"Sinner?" Lin Yige repeated in confusion, "Yuzhi has continued the bloodline of the Jiuli tribe, how can he be a sinner?"
In that case, not acting rashly is the best way to preserve Jiuli's bloodline.
Yu Mingyue looked at the fragments of the elixir recipe on the table and made up her mind.
"The source of the disaster of genocide may be related to the ancient art of victory-hating taught by the witch Yuzhi to outsiders. This is what I, Ami... my mother told me."
Lin Yige thought thoughtfully and said: "'Curse to hate others', is it the art of hating victory, also known as the art of nightmare suppression, and is it often used to harm others?"
Yu Mingyue nodded, shook her head again and again, and explained eagerly: "The art of hating victory is to use magic curses or prayers to suppress and conquer things that people hate to achieve their goals. It is not used to harm others!"
"I made a slip of the tongue." Lin Yige reacted and explained.
I also knew that Yu Mingyue, who was dressed as a Jiuli tribe, must have received a lot of looks when she traveled around Jiuzhou in order to crack the pill recipe.
Inevitably a little sensitive.
"The technique of hating victory has both evil and good effects. Like many forbidden Taoist methods, there is no good or evil method. It only varies from person to person and from time to time."
There are also "win money" cast in the shape of coins in the mortal world, which can ward off evil and bring good fortune, and can also be worn and enjoyed.
After hearing this, knowing that Uncle Lin had no ill intentions, Yu Mingyue quickly calmed down.
"That's right, for our Jiuli tribe, this is similar to the cultivator's spells, spiritual contracts and the like."
These days, she has learned some common sense in the world of cultivation from the Guiyi Sect, and it is much easier to explain by analogy.
"The items used to perform the art of hating victory are called 'suppression objects'."
After thinking about it, she simply rolled up her sleeves, revealing a whole wheat-colored arm, and pointed out to Lin Yige a bright red blood mole the size of a mung bean on the outside of her upper arm.
"This is the 'auspicious victory' set on me by Chieftain Jiuli, the master of the Mother House, and the former witch, who is also my mother. He extracted the power of his own witch bloodline as a weapon to protect me."
Lin Yige's consciousness swept over the bloody mole.
The blood mole was firmly rooted in Yu Mingyue's meridians, more like a parasite.
"This blood mole can slowly increase the concentration of my blood and strengthen my witchcraft power; but if I take the initiative to harm others with the art of hating victory, I will also suffer backlash."
Lin Yige didn't know much about witchcraft and the art of defeating victory. Seeing that the blood mole didn't affect the smoothness of the meridians, he didn't say anything more.
"Who did Yuzhi teach the art of hating victory?"
"This disciple doesn't know either." Juan Mingyue shook her head, feeling helpless.
"Before she died, the witch Wu Zhi carved the person's name on the bottom of the coffin, and used her own body as a weapon to cast a spell of disgust. Anyone who touched the coffin would be confused. If you want to crack the hanging coffin, The only way to learn the victory-weary technique and learn the truth about the genocide is to refine the soul-suppressing pill or surpass the power of the witch Yuzhi."
"Can the Soul Requiem Pill break the victory-weary technique?"
"That's right, the art of aversion to victory can make people confused and cause them to suffer from serious diseases, but the Requiem and Soothing Pill can make people conscious and undisturbed."
The soul-suppressing elixir recipe involves many spiritual herbs and stones. The successful interpretation of the elixir recipe and the refining of the elixir means that the Jiuli tribe has received support from the cultivation forces; and the ability to catch up with the Yuzhi witch herself means that the Jiuli tribe has the support of the cultivation forces. Witch Li is already powerful enough...
No matter which condition is met, it means that the Jiuli tribe has the strength to take revenge.
"It seems like your genocidal enemy is not weak."
Lin Yige lamented the forbearance and intention of the witch Yuzhi, and at the same time felt a little worried.
Why does that person learn the art of hating victory?
Yu Mingyue put down her sleeves, sat up straight and looked at Lin Yige, and said firmly: "No matter how strong that person is, I will kill him!"
Only by killing that man in revenge can the undead souls in the ancestral land of the Jiuli tribe rest in peace.
"After revenge, I can get a tattoo!"
The ritual of tattooing the face is of great significance to the Jiuli witch.
The tattooed face is to a witch what the jade seal of a country is to a human emperor. It represents the legitimacy of blood and inheritance, and also represents the re-emergence of the Jiuli tribe.
Lin Yige imagined that Yu Mingyue's angular face was covered with blue tattoos, and couldn't help but shook her head, finding it difficult to understand.
Yu Mingyue plucked up the courage and asked again: "Uncle Lin, please tell me the names and characteristics of Jiuli Mountain herbs to my disciples."
Lin Yige no longer talked about it, but only described the characteristics of those medicinal herbs in detail, as well as the medicinal properties recorded in the fragments of the prescriptions.
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After about an hour, Lin Yige couldn't hold it back and raised his hand to rub his forehead.
Her original plan was to briefly interpret it with Mingyue first, and take her to Jiuli Mountain to identify the remaining uncertainties one by one.
But the name of the Jiuli Mountain medicinal herb is recorded with the homophones of the ancient characters used to commemorate the beginning of the sky, so it sounds particularly weird when read.
Lin Yige was tongue-tied while reciting it, while Yu Mingyue looked confused as she listened.
Based on the characteristics shown in the patterns of those herbs, Yu Mingyue occasionally identified a few types, and gave a series of jeering names, which made Lin Yige confused.
Not only that, Yu Mingyue herself still knows little about the medicinal herbs of Jiuli Mountain, and the gods of Jiuli Mountain who can answer questions mainly reside in Jiuli Mountain...
This mountain is high and far away, making it inconvenient to communicate with the spirits of Mount Jiuli.
Compared with the time when the second senior brother had three strokes, five divisions and two divisions, it took less than an hour to check the spiritual herbs and stones in the elixir.
"Forget it, if we continue to interpret it like this, the more we interpret it, the more confusing it will become. How about we go to Jiuli Mountain, collect herbs on the spot, and compare the interpretations?"
Rather than wasting time like this, it is better to go to Jiuli Mountain directly.
"It's because this disciple doesn't know enough about Jiuli Mountain herbs..." Yu Mingyue touched her braid and lowered her head, feeling ashamed.
"But don't worry, after arriving at Jiuli Mountain, there will be tribesmen to help collect various medicinal herbs, and the gods of Jiuli Mountain will help. It should be much easier to identify and interpret the medicinal herbs."
Lin Yige nodded, stood up and put away the fragments of the elixir recipe, then turned to look at Mingyue.
It was still the same old problem. She couldn't bear to ask Geng Xin to carry herself and Yu Mingyue, a mortal as heavy as a mountain, across the nine states.
"You came from Shangluo County in Yuzhou to Cangwu County in Yangzhou. You covered 1,700 miles in just three days. How did you do it?"
Yu Mingyue was stunned, and immediately raised her hand to touch the shiny black and fluffy braid, and then opened her hand to Lin Yige.
There was a black and yellow poisonous spirit bee lying on her palm. The poisonous wasp's belly was as thick as a finger and similar in length.
"The disciple raised a swarm of poisonous bees. However, when he entered the mountain gate last time, most of them were killed by the formation of Yingxian Pavilion... The bee swarm has not recovered yet, and it is temporarily unable to travel thousands of miles a day."
As he spoke, the huge poisonous queen bee seemed to sense something, raised its buttocks, and laid a crystal clear white bee egg.
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