"Sir, that happened a long time ago. Perhaps only the previous clan leader knew some details." Zhiyou lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, curled up in the shadow of the light, his mood was like a dim flame of light.

"Say you know." Prince Qiao lowered his head and read the classics.

"The former Wu Ji occasionally mentioned a few words, it seemed that the tribe encountered foreign enemies while crossing the ages, and suffered heavy casualties."

"What kind of foreign enemy? Which clan?"

"That's not clear."

Prince Qiao silently closed the bamboo slips in his hand, picked up a set of turtle shells and wrote a book that was connected by turtle shells. Zhi You ran into the other party's Jingmo's eyes, and suddenly felt cold in his heart, and immediately said: "I guess privately that it may be harmonious, and..." He gritted his teeth and simply gave up, "It's not related to the feather tribe."

"Feather Clan." Prince Qiao stroked the ancient patterns on the tortoise shell and pondered secretly. At that time, the Witch Clan was split, and the Feather Clan could sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight, so why should they participate? Once the Feather Clan takes action, it will definitely wipe out the Zhi tribe. How can you allow the fish that escaped the net to escape to the wilderness?

There must be something strange about it.

"What happened to the Gong clan, which ran away at the same time as the Zhi clan, was the Zhu clan tribe?" Wang Ziqiao asked again.

Zhi You replied: "I heard that it is similar to the Zhi family, and many people died on the way. Later, there was no news about them, and perhaps the tribe had already destroyed."

"The deceased clan? Not necessarily." Wang Ziqiao said calmly, "The most prominent military family in the Great Yan Dynasty today is the Communist Party."

Zhi You was surprised: "Sir, say..."

"I'm just guessing." Wang Ziqiao threw down the heavy turtle shell and read through the witch sacrifice inheritance. Zhu You forbidden spells were not included. Zhi You obviously hadn't mastered them, otherwise he would have taken action against himself before.

At that time, Zhi Yu's various emotions of fear, hatred, hesitation and shrinkage were clearly reflected in his clear heart.

If the mind of Zhiyou is light, the shadow reflected on Prince Qiao’s heart lake is the shadow. When the light moves, the shadow moves; when watching the movie, you know the light.

Prince Qiao raised his head, and Zhi Shou's handsome and handsome appearance suddenly flashed through his mind.

At this point, the whereabouts of the forbidden spells are roughly clear.

The room fell into a brief silence.

Zhi You glanced at Wang Ziqiao nervously. Why is this alchemist interested in the witch clan? Is there any big secret hidden in the witch festival? Will Prince Qiao really understand his own affairs with the feather clan? Will he report to Barre to execute him?

He was worried about gains and losses for a while, and his mind became increasingly disordered.

Prince Qiao suddenly waved his sleeves and wiped out the flames of the lamps, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black.

Zhiyou was shocked again.

"Is Changchun Pill useful?" In the darkness, Prince Qiao Shi asked in shock.

The buzzing sound in his mind made his hands and feet cold. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his chest felt like he was pressed by a heavy boulder, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

Prince Qiao suddenly stood up and walked over step by step.

Zhiyou gasped, staggered back, and his back hit the bamboo wall. The dark attic seemed to have turned into an iron cage of imprisonment. The midnight mountain wind hit the bamboo window with a loud bang, as if the trapped beast was struggling hard.

"Don't deny it! The strange vitality that wanders inside your internal organs must be caused by taking Changchun Pill for a long time. Changchun Pill nourishes vitality and replenishes vitality. It is a secret life-extending pill made by the Tianhuanghui tribe, specially used to pay tribute to the feather tribe. If you collude with the feather tribe and betray the tribe, you will be unforgivable for the crime!"

"Pu!" Zhiyou collapsed on the ground, his heart was ashamed, and a series of emotional changes were clearly visible on Prince Qiao's heart lake.

Taking a step forward, Prince Qiao forced him to Zhiyou, as if he was pressing against the endless surging darkness.

He used various attacking methods one after another to suppress the support and take action step by step. Now it was finally time to harvest.

The two face to face, eyes to eyes.

"Look at me-"

Prince Qiao Li shouted, his eyes like light, lightning, flame, and blade, inserted straight into Zhiyou's spiritual world.

It is the weakest moment of the mind.

Scary and soul-catching, hitting your mind!

In an instant, the light and shadow on the heart lake reverse. When the shadow moves, the light moves!

Zhi You looked dazed and confused, and only heard a voice full of demonic charm sounded: "What's your name?"

"Zhiyou."

"How old?"

"The year of white life."

"When did you get to know the feather tribe?"

"More than thirty years ago." Zhiyou is like a marionette, and he will answer questions and answer questions.

“How to get to know each other?”

"Once I went out to collect herbs, and fell off the cliff and broke my legs. A young man passed by and helped me. His injury was forced to get the medicine, and his leg was healed in three days. Later I found out that he was a feather tribe."

Prince Qiao smiled slightly and fell off the cliff. It was obvious that the feather tribe moved his hands and feet to lure him into the trap. It seems that more than 30 years ago, the feather tribe sneaked into the wilderness, not! It should have been earlier.

"From now on, you have worked hard for the feather tribe, and the feather tribe is rewarded with Changchun Pill?"

"It's not a big deal to work hard. I just let me monitor the clan leader and reveal the movements in the clan. Back then, the clan leader of the tribe was Chino's father. After the old clan leader died, I stared at Chino. Now it's Barre and Chishouma."

Prince Qiao's eyes lit up: "What's wrong with Zhi Shou?"

"What else do you know besides eating, drinking and having fun?" Even though his mind was controlled, Zhi You's tone showed strong disdain.

Prince Qiao smiled intriguingly, then asked: "How many people are there in the wilderness of the feather clan?"

"I don't know, I've never seen other feather tribes, I only contacted that young man."

"What is his surname? What is his appearance? What level of practice in swordsmanship?"

"He called himself Wu Qi, who was very thin, dark in skin, and his eyes were even dark. I don't know about Kendo, but he was very powerful, and he must be better than Bare, and even better than Chinno."

"It turns out that the Wu tribe of the Yu tribe was dispatched." Prince Qiao murmured to himself. The Tianhuang Yu tribe is known as a hundred tribes, headed by the Feng tribe and the Crane tribe, and all the peerless sword immortals were found. The Wu tribe specialized in reconnaissance, monitoring and conspiracy to assassinate, and the sword art practiced is mainly sinister and agile.

Whether it is the sword arts or the art arts that belong to martial arts, they are all divided into four levels: refining essence into qi, refining qi to return to the spirit, refining the spirit to return to the emptiness, and refining the emptiness to combine the way. Once a practitioner breaks through the final emptiness to combine the way, he can break the void and ascend to become an immortal.

Barre's martial arts has just reached the spiritual realm, which is the initial stage of refining Qi and returning to the spirit. Refining Qi and returning to the spirit can realize the true meaning of the spirit, and combine it with martial arts and techniques, produce infinite wonderful uses, and have entered the forest of true masters. Most practitioners can only hover in the realm of refining essence into qi throughout their lives.

Wu Qi is stronger than Bare, which means that he is at least a middle-level, high-level, or even great perfection who is refining Qi and is even a great perfection. In addition, the feather clan's swordsmanship is invincible and indestructible, so such a master is enough to monitor the declining Zhi tribe.

"Have Wu Qi asked about Zhuyou forbidden spell?"

“Never.”

Prince Qiao was slightly surprised. If it weren't for the most mysterious inheritance of the Witch Clan, why would the feather clan have to focus on the Zhi tribe? Is there any hidden truth? He thought hard for a long time and felt a hint of danger, as if he was involved in a turbulent life and death game. If he was not careful, he would definitely be eaten by both sides of the chess.

The best way is to withdraw immediately and stay away from this situation.

Unfortunately, he can't.

"How did Chinno die?"

"He went out hunting alone and died under the Wuqi Sword."

"Why did Wu Qi kill Chino?"

"It was a complete accident. Zhino found that he was being followed and took the initiative to take the initiative. Uqi told me that Zhino was like a mad dog with red eyes at that time, and he was tangled with him and refused to let go. His moves were all dangerous moves to fight for his life. He really couldn't keep his hands and was forced to kill Zhino."

Prince Qiao had an extremely absurd thought. Could it be that Chino... he pondered for a moment and asked again: "How long will it take for the Blood-Eyed Falcon to release it to send it out and then return?"

"In less than half an hour."

The blood-eyed falcon can fly for 800 miles in one hour, and it will take a while to stay at Wuqi. Based on this, we can see that Wuqi's residence is about 100 miles away from Bailing Mountain. The nearby mountains should be deep and dense forests are suitable for hiding, and there should be sufficient water for daily washing and drinking... Prince Qiao was calculating by himself, and suddenly the nostrils heated, and two lines of fine blood oozed out.

On the lake of my heart, the light and shadow trembled and suddenly blurred.

Zhi You suddenly shook, and his face showed a look of struggle, as if he was about to wake up.

Prince Qiao gently wiped out the blood from his nose, and the bright red blood sprayed on his flawless fingertips, which was shocking.

He enslaved the mind and caused the old wounds of his soul, and he was no longer able to ask any more. Time flies and the world is regained. Not only does his damaged soul not recover, but his injury worsens, and even such a simple technique is difficult to sustain.

In a few years, I am afraid that even my consciousness will slowly disappear in this world.

"You, what did you do to me?" Zhi You cleared his mind and stared at Prince Qiao in horror.

"You should ask yourself what you have done." Prince Qiao replied.

Zhi You was stunned for a while and suddenly burst into tears: "I just don't want to die, I just want to live a few more years!" He grabbed Prince Qiao's robe with trembling, and his loose and shriveled hands tightly, like a curled up with pain.

"Sir, do you know the despair of a man waiting for death? He can't climb the mountain, his flesh is also shrunken, and he will stain his pants if he can't fuck the girl. If he can't fuck her, he will vomit and diarrhea if he eats a few more bites of meat. On rainy days, the old cold legs are so painful that he can't sleep, so he has to watch out the window and wait until dawn." He stared at Prince Qiao, slowly let go of his hand, and smiled bitterly: "You are still young, you won't understand."

Prince Qiao stared at Zhi You for a moment and said, "I have passed the spring dream without any trace, and my heart is so confused. Master Wu Ji, forget tonight, and treat you and me well." He waved his sleeves and walked towards the bamboo ladder.

Zhi You looked at Wang Ziqiao's back at a loss, suddenly chased after him, begging: "Sir, my blood-eyed falcon... can I... return it to me?" Wang Ziqiao's meaning seemed to not want to pursue anything, but how could he be willing to let the handle be in the other party's hands?

"Wu Ji made a mistake, where did the blood-eyed falcon come from? Aren't you raising a blood-eyed falcon in your bird cage?"

Zhi You was stunned when he heard this, Prince Qiao had already gone down from the attic. He turned his head and looked again. The disappeared blood-eyed falcon squatted in the cage again at some point, with the blood-red bird's eyes emitting a hint of confusion.

Zhi You breathed a sigh of relief, then rushed over in a panic, opened the cage door, grabbed the blood-eyed falcon, and suddenly pinched the bird's neck.

The short, shrill bird chirping came to an abrupt end, and Prince Qiao stopped.

In the deepest part of his spirit, the lake of heart is as calm as water, with huge and boundless sunken lake beds in all directions, shaped like a dry basin.

Compared with that time, the Heart Lake has shrunk more than ten thousand times. Only by finding the Zhuyou Forbidden Spell that interprets the mystery of the soul can one recover.

Prince Qiao turned around and looked at the attic shrouded in darkness. What is the difference between himself and Zhi You? He floated alone in the vast deep sea of ​​the night and could not see others.

The only light comes from your own eyes.

Who wouldn't hold on to the only life-saving dead grass?

Zhiyu is like this, he is like this, and Zhihuzhen is like this.

Perhaps this is the most wonderful human heart in the world.

Prince Qiao smiled indifferently and looked up at the deep and endless sky.

Let's compete again.

Heaven!
Chapter completed!