This is the second time Wu Dongfang has heard of the sounding bug. The last time he heard it was from Yaomiao's mouth, but this is the first time he has seen the sounding bug. "Are these things all red?"
"They are all red." The prince walked cautiously towards the stone wall.
Wu Dongfang also followed. He thought that the sound-messaging bugs of the five tribes had five colors, but now it seems that this is not the case. This sound-messaging bug was undoubtedly left by the woman who came to the cave before. He has not been there all these years. I know who the woman who brought me water was, and I will finally have the answer today.
The prince walked over and picked up the big red beetle. The big beetle looked a bit like a large grasshopper. It was motionless at this time and he didn't know whether it was dead or alive.
"How to use this thing?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"It has to be roasted over fire," the prince said.
"Roast?" Wu Dongfang was dubious. The prince might not laugh when he was joking. He was not sure whether the prince was joking.
"How can you talk without baking? Go and light the fire." The prince said.
Wu Dongfang nodded in astonishment, but he did not light a fire immediately. Instead, he opened the stone wall first and made sure that the alchemy cauldron was still there before starting to light a fire. There were still some firewood picked up by Ming Zhan in the cave, and the bonfire was quickly lit.
The prince put the big beetle next to the fire, "The sound-transmitting beetle can only speak once, you must listen carefully."
Wu Dongfang nodded. No matter who stayed here, he could be sure that this person had no ill intentions. If he had any ill intentions, he would take the Danding away first.
The sounding bug seems to live in a very hot place and is in a state of death. When the temperature rises, it gradually begins to revive.
"How can it make a sound?" Wu Dongfang looked at the prince in confusion.
The prince stared straight at the sounding bug and didn't respond.
"Does it make a strange sound or does it sound exactly like me?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"It's almost the same as me." The prince said.
Wu Dongfang didn't ask any more questions. The sound-transmitting bug had completely revived and was rubbing its wings slowly.
"I've been waiting for you to appear." The sounding bug makes a sound by rubbing its wings, and the sound it makes is an old and calm woman's voice.
Wu Dongfang and Wang Ye held their breath at the same time.
"I thought you were him, but you're not." The sounding bug rubbed its wings again.
The prince looked at Wu Dongfang in confusion, and Wu Dongfang raised his hand to signal it not to rush to ask questions.
"I need to stabilize the Tu tribe and allow Xin Tong to take over smoothly. I believe you can understand and understand that I was far away when Ming Gu and others used the technique of spying on life. If you are destined to learn the Red Flame Fire Dance, Then let me teach it to you." This was followed by more than twenty formulas, spoken slowly and clearly.
At this time, the sound bug was crawling towards the bonfire. Seeing that it was too close to the fire, Wu Dongfang wanted to reach out and take it back, but the prince hurriedly stopped him.
"I'm going to look for it if I can't wait. When you hear these words, I'm already on my way. He took the Purple Leaf Strychnos away, and Ji Ke is to blame for his death. Stay away from Ji Ke, she is not a bad person. , but she is a ruthless person."
As the sound bug crawled into the flames and had its wings burned off, a long sigh came from the fire.
"Do you remember?" the prince asked excitedly.
"What?" Wu Dongfang came to his senses.
"It's a formula. Red Fire Dance can emit strong yang energy. With it, you will have a better chance of winning when searching for Ming Zhao." The prince said.
"Remember." Wu Dongfang nodded. People who don't understand magic may find these formulas difficult to pronounce, but for experts, these formulas are easy to remember.
"How about I just say that she had some hidden agenda when she ordered to besiege you?" The prince said with a proud smile.
"Is Nux vomica purpurea the same as Trichosanthes nuxilis?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"One thing." The prince nodded and said, "It's so cold. Do you still have some wine? Bring out the jar."
"No more." Wu Dongfang said, all the wine he had brought out had been consumed in the past few days.
"I'll bring some jars back." The prince teleported away.
After the prince left, Wu Dongfang looked at the bonfire again. At this time, the sound-transmitting insect had been burned. This insect may have the ability to put out fires.
By this time, he had completely understood that the person who came was Xin Luo, the Suzaku Celestial Master of the Fire Tribe. She might have initially thought that he was the reincarnation of Ming Zhao, so she had been paying close attention to him in secret, and even gave him a call when he was drunk. He delivered water, but she finally determined that he had nothing to do with Ming Zhao. Disappointed, she decided not to wait anymore, but to actively search for Ming Zhao. Ming Zhao was already dead, and she naturally knew that what she said about searching and going on the road was to follow him. go.
Master Suzaku could be reborn from the ashes, but she didn't do that. People need a driving force to live. If the driving force disappears, there will be no meaning in living.
Before, he always thought that Xin Luo was an angry youth-style extremist, but now he doesn't think so. What Xin Luo said and did were very peaceful and not extreme. This may have something to do with her age. After all, She is also an old man who is **10 years old. But the main reason is that Xin Luo himself is not a bad-tempered person.
Yamiao once said before that Mingzhao was poisoned to death by Xin Luo. This is different from what Xin Luo said. For a person who is about to die, there is no need to lie. Zi who grew up in the Fire Tribe Mingzhao took the purple-leafed turtle away on his own initiative, so the question arose: why did Mingzhao take away the purple-leafed turtle, and why did Yaomiao say that Mingzhao was poisoned by Xin Luo.
These two questions need to be combined for inference. Xin Luo's evaluation of Ya Miao is very strange. She does not think Ya Miao is a bad person, but she thinks Ya Miao is a ruthless person. She always needs some basis for making such a judgment. of.
The purple-leafed turtle is highly poisonous, but several old wizards also said during the autopsy that the purple-leafed turtle can strengthen spiritual consciousness and stimulate potential. Mingzhao took the initiative to take away this poison, most likely To do something very difficult for him.
What happened? It was obviously to help Yaomiao kill the Tu tribe's magician, that is, the mirage dragon.
Yamiao probably agreed and supported him when he did this. At least she knew about it, otherwise Mingzhao's quiver would not have been left with her. The quiver was with her, indicating that Mingzhao was with her before he died.
In Xin Luo's view, Yamiao put Mingzhao in danger for the benefit of the Tu tribe, so he made the comment "She is not a bad person, but she is a ruthless person."
It is hard to say whether Yamiao would let Mingzhao put himself in danger for the benefit of the Tu tribe. When Yamiao left him, it was obviously to find a more powerful helper, but what was the relationship between Yamiao and Mingzhao back then? He didn't know what was going on. The most important thing was that Yaomiao didn't seem to know that Ming Zhao used the purple-leafed turtle to help her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have mistakenly thought that Xin Luo poisoned Ming Zhao.
I'm afraid only the person involved can know the specific process, but the general context is clear, that is, Mingzhao took away the purple-leafed turtle from the Fire Tribe and went to the Tu Tribe to help Yaomiao, but before he even took action, Mingzhao An accident happened, and the reason why he left quickly was not to injure Ramiao.
It is not difficult to see from this incident that Mingzhao still likes Yamiao more, and Xinluo also knows this, but she does not resent Mingzhao for this, but has been waiting for Mingzhao to come back, and will go to the underworld if he cannot wait. Searching, really accomplishing life and death.
Different from Xin Luo's infatuation, Ya Miao is like a selfless and loyal minister. She regards her mission as more important than anything else. The wizard is the protector of the royal family. Her greatest wish is to dispel evil and strengthen people. She is also rejuvenated to do this. thing.
After clearing his mind, Wu Dongfang sighed. When it comes to relationships, you really can't be single-minded if you want to be single-minded. Even if you can manage not to like many people at the same time, you can't prevent being liked by many people at the same time.
After sighing, he suddenly remembered that the prince had not come back yet. The prince had gone to the wine warehouse in the capital with him before. This guy was used to drinking good wine and must have teleported there to steal wine. In order to find July, they went to the wine warehouse in the capital. There was a trap set for Qiyue, and as soon as the prince failed to figure it out, he fell into the trap he had set.
Thinking of this, Wu Dongfang stood up and prepared to use Earth Escape to search for it. Just as he stood up, the prince came back and used a straw rope to lift several jars, "Hurry up and pick them up."
Wu Dongfang reached out to help, "I thought you were caught by them."
"You couldn't catch me, but I was almost bitten. They released a few dogs in the wine warehouse." The prince said.
"It is indeed a good idea." Wu Dongfang said.
"Shit, if those royal relatives knew that the wine they drank was peed on by dogs, everyone in the warehouse would be stunned. They are a bunch of heartless people." The prince opened a jar, took a sip, and smashed his mouth. Son, "It's okay."
When Wu Dongfang heard this, he picked up the jar and looked at it.
"I definitely won't pick someone who got wet." The prince knew what he was looking at.
"The Holy Witch of the Fire Tribe may need to be replaced." Wu Dongfang said.
"The old woman is very smart to choose this time." The prince said.
Wu Dongfang nodded. The transfer of power is a very sensitive matter and requires stability both internally and externally. At this time, the Tu tribe is fighting against the Shui tribe, and there is definitely no time to be distracted and secretly sabotage.
"She is a good person." Wu Dongfang said.
"She was also very smart in passing on your spells and paved the way for her apprentices. You will definitely not embarrass the Fire Tribe in the future." The prince added.
Wu Dongfang nodded. The prince's analysis made sense. Xin Luo may have had two-sided considerations in conveying goodwill to him, but he could not deny other people's help to him just because others had benefited from it. It was really good to be good to everyone.
"In this case, you listen to me. You go to the Fire Tribe capital now. The fragrance is still there. She will not be gone for more than a day. She probably died not long ago. You go to express your condolences quickly and take the opportunity to build a good relationship with the new Fire Sage. ." The prince put down the wine jar and said.
"They want to paralyze the Tu people. If I go at this time, won't it cause trouble? I won't go." Wu Dongfang shook his head repeatedly.
"You are so heartless. Who told you to go there openly? If you go secretly, the old woman will definitely tell her precious apprentice that she taught you the Red Flame Fire Dance. The new Fire Sage knows that you are a friend and not an enemy. You can go now and be more careful. Good to bring you closer." The prince said.
"I still feel it's not appropriate." Wu Dongfang shook his head and said. He couldn't use the death of others as a bargaining chip to gain his partners.
"Go quickly." The prince urged.
"If you don't go, if they have difficulties in the future, I will help them. I can't do this kind of superficial work." Wu Dongfang shook his head.
"We'll talk about the rest later. Go quickly." The prince urged again.