After finishing speaking, Chu Xian said: "You go back and follow this method, you can eradicate hidden dangers in a month at most, remember in the future, cultivate poisonous spirits, you need to be cautious and cautious, secret spells are like knives but have no handles, if you want to use secret spells to hurt others, you will inevitably hurt yourself first, so you must be fully prepared in this regard, and you must not venture into cultivation before you are ready." ”

The Patriarch of War Song hurriedly thanked him for his kindness, and he regarded Chu Xian as a senior master in their Witch Dao.

Even the other Zhan Ge clansmen, when they heard what Chu Xian said just now, they all looked pensive, and they all had huge gains.

At this time, the 'oil gourd' that Chu Xian asked for was delivered, and I don't know what the nobles of War Song thought, the person who sent the oil gourd was actually Miss Yue.

For Chu Xian, he is also an acquaintance.

But this Miss Yue also didn't recognize Chu Xian, she was extremely respectful, holding the oil gourd in both hands, like some rare treasure, who would have thought that this was just a snack that could be seen everywhere on the roadside of the Wu Clan.

Chu Xian already felt that it seemed to be too much for him to ask for oil gourds at this time, after all, the Four Ancestors Lingtu mentioned this matter just to talk, not to say that he wanted to eat it, after all, with the status of the Four Ancestors, it was not too easy to ask for this thing, and it was a bit self-assertive to do it himself.

But since you have brought it all, let's take it back and take a look, if you don't eat the Four Ancestors Lingtu, you can also try it yourself.

So raise your hand and take it.

Miss Yue was extremely respectful, and when she gave something away, she bowed her head and retreated, not even daring to look at Chu Xian, estimating that it was because the power of her left eye was too strong.

Chu Xian greeted the three fats and returned to Wushen Mountain, and naturally no one present dared to stop him, after all, this person came down from Wushen Mountain, and he also showed an incomparable secret spell cultivation just now, which is enough to show that the other party is likely to be a Wudao senior, and a certain Wuzu's entourage.

So they watched this wizard slowly leave with respect.

Miss Yue dared to look at the other party's figure boldly at this time, just staring at it for a while, she always felt that this old man who seemed to have gone through vicissitudes of life was familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, and even had a sense of familiarity.

This feeling is out of control after a lifetime, and she is eager to figure out the origin of this familiarity, and even wants to follow up and ask.

But she didn't dare, and on this occasion, it was impossible for her to make such a bold move, but this idea was like a seed at the moment, taking root and sprouting, after all, the lady of the noble family, the most important thing is to be bold.

Chu Xian carried the oil gourd wrapped in hemp paper, and slowly went up the mountain, followed by the three fats, honestly. There are many ways to go up to Wushen Mountain, but most people will choose the one that is most familiar, but today Chu Xian doesn't want to take the old road anymore, even if it is a whim, it can be regarded as wanting to try it.

So I changed the road, a remote mountain road, but this road Sanpang has obviously walked, after all, in the past two months, Sanpang has already traveled all over the Wushen Mountain, and his familiarity with this place is far beyond Chu Xian.

"Master, there is a pond valley in front of me, it is very good, there is a very delicious fruit over there, I come often, by the way, there is a poem engraved on the stone, but I can't read and write, I don't recognize what is written. San Fat muttered as he walked, he is already much more proficient in speaking now, and it is also because Chu Xian often chats with him, but when it comes to literacy, Chu Xian has not taught him yet.

Chu Xian also smiled slightly when he listened: "This is Wushen Mountain, there are some spiritual rhymes, that's too normal, as for the poem you said, it should be left by a certain Wu ancestor, let's go, go and see, I also have research on Wu Clan's writing, maybe I can see which Wu ancestor wrote it." ”

Chu Xian didn't talk nonsense, he was knowledgeable, and he had studied Wu characters in his early years, so he could understand all kinds of Wu classics.

So three fat led the way, turned around, entered a dense forest, the mountain road first went up, then turned sharply down, shuttled left and right, and after a while, it suddenly opened up, to a mountain cliff hinterland.

Far away, you can hear the sound of water here, closer, the sound gradually louder, but not roaring, and even there is a waterfall falling into the water, but I feel that this place is more secluded.

Chu Xian looked at the scenery in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh, what a secret landscape is really a wonderful place.

The three fats offered treasures at the moment, and took a few big fruits to Chu Xian, Chu Xian looked at it, it should be an ordinary wild fruit, but it grows very well.

Continuing forward, Chu Xian saw the waterhole, as well as the flowing waterfall that fell from above, the waterfall was not big, but the water was clear, and the sound was empty, which made people feel refreshed.

And behind the waterfall, there is a cave, if you don't explore carefully, you really can't see it, the three fat obviously came, and after leading Chu Xian in, Chu Xian immediately frowned.

This is a stone house, and there are benches and stone beds in it, but looking at the style, it is not the style of the Wu clan, but the style of the Holy Dynasty.

This is strange, how can there be such a stone house in the Wushen Mountain, which is obviously in the style of the Holy Dynasty Terran?

Chu Xian was immediately aroused of curiosity, and when he looked closely, he confirmed his previous guess, everything here is in the style of the human race, and there are even futons and broken pens in it, as well as inkstones, but after a long time, it has been dusty for a long time, and there may be calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, but they are still rotten and broken.

However, on a stone table over there, a few lines of engraved words remained, just like San Fat said, this is indeed a poem, and when Chu Xian looked closer, his pupils immediately shrank.

You must know that when Chu Xian is in his current state of mind, there is almost nothing that he can particularly care about, or rather, what can surprise him, if there is, it must be an earth-shattering event, or a method that can crack the spell spirit in his body. At this moment, what Chu Xian discovered did not belong to the latter, in Chu Xian's opinion, this was a shocking discovery.

The poem on the stone table reads: "Born in the emperor's family, the heart of the world, when will you break the cage and show your ambitions!"

Ordinary poems, there is not even any signature, I don't know who wrote it, but Chu Xian looked at it, but his heart was shocked, because even if there was no signature, he could tell who engraved these words from the handwriting.

Naturally, it must have been seen, and the font is special, easy to identify, it just so happens that Chu Xian is a master of calligraphy, and his attainments in this area are quite high, and he immediately recognized the origin as soon as he saw the words on the stone table.

Even, Chu Xian didn't believe it at first, and began to study it carefully, and even compared it with the font in the Shenhai library, but there was no doubt that Chu Xian was more sure of the identity of the owner of this font.

Because of this, Chu Xian was shocked.

Because the person who wrote this font, if nothing else, is Li Qianlong.

Li Qianlong's handwriting, how could it appear here, this is Wushen Mountain. This was the first question that popped into Chu Xian's mind, but soon, he answered it for himself.

Why not?

Li Qianlong has mastered many secret methods of witchcraft, including voodoo blood rain, and even the life-devouring witch spell that he has not even mastered the four sets of spirit maps, which shows that Li Qianlong is likely to have come to the territory of the witch clan, or even to the same as himself, and has gone up to Wushen Mountain, because these two witchcraft secret techniques are most likely to be transmitted from Wushen Mountain.

Chu Xian took a deep breath, although Li Qianlong's matter has come to an end, there are still too many unsolved mysteries, originally these unsolved mysteries are chaos, but now, suddenly, Chu Xian found that this unsolved mystery of chaos actually allowed him to find a breakthrough by chance.

Maybe if we continue to explore, we will be able to solve this mystery.

No matter who he is, what he is most afraid of is not death, but living, but he has no purpose, like walking with the corpse, at this moment Chu Xian has found a goal, he wants to solve the mystery that bothered him, dig out the truth, and see what is going on.

This feeling immediately filled him with fighting spirit, and his eyes also regained that sharpness, not like an old man who was close to four hundred years old.

Let's assume that this poem was written by Li Qianlong, and then determine the time, depending on the degree of decay of the things here, it should be twenty to thirty years ago, but it will certainly not exceed fifty years.

In other words, during this time period, Li Qianlong once came to Wushen Mountain, came here, and lived here.

Chu Xian began to explore the entire stone house, including the entire valley, it can be said that every grass and tree, Chu Xian had to go through it to see if he could find valuable clues.

But it's a pity that when Li Qianlong left, he obviously cleaned and took most of the things with him, and Chu Xian didn't find anything valuable.

The only most valuable discovery is that it can be determined that Li Qianlong has been here.

Then, Voodoo Blood Rain and Longevity Devouring Witch Spell can also be assumed to have been learned here, Chu Xian pondered, although Li Qianlong was extremely talented, he would never be able to do it without a teacher, that is to say, whether it was Voodoo Blood Rain or Longevity Devouring Witch Spell, someone taught him.

Who taught?

Chu Xian knew that the Wu Dao was different from the Immortal Dao, and there were requirements for bloodline, so it could be ruled out that Li Qianlong was self-taught, because even if he had a great adventure and found the lost classics of the Wu Clan by chance, he would never be able to cultivate and display without the middle and high-level bloodlines of the Wu Clan.

As Chu Xian, who has studied the secret spells of the witchcraft and has achieved extremely high achievements, he still has the right to speak in this regard.

Therefore, Chu Xian will be sure that someone must be helping Li Qianlong and teaching him these two lost witchcrafts, and as soon as this idea came out, Chu Xian already had a suspicion in his heart.

Whether it's voodoo blood rain or longevity witch spells, they are the top level of witchcraft, and they have been lost, who can master this kind of thing?

It must be a person with a very high status and extremely old qualifications, and it must be Wu Zu, other Wu people are not qualified and strong to master this ability, not to mention, Li Qianlong is learning witchcraft in Wushen Mountain, and Wushen Mountain, only Wu Zu can set foot in it.