Xu Guan, who lay down on the bed, struggled to get up by himself after saying the sentence 'come in', and wanted to sit upright, but the raccoon dog next to him saw it, sighed lightly, walked over and leaned into bed, and helped him to sit down.

Xu Guan still had some residual alcohol that was not cleared, he raised his arm, shook his body and straightened himself, thanked him and said, "I'm sorry." When people come to ask for advice on a starry night, it's always hard to turn them away. ”

"I know. Tanuki replied faintly.

"Or, you and the two old slave gentlemen go to the next room to rest, and you can talk to them at night. Xu Guan was a little embarrassed.

"Out of the way. The raccoon got out of bed and sat back down on the floor, oblivious to the chattering men who came in.

The reaction of the two old slaves and the raccoon dog was the same, and they did not pay any attention to these shamans. A few shamans also saw it, so they didn't come to the three of them to make fun of themselves, and walked straight to the bedside.

They first performed a shamanic ritual for honorable people to Xu Guan, who was sitting on the bed, and then knelt in front of Xu Guan's window, half-tilting their necks to talk to Xu Guan.

Xu Guan sat on the bed a little weakly, his head was heavy and drowsy, and he insisted on fighting his spirits and looked at the five shamans who were kneeling in front of his bed.

The costumes of these five people still follow the style of shamanic tradition, especially the colorful feathers on the top of their heads, which make people know that this is a shaman at a glance.

After the five people sat down, before they could speak, Xu Guan spoke first: "I just heard a few gentlemen say outside the door that they want to know about the techniques of the Central Plains. I don't know what you think is the Central Plains technique. ”

"What kind of technique is the Central Plains technique?" After hearing this question, the five people looked at each other, how could they possibly know? Otherwise, they would not have come to ask in the middle of the night, halfway through drinking.

After Xu Guan finished asking, seeing the reaction of these five people, he suddenly realized that the question he asked was a little vague, so he explained: "There are many kinds of techniques in the Central Plains, if you want to explain them one by one, even if you summarize them roughly, I am afraid that you will not be able to finish talking about dawn." ”

When the five of them heard this, the expressions on their faces became even more exaggerated. There is only a group of shamans in the grassland who have different arts, and the spells they practice are the same. None of them had ever left the grassland to set foot in the Central Plains, so at first they thought that the Central Plains was the same as the grassland, with only one unified technique.

"We just want to know about the magic like the ancestors of Wujiang. Mr. Xu, can you tell us about it?" one of the older shamans, with a face full of stubble, asked the other four companions while they were still a little hesitant.

"Wujiang like that?" Xu Guan was a little surprised when he heard this: "The whole clan here is the descendants of Wujiang, if you want to know, just ask them directly?"

The stubble-covered shaman smiled bitterly, "You don't know yet. The ancestors of Wujiang did not pass on his magic until he died. ”

"yes. A relatively thin man next to him echoed, and he pointed to himself and the two people next to him: "The three of us are all descendants of the ancestors of Wujiang, but unfortunately, there is no ancestral magic left in our clan at all." ”

"Why is that?" Xu Guan was puzzled. The raccoon dog and the two old slaves who were meditating with their eyes closed by the charcoal basin on the side heard it, and they were also a little strange, it turned out that the whole clan surnamed Wu here didn't know the magic of the Lich Clan?

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Halfway up the mountain, the night wind was quite cold, and it was blowing incessantly, and the dust on the tombstones and gravestones was blown clean.

Wu Yan stood in front of Wujiang's tombstone, letting the night wind blow her clothes and move her hair, her body stood steady like a rock, her eyes were like water, and her face was looking at Wujiang's tombstone calmly.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind her, and she turned her head to look, and it turned out to be Wu Suomu climbing up.

This mountain is not high, under normal circumstances, ordinary people climb to the top of the peak is three or four hours, for Wu Yan, it is easier to reach this halfway of the mountain with the power of witchcraft, but Wu Suomu was anxious to climb up quickly, followed behind the master, and climbed without sparing, causing him to be out of breath when he came to the halfway up the mountain.

The first thing Wu Suomu did after standing on this small platform was to put his hands on his thighs, bending over and panting heavily, the cold air was violently sucked into his stomach, and at the same time, a large amount of white hot air was spewed out from his mouth and nose.

Wu Yan felt a little strange, in fact, this question had already existed in her mind half a day ago: although when they first met, this Wu Suomu had shown some strength beyond ordinary people when they fought with Tanuki, but they were still very weak, and they were still much worse than ordinary cultivators. She knew quite well the strength of her old subordinates from 400 years ago. Before Wu Jiang died, he should have the strength of the peak of the three-rank witch, even if it is not at the peak, it will not be too bad. If Wu Suomu cultivated according to Wu Jiang's spells, he would not have fallen to the level of even the ordinary level of a cultivator.

Furthermore, there is a bigger question, Wu Yan did not perceive the magic power from Wu Suomu's body, but he did perceive the power of the shaman.

She walked slowly to Wu Suomu's side, put her hand on Wu Suomu's shoulder, and crossed into her own magic power to regulate Wu Suomu's breath.

Wu Suomu was surprised to perceive a force in his body, which was different from the little shamanic power he had, but it was more magical than the shamanic power. This power crossed over his shoulder, but quickly swam around his body and then disappeared, and his breath had been conditioned.

"Thank you hosts. Wu Suomu was about to kneel down excitedly. Wu Yan didn't like the trivial etiquette of kneeling and bowing at every turn, so he used his magic power to 'fix' Wu Suomu here in the air, so that his legs could not be bent down.

"You don't have to kneel at every turn. ”

"However, the rules handed down by our ancestors in Wujiang tell us that if these descendants are lucky enough to meet you, they must not weaken their etiquette. You must be bowed down as if you were a god. ”

"Then you don't have to kneel at every turn. Wu Yan saw that Wu Suomu was still chattering, so he took the first step and asked him: "Why can't I sense a trace of witch power from you, haven't you practiced the magic of the Lich Clan?"

"Witch power, Lich Clan?" Witch Suomu's face was full of confusion, as if he had never heard of these two words.

"You don't know?" Wu Yan felt that something was not right.

"Haven't heard of it. I know the power of shamans, and that's what I'm cultivating. ”

"Do you know what kind of magic your Wujiang ancestors used?" Wu Yan asked him.

"I don't know, no one knows. Wu Suomu shook his head with certainty: "The ancestors of Wujiang have never said it to their children, let alone taught it. Therefore, his son, grandson, great-grandson and others all knew that he was powerful, but they didn't know what kind of technique he cultivated to be so powerful. ”

"Why?" Wu Yan was even more puzzled, Wu Jiang even refused to let his descendants know about any spells he cultivated.

"According to the older generation, the ancestors of Wujiang thought that it was already a great sin for them to stay here and not return to the clan, and it would be even more excessive to teach them the techniques they had learned from the clan without authorization. That's why he thinks he can't divulge his skills. Wu Suomu said this, he suddenly realized something, and said in a tone of sudden realization: "Could it be that the clan that the ancestors of Wujiang said is the Lich clan you just mentioned? His power is witch power?"

"That's right. Wu Yan nodded. And she said, "Didn't he teach his descendants to learn at all?

Wu Suomu shook his head again and again: "No, nothing." It is said that even the shamans of the steppes who came to him in the first place admired his name asked him for the secrets of his power, but he remained silent. In the end, I really couldn't excuse myself, so I simply explained the basic principles of the power I was practicing and the general line of practice. However, he did not say a specific method for his cultivation. Later, no matter how others asked, whether it was a respected shaman or his own biological child, he kept silent. He felt a pity when he thought of this, thinking about how powerful the ancestors of Wujiang were, one-on-one, there were few people on the grassland who could beat him. But he has such a strong technique, but he refuses to teach it.

"I see. Wu Yan nodded, and asked him again: "This seat remembers the shamanic power of shamanism, and it is not something that ordinary people have the opportunity to cultivate. You're not a shaman, how can you have the power of a shaman?"

"This, I still have to thank the ancestors of Wujiang. ”

"What do you say?" Wu Yan wondered.

"After the ancestors of Wujiang introduced the basic principles of their exercises to those shamans who came to seek advice, they also pointed out the disadvantages of the shamans' practices. He also worked with the shamans to improve the shaman's practice. Therefore, as a token of gratitude, the shamans took special care of the descendants of our ancestors in Wujiang, so that we could learn their magic even if we did not join shamanism. ”

"Well, that's something to be done for future generations. "Wu Yan is quite satisfied with what Wu Jiang has done.

It's just that there's really no need to be so harsh. The exercises of the body were not taught to future generations at all. Wujiang is really ruthless. Wu Yan also thought so in his heart.