"That's the Phoenix-dwelling Wutong tree...?"
"Yes, although it is the first time for me to see it, and it doesn't look special except that it is a little bigger, but it is indeed the Qifeng Wutong wood that has been rumored in various legends in Qifeng City."
Bai Xiaoyao was the first to answer Luo Wusheng, and then continued: "But most of the legends are not very credible... In fact, apart from the shape of the few dead leaves that have not fallen, it doesn't look very similar to ordinary phoenix trees..."
"Oh, that's right. The name of the dish 'Phoenix Resting on the Wutong Tree' that we had in Changfeng Tower earlier also came from this."
Listening to his junior sister's words, Luo Wusheng nodded slightly.
However, he discovered that at this distance, his Ancient Phoenix Spirit was still motionless, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
(It seems that the possibility that the strange spirit chicken is a hint from the white-haired Lolita is increasing...)
As his thoughts raced through his mind, Luo Wusheng asked in a somewhat strange tone, "What are those red strings tied to the branches?"
The two tour guides had never mentioned anything related to this before.
This time, it was Xiao Yuli on the other side who answered him.
"Yes, it's one of the customs here... It's said that as long as you tie a red string to the phoenix-ridden phoenix tree, you will be blessed in the dark..."
Miss Jianxian said this and nodded seriously when Luo Wusheng looked at her.
Seeking blessings from something left behind by a phoenix demon
Luo Wusheng inexplicably felt that something was odd.
"Well, there is indeed such a saying. Brother, do you want to try it together later?"
With his junior sister endorsing him, Luo Wusheng didn't think any more and nodded slowly.
"Okay."
After all, it is the thing most related to the phoenix, so it won’t hurt to give it a try.
At this moment, he suddenly had an idea and looked in one direction.
Because his mind was distracted, he failed to notice the two girls exchanged a subtle look.
… …
Following Luo Wusheng's line of sight, it moved to a very far distance.
Above the sea from Jianzhou to Xuanyuanzhou.
A huge figure covered with black mist was stepping on the huge waves on the sea.
The figure carried a huge black broken sword on his shoulder. His heavy feet looked clumsy and slow, but he was moving across the sea at an extremely fast speed, and from time to time he would move an unknown distance in a flash.
Behind this black mist giant who looked silly as he ran, there were nearly twenty monks who kept stepping into the void.
Flying leaves, waves, flames, rocks, whirlwinds...
Various spell shadows appeared where the group of monks were.
Turning his head to look at the magic halo behind him that was brighter than the sunlight, the black fog giant ran faster.
Section 1#Volume 1#Chapter 325 I want to die, I want to die!
The Qifeng Wutong tree looks like just a huge dead tree with nothing special about it.
In this world with the concept of spiritual plants, the existence of such things should not have attracted much attention... The reason why it has become the symbol of Qifeng City is probably because of the various legends passed down from generation to generation by some people in some unknown era.
Otherwise, although it is called paulownia wood, it does not look like paulownia wood and it does not have many characteristics related to paulownia. It does not feel like a mysterious dead wood and there is really no element that attracts attention.
(But being able to survive as a dead tree for who knows how many years and grow to this size... it's definitely a bit problematic.)
Luo Wusheng looked at the scenery in front of him and began to think.
Unfortunately, however, his ancient phoenix spirit still showed no sign of movement.
After his eyes flashed slightly, Luo Wusheng raised his hand.
The hand was holding three red ropes.
Well, these were just bought by the two little girls from the old woman selling red ropes under the tree.
The two girls seemed to think that it was not good for him to be responsible for buying things all the way, so this time they took the initiative to ask him to wait in the open space, and the two of them quickly retrieved the three red ropes.
Then Xiao Yuli and the little demon girl each hesitated for a while, leaving marks on the red ropes they chose, and finally handed all three red ropes to Luo Wusheng, who was responsible for hanging them on the branches.
Luo Wusheng naturally would not refuse such a small thing, but he inexplicably felt that the looks from people around him were a little strange again.
But the two small hands that were still pulling at the corners of his clothes made him withdraw his thoughts. He followed suit and left his own mark on his own red rope. Then, his spiritual power surged, and he sent the three red ropes up the tree together.
Because hanging red ropes is not a scheduled activity, most people who have this idea have actually done it a long time ago. Luo Wusheng and others came at a coincidence, so although there were many passers-by at this time, the only people who actually hung the ropes were the three of them who happened to be here as tourists.
Choosing a taller branch with space, Luo Wusheng learned how to tie other red ropes and used his spiritual power to tie three red ropes on it.
However, the moment he tied the red rope, his movements suddenly stopped.
There seemed to be a strange feeling flashing through my mind, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
(… Is it the Sword Emperor’s Broken Sword again?)
Luo Wusheng subconsciously checked his connection with the Broken Sword... To be honest, he no longer had any doubt that the troublesome little Broken Sword might have caused the trouble.
Because he had just translated the latest information sent back by the other side not long ago:
[I want to die, I want to die!]
These six short words were enough to make Luo Wusheng feel uneasy.
Especially when he suddenly discovered that the route his Broken Sword was returning to him was not a direct one, but a circuitous one along a strange route...
It's like something is chasing it from behind
Luo Wusheng felt that the question he should consider now was how much trouble the broken sword had caused, and then decide whether to cut it off for justice...
(Huh? No information? Am I wrong?)
Luo Wusheng was stunned when he checked the connection of the Sword Emperor's broken sword but couldn't find anything unusual. But before he could think about it, two girls who saw that he had completed the task pulled him up.
"Okay, Senior Brother, now that we've finished looking at the Phoenix-infested Wutong Tree, shall we go look somewhere else?"
"Hmm... Hmm! I, I remember that this road leads to the Fengxia Monument. Why don't we go there?"
Bai Xiaoyao and Lu Yuli spoke one after another, interrupting Luo Wusheng's thoughts.
Luo Wusheng was a little slow to react.
These two girls should have explained these places in detail when they were touring before, but why did it seem a bit hasty this time... Was it because they didn't prepare much information about the Qifeng Wutong Wood, and had they already explained it all before
(The feeling just now has disappeared... Could it be that this dead tree gave me a strange feeling? But the ancient phoenix spirit did not react...)
Some things are still uncertain.
After thinking for a while, Luo Wusheng spoke slowly.
"Okay, let's go to the next one."
He said, "By the way, since we are here, let's go to Xiaofeng Mountain. Maybe we can catch that special chicken again."
Xiaofengshan is still the place most likely to become my destination at the moment, and I have to go there to take a look no matter what.
As for the feeling just now... If it is confirmed that Xiaofeng Mountain is not a place where the ancient phoenix spirit can be planted, then it will be necessary to come back and try again.
"Hehe~ I'll do whatever you want, Senior Brother. But if we really catch him, we might have to go to Changfeng Tower again~"
Bai Xiaoyao didn't object at all and said with a smile: "By then, the food I eat today might be more than what I ate in the past few months combined~"
Her words reminded the two people around her of the embarrassment of having their appetites aroused but not being able to satisfy them, and their faces looked a little strange for a moment.
"… It shouldn't be that coincidental, right? Let's not talk about whether we have yet to confirm whether that magical chicken is the special magical chicken in the legend of Xiaofeng Mountain. Even if it is, since that legendary thing can run to such a far place, how can it be so easy to see it again?"
Xiao Yuli muttered softly: "It can't just fall from the sky suddenly, right?"
… …
Time passes slowly.
Facts have proved that there was nothing wrong with Luo Wusheng's thinking all along.
In the end, he felt that several other places such as historical sites and scenic spots were not what he was looking for.
But he still had a happy time with the two little girls...
After all, the purpose of today is not only to plant the ancient phoenix spirit, but also to win the favor of the girls.
Among the scenic spots, there is no shortage of vendors with various characteristics, selling various specialties and running some interesting mini-games.
In addition, you can even see some street performers on the road.
Most of them are Qi-refining monks, and they have many tricks to perform, which can attract a lot of people to watch.
In such a lively atmosphere, the three of them did not feel bored at all.
Well, Luo Wusheng felt that as long as he looked at the two beautiful girls beside him, no matter what he did, it would not be boring... Of course, he would not say such words out loud.
After such fun, he clearly felt that the distance between him and the two girls around him became much closer.
(It would be nice if peace could continue like this...)
Luo Wusheng thought about the various events he was now involved in, shook his head, and then turned his gaze forward.
A medium-sized mountain appears in my eyes. The vegetation on the mountain is mainly bamboo. There are many bluestone paths for pedestrians. There are often stone sculptures carved in the shape of phoenixes on the roadside, which gives it a quiet beauty.
But what doesn't match is that in the bamboo forest, from time to time, there are loud crowing of roosters, breaking the quiet atmosphere.
This place is naturally Xiaofeng Mountain, where Luo Wusheng currently has the most suspicion.
Chapter 326: A sneak attack from a big black pot (Part 2)
Some distance outside Qifeng City.
boom!
A loud roar was heard, and it was heard from who knows how far away.
And at the source of the sound, in mid-air, all kinds of brilliant lights shone together, making it impossible to see what was inside.
"I'm going to kill you, Immortal! What are you bombarding? That ghost thing is so far away, what can you do? We are not in Jianzhou now. If we destroy something in Xuanyuanzhou and attract the gang from Wangcheng to hold us back, how can we chase that sword ghost?!"
"What are you arguing about? I know my limits! If I don't take action now, I'll be even more restrained when the sword ghost enters the city!"
"Quiet, quiet! We all have the same goal, so don't argue at this moment. If we let that special sword ghost escape, our trip will be a waste of time!"
"That's right. If you want to quarrel, go out and fight, or you will hinder me! And the young man behind you, do you think the Dao of Light is so great? You are blinding my eyes, why don't you restrain yourself?"
"Indeed, I have long felt that this halo is a bit too high-profile..."
Voices continued to be heard from the dazzling halo.
It seemed that the last words had an effect. The halo gradually dimmed, revealing nearly twenty monks inside.
Most of these monks do not look alike, but the spiritual power they display in their gestures, as well as the way they move through the void with every step, all demonstrate their terrifying strength.
These are nearly twenty Nascent Soul cultivators!
At the end of the team, a monk in white who looked like a pretty boy put away his halo. His face turned blue and red, but he didn't say much.
Correspondingly, a red-faced man in green clothes was at the front of the team. The air around him seemed to be distorted and expanded, showing that he was stronger than anyone behind him.
He is the only cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul among these nearly twenty people.
He just looked around.
There were three monks standing at that position, with shadows of flying leaves, flames and waves wrapped around their hands.
"... Are you sure that is the special sword ghost you saw outside Jianyang City?"
The red-faced man's low voice made the three of them look at each other in bewilderment, and finally the fire-type man clasped his fists.
"We are not sure if it is really that... After all, we saw with our own eyes that special sword ghost was killed by an unknown person in Jianyang Mountain..."
"Defeated by a Jindan cultivator?"
The red-faced man who took over the words frowned as he looked at the Yuanying of the three royal families who nodded helplessly.
"Leaving aside other aspects, the combat power displayed by that sword ghost alone is at the level of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul..."