Star Trace Gate

Chapter 761: 7 wooden sculptures, disappear into the air

Is there someone who wants to find me through the Ghost Sect?

Is it the joke master, the naked chicken?

It was possible. After all, he had done a lot of evil things in Jiuli Continent recently, so he was well-known. If Bai Tiao Ji had come, he would not need to ask too much to hear news about him.

With his wisdom, he would naturally think of contacting me through the Evil Ghost Sect, right?

Thinking of this, Ren Ye stood up suddenly with excitement, and immediately asked the witch sister again: "Who is asking about me? How old are you, are you a man or a woman, old or young, are you wearing clothes?!"

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The witch sister was speechless and shook her head, saying, "Our spies lurking in the market said that the man looked ordinary, dressed in cloth, and had no aura fluctuations. He looked no different from an ordinary person. I guess he came here to hide his face, so I can't tell his specific identity."

When Ren Ye heard this, the excitement in his heart was instantly diluted a little.

This person is most likely not Senior White-Striped Chicken, because based on Little Bad King's understanding of this joke master, the myriad secret realms in this world, the prosperity and dangers of the human world, do not allow him to hide.

If he comes to Jiuli, he will definitely come with openness and honesty.

"Do you want a response?" the witch sister asked softly.

"of course yes."

Ren also came back to his senses and thought to himself, "Even if it's not Senior Bai Tiaoji who came, it must be someone close to me. The Emperor Xingshan's Tomb is about to be opened, and it is urgent to gather the team as soon as possible."

After thinking for a while, he took the initiative to reply: "Sister, I will give you the Youshan Ghost Bronze Statue first. The divine child inside it has very sharp divine perception. He can identify who is next to me. You can ask the master in the sect to take him to identify. If the person is OK, you can bring him back to reunite with me."

"it is good."

The witch sister nodded slightly: "Also, how are you going to respond to the Xianlan Sect's request to exchange hostages?"

"What a response."

Xu Bangzi rolled his eyes and said with his hands behind his back, "Now even the female crickets in the mountains know that the fourteen clan leaders and country leaders have gathered in Xianlan Sect, intending to kill the descendant of the ancient emperor and the protector. On the surface, they claim to want to exchange hostages, but in fact they still want to set a trap to kill you. According to me, don't respond yet, and don't go. Anyway, we have four hostages and they only have one, so your life is definitely not in danger for the time being."

Ren Ye and Xu Bangzi are currently unaware of the fact that the young man Xing Wu went up the mountain alone, so naturally they don’t know that the Xianlan Sect actually has the two of them in its hands.

"What Bangzi said is right." The witch agreed: "They want to exchange hostages with you. In their hearts, they really want to rescue the three golden flowers and Lu Tou, but they also want to force you to show up. If we exchange, this trip will definitely be full of dangers, but...!"

"But what?"

Ren also asked with a wink.

"However, I can help you find out the movements of the sixteen sixth-rank people, and ensure that they will not come to arrest you personally when exchanging hostages." The witch picked up the teacup with her white and tender hands and replied leisurely.

Ren was also a little surprised: "Can you really detect the movements of those fourteen sixth-rank state lords and clan leaders and ensure that they will not attack me secretly?"

"My Ghost Sect is always against these so-called famous and upright sects. If I didn't have some outstanding qualities, how could I have survived until now?" The witch was unconventional. She sat on the chair and gently swung her round legs. "However, they know that you are traveling with me, so they can naturally guess it. I have many eyes and ears, and I can know the movements of people of the sixth rank. Therefore, it is not easy for them to set up this trap to kill you."

Ren nodded slightly, and had already thought of ten thousand bad ideas in his mind: "If you can know the movements of the other side's sixth-rank people, then it is feasible to change people this time. After all, I have Yan Jun and my sister to protect me, and I have the help of Jiekong Stone. Even if two or three sixth-rank people come, we can still withdraw."

"However, I need to give this matter some thought. How about this, sister, you first order someone to identify the person who is looking for me, and I will think about it."

"it is good."

The witch stood up quickly and walked away.

Ren Ye saw her back walking away, and immediately rubbed his palms together, saying excitedly: "It's settled, after we finish the last big job, we'll be ready to enter the emperor's tomb!"

Hearing this, Xu Bangzi's blood boiled: "Fuck, fuck hard. If we can catch new stuff this time, I won't give the big black dog any chance to stick out his tongue again!"

"What if the one caught was Chu Jin? What if he was Han Jiao?" Ren Ye asked back.

"…Hey, you're so disgusting."

Xu Bangzi waved his hands in frustration and said, "Stop talking. My tongue feels a little sore."

……

In the Xianlan Sect, in the Asking Dao Palace, in a secluded and elegant room.

The little one, who was about five or six years old, sat on a chair, staring at the sumptuous dishes on the table and wiping his saliva constantly.

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open, Xing Wu walked in, looked up at his brother, and was slightly stunned.

"Brother, you're back?" The little one looked back and asked with joy on his face.

Xing Guanwu came and walked to the round table.

He saw his brother turning his head to look at the sumptuous dishes on the table again, his Adam's apple moving and swallowing saliva non-stop, so he asked softly: "You are greedy, but why don't you eat? When you were at home... wouldn't you rather be beaten by your mother than satisfy your appetite?"

The little one blinked his bright eyes, trying very hard to restrain his desire to eat, shook his head slightly and replied: "Didn't big brother say that? The people here are very mean... I can't just eat the food given by others. I'm really hungry... but I can't disobey anymore."

Xing Wu felt very distressed when he saw his younger brother, who was dressed in cloth and as strong as a calf.

The family has gone through tremendous changes, and even the little one has become sensible.

He reached out and touched his brother's little head, took out a few green fruits from his arms, put them on the table and said, "I picked these fruits secretly in the garden where no one was paying attention. You can eat them."

"Really?"

The little one was really hungry. When he heard that the fruits were edible, he impatiently picked up one in each hand, opened his little mouth and bit them with both hands, with juice flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Inside the room, the candlelight was dim. Xing Wu bent over and sat on a chair. He reached out from his arms and took out a cloth bag, which contained seven palm-sized handmade wooden carvings.

Among these seven wood carvings, three have been carved into shape, and it can be seen that they are Xing Wu's parents - Hongge and Chunniang, and there is a smaller one, which is Xing Wu himself.

These three palm-sized wood carvings were made of common wood blocks that could be found anywhere. They were not made with any craftsmanship and even looked a bit rough and inferior. However, the expressions and postures of the wood carvings were extremely profound and one could recognize who they were at a glance.

The "charm" of these three wood carvings is not a bit of craftsmanship, but only the memory of the sixteen years of living with his parents. Their expressions and postures have long been deeply engraved in Xing Wu's mind, and every time he carves them, they are natural.

The remaining four wood sculptures were just carved out of the molds, and it was still unclear who they were depicted in.

At the table, the little one was eating fruit in big mouthfuls, while Xing Wu picked up the shortest hunting knife he had and carved the smallest wood carving model bit by bit.

Under the candlelight, Xing Wu used a knife to carve a wooden sculpture model while whispering, "Little one, tomorrow we will accompany the Immortal Master of the Xianlan Sect to the Emperor's Tomb of Xingshan. It is very dangerous there. If you are not careful, you will die. So, you must remember every word I say to you from now on..."

As he spoke, a very vague peach blossom mark appeared between his eyebrows, and that mark gave off a strange and imperceptible aura fluctuation.

It was like a void black hole floating above Xing Wu's forehead, seemingly swallowing up everything around it, including any sound in the room.

There was a person with supernatural powers watching outside, but he did not detect the fluctuations in the aura while sensing it, nor did he hear the conversation between Xing Wu and Xiao Bitian.

Xiaobudian and Xing Wu have completely different personalities. One of the brothers is simple, honest, calm and introverted; the other is overly lively, smart and intelligent.

The little one was a born troublemaker. He had a bad reputation for stealing melons from trees and bullying his peers in Daze Township. Even if his mother beat him when she was free, it couldn't cure his stubborn temper.

So, although the little one was small, he listened to his brother very carefully and asked a few questions in return from time to time.

About half an hour later, Xing Wu finished talking, and the little one finished eating the green fruit, and nodded heavily: "You can't enter the flower sea in the emperor's tomb, and you can't enter the end of the tunnel... If something unexpected happens, I can hide behind the stone gate and wall tablet that big brother mentioned, or escape from the tunnel I came from. First I will see a green meadow, and finally I can leave from under the dead tree to the south?!"

Xing Wu heard this and nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, just remember this well."

"Okay, I'll remember that." The little one nodded readily, holding his chin with his little hand, and asked softly, "Brother...are you in danger?"

"If you do as I say, you won't. If you don't do as I say, we will never see our mother again, as well as our second brother, third sister and fourth sister." Xing Wu warned.

"Okay, I'm obedient."

The little guy seems to have a very blind admiration and trust in his eldest brother, and does not care at all that the person accompanying him tomorrow is a dignified fifth-rank immortal master.

He held his chin with his little hand and asked softly, "Will we be able to see Mother and Benefactor soon?"

"Yes, very quickly." Xing Wuji nodded heavily as he carved the wood sculpture seriously.

"It's good to see our benefactor. He is an immortal with powerful magical powers... and can protect us." The little guy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little one, there is no one in this world who can protect us forever. Parents, benefactors, it's the same." Xing Wu lowered his head, half of his face reflected by the candlelight, and said softly: "Just like father, he practiced hard and tried his best to make our lives better, but in the end... he still couldn't come home on time. No one can accompany us for a lifetime. When you grow up... you will understand that people can only rely on their own strength. If you care about many things in this world, you have to work very hard, very hard, to protect 'them'."

When the little one heard this, he seemed to understand: "Brother...Brother, but I don't know how to work hard."

"The secret between your eyebrows is the foundation of your efforts. It is the gift of 'Xingshan'. It is the fortune that my Xing family has gained after being oppressed for generations and treated like ants." Xing Wu raised his head and looked at his brother in front of him: "This is the direction of your future efforts."

"I had a fever earlier, and my forehead was burning hot, with a strange symbol on it...but you kept telling me not to tell me. So can't you even tell my mother and my benefactor?"

"If I can leave Xingshan, I will tell this to my benefactor." Xing Wuhui.

"That's great. It's really suffocating to have something in your heart that you can't say. You say... if my benefactor knew about this, would he be surprised?"

"Yes." Xing Wu nodded with a smile.

The little one grinned and climbed onto the chair as usual, pressing half of his body onto the table. He looked at the wooden sculpture in Xing Wu's hand curiously and asked softly, "Brother... why does it look to me... that your puppet is carved like me?"