This is not the first time Lin Yige has met Wenzong Yi Xuemai Shuoyuan.
She clearly remembered that Wen Zongyi used this method to identify the direction in the illusion array.
At that time, after the blood drop that was used as an introduction was divided into two, half of it dissipated directly.
When asked later, Wen Zongyi said that his biological father had passed away, so half of his bloodline could not be traced back to its source.
But after the blood bead was split into two, it did not dissipate.
In other words, Wen Zongyi's late biological father was still alive and well, but he didn't know what means he used to block the blood source.
Seeing him staring into the distance with no reaction, Lin Yige deliberately joked: "Old Wen, you are so lucky. Your father has been buried for more than 1,500 years and is back alive today. What a great joy!"
Because of the art of blood origin, Wen Zongyi never questioned the statement that "his biological father is deceased".
Suddenly I learned that my biological father was still alive, and I was a little confused.
A thought popped up in my mind uncontrollably: Compared with the indifferent biological father, Wen Mengyue's biological mother didn't seem too bad, at least she brought herself back to the Wen family.
Hearing Lin Yige's irony, Wen Zongyi came back to his senses. When he realized that his idea was ridiculous, most of his complicated emotions dissipated.
He laughed at himself, looked up weakly and glared at Lin Yige, and said, "You call this blessing?"
Lin Yige softened his tone and explained: "He neither gave birth to you nor raised you, nor taught you to protect you, so why should you be upset about it? He has ignored you for fifteen hundred years and still pretends to be dead. It’s not a good thing if it comes out all of a sudden.”
Wen Zongyi sighed, shook his head and explained, "I'm not worried about the person I've never met. I just feel that Wen Mengyue may have had some unavoidable reasons for treating me like that."
Lin Yige opened his eyes wide, and suddenly saw the golden light emanating from Wen Zongyi's golden body of Tathagata in the main hall of Kongjue Temple.
Concerned about Wen Zongyi's injuries, Lin Yige restrained the idea of punching him twice to wake him up, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Is he able to attack you because he has troubles? Are you hurt on the head?"
"I'm fine, I'm not excusing her, it's just..." Wen Zongyi wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start, so he could only sigh and said, "Don't worry, she harmed her siblings and almost ruined the entire Wen Zongyi Shi, and also captured Caiwei, I remember all this."
Lin Yige breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He thought that Wenzong Yi Fozi Zhongshu was possessed and planned to repay evil with kindness and influence his enemies!
Remembering that Caiwei was not out of danger, she immediately urged: "Then stop nagging and tell me her location quickly. If your cheap dad is a Mahayana, Caiwei's situation will not be good!"
Wen Zongyi did not show off, and said directly: "Just now I used the art of blood source, and the two drops of blood were drawn across the outer mountains and westward to the Funiu Mountain cave. They met the mountain guarding formation and then dissipated."
The place where the blood flow dissipated was undoubtedly where the two of them were.
"Funiu Mountain Cave Heaven...is that where Tingfeng Pavilion is?"
As Lin Yige spoke, he stared at Wen Zongyi's face and recalled the faces of the Mahayana monks in Tingfeng Pavilion.
Helpless, she really couldn't remember the faces of the Supreme Elders, let alone who among them Wenzong Yixiang looked like.
Wen Zongyi noticed Lin Yige's gaze, took out a jade slip and threw it to her, saying, "That person should be a monk from Tingfeng Pavilion, but most likely he is not the Supreme Elder. If you don't believe me, just take a look."
Lin Yige took the jade slip and looked into it with his spiritual consciousness. It turned out to be a picture album containing most of the Mahayana monks in the mountain and sea world.
With just one glance, she understood why Wen Zongyi was so sure - the Supreme Elder of Tingfeng Pavilion could only barely be called a person with good facial features.
"I believe it." Lin Yige threw the jade slip back to Wen Zongyi and analyzed it with hindsight, "If he were the Supreme Elder, he could have cooperated with Wen Mengyue inside and outside to eat up the Wen family."
Wen Zongyi pinched the jade slip, dumbfounded, and secretly decided to give her as much pleasure as possible based on the face Wen Mengyue gave him.
Lin Yige patted the Gengxin sword and said to Wen Zongyi, "Just wait, I'll bring Caiwei back."
After saying that, he prepared to wield his sword.
Go to Funiu Mountain.
"Wait a minute, I'll go with you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soft sword straightened with a clang and floated to Wen Zongyi's feet.
Lin Yige saw that his sword control was far less stable than usual, so he dissuaded him: "You should stay in the Wen family to recuperate and reorganize yourself, or directly ask my second senior brother to come and deal with Chong Xuanzi in the Fengtian Tower."
Wen Zongyi lowered his head and stepped on the soft sword, stabilized his body and then said: "Caiwei suffered this disaster all because I failed to understand the matter early and eliminate the hidden dangers. How can I rest assured and recover?"
Caiwei had almost been forced to marry into the Wu family in Yuzhou before due to his negligence.
That marriage was decided privately by Wen Mengyue while he was away.
What a coincidence, Wu Zhongling, the current young master of the Wu clan in Yuzhou, is a disciple of Tingfeng Pavilion.
Ruowen Mengyue ignores Caiwei's wishes and brings up old matters again...
Wen Zongyi didn't dare to think deeply.
At this point, he just wanted to rescue his niece from Wen Mengyue's hands.
Lin Yige was very confused: "I can't blame you for this. After all, who would use blood essence to perform the Bloodline Shuoyuan spell when they have nothing to do?"
"It has been six hundred and one years, three months and seven days since I used the art of blood source. When I first learned that Wen Mengyue was involved with Chong Xuanzi, after receiving your news, I should have been more careful. If you are suspicious, perform the technique again to confirm."
Lin Yige wanted to persuade her again, but Wen Zongyi interrupted her and said, "Either you save your apprentice and I save my niece, and we each save our own, or I wait for you to leave and then go by myself."
Seeing this, Lin Yige had no choice but to let him go.
Thinking about it, he still wanted to reunite with Third Senior Sister, so he probably wouldn't force himself too much.
Before setting off, Lin Yige casually asked about that period of time that made people particularly concerned about it: "Six hundred and one years, three months and seven days, do you remember it so clearly?"
There was a look of nostalgia in Wen Zongyi's eyes, and he kept talking: "At that time, I was trapped in the Jiuyuan tomb passage. I used this technique to guide the direction and find a way out. I didn't find the way out, but I met Wu Lan. She She protected me and took me out of the Jiuyuan Tomb Passage. She has rescued too many people, and she has probably forgotten it. But I remember that day when she..."
It's so curious that it annoys the cat to death.
Lin Yige regretted it endlessly and clenched her fist to interrupt his endless rumbling of memories: "Okay, I just asked casually."
Wen Zongyi caught a glimpse of his old friend's fist and suppressed his voice angrily, remaining speechless all the way.
The moment Wen Mengyue held her back, Wen Caiwei hooked the fingertips of her palms slightly, put away the family head seal calmly, and glanced across the faces of the family elders with different expressions.
The next moment, the spiritual power in his body stagnated.
"Caiwei, you are my grandmother's only bloodline! Just be obedient and my grandmother will never harm you."
Hearing the sound in her ears, Wen Caiwei narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly in response.
