142 Where you fall, there you lie down
The Tianshui Sect occupies the best place in the Tiancheng Spiritual Realm. The sect is rich in spiritual energy and has varied terrain. When the two are combined, special spiritual energy vortices will appear in some places.
Generally speaking, these spiritual energy vortexes will not appear in places where people often walk.
The sect is too lazy to deal with these.
These spiritual energy vortices usually have good attack power and can be used as natural opponents to hone disciples and help them practice.
There is such a spiritual vortex below the cliff where the civet cat is hanging.
The civet cat is a relatively common low-level monster in the Tiancheng spiritual world, and usually only has the cultivation level of Qi Refining.
This little civet cat is disabled and has only reached the first level of Qi Refining.
The spiritual energy that was swept up by the vortex scattered in all directions like flying blades, almost cutting off the little civet cat's tail several times, scaring it so much that all the hair on its body stood up.
Normally, the spiritual energy vortex that stirs up a storm would not fly that high, otherwise there would be no vines able to grow above the cliff.
But occasionally, a vortex of spiritual energy would splash out and cut off the vines above.
Unfortunately, the little civet encountered such a situation.
A sharp spiritual energy flew up from below, directly brushing against the body of the little civet cat and cutting off the vine it was holding.
"Meow!!!"
Without support, the little civet screamed and fell downward in terror.
However, it was not cut into pieces by the sharp spiritual energy vortex below, but fell into a small warm embrace.
Jiang Xin caught the little civet in time and gently rubbed its furry head: "Are you okay?"
The little civet was frightened and instinctively stretched out its claws to hook Jiang Xin, the only fixed object in front of it.
However, the grade of Jiang Xin's robes was too high for the little civet cat's claws to pierce through, and it had no way of hooking her. It could only use its hands and feet to hold Jiang Xin's arms and tremble.
"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine." Jiang Xin hugged the little civet and comforted it repeatedly, but the little guy couldn't calm down.
Even Xiu Gou felt the shiver and said with disgust: "Xinxin, what do you want such a useless thing for? Just throw it away."
After the dog owner had two Qiongqi, its status plummeted, and it could not stand another useless cat sharing its owner's love and affection.
When the little civet cat heard this, it became even more frightened and looked at Jiang Xin pitifully.
"Be good, be good. Don't be afraid. I'll take you upstairs." Jiang Xin rubbed its head and comforted it, signaling the dog to fly up the mountain.
Xiu Gou glared at the little civet in dissatisfaction, but did not dare to disobey and flew to the cliff with Jiang Xin.
This mountain belongs to Jiang Yunfeng. Looking around, you can see lush green forests and the scenery is so beautiful that it seems like a deserted forest.
Jiang Xin jumped off Xiu Gou's back and walked forward holding the little civet cat.
She had only taken two steps when Xiu Gou suddenly bit her collar from behind, preventing Jiang Xin from moving forward.
The sound of teeth grinding was heard, and Xiu Gou stared at the man-sized weeds in front of him without blinking.
There was a strange movement in the weeds, and the lush green weeds were pushed aside, revealing the figure of a young man.
The young man was dressed simply. His light green clothes had inconspicuous dark patterns shining under the sunlight, and it was obvious that they were high-level robes.
He was about the same height as Chu Linfeng, but his figure was obviously much thinner than Chu Linfeng.
There are silk threads of varying thickness wrapped around the fingers. These threads are full of spiritual energy. One end is tied between the fingers, and the other end disappears into the void.
The most obvious thing is that the boy is wearing a wooden mask that covers his entire face.
The mask is crudely made and is just an ordinary item without any spiritual power.
Moreover, this mask does not fit the face shape. It simply has two holes drilled at the corresponding places of the eyes for easy vision, as if the owner of the mask hastily made it by breaking off a piece of bark and wearing it on his face before going out.
The other party didn't expect there was someone here, and was frightened. He instinctively retreated and hid in the weeds.
"Meow!" The little civet let out a surprised cry, jumped out of Jiang Xin's arms, and without caring about the injury on its hind legs, limped quickly into the weeds.
Xiugou wagged his tail happily and immediately started to talk: "Xinxin, you see, wild cats are unreliable. You saved it, but it doesn't know how to be grateful. Unlike me, I just feel sorry for you."
After saying that, it rubbed Jiang Xin with its pitch-black head in a flattering manner.
At this moment, the weeds that had originally been relatively quiet were pushed aside again, and a simple-shaped puppet walked out from it.
This puppet is made purely of square wooden blocks, which fits everyone's stereotype of puppets very well.
But it moves freely, like a living creature, and has the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage.
The puppet's wooden face lowered its head to look at Xiu Gou, then lowered it even lower to look at Jiang Xin, and bowed to her with its fists clasped.
Then the puppet bent down and spread his hands in front of Jiang Xin.
In the palm made of wooden blocks, there lies a delicate and small puppet, which looks exactly like the little civet cat.
Jiang Xin picked it up and looked at it, then asked in a baby voice, "Is this for me?"
The puppet nodded.
Jiang Xin was so happy: "Thank you, Fourth Brother!"
The puppet, who was about to straighten up, was stunned, as if shocked.
There was a noise in the weeds, and the masked boy holding the little civet cat pushed the weeds aside.
Through the two rough holes on the mask, ripples appeared in the boy's dark eyes.
He met Jiang Xin's clear gaze and subconsciously covered his face.
Because of the overreaction, the back of his hand touched the bark mask on his face, directly breaking the thin layer of bark mask and revealing the real face behind the mask.
It was a disfigured face.
The flesh on the boy's face, which should have been smooth, was bulging along the long scar, as if a sharp, serrated blade had cut his flesh from the inside and turned it outward.
The wounds have scabbed over, leaving scars of varying ages.
The hideous wounds were all over his face and even spread to his neck.
At first glance, on this face that was not intact at all, you could vaguely see something moving under the skin.
This young man is Jiang Xin’s fourth senior brother—Zhao Shi.
Wow, this person is uglier than me!
Just this quick glance made Xiu Gou feel a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart.
The mask broke, and the boy immediately turned around and hid in the weeds like a frightened little animal.
Jiang Xin quickly chased after him: "Fourth Senior Brother, don't leave! I am Xinxin, I was born!"
The weeds were as tall as three ginger hearts. She had only taken a few steps in there when she was tripped by the extremely tough weeds and fell to the ground.
"Ouch!" Jiang Xin screamed and fell on a thick pile of weeds, but it didn't hurt much.
She was just a little discouraged. She didn't expect that Fourth Senior Brother would run away as soon as he saw her.
Where you fall, there you lie down.
Jiang Xin was lying on a pile of weeds, feeling angry, when suddenly her body felt lighter and she was picked up by someone.
She turned her head and saw that the puppet who had just given her the kitten doll instead of Zhao Shi picked her up and placed her steadily on the ground.
There are fine silk threads on the puppet that are difficult for ordinary people to detect. It is immersed in the weeds and it is obvious that it is being driven by someone.
Jiang Xin's chubby look suddenly disappeared, and she happily rushed over to hug the puppet, smiling very happily: "Fourth Senior Brother is so nice."
Zhao Shi is a puppeteer. This wooden puppet is the first puppet he made personally and has the deepest bond with him.
He shared senses with the puppet, and the tightness of Jiang Xin's embrace on his calves made Zhao Shi at a loss for a moment.
He held the little civet in one hand and turned away blankly.
The pale and thin fingers moved slightly, pulling the invisible puppet thread to peel open a gap in the lush weeds, and Jiang Xin who was holding the puppet was seen.
A short little girl, only as tall as the puppet's knees, but her face was full of smiles.
As if noticing his gaze, Jiang Xin turned her head.
Zhao Shi was startled and immediately cut the taut silk thread between his fingers.
Without the obstruction of the puppet line, the weeds that were pushed aside bounced back one after another.
The grass rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound, shaking back and forth, which made Zhaoshi even more nervous.
Suddenly, amid the rustling sounds that gradually subsided, he heard a soft, baby-like voice.
[Fourth Brother is such a soft-hearted and gentle person. 】
[You are just too kind, which is totally unlike the style of our Tianshui Sect. 】
This is the voice of Junior Sister.
But through the puppet's vision, Zhao Shi could clearly see that Jiang Xin did not open his mouth.
So how did he hear this sound?
Could it be that my junior sister has also been ambushed?
Zhaoshi's heart instantly rose to his throat.
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