Is the Eternal Spring Pill still useful?" Prince Qiao Shi asked in the dark, shockingly.
There was a "buzzing" in Zhiyou's head, and his hands and feet were cold. He opened his mouth to say something, but his chest seemed to be pressed by a heavy boulder, making it difficult to breathe.
Prince Qiao suddenly stood up and walked over step by step.
Zhiyou gasped, staggered back, and hit the bamboo wall with his back. The dark attic seemed to have turned into an iron cage, and the midnight mountain wind banged against the bamboo window, like a trapped animal struggling hard.
"Don't deny it! That strange ray of vitality wandering in your internal organs must be caused by long-term consumption of Changchun Dan. Changchun Dan nourishes vitality and replenishes vitality. It is a secret life-extending elixir of the Tianhuang Hui Clan, specially used to pay tribute.
Fengyu Clan. You colluded with the Yu Clan and betrayed the tribe. Your crime is unforgivable!"
"Plop!" Zhiyou slumped to the ground, his heart filled with despair, and a series of emotional changes were clearly visible in Wang Ziqiao's heart.
Taking a step forward, Wang Ziqiao forced himself in front of Zhiyou, as if he was being pressured by the endless surging darkness.
He successively used various psychological means to suppress Zhiyou, step by step, and now the moment of harvest finally came.
The two were face to face, eye to eye.
"look at me--"
Wang Ziqiao shouted sharply, his eyes like light, lightning, flames, and blades, piercing straight into Zhiyou's spiritual world.
This is the moment when Zhiyou's heart is at its weakest.
Mesmerizing and striking to the heart!
In an instant, the light and shadow on the lake of the heart reversed. When the shadow moves, the light moves!
Zhiyou was in a trance, confused, and only heard a voice full of magical charm: "What's your name?"
"Zhiyou."
"How old?"
"The Year of Longevity."
"When did you get to know the Yu Clan?"
"More than thirty years ago." Zhiyou is like a marionette, answering all questions.
"How to get acquainted?"
"One time I went out to collect medicine and fell off a cliff and broke my leg. A young man passed by and helped me. He insisted on getting the medicine, and the broken leg healed in three days. Later I found out that he was from the Yu tribe."
Wang Ziqiao shuddered slightly, and he stumbled and fell down the cliff. It was obviously the Yu Clan's tricks to lure him into a trap. It seems that the Yu Clan had sneaked into the wilderness more than thirty years ago, no! It should have been earlier.
"From now on, you will work hard for the Yu Clan, and the Yu Clan will pay you with the Eternal Spring Pill?"
"It's not about working hard, I'm just asked to monitor the clan leader and reveal what's going on in the clan. Back then, the clan leader was Zhiye's father. After the old clan leader died, I kept an eye on Zhiye. Now it's Barei and
Zhikari Zhen."
Wang Ziqiao's eyes lit up: "Is there anything unusual about Zhi Shou?"
"Besides eating, drinking, and having fun, what else does that Guawazi know?" Even though his mind was under control, his determined tone revealed strong disdain.
Prince Qiao smiled intriguingly, and then asked: "How many people are there in the Yu Clan in the wilderness?"
"I don't know. I haven't met any other Yu clan members. I've only been in contact with that young man."
"What's his last name? What does he look like? What level of swordsmanship has he achieved?"
"He calls himself Wu Qi. He is very thin, with dark skin and shining black eyes. I don't know anything about swordsmanship, but he is very powerful, definitely better than Barre and better than Zashano."
"Sure enough, it is the Wu tribe of the Yu tribe who is dispatched." Wang Ziqiao muttered to himself. The Tianhuang Yu tribe is known as the Hundred Tribes, headed by the Feng tribe and the He tribe, and all the peerless swordsmen are among them. The Wu tribe specializes in reconnaissance and monitoring.
As well as conspiracy and assassination, the swordsmanship practiced is mainly cunning and agile.
Regardless of whether it is the swordsmanship or the martial arts that are affiliated with martial arts, they are all divided into four levels: refining the energy to transform, refining the energy to return to the spirit, refining the spirit to return to the void, and refining the void to combine with the Tao. Once a practitioner breaks through the final combination of refining the void,
The Tao can shatter the void and ascend to immortality.
Barre's martial arts has just touched the spiritual realm, which is considered the preliminary stage of refining qi and restoring the spirit. By refining qi and restoring the spirit, he can understand the true meaning of the spirit, which can be combined with martial arts and techniques to produce infinite magical effects. He has already entered the forest of real masters. And most of them have entered the forest of real masters.
A practitioner can only linger in the realm of refining Qi throughout his life.
Wu Qi is stronger than Bare, which means that he is at least an intermediate, high-level, or even a great perfectionist in refining qi to restore the spirit. In addition, the Yu clan's swordsmanship is indestructible and all techniques are invincible. This master alone is enough to monitor the declining Zhi clan.
tribe.
"Have Wu Qi asked about Zhu Youjin's spell?"
"there has never been."
Prince Qiao was slightly stunned. If it wasn't for the most mysterious inheritance of the Wu Clan, why would the Yu Clan be targeting the Zhi Clan? Is there any hidden secret? He thought hard for a long time, and felt a faint sense of danger, as if he was involved in a strange cloud.
It is a cunning chess game of life and death. If you are not careful, you will be eaten to pieces by both players.
The best thing to do is to retreat immediately and stay away from this situation.
It's a pity he can't.
"How did Zhiye die?"
"He went out hunting alone and died under the Wu Qi Sword."
"Why did Wu Qi kill Zhino?"
"It was a complete accident. Zhiye found out that he was being followed and took the initiative. Wu Qi told me that at that time, Zhiye was like a mad dog with red eyes, clinging to him and fighting for his life with every move.
It was a dangerous move, but he couldn't hold it back, so he was forced to kill Zhino."
An extremely absurd idea came to Wang Ziqiao's mind. Could it be that Zhiye... He pondered for a moment and then asked: "How long will it take for the Blood-Eyed Falcon to be sent out for a message and then returned?"
"Less than half an hour."
The Blood-Eyed Falcon can fly eight hundred miles in one hour, and it still has to wait for a while at Wu Qi's place. From this, it can be seen that Wu Qi's residence is about a hundred miles away from Bailing Mountain. There should be deep mountains and dense forests nearby, suitable for hiding, and there should be sufficient water sources.
For daily washing and drinking... Prince Qiao was thinking about it when his nostrils suddenly felt hot and two thin lines of blood oozed out.
On the lake of my heart, the light and shadow trembled and suddenly blurred.
Zhiyou was shaken suddenly, with a struggling look on his face, as if he was about to wake up.
Wang Ziqiao gently wiped away the nosebleed, and the bright red blood dripped on his flawless white jade fingertips, which was shocking.
He enslaved his mind and touched the old wounds of his soul, and was unable to continue asking any more questions. Time passed by, and the world was remade. Not only did his damaged soul not recover, but the injuries worsened, making it difficult to continue even such a simple technique.
In a few years, I'm afraid even my own consciousness will slowly disappear from this world.
"You, what did you do to me?" Zhiyou regained consciousness and stared at Wang Ziqiao with a face full of horror.
"You should ask yourself what you have done." Wang Ziqiao replied.
Zhiyou stayed for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears: "I just don't want to die, I just want to live for a few more years!" He tremblingly grabbed the hem of Wang Ziqiao's robe, and tightened his loose and withered hands, like a withered body curled up in pain.
rattan.
"Sir, do you know the despair of a man who is old and waiting to die? He can't climb the mountain, his skin and flesh are shriveled, and his trousers are stained when he poops. He can't fuck a girl, and he will vomit and have diarrhea after eating a few more mouthfuls of meat.
On a rainy day, Lao Han's legs were so painful that he couldn't sleep, so he had to stare out the window until dawn." He stared at Wang Ziqiao, slowly let go of his hand, and smiled miserably: "You are still young, you won't understand.
"
Wang Ziqiao stared at the branches for a moment and said: "After all, there is no trace of spring dreams, and my heart is so rare and confused. Master Wuji, please forget about tonight, it will be good for you and me." He waved his sleeves and walked towards the bamboo ladder.
Zhiyou looked at Wang Ziqiao's back in bewilderment, and suddenly chased after him, pleading: "Sir, my blood-eyed falcon...can you...give it back to me?" Wang Ziqiao didn't seem to mean anything.
He didn't want to pursue anything, but how could he be willing to let the other party hold the blame?
"The wizard made a mistake. Where did the blood-eyed falcon come from? Isn't the blood-eyed falcon in your bird cage?"
Zhiyou was stunned when he heard the words. Wang Ziqiao had already descended from the attic. He turned around and looked again. The blood-eyed falcon that disappeared did not know when it was squatting in the cage again, with a trace of confusion in its blood-red eyes.
Zhiyou breathed a sigh of relief, then rushed over in panic, opened the cage door, grabbed the Blood-eyed Falcon, and violently broke the bird's neck.
The short, shrill chirping of birds suddenly stopped, and Wang Ziqiao stopped.
In the deepest part of his spirit, the inner lake is as calm as water, and in all directions are huge and endless sunken lake beds, shaped like dry basins.
Compared to the past, the inner lake has shrunk ten thousand times. Only by finding the forbidden spell that interprets the secret of the soul can it be restored.
Wang Ziqiao looked back at the dark attic. What was the difference between him and Zhiyou? Floating alone in the vast deep sea of night, one could not see anyone else.
The only light comes from your own eyes.
Who wouldn't hold on to the only life-saving straw?
Zhi Yu is like this, so is he, and Zhi Shou is also like this.
Perhaps this is the most amazing human heart in the world.
Wang Ziqiao smiled indifferently and looked up at the deep and boundless sky.