Red Heart Survey

The old priest made the clothes behind closed doors.

Wu Quji studied the source water and treated the injuries.

Su Qi soaked into the bookstore of the saint clan, flipping through the numerous records.

It is worth mentioning that, like their language, the writing of the Holy Clan is very close to the writing of the present world, and it is not difficult to distinguish it.

At the same time, Jiang Wang also announced his retreat.

He resolutely refused to admit that it was because he lacked the idea of ​​helping Qing Qishu "make friends" and was afraid of Qing Qishu's entanglement.

He is for practice.

In the fruit room, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged.

The little black snake trapped by the sea of ​​spirit flowers is still in the Tongtian Palace. Since the death of the Hidden Snake King, it has been wandering around without a clue.

This facilitates Jiang Wang's research.

The composition of the soul flame is based on the power of the soul, replacing Dao Yuan, and directly spawned with the idea of ​​​​the Taoist flame.

On the other hand, analyzing these little black snakes, is it possible to reverse the process of their formation?

The Taoist power that the caster is dead, lacks control and has lost follow-up power, and still remains in Tongtian Palace is undoubtedly a rare material.

Practice is a process of understanding the world and yourself, exploring, seeking knowledge, and enjoying yourself.

Jiang Wang is not afraid of exhaustion, but the difficulty of analyzing such a Taoism is still beyond his imagination.

After returning from the land of hidden snakes, it was already afternoon.

After a whole night, plus the next day and night, the analysis of this spirit and Taoism still hasn't been completed.

If this Taoist technique is compared to a whole black snake, then he has just analyzed half of the snake's body, which still belongs to the half of the snake's tail.

It was the last day before dealing with Yan Xiao, and time did not allow him to continue analyzing.

Fortunately, there is already a foundation, and he can use this foundation to perform deduction on the stage after leaving Senhai Yuanjie. It's nothing more than a labor-intensive thing.

This is the benefit of too illusory realm.

...

Jiang Wang sat in front of the old priest.

At this time, Wu Quji's injury has recovered, and Su Qi is still looking for answers in the bookstore.

After the naked clothes were made, the priest first called Jiang Wang alone, and Jiang Wang did have a need to communicate with her.

"This is the best of the four hidden clothes."

The old woman took out one and stacked it in front of Jiang Wang.

From the appearance alone, it is a gray gown.

The well-regulated style and ordinary color are not conspicuous.

You have to look closely to feel the extraordinary.

The most important thing is that the whole gown is complete and comprehensive, without any trace of sewing, like animal fur, which is natural. The so-called seamlessness is probably like this.

The material of this invisible clothes is naturally the hidden snake king.

"Four pieces?" Jiang Wang stroked the hidden clothes, a little puzzled.

"Only four pieces were made in the first batch. Qishu is also going to hunt Yan Xiao with you, so one piece belongs to him." The old woman said.

"Qing Qishu is going too?"

Of course, the old priest knew where his doubts came from, and responded: "He is only in charge of defense, try to help you resist Yan Xiao's attack, so that you can cause more damage. This will not affect the result of Yan Xiao's death."

If Qing Qishu only defends and does not attack, it will indeed not violate the rules of Yan Xiao's resurrection. only……

"It's too dangerous for him." Jiang Wang said.

The old woman said slowly: "It is his responsibility to escape the hunt. He has the corresponding awareness, so you don't have to worry."

Jiang Wang finally understood. In the place where snakes are hidden, when Qing Bazhi asked Qing Qishu why he didn't bring a knife, what did Qing Qishu's answer "Lian Lian" mean.

That giggling, big-bodied and thick-skinned guy had indeed awakened a long time ago.

"Actually..." Jiang Wang thought for a while and said, "I have no confidence in killing Yan Xiao."

He has nothing to hide, it's about his own safety, and he doesn't need to be coy.

Originally, he had doubts about Yan Xiao, but after the Hidden Snake Land and his party, he was also dissatisfied with the quality of his "comrades in arms".

As a medical monk, Wu Quji's combat effectiveness has been verified. It can't be said that he is weak, but he is not much stronger.

Su Qi's mood collapsed, and it was difficult to exert his peak strength. Now that he is focusing on "Invasion of the Night", if he really gets any clues, it is not impossible to abandon Yan Xiao directly.

There is no need to be humble, take them to kill Yan Xiao, Jiang Wang is the absolute main force.

This also means that he has to bear the greatest danger.

There is no need to mention any mission or honor.

After all, the Senhai Saint Clan is completely unfamiliar to him. Even though they have been in contact with Qing Qishu in the past few days, and they are in harmony with Qing Qishu, but it is far from reaching this level to say that they are working hard for them like this.

If there is any disharmony, he would rather leave the land of the shadow of the gods and find another opportunity to leave the source world of Senhai. There is really no other way, and it will not be too late to come back and face Yan Xiao.

The old priest has experienced the world for a long time, so of course he can't fail to see Jiang Wang's emotions.

Sending out the source water before, and now telling him about Qing Qishu's awakening, is to strengthen his confidence. But obviously the effect is not enough.

"I know that you may have doubts about Yan Xiao, and I can understand that. Solving your doubts is what I should do as a holy priest."

The old woman said: "So young man, you want to hear, in order to weaken Yan Xiao. What efforts have we made?"

Jiang Wang said: "I would like to hear the details."

"What I'm going to tell you next, you can't disclose it to anyone."

"I am not as close as you imagined with Su Qi and Wu Quji. It is not enough to talk about everything."

The old woman said: "I am not referring to them, but members of my holy clan."

Jiang Wang suppressed the doubts in his heart, and only said: "Please tell me."

But the old woman suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant matter: "The emissary of Wu Qu Ji asked me before, why the saints donated their heads to Yan Xiao, why didn't they send the old people and children, but let the young A strong warrior sacrificed. Do you remember my answer?"

"The elderly are the history, and the children are the future." Jiang Wang answered without hesitation, because he actually approved of this answer.

But the old priest said: "In fact, it has nothing to do with history, nor does it have anything to do with the future. It's not about honor, or even morality. It's only about Yan Xiao."

Jiang Wang silently waited for the next sentence.

"Young man, I can tell that you are a trustworthy person." The old woman looked kindly.

Jiang Wang didn't speak. There is no need for him to be humble about this, because he is indeed very trustworthy.

The old woman's tone suddenly became melancholy: "When I was as old as Qinghua, I also met a young man like you. He is also an outsider, and he was also summoned by the Dragon God."

"That's a wonderful age..." She sighed softly.

"Listening" is a very important ability. No one has taught him, but Jiang Wang has already understood it. At this moment, he just looked at the white-haired old woman in front of him, expressing his concentration with his eyes.

"He is smart, courageous, hardworking, and powerful. When I met him, it was in a place where spirit silk flowers were blooming."

"The 'flower' of Lingsi flower is Lingsi, which is born in strands, like hair. We also call it trouble silk. It's really 'worry'..."

The old woman sighed, her eyes lowered slightly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. At that moment, there was a girlish shyness: "Sour, astringent, and sweet troubles."

Speaking of this, she patted the futon with deeply wrinkled, thin and withered hands: "Oh, this futon is made of spirit silk. We use it to weave clothes and straw sandals...Everyone has 'troubles', every day No one can live without it.”

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