In the end, the clan leader's house was built by the clansmen who were responsible for its construction.
The magical artifact flickered and instantly returned to its original state.
The group of people, covered in dust and looking miserable, went back home.
Exhausted, they slumped onto six chairs, and the room was completely silent.
But I want to laugh.
"Pfft."
It's unclear who started it, but soon a burst of laughter erupted.
Several people laughed so hard they leaned back in their chairs.
.
The next day.
Song Tingwan got up very early, which was unusual for her.
I originally intended to carry everyone on my back and go find the clan leader.
But to my surprise, as soon as I opened the door, I saw A Yao dressed in a neat and simple outfit, practicing her sword in the open space in front of her.
A dozen or twenty steps away, Wan Qiji was carrying a large rock, practicing his body-building techniques.
As expected of the male and female leads, all they do is fight and get into arguments.
"Why did you get up so early today, sister?"
Song Siyao sheathed his sword and walked towards her with some surprise.
Wanqiji put down the boulder with a thud and looked at the sisters from afar.
She bumped into someone as soon as she stepped out the door. Pretending nothing was wrong, Song Tingwan looked at the garden and said, "It's rare for me to get up early, so I thought I'd take a stroll."
Song Siyao smiled, "Shall I accompany my sister shopping?"
She quickly waved her hand, "How could I delay your sword practice? You continue with Aji, I'll just take a walk by myself."
After saying that, without waiting for her to refuse, he turned around and quickly disappeared from sight.
Watching her older sister's somewhat hurried figure disappear into the distance, Song Siyao stood there suspiciously for a long time.
Wanqiji didn't think that much about it and bent down to lift the boulder again.
The other two doors were tightly closed, remaining quiet and not participating in the commotion in the courtyard.
After greeting people along the way, we finally entered Song Hexi's house.
Song Hexi was somewhat surprised by her arrival, but he still warmly welcomed her inside.
"What brings you here, A-Wan?"
At this time, Song Chaoxuan went up the mountain to feed the spirits, so there shouldn't be any problems.
"I need to trouble Uncle Hexi with something..."
As she spoke, she waved her hand to set up a protective barrier, and a thunderwood box suddenly appeared in her hand.
It was obviously the one that Song Chaoxuan made for her.
Song Hexi anticipated that she had something to say and calmly looked at the wooden box.
The moment the box was opened, spiritual energy surged within the barrier, revealing a single pill placed inside.
The six streaks on the pill were so striking they made one's breath catch in their throat.
Song Hexi was stunned.
His hand trembled as he reached out, but he dared not touch it.
"Nine, Grade Nine Pill—"
...
Inside the barrier, the woman's unhurried voice and Song Hexi's unsteady voice rang out repeatedly.
I don't know what agreement was reached.
After waiting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Song Tingwan left, leaving Song Hexi alone, who happily and carefully put away the items.
Then I couldn't help but sigh.
Song Chaoxuan's life is truly blessed.
Taking advantage of her rare free time, Song Tingwan started from the clan leader's house and toured the entire Yunyin area.
They also sent out quite a few pills.
She was greeted warmly along the way, and Uncle Zhu from the jewelry shop praised the white magnolia hairpin she wore last time.
"That hairpin is truly miraculous. You must take it out if you encounter danger; it can save your life," Uncle Zhu said, holding her hand with unwavering conviction.
No matter how puzzled Song Tingwan was, and the uncles and aunts who were watching kept asking him what kind of miraculous effect it had, he remained silent.
"Whoa—"
"It's definitely just a bluff."
Amidst the commotion from onlookers, Song Tingwan shook her head and smiled at Uncle Zhu, thanking him, "I'll remember, thank you, Uncle."
After the two left the group of people who were making a fuss, Uncle Zhu secretly looked around.
Only after confirming that no one else was around did he let her lean in to listen.
"Take out the white jade hairpin."
Song Tingwan, unaware of the reason, did as instructed despite her confusion.
The pure white magnolia blossoms radiate a soft light.
Uncle Zhu held it in his hand, admiring it for a moment with satisfaction. Then, before she could react, he reached out and chopped off the main body of the hairpin, leaving only the white magnolia flower.
The next instant, he swung it back and threw it at her forehead.
Facing her directly, Song Tingwan's gaze sharpened, and she subconsciously retreated.
But the white magnolia hairpin disappeared into her brow in an instant.
A flash of white light appeared in the shape of the magnolia flower, and the space between his brows was empty, as if nothing had happened.
Song Tingwan looked inward and found nothing unusual.
She didn't have time to think too much, took out her defensive magical artifact, and looked at Uncle Zhu with a puzzled expression.
The old man stood there quietly, looking at her with a loving smile, as the life force in his body slowly faded away.
“Even as a puppet, Uncle Zhu liked to see Awan wearing the hairpins I made.”
"I have completed the mission my master gave me. She has left you a sliver of hope and asked me to convey this message to you—"
"Little Awan, you must survive. Don't be afraid, your mother is waiting for you."
The words fell.
Uncle Bamboo's body disappeared, and his spiritual energy returned to heaven and earth, with a few sections of lush green bamboo falling down with a thud.
Song Tingwan stretched out her hand in a daze, then stopped in mid-air.
She squatted down and silently carried the bamboo sections on her back.
Uncle Bamboo was actually a puppet made of bamboo.
From the time she could remember, Uncle Zhu loved to make all sorts of jewelry for her, from fluffy hair pom-poms to hair combs shaped like rabbit ears.
As she grew up, she wore a hair ornament adorned with white jade hairpins.
Most of them were made by Uncle Zhu.
The elder who always looked at her with such kindness and a smile has simply disappeared.
My heart felt empty, and my eyes stung with tears.
At the same time, those few words from the other person kept echoing in my mind.
Uncle Zhu is Mother's puppet.
To give her a glimmer of hope?
She recalled that fierce battle, and her heart grew heavier.
Song Tingwan carefully picked up all the bamboo and walked towards Uncle Bamboo's shop, looking bewildered.
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