Wen Guwen hesitated for a long time, thinking that there was no need to hide it from Ah Ling, so he told her something that he had been told by a dead old man... and he also mentioned the old man's crazy behavior.
It was precisely the description after these words that made Murong Ling stunned, and actually aroused a strange and common sense suspicion.
It's reasonable because the two of them are not old acquaintances, so it's normal not to trust him. The weirdness in A Mao didn't look like he was lying to himself, and there was no need for it.
But this experience was too familiar. It was the same as my own experience. It was only later that I found out that he was the great elder of the Wu Gu lineage. Looking at Ah Mao, it seemed that he still didn't know about it?
Murong Ling uneasily looked away from her pair of clairvoyant eyes, fearing that she might catch some clues. She pulled off a piece of roe deer owl leg meat that had been reheated on the fire, put it in her mouth and chewed it...
Chi Xian bore an inexplicable resemblance to Wen Gu Wenmao, "Amao, the dead old man you are talking about is the great elder of the witch Gu lineage, the great elder of Chuan Gong - Gu Siqing."
The air condensed for a moment...
"Ah Ling, then aren't you my junior sister?"
This strange angle made Murong Ling stunned, "How old were you when you started learning from me? I started learning from you when I was seventeen!"
Wen Guwenmao felt secretly happy in his heart, "I was just over ten years old at that time."
"Damn it! You win!"
Seeing this disgusting face, Murong Ling tore off a large piece of leg meat and shoved it into Wen Mao's mouth.
Wen Mao opened his mouth as wide as possible and swallowed it without chewing. "Ah Ling, can you tell me what you learned from that old man?"
"Oh, okay. Let me think about it..." Murong Ling listed a lot of things with him - remembering the insect beast's name, temperament, introduction, methods of making poison and some basic knowledge...
There are three ways to control poison - entering the body, entering the Tao, and entering the spirit.
It is further divided into death and life, good and evil, waste and nourishment.
Therefore, the principles of yin and yang and the five elements play a great role in it. Victory, generation, multiplication, and insult are added to the cause and effect of yin, yang, dryness, and dampness, which are changeable and unpredictable.
For example, for wood-based medicines, using yin-damp wood as a primer can cause the toxicity of yin-damp water and yang-damp fire.
But these all exist on the same premise, which is "quantity"
Wood can detoxify fire poison in small amounts, and it can detoxify metal in the same way. Metal and fire both have the property of destroying wood, so wood must be insulted and take advantage of it.
Wood should not be used to detoxify water in excess. Because it is born from water, wood must be in water. This is called "the son saves the mother." Otherwise, "the son kills the mother."
To detoxify earth poison, only one or two embellishments are needed. Because of its nature, it can break earth, so it cannot be used as ordinary medicine to make poison.
And these also require a prerequisite, which is the difference in "season".
When the command is "prosperous", when the prosperous life is "xiang", when the prosperous life is "rest", when the prosperous life is "prison", when the prosperous life is "prison", when the prosperous life is "death"
Wood is in season in spring, fire is in season in summer, gold is in season in autumn, and water is in season in winter.
On the day when the four seasons are changing, the earth is in order. Within these four days, the earth-based medicine can break through all kinds of poisons, and you can often practice the poison of entering the spirit.
Spring trees and winter water are both damp and cold, often cultivating the poison that enters the body.
Summer Fire and Autumn Metal are restless in nature and often practice the Gu of entering the Tao.
These three methods are the techniques of nourishing, regenerating, and controlling poison.
On the contrary, those who conflict with the "season" are the techniques of abolishing, destroying and controlling poison.
Wen Guwenmao heard the general idea and asked, "Then what if the poison Gu he refined becomes a great orderer?"
"Die...just."
Murong Ling didn't know about this matter either. If A Mao hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have been able to think of such a question at all. After all, he wasn't from the witchcraft lineage, but he still felt a little embarrassed to be asked by him.
But that panicked expression had betrayed Murong Ling. Not only did she miss Wen Mao's eyes, she also whistled as if nothing had happened...
"You don't know either, right?"
"How...how is it possible...is it possible!" Murong Ling made frequent small movements, waving, waving, and waving her hands very quickly.
Wen Mao sighed and expressed his guess:
When the Great Commander is poisonous Gu, he probably won't use it as an introduction, but may add it as an auxiliary material, so that the chance of refining the poison will not be wasted, and it will be more able to neutralize the temper.
The medicine used in every "season" should be chosen between "phase" and "rest".
However, it is impossible for "prison" and "death" to make the entire "season" useless. Since there is a saying that "medicine is three parts poison", there should be a method of refining voodoo to fight poison with poison.
Take "Summer" as an example, "Wisdom of Fire" is used as an auxiliary ingredient in season, the medicine should be "Xiangtu" and "Xiumu", "Qingshui" and "Death Metal" are used as "Miaoshou"
If there is gold, it will disturb the wood, and if there is too much water, it will disturb the earth. When metal and water enter, the fire will cut down the metal and absorb the water.
Metal turns into water, and fire absorbs the body again, and the fire rises greatly, so the auxiliary materials turn into the main body, breaking the nature of earth and wood.
And because it is timely, the principles of yin and yang are not tabooed.
Therefore, a Gu has three preparations: "Chang", "Ni" and "Tong"
The three preparations all focus on the "prison" and "death" positions.
This kind of preparation is reasonable and worthy of being called the Great Zombie and the Zhizhi.
"It's corpse driving, big zombie." Murong Ling corrected.
"Whatever." Wen Guwenmao didn't care about the order. "Big zombie, chase the corpse" is really a bit boring.
He took out those bugs again, pointed at them and asked, "Ah Ling, what are their personalities?"
"Begging me." Murong Ling pinched her waist and looked down at Wen Mao with half-open eyes, her condescending look showing off her foreign style.
"Please... please... please... please..."
Peng Qi became restless again, but fortunately the fire was on, so Ah Ling couldn't tell whether her face was heated or something...
Murong Ling tried her best to suppress the rising corners of her mouth, coughed a few times to clear her throat, and took out Wu Jia Zi, "This is Impatient Gold."
He took out the nine-headed insect again and said, "This is Yin Chao Fire."
"Let me ask you a question." Murong Ling proudly picked up a portion of the tempering worm, "It can eat nine-headed worms, and black worms can increase its medicinal properties. So what is its nature?"
Wen Mao also picked up a portion of tempering worms. If he didn't look carefully, he saw that they looked very similar to earthworms. He picked up two more portions of tempering worms, picked up a branch at random, and held the three parts together in his hand. Inside, I warmly roasted them...
"Yang Shi Shui." Wen Mao glanced at Murong Ling with disdain, then popped the roasted tempered worm into his mouth.
"Don't be too happy...Eh?!" Murong Ling stretched out her hand to reach him but it was too late. Wen Mao seemed to swallow it directly, "Why are you eating everything?!".
Murong Ling walked up to him and measured the destination of this yang wetness inch by inch until...
"Ahem." Wen Guwenmao reminded him pretending to cough.
"What are you thinking?!" Murong Ling slapped him on the head again, "I'm afraid you'll be poisoned."
Wen Mao pretended to rub his head, "I didn't say anything..."
"I told you, I won't just slap you twice!" Wen Mao hadn't figured out where Murong Ling's "two" came from, so he slapped her again.
The late night spring breeze mixed with light rain could not put out the fire, but it also made the air a few degrees colder. All kinds of insects and beasts seemed to be frightened, and their roars became extremely shrill. When mixed together, they sounded like human wailing. This wailing sound will continue to echo in the forest...
Once you get used to it, you will inevitably be startled into a cold sweat.
The night wind blew suddenly and slowly, causing the flames to almost catch Murong Ling's long hair. Wen Mao quickly took her into his arms.
"You damn gangster, you're taking advantage of me again, aren't you?!" Regardless of how the fire behind him was blown, Murong Ling knocked Wen Mao down and then rode on him and beat him for a long time...
He stopped beating until he felt tired. The two of them exhaled together, and Wen Mao explained, "I'm afraid that you will get sparks on my clothes."
It’s fine if you don’t say it, but if you say it, you’ll be beaten again…
"Return it to you, you damn gangster!" Murong Ling took off Wen Mao's clothes and threw them in his face, "It's true that no one can learn anything!"
Wen Mao was stunned for a moment, then responded, "Are you talking about refining Gu?"
"You talk back!"
Unsurprisingly, he was still beaten, as if he was deliberately avenging his previous revenge...
"I'm not allowed to say anything, and I'm not allowed to ask questions. I treat you as a friend, but you treat me as a fool..." Wen Mao complained while getting dressed. After getting dressed, he stretched out his hand to warm himself up by the fire. My hands were full of water, and it was really cold.
After beating him several times, Murong Ling felt much better and comforted him, "Amao, don't you have many friends?"
"If you count, there's one."
Ah Mao said this very calmly, which was completely different from what he had imagined. He thought that no matter how accustomed he was to this, he would be a little frustrated, but when he heard it, he didn't sound at all depressed. There seemed to be a sense of enjoyment in the calmness.
"It's okay, I'm your friend." Murong Ling coaxed him and smoothed his messy hair, "It's not a loss for you to protect me now. Our corpse-killing lineage's practice has always been accumulated. In the future, I Cultivate to a hundred saints, I will protect you."
Wen Guwen turned around and looked into those clear eyes. He blushed for a moment and quickly looked away.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, it had been like this ever since he knew A Ling was the fat girl.
I just don’t know if Ah Ling has noticed it... will she feel disgusted with herself if she notices it...
While he was thinking about it, Murong Ling also smoothed his hair, sat next to him, reached out and pulled off two pieces of meat, and handed one piece to Wen Mao.
"Amao, shouldn't you hide this from your friends?"
"What?" Wen Guwen turned his head in confusion and happened to bump into her.
Murong Ling pulled his ears and asked, "What's going on with the Tianlu lineage? You don't think I'm stupid, do you?"
Rong Wenmao thought for a while and felt that there was nothing to say, "From the historical data of the Dazhuang lineage, there are four lines of the Great... Corpse Exorcist, the Great Zombie, the Witch Gu, and the Tianlu were sealed in the Baidu Evil State. "
Both the corpse-riding and the great zombies are still active traditions, and Wu Gu has also confirmed its former glory, but there is no news about this Tianlu.
"Actually, it's normal. In such a long history, countless orthodox traditions have perished. They have been forgotten so completely. Maybe it's because they perished a little earlier."
Murong Ling's words hit the nail on the head and hit home.
But when four "evil sects" with "similar odors" get together, why would there be any talk of destruction...
Wen Guwen swallowed his saliva and truthfully stated his guess:
There are only two reasons for the great destruction of the Tianlu Taoism. One is complicated cultivation and lack of access, and the other is civil strife.
The documents I saw in the Dazhang clan before felt strange, but now that I think about it, they look a bit like Qi Yun's Zhou Tian behavior.
Could that be the "Tianlu"?
Could this be done by someone from Dazheng's lineage?
There are still so many records missing from the historical materials, which makes it even more suggestive of a guilty conscience.
"Probably not..." Murong Ling comforted her, but her confidence was still insufficient. After all, the people in the clan did not have a very good opinion of the Dazhang lineage.
Wen Mao carefully leaned against Murong Ling, "Ah Ling, if this was done by a member of the Dazhang tribe, would you hate me?"
"There is a gap between men and women." Murong Ling pushed him aside and explained earnestly, "We are not sure yet, and even if we are sure, so what? What your tribe did has nothing to do with you. The so-called Tianlu Yi The pulse has nothing to do with me, why do I hate you?"
Wen Guwen pulled his trouser legs to divert his attention, not daring to look at Murong Ling anymore, "Just asking." He noticed the bamboo flute that had been washed away by the rain for a long time, and put it back into his cuffs, "By the way, that wizard Why did the Gu lineage perish?"
"I heard that it's because the younger generation is inactive. The method of making poisons inherently values talent, and the path of cultivation is prone to backlash from poisonous poisons. Those who have achieved success are all masters of talent, mind, and body."
After hearing what Murong Ling said, she finally understood. No wonder she was so worried when she saw herself eating those weird things. It seemed that she cared about herself... "Hehe..."
"What are you giggling about?"
"Eh?! No! It's nothing!"
He waved his hands repeatedly in panic, kept rubbing behind him, and knocked his head against a tree. These confusing behaviors were strung together, and the cold and domineering impression he gave Murong Ling at the beginning was gone.
Murong Ling grabbed his injured arm and took out a small gourd ointment from her pocket. "Since you are so sincere, I have to show it." She untied the cloth strip on Wen Mao's arm and wiped it on Circle ointment…
But this ointment was extremely hot, and the burning sensation on the skin was very serious. Wen Mao clenched his teeth and his jaw trembled slightly.
"Be patient, this is very important." Murong Ling wrapped the cloth around him again.
After the burning sensation on the skin disappeared, the wound no longer hurt. If it weren't for the trace of white bones that were still exposed, I would have thought that the flesh had grown.
Seeing that he was getting better, Murong Ling found a tree to lean against and sleep on, "If you dare to take advantage of him, don't blame me for beating you to death tomorrow."
"Don't dare. Don't dare. Don't dare."
After Murong Ling fell asleep, he sat next to her and stayed there until dawn...
