After cutting through the stone forest, the old dwarf quickly calmed down his anger and jumped back to Wen Leyang to continue talking about the past. WwW!QuAnBen-XIaoShuo!com
After the formation of Huanhe, the Qilian Immortal Sect retreated and cut off all contact with the outside world. From generation to generation, they guarded Linglong Bing in the golden nest. Of course, from time to time, there would still be people coming out of the valley to steal children and come back as disciples.
The exquisite ice grows day by day, and huge icicles rise from the ground. The Qilian disciples rejoice. When Linglong Bing was young, the breath of mortals had a great influence on their growth, so Qilian disciples only guarded them from a distance and rarely came close.
There are only three forces permanently stationed in the Pinjin Nest, the Qilian Immortal Sect, the two copper ants grinding their teeth, and the other is a group of golden sprites that were born when the Linglong Ice Soul first transformed into the spiritual spring.
Two copper ants grind their teeth to extract the highly poisonous metal from the gold ants, and they have been hunting them for hundreds of years. However, both their molars and the gold ants have been in harmony with the Qilian Xianzong and have always lived in peace. In addition, there are occasional outside practitioners. As long as they are willing to stay on the edge and practice, Qilian Immortal Sect will not pay attention to them.
"But, twenty years ago," the old Taoist's tone suddenly changed and became extremely stern: "One day, a strange noise suddenly came from the stone forest!"
Xiao Yi was completely attracted by the story of the dwarf and asked professionally: "What is the sound!"
Anger, helplessness, confusion, gloominess and other expressions were intertwined together on the ancient dwarf's old face, which made the plum on his forehead shine brightly: "I can't tell what the sound is, it sounds like it's about to The baby who died of illness cries like a weak bitch giving birth, like a wild boar without a jaw gnawing meat, like a rooster with a broken neck crowing, and like a sheep with its tongue pulled out... "
Xiao Yi's beautiful forehead was covered with goosebumps. He couldn't help but hold Wen Leyang's arm tightly. Wen Buzao also smiled bitterly and interrupted the old man: "Where do you come from so many adjectives!"
Chi Maojiu's little face was full of horror, and he said to the old Taoist: "Wait!" He waved his hand and summoned his golden life fire again. Then he carefully pinched out a four or five inch long leather belt from his leather bag.
Xiao Yi asked with great interest: "What is this?"
"Fairy dog tongue."
Xiao Yi ouched. Regret was written all over his face. The hand holding Wen Leyang's arm tightened.
Chi Maojiu took out the black witch thorn again. He quickly drew a strange pattern on the dog's tongue. Then he threw it into his own life fire. Then he blocked his ears with his hands.
The flower dog's tongue enters the life fire. Immediately there was a burst of screams that could not be described in words. The kind where only the Lord of Hell's hand grasped the base of the kid's tongue. He only came out of the ground when he was struggling to pull himself out, mixed with wailing and bone-breaking screams of pain!
The screams continued for several minutes. Only then gradually dissipated. Xiao Yidi's face turned pale. He said angrily to Chi Maojiu: "Say hello in advance next time. Let me cover my ears." Chi Maojiu bowed and bowed to Xiao Yi. Then he turned to look at the dwarf and said, "Is it this kind of sound?"
The old dwarf thought carefully for a while: "I have some thoughts. The miserable smell is similar. But the abnormal noise that night was much louder. Even the thunder was almost covered. And there was a trace of life in it. Your noise . It sounded like a dead thing coming out; in that sound, it was more like something coming to life."
Chi Maojiu's face was solemn and he nodded like a little adult: "It's witch singing. There will be witch singing before a very important witchcraft is formed." After that, he took out seven or eight flower dogs from his bag. Tongue, while using the witch thorn to carve patterns, he asked: "It also rained that day..."
Wen Buzuo quickly jumped up to Chi Maojiu, grabbed his wrist and stuffed the dog tongue in his hand into his luggage: "It's almost as long as you know what it means. There's no need to learn anymore."
The screams just now were too penetrating. As long as you hear it once, you can control the three-year nightmare. No one wants to hear it again, even the dwarf veteran nodded along.
Wen Leyang asked the dwarf, "Did outsiders come in at that time?"
The old dwarf shook his head firmly: "Definitely not!"
After the abnormal noise that night, the dwarf veteran was afraid that something was wrong with Linglong Ice. He didn't care that his mortal energy would affect the ice branches, so he went into the Linglong Ice Forest overnight to check, but everything in the ice forest was normal. In the next few days, Lao Dao went in several times in succession, but still found nothing. Although I was confused at the time, I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, no one had ever grown a large vegetable like Linglong Bing. Maybe this abnormal noise was normal.
Naturally, it couldn't be seen in a day, two days, a month or two months, but after a few years, the Qilian Immortal Sect realized that something was wrong. The Linglong Ice Forest stopped growing from that night on, and the veterans were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. But I was helpless. No one knows what to do. There is obviously nothing in the ice forest.
The old dwarf said this and smiled miserably: "I was still comforting myself at the time. Maybe when Linglong Ice grows to this extent, it will stop for a while, and maybe it will give birth to ice soul, hey!"
This situation lasted until one day a few months ago, when that strange sound cracked the sky again!
The old dwarf stretched out a finger and pointed at the stone forest tremblingly: "The exquisite ice forest has become like this! When I looked at it in the evening that day, it was still crystal clear and radiant, but at night it turned into this. Dry stone!”
At the same time, the stone forest was also prohibited and closed. The old man was so angry that he wanted to use his magical power to split the stone forest. However, due to the huge shock in his mind, he almost went crazy. He vomited three liters of blood and was seriously injured. He barely recovered until not long ago. While he was recovering from his injuries, he ordered his disciples to go out of the valley to look for the mountain-protecting beasts that usually wandered around outside.
At the same time, other disciples also tried to attack the stone forest. Unexpectedly, Jin Zhizi, who had always been at peace with them, immediately fell out when he saw that the old Taoist wanted to attack his birthplace. The leader of the Qilian Immortal Sect was seriously injured and recuperating. The ordinary disciples could not stop the golden dragon, and they were never able to seriously attack the stone forest. It was not until a few days ago that the dwarf master recovered and returned, and the giant pangolin also rushed back after hearing the news, and then formed a formation to fight. Stone Forest, I want to break into it to find out what kind of monster is causing trouble, turning the Xinxin-growing Linglong Ice into such a stone forest.
Wen Buzuo curled his lips in disdain and mocked casually: "Do your mountain guardian beasts usually wander around outside? Aren't you afraid of being killed by the old monk?"
The old dwarf said angrily: "Senior Potu was powerful in the world two thousand years ago. Who can hurt him?"
The brothers looked at each other and knew that when the big pangolin came back, at least it was not injured. Others did not dare to ask more questions for the time being, for fear that the Qilian Immortal Sect would become suspicious.
Wen Leyang basically saw what happened next, and the golden beasts rushed back in groups to fight. Two molars chased the prey, the giant pangolin escaped into the stone forest, and the dwarf planted plums on his forehead...
When the Painting City entered the Golden Nest, the Qilian Immortal Sect was bombarding the stone forest while resisting the golden scoundrels, and had no time to take care of them. After the five old Taoists went to snatch the disciple's body, they rushed back to support their companions.
When the dwarf master said this, he suddenly changed the subject and turned his attention to Wen Leyang: "You have already tested it out just now. The restriction on the stone forest is witchcraft. And the Linglong Ice Forest made two scream-like noises in the past twenty years. Is it also the voice of witchcraft?”
Xiao Chi Maojiu interjected: "It's not him, it's me who tested it out. The two kinds of screams are definitely witch chants."
The old dwarf still stared at Wen Leyang and said angrily: "I'm just asking you!"
Wen Buzuo smiled at Chi Maojiu and said, "Boy, are you doing this on purpose?"
The dwarf old man also realized that the trouble was caused by his slanted eyes, and changed the subject again without changing his expression: "It is said by word of mouth among our ancestors that the master can draw fire to drive away ghosts and open mountains, and draw gods to lead fish to divide water. He This kind of magic has never been heard of by my ancestors. Someone once asked him and he said that this kind of magic is called: witchcraft!"
Xiao Chi Maojiu's thoughts were like a frog, jumping around in response to Lao Tao's words, and now they were in a mess: "What on earth do you want to say?"
The dwarf old man smiled coldly: "Someone is using witchcraft to help us for no reason. Linglongbing has been transformed into a stone forest twice by witchcraft in twenty years, and now it is blocked by the witchcraft again. Hehe! I'm afraid, the Qilian Immortal Sect has worked hard After living for two thousand years, I ended up making wedding clothes for others, and became a dog who helped protect others' treasures!"
Xiao Chi Maojiu let out a sigh of relief: "It's not impossible to use ice soul to plant a witch two thousand years ago and then take shape two thousand years later."
The Qilian Immortal Sect does not understand the art of witchcraft, but it connects the previous events together. The dwarf veteran almost immediately discovered a possibility: the benefactor helped Qilian disciples plant the ice soul not to regenerate Linglong Ice, but to cultivate something else through the growth of the ice soul.
If this is the case, the Qilian Immortal Sect first worked as a free coolie to build a mountain, and then worked as a servant to protect Linglong Bing for two thousand years. Moreover, they kept talking about their benefits, so they just needed to build a memorial tablet.
The old dwarf paused for a moment before continuing: "Earlier, we thought there was some powerful monster growing quietly in the ice forest. That's why Linglong Ice changed its appearance. So we had to go in and have a look. Now it seems that maybe it's us. The Qilian Immortal Sect has been led as a stupid dog for two thousand years. Hey, if this is the case, his ideas will never succeed!"
Wen Leyang glanced at Wen Budo and was full of doubts in his heart. Although the art of witchcraft is magical, it can only be regarded as a minor art in the eyes of cultivators. Miao Bujiao is a top witchcraft, but it is as poor as Jifei Shuijing. The rogue cultivators were all safe and sound at the foot of Qiniang Mountain. If it hadn't been for the demon Chi Ming's intervention, they would have escaped in a big way.
After much deliberation, it seemed that only their master Tuo Xie could use the power of witchcraft to convince a person from a sect like the Qilian Immortal Sect.
But when that expert went up the mountain, it had only been a few decades since the two masters, Tuoxie and Changli, fought against the world's masters of Taoism. It is estimated that even if Master Tuoxie turns into ashes and mixes them into the paste, and then smears them on the body of the golden dragon, he will still be able to be beaten. The enemy who cursed him day and night recognized him.
Xiao Chi Maojiu asked with a normal expression: "What does that person look like, what is his name, and what are his characteristics."
Wen Leyang praised the trumpet dragon root in his heart and took a carrot from Xiao Yi's hand.
When the old dwarf talked about this past incident, he kept talking very fast. Although the matter was slightly complicated, he didn't spend much effort in talking about it. Now his face was a little impatient: "Why, this person's appearance and name are also the same as yours." Does it matter if the ban is lifted?"
Xiao Chi Maojiu nodded matter-of-factly: "Witchcraft has been circulating in the world for thousands of years. Maybe you don't know that person, but he is an amazing figure among our Miao people. If you can guess who he is, you can know what he uses." Which witch is it? It will save a lot of trouble to crack it."
The old dwarf nodded doubtfully: "According to our ancestors, this man is dark and thin. He carries a huge sarcoma like a small incense burner on his back. He usually uses a stiff iron-headed snake as a walking stick. He is lustful and lustful. Wine, claiming to be Luo Luo."
The more Xiao Chi Maojiu listened, the more he frowned. He looked at Wen Budo.
Wen Buzuo laughed and raised his hands to the dwarf old Taoist: "Taoist Master, please excuse me. We brothers have a few things to say between us."
The dwarf's face twisted in an old way, but in the end he did not stop him and just asked: "As soon as possible!" He took the disciples back a few steps, but still surrounded Wen Leyang and others outside the stone forest.
The poisonous flow of gold flowed over slowly, like a coiled snake. Protected Wen Leyang and others in the center.
The old dwarf also said: "Please forgive me!" The giant sword Liujin Huoling and the Qilian disciple's red sword formation rose into the sky. The old Taoist was afraid that they might do something like Leyang Shojin, who ducked into the stone forest in a flash.
As soon as the old Taoists retreated. Xiao Chi Maojiu immediately whispered to everyone, with uncontrollable excitement on his little face: "The path of witchcraft in the Stone Forest is very similar to the path of our Qiniang Mountain, but it is much more advanced. Even if you add all the great dragon roots of all dynasties, Together, we can't create such a powerful restriction. But... "
But Wen Budo made a sad face and reminded everyone in a low voice: "The veterans are all watching outside, so pay attention to your expressions and movements!"
Chi Maojiu was startled, and immediately lowered his head and whispered: "This ban is just for us!"
"What do you mean?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they had different expressions, some were sad, some were helpless, some were worried... From a distance, they looked like a group of unlucky people who hadn't eaten in two days.
"There is a Gu technique in Miao Bujiao that can only be refined with the dragon root. It is called Hongyinzi. During the refining process, almost one-fifth of the blood in the body must be extracted within two months, and..."
Sancun Ding Wen said four words without saying anything: "Long story, short story!"
Xiao Chi Maojiu let out an aggrieved voice: "It's extremely painful anyway. Basically, you have to die and live again every day, and it's useless after you refine it. However, according to the ancestral decree, every great dragon root must refine this Gu. , none of us know why we need to practice this red seal. Not long ago, I asked Er Niang... "
Sancun Dingwen interrupted him again without saying anything: "Long story, short story!"
Wen Buzuo also smiled and scolded: "I didn't see it, you talk a lot."
Xiao Chi Maojiu was aggrieved because Wen Buzu scolded him so much: "I tested the restrictions in the stone forest just now. I understood it all at once. With the red seal, it is easy to enter the restrictions in the stone forest! The prohibition is a lock. The red seal is key!"
Xiao Yi exclaimed in low voice, his eyes widening in disbelief: "Did Master already know that we would come here one day? Is this restriction really left to us by Master Tuoxie? That... Master Qiuluo and Master Tuoxie, There's a lot of difference in appearance." No one could answer her questions.
Qiu Luo is a dark and thin man, while Master Tuo Xie is a rich and handsome person. The two people are very different.
The honest boy Luo Wanggen also had a lot of knowledge. He frowned and seemed to be muttering to himself: "It is a habit of Lingnan witchcraft to use stiff iron-headed snakes as crutches..." Witchcraft is an unpopular thing on the path of cultivation, but folk practice There are many witchcraft people, and they are divided into many sects according to regions, including Miao witch, Lingnan witch, Xiang witch, etc. Miao Bujiao is isolated from the world and has nothing to do with these witchcraft schools.
Xiao Yi shrugged his delicate shoulders: "Maybe Grandpa Shizu has disguised himself, but is the red mark really the key? Just now he was almost burned to death by the green fire."
There was cunning and agility in the eyes of the little twitching boy, but he put on a mournful look on his face: "Fake place! The green fire is my own poison. I am just pretending to deceive the old master! Do it a few times and it will be fine." Ask them the ins and outs.”
Only then did Wen Leyang understand why Er Niang had the confidence and boldness to let Xiao Chi Maojiu follow him to sell the golden nest. This child was not only good at witchcraft, but also too smart.
Miao Bujiao of Qiniang Mountain has never had contact with outsiders. The red mark key has been passed down on Da Longgen from generation to generation. Even the combination of Wind, Rain and Rainbow can figure out that this key must have been deliberately left by Master Tuo Xie. , now the person holding the key has finally found the lock.
Wen Buzuo was originally worried that there was something powerful in the stone forest that would kill everyone, but now it seemed that the stone forest was simply waiting for their arrival. Even if there are monsters inside, everyone is still one of our own. He said with a serious heart and heartache: "That dwarf didn't tell us all the truth! If it is like what he said, Shi Linli only has monsters and powerful spells, why should Qilian Immortal Sect?" No outsiders are allowed in? Come and see me. There is a treasure inside!"
Wen Leyang took half of the carrot eyebrow and asked dejectedly: "You mean, Master Tuo Xie left a treasure for us inside?" After a short sentence, he could not stop himself several times and almost burst into laughter.
When the little Chi Maojiu and the honest boy Luo Wanggen heard this, they shook their heads and sighed together, with sad and sad faces on their faces.
The big pangolin is related to the whereabouts of Master Changli, and the stone forest is related to the clues left by Master Tuoxie. The dangers inside are all their own. No matter how you look at this stone forest, you must definitely go in.
The three-inch Ding Wen didn't say anything. Shi Lin had to go in no matter what, so he directly started discussing tactics with Xiao Chi Maojiu: "How can the restriction be broken?"
Wen Buzuo helped his younger brother to add: "Can you go through it yourself and keep the restriction unchanged? Or completely destroy the restriction? Or can you lead people into the stone forest? That... a long story short!"
Xiao Chi Maojiu thought for a while. It seems to be wording: "The red mark is the key, and the prohibition is the iron door. The key can open the iron door outside the house, and anyone can enter. The key can also close the iron door inside the house, but it takes some time."
"How long?" they said in unison, with concerned expressions.
"I don't know!" Xiao Chi Maojiu said in a short and concise manner.
Several people discussed in low voices for a few more words, and finally Xiao Yi waved the big horn and nodded to everyone.
The old dwarf looked at the group of people from outside, pretending to be dejected. Everyone was trembling with fear. A few minutes seemed like a lifetime. Finally, when they had almost finished speaking, they arrived in front of Wen Buzuo in a flash: "The old Taoist said, break the restriction and leave the golden nest. From now on, we are the direct friends of the Qilian Immortal Sect!"
Wen didn't do anything or say anything, and patted Xiao Chi Maojiu's shoulder.
Chi Maojiu looked unwilling. From his luggage, he took out snake skulls, mouse teeth, centipede beads, colorful silkworm chrysalises, dried golden-headed flies and other strange-smelling things. Xiao Yi was horrified by what he saw, and told Xiao Chi Maojiu seriously: "Please stay away from me with that backpack of yours from now on!" The fire of life slowly rotated, making the little face dim and bright. Finally, Xiao Chi Maojiu took out a red bamboo whistle from his arms and bit it. In the mouth.
The whistle is neither sharp nor loud, but a low, greasy sound of wet mud rubbing! Wen Leyang's voice, "Don't say it, don't do it," is all too familiar. When they were in Miao territory, they were hunted down by a swarm of Miao Bujiao swarms. It was the same sound all around. I don’t know if Xiao Chi Maojiu is just pretending. This is what it takes to cast a red seal.
It was just before dawn in Pinjin's Nest, when the darkness was thickest. The two groups of people, each holding their own secrets, held their breath and watched quietly as Xiao Chi Maojiu used his witchcraft to break the restriction. The sound of mud rubbing against each other was like the tide, spreading far away to the surroundings, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
Wen Buzuo couldn't help but look around to see if there were any black vines growing around his neck.
Chi Maojiu's expression was solemn and painful. Every once in a while, he would pick up something from around him and throw it into his golden life fire. Every time something strange was burned in the fire of life, a corresponding sound would be added to the sound of mud outside.
The skulls of snakes were burned, and the mud was mixed with the sound of venomous snakes swimming and spitting messages; the teeth of mice were burned, and the sound of rat grinding teeth immediately emerged from the mud; the golden-headed fly was burned, and another one appeared. A buzzing sound…
I don't know how many kinds of creepy sounds were mixed together. Everyone felt that the smooth mud had wrapped themselves in layers, and something that didn't know whether it was a rat or a poisonous snake was walking quickly around them, even the originally cool The night wind was also mixed with waves of nauseating stench!
The jade-like stone forest slowly changed amidst the disturbing sounds. Not sure if it was an illusion, Wen Leyang seemed to feel that those huge stone pillars towering into the clouds seemed to be gradually coming to life, like The towering giants were lowering their heads in disdain, looking down at them from above.
Beads of sweat slid down Xiao Chi Maojiu's face one by one. The golden life fire was like a greedy frog, rolling its tongue of fire flexibly and wrapping the crystal sweat into his belly. Then, the fire became more intense.
Everyone can feel that everything around them is changing silently, but no one knows what has changed.
The dwarf's face was uncertain, and his needle-like eyes were fixed on Wen Budo. Wen Buzuo was annoyed, knowing that the old Taoist was not looking at him. The huge golden fire bell in the sky was motionless, hanging above everyone's heads, occasionally rolling out a few streaks of flame, like an evil beast licking its lips.
Between the clouds in the sky, a pale color slowly appeared, at dawn. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)