Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 126: No Instrument 3
"Mrs. Huang Sanniang is so cautious, I guess she hasn't been completely controlled yet."

Wei Xi pointed to the wheat field and said, "The wheat in Yizhangyuan doesn't ripen earlier than the wheat down the mountain. Let's go down the mountain and ask the villagers tomorrow. We can probably figure out where she's been."

Wei Xi's words are not entirely without basis.

Huang Sanniang was not from Yizhangyuan. She had been displaced all the way, and she probably didn't run to such a bitter and cold place that was only suitable for cultivating immortals.

Wei Xi boldly speculated that Huang Sanniang must have been attracted here by the ripe wheat recently.

If that's the case, then there should still be traces of her activities in the nearby villages.

There was no better way at the moment, so everyone agreed to gather at the mountain gate at noon and prepare to go down the mountain to look for Huang Sanniang.

When they parted, Wei Xi took the notes written by someone unknown from Qian Liangfeng and said he would do some homework tonight.

Qian Liangfeng was a little hesitant when he let go, but Wei Xi was not polite at all and took the thread-bound notes in his hand with one force.

There was still a small amount of wheat left in the wheat field that had not been harvested, so Zheng and Qian stayed behind to guard it tonight.

Wei Xi didn't care about this at all, since it wasn't his job anyway.

Her regular job is to sweep the gate, and her shameful side job is a hidden task in Richen Pavilion.

Wei Xi put the notebook in his arms, and together with Lian Gou, he carried the exhausted Qin Feng back.

"Can you still go tomorrow like this?" Lian Gouqie asked with concern, still holding the lantern in one hand. "If it really doesn't work, let Wei Xi stay in the yard with you. I'll go with them to catch that Huang Sanniang."

Wei Xi wanted to laugh, but she held it back.

Qin Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Zheng Xing has been so stupid that he's been planting seeds on the ground for ten feet. He screamed and yelled when he ran into Huang Sanniang. Not only can he not figure things out, but he doesn't even have the courage to fight."

"The rice bug is still the same. A loud noise can scare him to death." Perhaps because it was really uncomfortable to inherit the memory, Qin Feng's harshness returned for a limited time.

"These two people are not me and Xiaoxi. If the three of you go tomorrow, it will look like you are all so proud and confident, but in reality, you are only taking care of two children. You have time to take care of the children, and Huang Sanniang has run away to the horizon."

Although this may sound a bit harsh, it is not false if you think about it.

When you compare yourself with others, the good and the bad will become apparent.

Wei and Qin are much better teammates than Zheng and Qian.

Lian Gouqie wisely kept his mouth shut, fearing that the other party would really listen to his foolish words and let him lead the team down the mountain tomorrow.

After all, Wei Xi had one idea after another coming up with evil thoughts in his mind, and Qin Feng was a good fighter. With himself and Gou Xie taking him with him, he was confident that the three of them would be hard to find an opponent.

Qin Feng paused and said, "The things that Master Han gave me are not something that ordinary people can use. I am still weak in the knees."

"But after all, he wasn't hurt. I guess it will be fine after a good night's sleep."

After chatting idly, the three of them returned to the yard before midnight.

After tidying up, Wei Xi wrung out a towel to wipe Qin Feng's face, and sat on the kang to read the tattered notebook.

The folded pages record the author's trip to Nanjiang.

This senior from the Qingcheng Sect is a talisman practitioner who specializes in texture improvement. His hobby is to search for natural textures to use in drawing talismans.

A typical Qingcheng style, with a kind of happiness that goes against the rest of the world.

The notes detailed the senior's trip to Nanjiang to search for a texture that could combine multiple talismans into one.

This senior took the trouble to describe the various beautiful textures of Nanjiang River, and even provided pictures for some of them.

There's only a brief introduction to the Buqi, tucked under a piece of fish scales with a distinctive texture. This half-page reads quickly, and contains little useful information, merely describing what the Buqi is and where it's primarily found.

"...Where did Qian Liangfeng find this book?" Speechless, Wei Xi glanced at the title and continued, "It's just a few sentences, and the rest is about how unique the fish scales he found are."

Qin Feng, who was combing his hair, looked up and said, "There are so many things in Bailu Pavilion. Maybe he went in and searched one by one."

"I do have a problem," Qin Feng said seriously, "If I really find Huang Sanniang tomorrow, what should I do?"

Wei Xi smiled and said, "Of course Zheng Xing has the final say. It's not good to have someone in charge."

"Don't bluff me," Qin Feng nudged Wei Xi's forehead, "You have the final say, don't you?"

"Instead of me guessing and playing along with you later, why don't you tell me now and save me the trouble."

Hearing this, Wei Xi closed the snatched notebook and said, "We don't know what Huang Sanniang's current condition is. We can only steal the wheat, and we can't harm her life."

"It's just that she can't control the parasite in her body, and it would be bad if it hurt someone."

Qin Feng understood the second half of Wei Xi's words: If Huang Sanniang had lost control and hurt someone, she would probably have to be dealt with on the spot.

Qin Feng thought of another level: the villagers are not like cultivators. If Huang Sanniang loses control in the village, she will probably have to be killed on the spot.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng shuddered unconsciously. He had to go down the mountain, not only to protect the villagers, but also to protect Huang Sanniang.

Qin Feng peeked into her memory, and what she saw was not only a weird, twisted and dangerous monster that stole wheat, but also a poor orphan girl.

"Is there any information in the notes on how to remove the parasite?"

Hearing this, Wei Xi reopened the notebook full of "wisdom". "Not at all. There are some 'strange things' that he marked instead."

According to Wei Xi, if a ruthless person who caught more than 30 kinds of main fish in Nanjiang River and observed them one by one really knew this, he would definitely write in great detail about the use and removal methods of magic mushrooms.

Since there were no relevant records, and considering that Huang Sanniang was currently in a state that was neither human nor beast, Wei Xi felt that this matter would be very tricky.

The two people were full of worries. They blew out the lights, fell into their respective beds, and had a messy dream all night.

The next morning, Qin Feng, still at low health, was woken by Wei Xi. The two of them were simmering sweet potatoes by the brazier when Lian Gouqie knocked on the door and came in to share one. The three of them then hurried to the mountain gate.

Zheng and Qian were very positive and could be seen waiting at the sect's gate from a distance.

Wrong, Wei Xi thought, they should let them sweep the floor today.

Now that you're here, do some work before you leave.

Fortunately, autumn came early in Yizhangyuan, and the ground was covered with fallen leaves, so Wei Xi could stay there for a few days.

In a hurry, the five people headed straight for the nearby village.

The Qingcheng Sect had established good relationships with the nearby villages. The last time Wei Xi came here, he asked the village chief to bring back the Rat Catcher General, so he got to know the village chief.

So Wei Xi led people to find the village chief.

When the village chief heard Wei Xi ask if there had been any unusual incidents in the village in recent months, he replied, "During the rush to harvest a while ago, several families with fields next to each other got into a fight, each claiming that the other party had harvested the wrong field."

"The old man asked a few skilled farmhands to take a look, and they all said it didn't look like it was harvested by humans."

Upon hearing this, they knew they had come to the right place.

(End of this chapter)