Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 143 Jackdaw Boy
Of course Tang Ge would not take out the aura from Gu Zhiyue's body.

Naturally, Gu Zhiyue was not happy about Tang Ge's rejection.

Later, it took Tang Ge a long time to appease her. I don't know how many conditions he agreed to, and how many good things he said.

As the sky fades and night falls, the starry sky in Jinggu is deeper, clearer, and more beautiful than the outside world. The pressure of the galaxy where the stars gather in the sky is extremely low, giving people a sense of being there.

There are a few trees on the northernmost side of the low hill, and under the trees is a soft and fluffy lawn. Tang Ge is lying casually with his arms on his head, and there are several pages on his chest, which record Haolan Dao's sword skills.

After reading it three times, he was thoughtful, closed his eyes and didn't know if he was thinking about the sword art, or entered a doze state because of the extremely quiet place.

A young man of the Wuhuan nationality came from behind. He was tall and had a dull face. He saw that Tang Ge had his eyes closed, and for a moment he didn't know whether to disturb him or not.

Just as he was thinking, Tang Ge opened his eyes and saw him, slightly surprised.

He was still lying down and said, "Man Qing, why are you here?"

Man Qing scratched his head and said, "I am now a member of the guard team."

Tang Ge got up and looked at Man Qing. He has some talents in cultivation, and it would be good to join the guard team.

Man Qing said again: "The princess said."

Tang Ge looked at him quietly.

Although Man Qing stuttered, he was not in a hurry, he continued, "Tomorrow will be the festival, you"

Tang Ge directly reached out his hand to stop him from continuing, and asked, "Do you mean to say that the princess asked me if I want to go to the festival tomorrow?"

Man Qing nodded heavily.

Tang Ge thought for a while and said, "Go."

Man Qing put one hand on his chest, saluted respectfully and then left. After he knew that Tang Ge was the princess' distinguished guest, his attitude became respectful.

Tang Ge looked down at the few pages in his hand, then looked up at the stars for a while, then walked towards those rooms.

Late at night, the lights were off, and the starlight came in through the window. Tang Ge lay on the bed only to realize that there was a gap in this room, and faint light came through it.

He couldn't sleep, he was thinking about something.

Wu Cangyu, who was on the bed not far away, couldn't sleep either and stared blankly at the roof.

At a certain moment, Wu Cangyu suddenly said: "Uncle Junior, there is a ghost in Kunlun Mountain."

Tang Ge's thoughts were pulled back, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared again. He said, "When did you find out?"

Wu Cangyu said: "The underground ruins."

Tang Ge was silent for a while and then said: "If you want to solve it yourself, you don't need to tell me who it is."

Wu Cangyu fell silent, and there was no sound for a long time.

Tang Ge thought he was asleep, so he closed his eyes and began to feel sleepy.

But he didn't know that Wu Cangyu kept his eyes open, and he didn't fall asleep until the stars disappeared and the sky shone slightly.

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The ceremony of the Wuhuan tribe is held once a month, in order to pray for the protection of the ancestors and gods, so that they can return to Meiling as soon as possible and take back what belongs to the Wuhuan tribe.

The location of the ceremony was on the vertical cliff in Jinggu, where there was a tall altar with two stone statues on it.

The one on the left is a noble and elegant woman with a golden bell hanging around her neck. Looking into the distance, there seems to be a hint of sadness in her eyes.

She is the ancestor of the Wuhuan people.

The one on the right is a burly man holding a huge scepter in one hand, with a thick beard and hair, and two sharp fangs can be seen faintly in his mouth.

He is the ancestor of the entire Wu clan, he can be called the No. 1 of the Wu clan, and he is also a god-like figure believed by the three major tribes.

When the sky was shining, the altar was surrounded by people. When Tang Ge and others arrived, they only attracted some attention, but did not cause a commotion

Wuhuan ritual ceremony is more important than anything else.

Below the altar, Ling Quan led a guard team including Man Qing to guard the altar, all of them looked respectful and solemn.

Moyi stood alone under the two huge statues, crossed his hands in front of his chest, bowed his body reverently, and at the same time chanted words, which were not like words in the world.

The Wuhuan people under the altar did the same thing as Mo Yi, until after a long time, Mo Yi waved his hand towards the two huge statues, and the black powder floated out, but did not fall, but was suspended in mid-air.

At the same time, the bells all over Moyi's body began to jingle, especially the golden bell on her chest, the sound was even more sharp.

The black powder floated evenly in mid-air, and the skylight fell on it, and the powder particles began to glow with light spots, and soon formed a light curtain.

Mo Yi knelt down directly towards the light curtain.

All the Wuhuan clan members under the altar, including Lingquan and other guards, were like this, with their foreheads touching the ground.

Tang Ge and the other five watched the scene quietly without any movement.

After Moyi led the Wuhuan people to kneel down close to the ground, the black light curtain in mid-air of the altar suddenly changed.

The black light gradually gathered and turned into a figure. In mid-air, his back was turned to everyone. Rather than saying that he was black, it was better to say that he was wearing a black robe.

There was a pitch-black crow standing on his shoulder, but it showed its face, its pitch-black eyes scanned the crowd below, and let out a shrill "Yah Yah" sound.

Tang Ge stared at the crow with cold eyes.

Gu Zhiyue and Ning Zhiqiu felt chills in their backs after hearing that cry.

"A strange man descended from the sky, followed by the divine crow, protecting me Wuhuan, continuing the inheritance, the vast Meiling, will never fade away, the younger generation Mo Yi is willing to swear by life after life..."

The solemn announcement came from Mo Yi's mouth and echoed over the altar for a long time. I don't know if it was referring to the two statues, or the back of the black robe and the black crow on his shoulder.

Moyi repeated this passage several times, and the clansmen below the altar listened quietly and piously. When the last word fell, the back of the black robe and the black crow in mid-air twisted suddenly, and quickly turned into black powder. The wind goes away.

Mo Yi stood up and looked up at the two statues quietly, never leaving or making any other movements.

All the Wuhuan people stood up, bowed towards the altar, and then started to disperse.

The crowd dispersed very slowly, because many people began to look at the five outsiders.

Tang Ge took the lead and walked towards the green low hills, followed by the others, quickly getting rid of the crowd.

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Tang Ge was waiting in the small courtyard while the others went back to their rooms. Before leaving, Gu Zhiyue looked at Tang Ge and wanted to say something but didn't.

Half an hour later, Mo Yi came slowly, she seemed to guess that Tang Ge would come to her, and invited him into the house directly.

"The secret art of the witch clan really deserves its reputation." Sitting on the big chair, Tang Ge felt a little interesting when he thought of the scene on the altar before.

Mo Yi said calmly: "Aren't you curious about that figure and that black crow?"

Tang Ge asked: "Who is that person?"

Mo Yi said, "Young Jackdaw."

Tang Ge asked again: "Who is he?"

Mo Yi said: "God bestowed a savior to the Wuhuan clan, he will bring our clan back to Meiling."

Tang Ge nodded lightly and said, "Where is he?"

Mo Yi said helplessly, "I haven't found it yet."

"You can't even see his face, how can you find him?"

Tang Ge thought for a while, and then said: "Isn't the crow a bad omen? Why has it become the mascot of your Wuhuan clan instead?"

Mo Yi looked at Tang Ge admiringly and said, "You know a lot?"

After a pause, she said sternly again: "Jackdaw Boy is the harbinger of the ancestors of the Wu Clan. As for when, where and how he will appear, we don't know yet, but he will definitely appear."

Tang Ge hummed. For a person like Mo Yi who strongly believes in ancestor gods, perhaps what she insisted on was correct.

He was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Wu Lingquan is a sacred object, even if it is only a third of it, it should not be underestimated. If you successfully control it, there must be a reaction in the other two places. Is there any way to isolate it?" This feeling?"

Mo Yi frowned slightly, and said: "You also said that the Wulingquan is a holy object, so it naturally needs holy objects of the same level to isolate it. There are no more than two hands of holy objects in the Kunlun Realm. How can it be easy to find them?"

Tang Ge nodded, and left here thoughtfully.

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, thinking that this guy was so strange.

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Back in the room, Tang Ge spent two full hours writing on a thick stack of paper, and handed it to Yuan Che.

He has never practiced sword skills, so he wrote down his feelings about Haolan Dao in great detail, unlike sword formulas, where he can use two words instead of one sentence.

Tang Ge wanted to take another look at Gu Zhiyue, but when he sensed the sword energy emanating from the room, he retracted his outstretched hand.

He called Ning Zhiqiu out.

Under a few trees on the north side of the low hill, Ning Zhiqiu practiced the Qiuhan sword for a while, and took the opportunity to ask Tang Ge to give some pointers, but it was only some trivial details. Made a detailed explanation for him.

After a long time, Tang Ge got down to business: "How much do you know about Jiang Zhan, such as his origins or some of his past affairs."

Ning Zhiqiu put the sword back into its sheath, and said: "I know very little, and I was young at that time, but I vaguely remember that his physique seems to be different from others."

Tang Ge's eyes were slightly different.

Ning Zhiqiu thought for a while, and then said: "It seems to be some kind of congenital blood"

"Innate blood body?" Tang Ge was slightly surprised.

Ning Zhiqiu nodded heavily and said, "Yes, yes, it is the innate blood body."

Tang Ge murmured: "No wonder..."

Ning Zhiqiu asked: "What's wrong?"

Tang Ge told him everything about Jiang Zhan that he knew from Mo Yi.

After hearing this, Ning Zhiqiu stared into the distance in a daze. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and said, "But there is still no connection in the middle. If Liuyun God will come for Wu Lingquan, but Jiang Zhan didn't make a move but died in Meiling , unless it can be proved that there is some kind of relationship between Jiang Zhan and Wu Lingquan."

Tang Ge nodded, thinking that you were finally smart for a while, and said: "But Jiang Zhan is dead, and Mo Yi knows very little about Wu Lingquan. Maybe he can only ask the other two clans after entering Meiling."

Ning Zhiqiu lowered his eyes, thinking of the man who sat by the water with a rusty knife all day long, his eyes dimmed.

They met in the mountains and forests, and they also parted in the mountains and forests. The parting was eternity.

"Roar……"

Suddenly there was a terrifying low growl, and Tang Ge's face changed slightly. Looking at those rooms, his figure disappeared instantly.

(End of this chapter)