You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 143: Being tricked by a bird

"Is this the reason why this kid is so weird? What on earth is that tree?" Xuanniao's voice was very soft, as if he was muttering to himself.

Chang Qing was very surprised by Xuanniao's reaction: "Is there any secret in my spiritual roots?"

Changqing didn’t know, so he could only wait until Xuanniao calmed down completely before asking.

After a long time, the voice of the black bird was heard again: "Remember, little guy! It is better not to reveal your spiritual roots in the future, otherwise it will easily lead to a fatal disaster."

Xuanniao's voice and the look it gave Changqing had changed a lot. They seemed to be more solemn, and even a little fearful.

Chang Qing asked quickly: "Senior, I found something strange on my spiritual root. Can you tell me?"

Xuanniao was very surprised by Changqing's reaction: "You don't even know?"

"Yes, please help me solve this doubt, senior." Chang Qing said.

Xuanniao thought for a moment and said, "You just mentioned the abnormality in your spiritual roots. In fact, your spiritual roots are the biggest abnormality! They are more huge than all the secrets found in you."

Xuanniao paused and continued, "Unfortunately, my bloodline is not pure, and I cannot open the memory in my bloodline. I don't know what it is, but I can feel that your spiritual roots are quite ancient, and your origin is amazing."

"Oh, I see. Thank you for clearing up my doubts, senior." Chang Qing bowed in thanks.

Seeing that Chang Qing didn't seem to be too excited, Xuanniao thought to himself: "It seems that this kid still has a secret."

But Xuanniao was not prepared to dig deeper. After all, just the spiritual root alone scared it half to death. If it dug further and found out some huge secret, it might lose its life.

Without thinking any more, Xuanniao picked up a handful of green feathers from the corner and threw them to Changqing.

There are more than ten of them.

Chang Qing was speechless for a moment. He hadn't noticed it when he first came in, but now he found piles of feathers of different colors piled up in a corner not far away.

"It seems that this senior is still in the molting period..." With so much hair and still testing himself, Chang Qing felt that he was being tricked again.

"I was careless. Birds have evil hearts."

Changqing warned himself in his heart that he should never suffer such a loss again.

Seeing that Xuanniao was trying to drive him away, Changqing suddenly had an idea.

"I have something to ask of you, senior." Chang Qing bowed again.

Xuanniao glanced at Changqing and said, "No, you are too deeply involved. If you are implicated, I won't even know how I died."

Xuanniao withdrew a Changqing request for help.

Chang Qing quickly said, "It's not a big deal. I just want to borrow the waterfall to practice for a while. What do you think?"

Xuanniao was unhappy: "No, this is where I practice, how can I allow outsiders to come in and out casually."

"Then, I'll give you five drops of my own blood." Chang Qing stretched out his hand and made the number five.

Xuanniao was stunned for a moment, and was obviously tempted, but quickly refused: "I like quietness, so aren't you disturbing my quietness by being here?"

"Ten drops!" Changqing continued to add.

Xuanniao's eyes were obviously shining, but he still wanted to raise the price: "This is a place that I spent a hundred years to build, it needs blood."

"Fifteen drops of essence and blood. This is the final bottom line. Any more will shake the foundation." Chang Qing gritted his teeth and made the final concession.

"Deal! I told you I wasn't wrong about you."

The agreement was made very straightforwardly, and Changqing felt like he had been cheated again.

But once words are spoken, they are like water spilled, and it is a foregone conclusion.

Chang Qing gritted his teeth and forced a small ball of blood from his fingertips, and his face turned pale.

"Please keep my secret a secret for me, senior." Chang Qing said.

"Don't worry, I'm the strictest person in the entire Yuling Sect." Xuanniao waved its wings and made the promise.

"Then I will come to bother you again in a few days."

Chang Qing walked out of the cave and rushed towards his own courtyard. He had lost all his blood and energy, and his body was weak. He flew crookedly, which made the disciples passing by look at him and laugh secretly.

Chang Qing gave a bitter smile, his current appearance was just like someone with kidney deficiency!

Seeing Jiaocang still sleeping, Changqing sat beside him with his eyes closed and practiced the Qingtian Nianqing Jue to slowly recover the lost essence and blood.

The recovery power of the second level of Qingtian Nianqing Jue is even more terrifying. In less than two days, Changqing made up for the losses that others would take months to make up.

Chang Qing exhaled, placed the Cangfeng Seed and Xuanniao Qingyu aside, and then put those auxiliary resources in a pile, recalling the practice method of Fuyao Jue in his mind.

"The practice method of this magic formula is actually different from the current practice methods!" Chang Qing was a little amazed.

"It turns out that they practice by carving patterns on the body, which seems like ancient witchcraft. It seems that this Fuyao Jue is also quite ancient."

Changqing took out the small alchemy furnace given by Yun Qinghan, and stimulated a few balls of green spiritual fire, then slowly added auxiliary spiritual medicines, minerals, etc. Changqing's alchemy skills were not bad, and he controlled the temperature very well. In less than half a quarter of an hour, a ball of blue-gold liquid floated in the alchemy furnace.

Changqing used his spiritual power to slowly inject the liquid into the thin tube of the black bird feather, and it was full with just a few drops.

Put the remaining spiritual liquid back into the alchemy furnace.

Looking at the green feathers floating in front of my eyes, I had a sense of déjà vu.

"Quill pen?" Chang Qing knew why it was familiar.

The black bird's feathers seemed to be injected with vitality, and blue-gold light began to flow on the feathers. The feathers and the liquid in the thin tube in the middle reflected each other, and actually produced waves.

Without further ado, Chang Qing immediately sat cross-legged, fully awakened his spiritual awareness, and used his spiritual power to control the feather pen. He removed his upper body clothes and began to carve a pattern on his back according to the jade slip.

The tip of the pen gently touched the skin, and a cool feeling emerged. Then it was as if some power merged with his skin. After writing the first character, Changqing's spiritual consciousness clearly felt that the feather, which had been shining with magical light, had dimmed a little.

A certain power from the feathers entered the skin along with the refined spiritual liquid.

After understanding the general idea, Changqing no longer hesitated and continued to carve the special characters on the jade slip.

After engraving ten words, the spiritual liquid in the feather pen ran out, the feather pen turned gray, and then turned into powder, and the essence disappeared!

"Fortunately, Senior Xuanniao gave me dozens of feathers, otherwise it would not be enough."

Changqing repeated the steps of pouring the spiritual liquid into the feathers and then carving with the feathers.

Gradually, Changqing's back was covered with characters and the feather pen was half used.

Changqing did not stop and continued carving on his arm. Soon his arm was full of characters.

Looking at the remaining feathers, Chang Qing hesitated: "Should I carve some characters on my chest as well?"

"Well, this might be more effective!" Chang Qing convinced himself and started carving again. Gradually, the spiritual liquid in the furnace ran out, and the feathers all turned into ashes.