Ling Yunpo walked around the tribe for a few times and met many monks of Zhuniao.
He is eloquent and eloquent. No matter whether the other person is a child, a young man or an old woman, he can say a few good words and quickly bring the relationship from stranger to familiarity.
At the same time, his conversation with his tribe members was also recorded secretly and reported to the tables of the clan leader and the two elders.
"Triparental education? What did he ask about this?" Seeing simple tribe members, under Feng Jiu's clever interrogation, they all foolishly revealed their true feelings. The patriarch felt that he couldn't bear to worry about his face.
Too embarrassing.
Today's Zhuniao clan has no so-called tribal education at all.
The demon lock tower isolates the inside and outside, not to mention the scriptures and jade slips, it is difficult to get even ordinary paper.
In addition, the competition among the demon clan in the tower is fierce, and the Shushan Gate who has tried from time to time comes came in, which has led to the fact that after several cultural heritages in the clan, there is not much useful information left.
"The possibility of the Tiannan Xu family can be basically ruled out." The elder next to him said.
Intelligence can be stolen, identity can be disguised, but thinking patterns are difficult to imitate... and even mutual understanding cannot be understood.
The human race occupies a vast country and has almost endless numbers, so we don’t care whether the number of newborns this year is too high or too small.
There are many talents in Jiuzhou, and they choose their excellent skills to be included in the entrance wall, so they will not care whether the quality of children's education is good or bad.
But this is not the case with the demon clan.
In terms of the number of demon races alone, they are even far above the human race. However, there are too many hatreds between different races and they cannot unite at all. If you take it alone, you will be beaten by the human race.
The Eastern Emperor Realm is the best example: everyone is driven here by the human race, and after so many years, they don’t want to counterattack the human world, they just want to fight each other inwardly... Because of this, they are facing the number of newborns and clans of the clan.
Learning education is very sensitive because this determines how many transformation monks, how many demon kings a clan will have in the future, and whether there will be an ancestor.
First, we will rule out the possibility that Fengjiu is a human spy.
So, what is the other party who is so interested in the basic situation of the Zhuniao clan in the tower?
"Or why don't you just ask the ancestor to ask him?" An elder made a suggestion.
In the tribe, Ling Yunpo was still chatting with the Zhuniao, and he had a little headache.
These feather monks are so good at speaking. Their voices are sharp and fast, and they can't stop, causing their brains to hurt.
"Fengjiu Fengjiu!" A little chick tried to climb onto his knees, "Are you my uncle? My mother's name is Fengsi..."
Mrs. Feng Si smiled shyly next to her, as if she liked to see her daughter getting close to this "outsider".
Ling Yunpo carried her down, and she climbed up again, making Ling Yunpo annoyed, so she could only discuss with Feng Si gently:
"...Madam, I think children should not crawl around. You don't want your daughter to fall and get hurt, right?"
"Oh, my daughter likes you very much." Mrs. Feng Si was not only not worried, but instead gave him a charming look, "It seems that Feng Jiu can be a good father~"
Don't do this, ma'am, your husband is still in the crowd behind you!
"Fengjiu, come with me, the patriarch wants to see you." Fortunately, his uncle Fengyi finally appeared and hugged his niece off Ling Yun's broken leg.
Ling Yunpo followed him to the bottom of the Fusang Wood and saw the clan leader and the two elders waiting here.
"You should know who you want to see this time, right?" After Feng Yi left, the patriarch asked in a faint tone.
Seeing that his expression was serious, Ling Yunpo felt like "I saw through you, a little girl", so he immediately started acting and said lightly:
"Well, then I'll ask you to lead the way."
Everyone walked into the tree of Fusang Wood, circled down the steps, and finally came to a small room deep in the depths.
I saw an elderly and beautiful old man sitting inside the room, dressed thinly and simplely.
Ling Yunpo only glanced at him and realized that this must be the ancestor of the Zhuniao clan.
The demons practice clan culture, and the biggest of the clan is the immortal ancestor.
In the Demon Locking Tower, most ethnic groups do not have ancestors.
However, a clan that can have three-digit transformation cultivators is one of the best strong sects in the Demon Locking Tower, and it is impossible for them to have no ancestors.
Among the ancestors of the demon clan, there are also strong and weak: the strong ones, such as Yinglong, are basically at the level of the Daluo Golden Immortal; the weak ones are probably similar to the Earth Immortal.
The answer given by the old ancestor Zhuniao in front of him was that it was almost the realm of the Golden Immortal.
"You are Fengjiu?" Zhuniao Ancestor opened his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.
"It's me." Ling Yunpo nodded and said.
"Why do you come to the Demon Locking Tower?" Zhuniao Ancestor asked slowly.
"Mr. Tushan, why can't I come?" Ling Yunpo asked him, "Is our Zhuniao clan ruled Nanzhou, but isn't as capable as the Qingqiu Tianhu in Xizhou?"
Zhuniao Patriarch pondered when he heard this, and then he slowly laughed:
"As you can see, our tribe is now in desolate."
"The number of newborns is quite healthy, but the education of the clan is almost non-existent. Many clans are unable to even use their bloodline magical powers, and they can only fight with their sharp claws and sharp beaks."
"In this secret realm, every thirty-nine rotations, it will be connected with other secret realms, and the tribes on both sides can launch wars to the opposite side."
"This is a open and upright internal friction strategy that Shushan has adopted against us, but we have no choice... If we don't invade other tribes and strengthen ourselves, other tribes will invade us."
Ling Yunpo thought for a moment and nodded:
"My feather tribe is mobility. In terms of the war in the demon lock tower, if you choose to trap your old nest, the start is equivalent to losing half of it."
"Only by choosing to actively attack the opponent and push the front line forward, can we bring out enough strategic depth."
"It seems that you are not an ordinary feather monk." Zhuniao Ancestor smiled faintly, "What does the clan mean?"
Ling Yunpo replied calmly:
"There is nothing in the clan, but because Tushanjun secretly helped the Jiaolong clan before, an elder mentioned a few words at the clan meeting."
After listening silently, Zhuniao Zuniao Zun quickly restored the truth:
Tushanjun helped the Jiaolong clan to escape from the Demon Locking Tower.
After the news reached the Zhuniao tribe of the Eastern Emperor Realm, it was estimated that some elders proposed: "We also have people trapped in the demon lock tower. Can we send people to help them?"
Of course, this proposal that slapped the head was a mess. After all, it was not realistic to counterattack the human world. The Zhuniao clan in the tower could not escape back. Why invest resources in this area?
The failure of the Jiaolong clan's riot proves that Shushan is still not exhausted at this time. Everyone is very realistic. They have to spend a penny in half, so they can only suffer another hardship. The prisoners in the demon tower are imprisoned.
Behind this Fengjiu, there was undoubtedly an elder who had sympathy for the tribe members in the demon lock tower.
As for who it is, don’t ask too much, first see if you can get the benefits.
"We can't provide much." Zhunniao Patriarch exhaled turbid air for a long time, "What can the messenger provide for us?"
"The martial arts." Ling Yunpo whispered, "The inheritance cannot be broken."
The technique...ha, I should have thought of it long ago.
Zhuniao Zun knew in his heart: If it were any elixirs or magic tools, they were all resources for cultivation and it was impossible to give it to him.
Only the bloodline technique can be copied with a jade slip, and there is no cost at all.
However, what our ethnic group lacks the most now is these techniques...
Not to mention the clan members, even Zhuniao Ancestor, who was born in the Demon Locking Tower and practiced to the immortal level alone, has a lack of martial arts inheritance and his mastery of bloodline magical powers and magic, probably not as good as the one from the clan.
What about a messenger!
"What is the meaning of elders." Ling Yunpo suddenly said, "First see if the clan can gain a foothold in the Demon Locking Tower."
What this means is that investment depends on the corresponding potential.
If the Zhuniao in the Demon Locking Tower split up and there are not even monks in the Ancestor realm, then it may be possible that when they will be destroyed by other tribes, and there will be no need for alms resources.
"What proof does the messenger want?" Zhuniao Patriarch smiled slightly.
"Nine-turn Zhu Feng Dan." Ling Yunpo said in a deep voice.
"Take one of my feathers can also be used as proof." Zhuniao Patriarch tried to bargain.
As the ancestor, although he can refine the Nine-Turn Zhu Fengdan, the yield is not high, so it feels a bit distressing to take it out as a proof.
"Only the Nine-turn Zhu Fengdan is impossible to have it in Tiannan Xu family." Ling Yunpo said in a tough tone.
On the surface, the family of the Eastern Emperor Realm was worried that the envoy would have a connection with the Xu family in Tiannan, so they took the phoenix's remains from the Xu family, and went back to lie that the division in the demon lock tower was still there.
In fact, it was the elder behind Feng Jiu who wanted to use these costless techniques to greed for an extra Nine-turn Zhufeng Pill, so he just made excuses.
Thinking of this, Zhuniao Patriarch took out a small wooden bottle from his arms.