"Perhaps Fellow Daoist Lin can think about it from another angle..." Hearing this, Gu Huai said thoughtfully: "There are many types of marks, which are not necessarily objects or reflected on the body."
Yes, why didn't she think of this? Ningxia was stunned for a moment.
She had always thought that those so-called alliance people might have done something to her, so that they could accurately capture her whereabouts.
But after so long, no matter how much she rummaged, she couldn't find such a thing, and she couldn't find a suspicious spot on her body. This is something that Ningxia has always been puzzled by.
To a certain extent, the body is equivalent to the foundation of a monk's cultivation. The spiritual roots, Dantian, meridians, capillaries and even every inch of flesh and blood form a complete system, working together to continuously transform the host. Advance to a higher realm. The monk's control over the body is theoretically extremely high.
She also believes in her control over her body. If the other party had done something, maybe there would be no clues to be found in a short period of time, but it would be very strange if no clues could be found after carefully penetrating every inch of skin and flesh.
Could it be that she really didn't have enough skills, or was the other party more skilled? No matter what, she has no clue about this right now.
It would be impossible to say that she had tampered with the object...because when she joined Zheng Bo's team, she only had one physical spiritual object, the Chonghuan Sword, on her body. But as for Zhong Huanjian, she couldn't bear the slightest malice and evil directed at her, and it might have been unsheathed the moment the other party made a move.
Later, she also checked it carefully with the "obedient cooperation" of the spirit sword, but found nothing unusual. Perhaps he was mistaken. Ningxia even put his own spirit sword in a small black box for several days despite his dissatisfaction. However, during this process, the pursuit from the alliance was still not reduced. She had to admit that there was nothing she could do about the situation.
Objects, objects...wait, she seems to have missed something.
As this fellow Taoist Gu said, marks can not only appear on physical objects, but also on spirits?
This alone sounds quite scary, because the soul is a taboo that cannot be touched at will by any monk, especially the monks who cultivate the soul.
Ningxia is not a soul cultivator, but she pays more attention to soul matters than ordinary people. After all, her origins and experiences can be said to be horrifying, and they are all hidden deep in her soul. If outsiders were to spy on him, Ningxia could almost foresee what would happen to him.
As for what? The only thing she had to connect with Zheng Bo and those people was one thing.
Gu Huai took the small piece of leather handed over by Ning Xia and was a little confused: "Is this it?"
Ningxia was a little unsure, because this thing was treated the same as Chonghuan Sword before and was thrown back into the little black box. But it didn't seem to have any effect. She had previously judged that it should be fine.
But when the other party said this, she thought of something.
If those people didn't rely on physical objects to locate her, could it have something to do with her soul?
This illustration has also been used in Ningxia, but the craftsmanship is not very clear. She was worried that the thing might have been tampered with, so she turned around and threw it into the small black box.
Now that I thought about it, I tried to take out the things to see if this fellow Daoist Gu knew something.
I saw the person opposite raised his eyebrows: "This..."
"This thing is probably the culprit that caused you, Fellow Daoist Lin, to be hunted for so many days."
Hearing this, Ningxia was not surprised at all, and even had a vague feeling that the result was not as expected. Sure enough, it was the problem with this thing, so her guess was correct...
Now that southern Xinjiang has entered early winter, the cold wind is biting at night, cutting people like a knife, which is extremely painful. Maybe in the world of cultivation where spiritual energy is abundant, even the power contained in the wind is particularly strong, and a big tree as big as three people hugging each other was blown loudly.
Although the monks are superior to ordinary people, they still instinctively don't like this kind of weather.
What's more, it was late at night, walking in such a cold and desolate ruins, with broken walls everywhere, everyone couldn't help but feel an indescribable strangeness in their hearts. The feet could not help but feel a little strange.
This is the forbidden area of the fifth family. It has never been open to the outside world. Even the monks stationed here are the children of the fifth family with high qualifications. Very few people will set foot here. Nearly 90% of the disciples present have never entered this place before, so tonight is really an eye-opener.
Many of the disciples who came to join in the number carefully looked at this strange yet strangely familiar place, and were speechless for a long time.
Zheng Bo and a group of alliance disciples followed at the end. They arrived late and had special status, so naturally they couldn't really integrate into the team. The other disciples of the fifth family may have received the order long ago, and they looked at them much less, as if they didn't exist.
Zheng Bo and his party were naturally happy about this.
But it seems a little different now.
Seeing that the disciple of the fifth family who was leading the way had a different look on his face, Zheng Bo walked slower. When the disciple of the fifth family who was leading the way was some distance away, he asked in a low voice: "How should I call this fellow Taoist?"
This leading disciple was the one who Wu Min had arranged to bring them here. He was very young, about twenty years old, but he was in the early stages of foundation building and was very silent along the way.
The person who was suddenly being spoken to was a little surprised. At first, he thought that these people from the alliance would probably not talk to him. After a long time, he said: "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced you to you yet. Just call me Changzhi."
During this gap, he glanced at the alliance members behind him and whispered: "Please pay attention to your steps. The landowner's family rarely sets foot in this place, and such a large-scale exploration has never been done before. The safety is unknown. I hope you don't do it. Be careful."
Although he didn't point it out, Zheng Bo also knew that the people in his family were indeed restless. He had already heard many people whispering behind them, as if they were just on an outing... This is a taboo for cultivators.
Zheng Bo was angry, but he couldn't reprimand him too much under such circumstances, so he could only glare at the person behind him. The young disciples at the back immediately became much quieter and did not dare to whisper to each other, but their curiosity remained undiminished.
After Weiwei taught the disruptor a lesson, Zheng Bo continued with his intention.
"Fellow Taoist Changzhi, I saw you looking strange just now. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to tell me? Of course, if it is inconvenient, forget it. We are just curious."
Zheng Bo has reached the middle stage of Jindan and has profound cultivation, but this person from the fifth family is just a foundation-building monk. Faced with Zheng Bo's arrogant attitude, the fifth disciple named Changzhi was probably happy, with a slightly red face: Master Zheng, you don't have to be so polite, I'm just a junior, just call me Changzhi.
