"Master, I've finally found you."
"Master, are you alright?"
"Master, what's wrong...?"
Liang Si rubbed her eyes.
Uncertain, very uncertain, extremely uncertain.
The person standing in front of him looked exactly like his master, but something just didn't feel right.
He wasn't the only one who thought this way; his junior brothers and sisters also shared this view.
“Master…” Wang Xi looked ahead uncertainly, squeezing out two clear tears, “Master, is that you! Please save me, my eldest brother has gone mad.”
Liang Si: ...
"Oh." Wen Jingge brushed the feathers off her face.
They didn't care at all whether they lived or died.
Anyone can go crazy, but Liang Si can't. He will always be my warm and caring little cotton-padded jacket.
Under the sunlight, the girl lay across the tree trunk, a gentle breeze blowing, her sleeves fluttering, exuding a sense of carefree ease.
The girl, holding a feather in her hand, turned her face to the crowd, her eyes fixed on the distance, her cool face seemingly bathed in a sacred light.
Feathers covered the black clothes.
It was so black and shiny that it shone like a rainbow in the sunlight.
The shimmering, iridescent black is a kaleidoscope of colors.
It is both elegant and practical, showcasing understated luxury.
However, the next action completely ruined the beauty of this artistic conception.
Upon seeing that the visitor was her disciple, the girl glanced sideways, the coldness in her eyes vanished, and she resumed her carefree smile, rambling on like a complete fool.
She ruffled the feathers on her head and, in front of her dumbfounded disciples, stuffed them all into her storage bag. After jumping down from the tree trunk, she put her hand on her disciple's shoulder in a friendly manner and asked, "Sisi, am I clean now?"
"It's all clean now." Liang Si seemed to have just come back to her senses. After hesitating for a moment, she patiently helped Wen Jinge remove the fine downy hairs from her head and put them in a storage bag.
It has to be said that Wen Jingge's frugality was something he learned perfectly.
Carrying a storage bag with him to hold all sorts of odds and ends has become one of the great pleasures of his life.
"Master, where is that golden crow?"
He had never seen the Golden Crow, only read descriptions of it in ancient texts, and knew some of its habits, nothing more.
However, these feathers look like those of a golden crow.
When the telepathic message was sent earlier, Master must have been engaged in a fierce battle with the Golden Crow!
"I don't know." Wen Jingge really didn't know. She was rummaging through the stew pot when she had no idea that the golden crow could still run away even after its feathers were plucked.
If she had known, she should have just broken the neck of the chicken like she would when killing it, so she could have had black chicken soup.
If even ordinary black-boned chicken soup is so nutritious, then the extraordinary kind must also have some of the usual health benefits.
She was so worried!
It's really an eyesore to see a seventy-year-old kid acting cute every day!
"have no idea?"
Liang Si didn't understand what her master meant by shaking his head and sighing, so she could only ask, "How could you not know?"
"It's all gone, so it probably couldn't have gone far."
Liang Si remained silent.
“After all, the hostage taken is your second junior brother, not your eldest senior brother.” Wen Jingge said with a bitter face.
Liang Si remained silent.
Then I heard her muttering, "Your second junior brother is going to be a burden."
Liang Si closed her eyes and stopped speaking.
"It might think it can use your second senior brother to blackmail me and take him back to its lair."
Liang Si thought to herself: Master is becoming more and more unpredictable.
"Then we can go and steal the treasure. Didn't you say that the Golden Crow likes gold, jade and other precious stones, and things with spiritual energy? Let's go and take a good look."
Liang Si took a deep breath. His master was right after all: his master was the purest person in the world!
So pure that they never know how to hide what they want or what they do.
The capture of my second junior brother was probably orchestrated by our master! It was all for the purpose of getting him to the lair!
"By the way, what are you guys doing?" Wen Jingge interrupted his thoughts.
She had seen the group of people long ago, but in order to maintain the aloof image of a master, she had not been willing to ask. However, she did not expect that her own disciples would also be too lazy to answer her questions.
The Green Sand Beast was carrying a large clod of earth, which looked as if it had been cut directly from the ground, since it wasn't stone and the ground was covered in mud and debris. It also looked tired.
Look again at the people on the large clod of earth—three disciples, her people.
More than ten villagers, whom I do not recognize.
These people had their forms frozen in place by the talismans, and it seemed they had also cast a spell to keep their mouths shut.
Apart from Yang Wennan, the other two disciples were sulking and glaring at Liang Si, as if they had suffered a great injustice.
At this moment, Wen Jingge really wanted to put a bag over Yuan Qingling's face; she didn't want to see any expression on that young face.
Looking at Liang Si again, he stood coldly beside her, his eyes filled with her image. However, this time he was also in a dilemma, as if he was thinking about how to explain.
The disciples, all dressed in flying fish robes, glared angrily at each other. Suddenly, some lines popped into her mind, and her eyes changed accordingly.
Three parts indifference, two parts mockery, four parts understanding, and a hint of ruthlessness, as he arrogantly asked, "Usurpation?"
Liang Si: ...
All the carefully prepared language vanished in an instant.
What was he trying to say?
"Yes, yes, that's what Senior Brother thinks." Yuan Qingling looked like a child, speaking in a childish voice, her pleasing face masking unpleasant words.
"Your senior brother won't usurp the throne; he'll just drag me into it." Wen Jingge smiled at Liang Si. "Our Sisi is only thinking about getting to the scriptures as quickly as possible, isn't she?"
"..." Going to the West? Going to the West? Going to the West? Going to what kind of scriptures?
Oh, he understands.
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