The first thousand one hundred and seventy-eight chapters of the witch friends
Lin Zichen could tell that the wooden box should be made of sandalwood and rosewood. The surface was shiny and had the effect of a glass mirror, and the color was deep purple. At first glance, it was not made of wood that was thirty or fifty years old.
On the wooden box, gold wire is embedded, the carving is fine, and there are relief carvings with some strange patterns. Although you can't recognize the patterns, you can still see the exquisite workmanship. This wooden box alone is worth a lot of money, Lin Zi
Chen's curiosity was suddenly aroused. What is inside?
However, Lin Zichen did not speak. After all, he knew that this was a gift that Master Hong was about to give him, but he just didn't understand... what did this have to do with asking for something from himself.
"Master Lin, this is the second thing I ask you to do."
With that said, Mr. Hong placed the wooden box on the bed and slowly pushed it towards Lin Zichen, apparently asking him to open it by himself.
If facing others, Lin Zichen would definitely be more vigilant. After all, there were many examples of using this method to secretly attack the opponent. However, facing Mr. Hong, Lin Zichen was not at all on guard. He just nodded and immediately stretched out his hand.
wooden box.
The surface of the wooden box feels extremely smooth, but this warmth is not like glass, but an obvious woody feel.
Picking it up gently, Lin Zichen could smell the rich aroma of red sandalwood, and at the same time, Lin Zichen clearly felt that there was a faint breath of life in the wooden box.
It's actually a living thing?
Lin Zichen looked at Master Hong, his eyes full of surprise.
"Haha, Mr. Lin, let's take a look first."
Lin Zichen nodded immediately, opened the delicate gold buckle on the lid, and opened the lid slightly.
At this moment, a faint white air overflowed, very soft, and slowly drifted away.
When the lid of the box was completely opened, Lin Zichen was stunned...
The box was covered with soft silk cloth, and in the middle was a small white insect. There was a faint pink under the white skin. The insect's body was fleshy and bamboo-shaped up and down, like a
It looks like a small meat ball connected together.
The bug was obviously sleeping, its body was breathing evenly, and Lin Zichen could even hear its slightly heavy breathing.
Of course Lin Zichen recognized what it was. When he first saw the three-eyed silkworm, the appearance of the three-eyed silkworm was right in front of him, but the silkworm in front of him... shocked him even more.
Although the Celestial Silkworm is small, Lin Zichen observes it carefully. The nine thin lines on the small face are clearly nine eyes!
Nine-eyed silkworm Gu!
Lin Zichen opened his eyes wide and turned to look at Master Hong, who smiled calmly: "Master Lin, do you recognize him?"
"Nine-Eyed Silkworm Gu, Master Hong, is this...a gift?"
"Haha, Mr. Lin, I hope this small gift from me will not disappoint you." Mr. Hong said.
"Disappointed? Mr. Hong, don't be joking. Previously, Zichen had heard from Lingpo about the status of the Celestial Silkworm Gu in the witch clan, and she even respected the Nine-Eyed Celestial Silkworm. Zichen would not dare to hand over such a precious gift. Please ask Hong
Leave it to the witch clan!"
"Master Lin, I am not joking. I remember I just said that this gift is just an object in other people's hands. Think about it, but in Master Lin's hands... it is the Nine-Eyed Celestial Silkworm!"
Mr. Hong was very serious when he said this, and there was no hint of joking in his eyes.
Lin Zichen frowned slightly: "Master Hong, Zichen doesn't understand what you are saying."
"Master Lin, look at this silkworm."
Lin Zichen looked at the silkworm in his hand and said, "It is sleeping soundly. If it wakes up, these nine eyes should be even more awe-inspiring."
Master Hong sighed after hearing this: "It... I'm afraid it will be difficult to wake up."
"Huh? What do you mean by Master Hong?" Lin Zichen asked.
"I raised this little beast from the age of rice grain to nine eyes, but it fell asleep fifty years ago and has not woken up until now."
"What? Fifty years of sleep?" Lin Zichen looked at Tiancan again. His mentality at this time was completely different from before. You must know that this little guy is dozens of years older than him...
"That's why I said this thing is only worthy of Master Lin. A sleeping nine-eyed silkworm is just like an ant. It can be easily trampled to death. Even if it is placed in the Wu Clan, it is just a decoration!" Master Hong said.
Lin Zichen seemed to understand what Master Hong meant. It seemed that Master Hong hoped that he could awaken the Nine-Eyed Celestial Silkworm. This should be the second thing he asked of him.
"Master Hong, do you mean that I can revive this little thing?" Lin Zichen asked.
"That's right, Mr. Lin, looking at Chinese martial arts, maybe only you can do it. I hope you can agree to this, okay?"
As he spoke, Mr. Hong's eyes were extremely sincere. It could be seen that the nine-eyed silkworm was also very important to him. After all, it would not take twenty or thirty years to raise a silkworm with nine eyes. It can be said that this little thing
He should have been with this Wu Zhu for most of his life.
Thinking of this, Lin Zichen was also in awe. The fact that Master Hong could entrust this thing to him now was a sign of absolute trust.
Seeing Lin Zichen thinking, Mr. Hong said: "Mr. Lin, I am about to die. If you don't agree to this request, you will really die in peace."
"Master Hong, of course Zichen will agree, but how to wake up this little guy?" Lin Zichen said.
"The ultimate power awakens, but... the sleeping Celestial Silkworm cannot be hurt. If the Celestial Silkworm wakes up, even the Creation Realm warriors will have difficulty getting close to it, but in its sleep it is no different from an ant, and its life is fragile."
After Mr. Hong finished speaking, Lin Zichen couldn't help but take a breath. The ultimate power was awakened? But it couldn't be hurt...
It stands to reason that Lin Zichen has many ways to achieve ultimate strength, such as attracting thunder to attack, attacking with martial arts, or using Xiaoyao Compass to shoot explosively, but how can these methods not hurt Tiancan?
"Master Hong, how can we achieve the ultimate strength without hurting the Celestial Silkworm?"
Hearing these words, Mr. Hong couldn't help but sigh: "This... I don't know, otherwise I wouldn't have let this beast sleep for half a century."
Lin Zichen nodded slowly. This was true. If Master Hong knew how to awaken the Nine-Eyed Celestial Silkworm, he might not have asked him for help now.
"Okay, Mr. Hong, Zichen promises you that he will do his best to awaken the Celestial Silkworm. If that day comes, I will definitely return it to its original owner and return it to the Wu Clan!"
After Lin Zichen finished speaking, Master Hong's eyes were full of appreciation and respect. He smiled slightly: "I'm not wrong about you, Master Lin, you are a true gentleman!"
"This is what Zichen should do, after all, he belongs to the Witch Clan!"
"No, Mr. Lin, you have misunderstood me."
"Um?"
"The reason why the Witch Clan is where it is today is because of the heretical inheritance of Poison Boy Gu, Gu Girl and Ben Lian. The Green and Red Witch Clan all have the means to kill each other. If this Nine-Eyed Celestial Silkworm is given to them... Haha, Lin
Master, in your hands it is a restraint on them, and I trust your character."
Hearing this, Lin Zichen felt a sense of emotion in his heart. In fact, although he had met Mr. Hong many times, he was given such trust just by himself, and Lin Zichen felt grateful from the bottom of his heart.
"But Mr. Hong, Zichen still feels that such an important thing should stay in the Wu clan..."
"Haha, isn't Mr. Lin a friend of my Wu clan? I regard you as one of my own!"
Master Hong's words completely stopped Lin Zichen from talking. He nodded and did not speak again, but his heart was like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, with turbulent waves...
In the snowy cloud valley.
Situ Zhentian was sitting on a rock, seemingly in a trance, looking in a direction in front of him, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
On the high stone on the other side, Mr. Eagle had an indifferent expression, his eyes slightly closed and he was calm and focused.
I don't know how long it took, but Situ Zhentian couldn't help but stood up and walked over, saying: "Master, what happened to the Wu clan? Who issued that mysterious power? Is it Lin Zichen?"
"I don't know, but the power of Japan's refining and the totem of the Witch Clan broke out at the same time. It is the most correct choice for us to leave. As for what will happen next, it has no meaning to us." Mr. Eagle said, without even opening his mouth when speaking.
eyes.
"But... but master, Lin Zichen is still in Longxue Mountain. I feel that he has completely controlled the Wu clan. If this continues, will it affect us?" Situ Zhentian said.
Hearing this, Mr. Ying glanced at him and said, "Zhentian, is the fire in your heart burning up again?"
"I……"
Situ Zhentian paused for a moment. In fact, what Mr. Eagle said was right. He really hoped that the master could take action and Lin Zichen would not die. He could not calm down in his heart, and the hatred was almost always stuck in his chest.
"Hmph, are you going to ruin my big business for this little thing? I have reached the last level of practicing Xuan Gong. Once I break through the ninth level, I can absorb Chu Ping's energy. At that time, I will enter the realm of creation, even if it is a supernatural academy.
What can you do to me?"
Mr. Ying shouted angrily, Situ Zhentian did not dare to say anything more, he just lowered his head and listened.
Mr. Ying jumped off the high stone, paced with his hands behind his back, and said: "I have been holding back the hatred in my heart for more than ten years. Zhentian, if I were like you, I would have died at the hands of Nangong Jue!"
"Master, tell me...could that power just come from Nangong Jue?" Situ Zhentian said.
"That's not important. Even if he is, he still hasn't discovered me. All I want now is time. By then, let alone Lin Zichen, Nangong Jue will also succumb in front of us!"
Situ Zhentian nodded: "Master, I understand, I will endure it, and I will do my best to improve your cultivation while you are in retreat."
Mr. Ying smiled: "That's right, there is no limit to martial arts, and we can't allow us to stop, but... Zhentian, when Lin Zichen was in Longxue Mountain, he still tried his best to leave Xueyun Valley as little as possible. If he discovered anything,
...I don’t want anyone to find Chu Ping’s aura, understand!”
"Yes, Master, Zhentian will not leave Xueyun Valley even half a step without your permission!"
Mr. Eagle chuckled lightly, then suddenly jumped up into the air, stepped down with one foot, stepping on the air as if stepping on the ground, and jumped into the higher clouds again.
Listening to the occasional screams of birds and animals from around him, Mr. Eagle raised his head and took a deep breath, looked at the cloud-shrouded front, and laughed.
"Nangong Jue, when we meet again, I will make you pay back everything you owe me, everything I have!"