"I don't know how many little secrets are hidden in the green forest..." Feng Zaisu gently stroked a tall ancient tree, as if the green moss was the blanket that she had wrapped in her childhood. "When we were young, we often came here to play secretly, looking for the most hidden big trees, and using the spell we just learned to hide some small things in the trunk."

Feng Zaisu walked around for a while and suddenly stopped. He stroked his fingers gently, "I have it." She added a small note in her hand, "Haha, at that time, we thought no one could see through our magic. In fact, in the eyes of high-level Taoists, they were all childish tricks, so boring that they could not arouse their interest."

Feng Zaisu looked at the note, smiled, and sent it back to the trunk, "Let a little female Taoist priest stay here. I don't know when, Bilin has been forgotten, and the new generation of Taoist priests have found a new place to make wishes."

Mu Xingqiu stood a dozen steps away, following the hermit, not understanding whether these words had other meanings. He thought, this was the difficulty of getting along with higher Taoist priests. They joked when they wanted to joke, and if they wanted to be serious, they would be secretly hidden when they wanted to hide their secrets. But the lower Taoist priests had to rack their brains to guess. This was not harmful, but it just made him feel nervous.

The two met in the early morning and walked a distance deep into the forest, passing through two ancient trees. Mu Xingqiu believed that although it seemed that they had not walked for a long time, they were actually far away from their departure place.

Feng Zaisu seemed to be simply recalling the past. She stopped in front of Mu Xingqiu, "It is not just Bilin that has been forgotten, but also ancient magic. Soul identification is one of them. Since souls are just the source of materials and power, who cares about the difference between souls?"

"I thought the soul was unrecognizable," said Mu Xingqiu.

"The soul is indeed unrecognizable, but some souls are more special and have more powerful powers that can be highlighted among many souls, which gives the soul-detaining master the opportunity to identify them." She pointed to the many ancient trees around her, "almost exactly the same trees. But there are always a few that are unique."

Mu Xingqiu walked around the place and finally realized that Feng Zaisu had the intention to bring him to this tree. "It is far away from other trees, which means... its roots are deeper and wider, and it is a stronger ancient tree."

Feng Zaisu nodded, "Please forgive us old guys for playing puzzles. This is not only to reflect the superiority of higher Taoists - although I do have this idea - it is also to make sure that you are really worthy of my teaching of spells."

Mu Xingqiu's thoughts were seen through, and his face turned slightly red, "I hope I didn't disappoint you."

"You are very good. Now you have learned the first lesson. Some souls are unique. Their power is stronger, and some souls are even dazzling in the eyes of the Soul-Retaining Master."

"Fangfang..."

"This is a speculation: people with souls are rare, and people with Taoist roots are unique. Qin Lingshuang's soul must be very unique. You have to find her soul before tomorrow night. If the speculation is correct, we will have the opportunity to defeat Feng Ruhui and take back the soul she secretly stolen. If the speculation is wrong, we still have time to escape."

"There are more than 100,000 souls in the Frost Soul Sword, isn't it..."

"This is a mistake you made." Feng Zaisu said bluntly, but there was no reproach on his face. "You should have followed the advice of the Great Soul-Retaining Master, and only restricted the dozen souls around you, rather than the hundreds of thousands on the entire battlefield. You have made the task of identifying souls complicated."

"I didn't expect this to be the case."

"It's not your fault, it's the Great Soul Detainer who made a mistake in judgment. She greatly underestimated you and the Frost Soul Sword, and you. Since you speak so well when inspiring us hermits, you have to take on more responsibilities than others."

"I am willing to take it." Mu Xingqiu's heart beat faster when he thought of finding Fangfang's soul.

"If there is a Si Ming Ding, it will only take a short time to do it. Now I can only use the stupidest method." Feng Zaisu took out a small piece of candle and put it in the air half a person high, "to activate a single soul to attack the candle. The size of the halo represents the size of the power. The one with the largest halo is, I hope it is Qin Lingshuang's soul."

It takes certain skills to activate a single soul. Mu Xingqiu is not a Taoist priest of the Lantern Candle Certificate, and the general method may not be effective. So he roughly explained the illusion of Mind Heart. Feng Zaisu changed the method of driving a single soul and told him in detail. One hour later, Mu Xingqiu basically mastered this kind of magic that was quite outdated and useless.

He summoned the Frost Soul Sword and cast spells on the candle. The speed gradually accelerated. The halo of the candle flickered slightly, and occasionally expanded slightly. The power of the soul was basically the same, so the changes brought about were not obvious.

At around noon, Yang Qingyin and others also came and watched from a distance, which was a kind of protection. Mu Xingqiu's casting speed was faster. He gradually entered a state similar to that of thought, but his thoughts were all concentrated on the Frost Soul Sword and the candle opposite. In the eyes of others, it was just a halo of one foot long radius flashing, but in his eyes, souls showing their power.

This is a boring process. Almost every half an hour, the halo will suddenly expand by one or two feet, showing obvious changes and stopping in a flash.

Feng Zaisu felt that he didn't have to stay anymore, so he said to Taoist priests Pangshan: "Don't let anything get close to that candle, even a fallen leaf can't do it. Let everything go with the flow. You can speak, but you can't interfere with him."

The hermit passed through an ancient tree and disappeared. Yang Qingyin and others held their breath for a while. At this time, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Even the bald man who didn't need to breathe made an exhalation. "It turns out that he can speak, I thought he could only be a mute."

Yang Qingyin circled around and cast simple spells around and above Mu Xingqiu, and placed several magic weapons. She could receive a warning even if the wind was slightly higher.

"I hope everything goes well. Let's start the fight tomorrow night and don't postpone it anymore." Yang Qingyin prayed softly. Although she could speak, she still lowered her voice carefully.

"My mother, do you really want to save your parents?" The bald man stopped on Xiao Qingtao's shoulder, so he had to look up at the person.

Yang Qingyin's parents were both Taoist priests of the Five Elements Department, and like Yang Baozhen and others, she was trapped in Luanjing Mountain. She frowned slightly, "It's certain to save people. I really want to be unable to talk about it. I haven't seen them for three years..." She suddenly remembered that these people were not Taoist families, and perhaps misunderstood what she meant. She added: "It's because they don't want to see me, but it's not because I hide from them. I have to at least reach the realm of Gu Xia to be qualified to appear in front of them, or to make a relationship with Shen Jiyi happy."

The family affection of the Taoist family is a bit weird. Bald people can't understand it, and Xiao Qingtao and Xin Youtao can't understand it either.

The bald man did not answer. Feiba slowly straightened up, stared at his head for a while, stretched out his arm and shook it twice, and finally confirmed that the strange friend of Taoist priest was floating in the air and fell asleep.

The bald man often falls into a drowsy sleep, and he can't control himself, and often he doesn't even admit that he has fallen asleep.

Feiba opened his mouth, looked around blankly, and coughed tremblingly, and found that there was really no one nearby. His expression slowly changed, and his watery eyes showed uncontrollable excitement, "Finally..."

He quietly approached Mu Xingqiu, and the wooden leg left one mark after another on the moss. Apart about ten steps, he stopped and never dared to approach again. He looked around for a few more times, his whole body trembled, bent down and pulled out the wooden leg, gritted his teeth and pulled it hard on the broken leg, and took out a white worm that was several inches long.
Chapter completed!