He left the seemingly five or six-year-old Xiao Shuanghuang to the real child Ge Gen to play with, and Ji Mo Fan walked past the two people who were staring at each other at the door, walked to the table and sat down, waving his hand to spread a bunch of odds and ends on the table.
"Young master, are you taking these things to disguise yourself?" Shuanghuang had been watching Ji Mofan buy things, and now that he saw him laying them out on the table, she immediately understood half of what was going on.
"Disguise? Master, why do you want to change your appearance?" Ge Gen was wrestled away from Shuang Huang's grasp. He looked a little aggrieved, but in the end, he did not show any negative emotions to Ji Mo Fan.
How can you blame Master for picking up other children? It's all because he himself wasn't hardworking or strong enough.
His cultivation level was only at the early stage of Qi Refining, and he hadn't even learned how to control a sword yet. His master couldn't take him with him when he went out to explore, and had to waste spiritual energy to create a protective array for him.
Now he can't even lift a child who is half his age and not even as tall as his chest; the child struggles a couple of times and then slips out of his grasp.
So weak, you can't afford not to try.
"Silly, of course it's because the little master is too good-looking, and it's too easy for people to recognize him when he goes out." Although Shuanghuang has not spent a long time in the outside world, he has actually lived for thousands of years, and his mind works faster than Gegen, who is a real child.
"As the chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, young master cannot easily visit other sects, otherwise he may be mistaken for having ulterior motives."
"Moreover, his appearance is too well-known in the cultivation world, so if he wants to operate covertly, he cannot use his real face."
Ge Gen nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
I understand, but not completely.
Ji Mofan paused slightly as he fiddled with the little gadget in his hand.
"How do you know I'm very well-known in the cultivation world?" He turned to look at Shuanghuang.
The Secret Realm of Obscurity was last opened a hundred years ago, and at that time, Ji Mo Fan was still nowhere to be found.
His fame began three years ago at the Dao Asking Conference. After Shuanghuang was brought out of the secret realm, it was kept in his Qiankun bag. It was one thing to know that he was the chief of Yuncang Sword Sect, but how did he have the opportunity to learn about these things in the martial world?
As a result, Shuanghuang actually showed a slightly bewildered expression in front of Jimo Fan.
"Actually, I don't know." He spread his little hands. "But since you started avoiding encountering cultivators, it means that most people in the cultivation world should know you. Otherwise, you wouldn't need to be so careful and vigilant."
Ji Mofan was momentarily speechless at his matter-of-fact words.
He never expected to receive such an answer.
Frostlight was actually based entirely on guesswork.
It's no wonder he was surprised. Most crafted artifacts lack intelligence. While puppets are relatively rare examples of beings with autonomous abilities, most of them simply obey orders, have low intelligence, and are inflexible.
But Shuanghuang is not only as agile as a living person in action, but also has no weaker thinking ability.
Is it because of Lu Tong's weapon-refining talent? Or is it because his true form is Ice Lotus Flame?
Ji Mofan didn't take the matter too seriously. Although Shuanghuang was intelligent, she never showed him any malice.
Otherwise, he should have disguised himself more like an ordinary puppet.
Moreover, this weapon-forging puppet containing the fire seed is sturdy but lacks offensive capabilities. Even if it harbors some malicious intentions, it poses no threat to Ji Mofan.
*
Qianhelou welcomed several new visitors today.
An old man, very old, led two children, one big and one small, to their mountain gate, specifically asking for a disciple of the Thousand Crane Tower named Yu Wen.
When Yu Wen heard that someone had come looking for him, he was completely bewildered. When he arrived at the gate and saw the person, he frowned in confusion.
"Grandpa, do you recognize me?" He scratched the back of his head.
"Young friend Yu, do you still remember what happened in the Misty Secret Realm?" The old man—who was actually Ji Mo Fan in disguise—raised his hand and stroked his long beard, making a lifelike gesture as if he were a real old man in his seventies or eighties.
In fact, there are not many old men around Ji Mofan. After cultivators enter the Foundation Establishment stage, their lifespan will be extended, so most of them will look like they are in their twenties or thirties.
However, the former sect leader of Yuncang Sword Sect was a rare exception.
His talent was not weak, otherwise he would not have been able to sit in the position of sect leader, but after achieving great success in cultivation, he let his appearance wither and decay.
Ji Mofan's current behavior is a direct copy of his.
Yu Wen was stunned for a few seconds, then glanced at Ji Mofan's cloud-blue robe and a knowing look flashed in his eyes, "Are you a friend of Ji Mofan, the chief disciple of Yun Cang Sword Sect?"
In fact, Ji Mofan did not deliberately hide his identity. He just pinched his face again and lowered his voice slightly when he spoke. He thought that if he explained things to this extent, Yu Wen would be able to guess that he had come in disguise.
Unexpectedly, the other party still misunderstood him.
However, this point is not important in the end. Anyway, his purpose in this trip is to find out why the Thousand Crane Sect suddenly disappeared a few months later in his previous life, and why Yu Wen became a member of the demonic path.
Ji Mo Fan neither answered nor answered his question. "I have heard that young friend Yu has a friend who was injured by lightning tribulation. I am but a humble healer. May I have the honor of seeing him?"
Yu Wen hesitated slightly.
“It’s not that I’m trying to make things difficult for you, sir,” he said with a troubled tone, “but the injured one doesn’t want to see anyone. Apart from his daily medication, nothing else can be delivered to his room.”
People who have fasted naturally do not need to eat. In fact, whether they take their medicine every day depends on their mood at the time.
Ji Mofan frowned slightly. "How can an injured person avoid seeking medical treatment? How did you determine his injuries and prescribe medicine for him in the first place?"
“Except for the initial period when he was in a coma, when we hired a doctor to examine his pulse, he examined himself afterward,” Yu Wen said. “He also has some medical knowledge.”
"It's because his appearance was damaged during his tribulation, and his cultivation level also dropped significantly, making him less capable than before. That's why he locked himself in his room and refused to go out and see anyone."
Ji Mo Fan pondered for a moment.
“I do have a method that allows me to diagnose patients without entering the room,” he said. “It’s called ‘Suspended Pulse Diagnosis’.”
Yu Wen looked the old man up and down.
It wasn't that he didn't trust the old man who suddenly appeared. After all, the other party could talk about his connection with Ji Mofan in the Misty Secret Realm, so he must have come to Qianhe Sect on Ji Mofan's behalf.
Ji Mo Fan is a trustworthy person.
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