Chapter Ninety-Three: The Talking Puppet

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"This is my mother's handkerchief, there is a bird on it, you are a member of the Flying Feather Sect, maybe you know, you can help me see, what kind of bird is this bird." Fang Xiaowu handed the silk scarf to the flying feather boy.

The flying feather boy took the silk scarf, looked at it in his hand for a while, and searched all the memories in his mind, but when he looked at it, he couldn't recognize what kind of bird the silk scarf was, and he was secretly surprised.

Fang Xiaowu saw that he didn't make a sound for a long time, and he looked confused, without asking him, he knew that he didn't even know him, an old guy, so he could only sigh in his heart.

"I don't know. Feiyu Boy shook his head, returned the silk scarf to Fang Xiaowu, and asked casually, "Since it's your mother's thing, didn't she tell you?"

"Nope. Fang Xiaowu said: "Her old man has passed away. ā€

"I see. Although Feiyu Boy looked like a boy, at this moment, his face showed a look of comfort like an old man, and said: "Fang Xiaowu, it seems that Lingtang belongs to the category of dying young, you are mourning and changing." ā€

"I'm fine, my mother has been dead for several years, and I've had the saddest time. Fang Xiaowu smiled, but he was thinking in his heart: "Fang Xiaoyi, that guy scolded Uncle Waste Wood for being a wild seed, I don't know if there are other reasons for this, although I am not Uncle Waste Wood, but if I have the opportunity in the future, I will help Uncle Waste Wood to check the details, if I really find out something that is not known to outsiders, it may solve the mystery of the wooden sword." ā€

"Are you really alright?" asked the Flying Feather Boy.

"It's really okay. Fang Xiaowu shrugged his shoulders and put away the handkerchief.

"Since it's all right, let's move on. In addition to the cold sword, let's also take a look at the last cold man. ā€

"Good. ā€

The two moved on.

Suddenly, the two walked to the vicinity of a sword floating in the air, only to see that this cold sword was about one meter long, and the whole body was not only full of cold air, but also revealed a trace of mystery, and the sword body was engraved with runes one after another.

Fang Xiaowu looked left and right, and couldn't understand what these runes meant, anyway, they were quite mysterious.

"The origin of this cold sword is even more difficult. The Flying Feather Boy introduced: "This sword was originally called Xuanying, and it was originally one of the six divine swords of the martial arts family in Xuanwu City. Eight hundred years ago, a master of the martial arts family relied on his own strength and delusionally wanted to compete with a master of the Flying Feather Sect, but he not only lost his life, but also lost the Xuanying Sword. This matter is a highly secret matter, and even the people of the martial family don't know about it, so you must not tell it in the future, lest the people of the martial family find the Flying Feather Sect. ā€

Fang Xiaowu smiled: "Of course I won't say it. ā€

After that, the two came to the vicinity of the cold man.

Before Fang Xiaowu saw Han Ren, he thought that no matter how realistic Han Ren was, it was just a puppet, and he could see the difference between it and people at a glance.

However, after he saw the cold man, he understood why Lu Yu was called a wonderful hand.

This "cold puppet" is so realistic that he is not afraid to say an exaggerated word, even if he stands an inch away from it, he can't tell that it is actually a puppet. If Fang Xiaowu hadn't been mentally prepared a long time ago, he wouldn't have believed that this cold man was a puppet, but a living human body.

Hanren sat cross-legged on the ground, saw someone approaching, and actually opened his eyes and looked at it.

"It turned out to be you. "The cold man not only moves, but also speaks.

Because Fang Xiaowu was not mentally prepared in advance, he was immediately taken aback.

"You...... How can you speak?" Fang Xiaowu said.

"Why can't I speak?" said Hanren, no different from an ordinary person except for a slightly monotonous tone.

"Aren't you a puppet?" Fang Xiaowu said in surprise.

"I'm a puppet, but I'm not an ordinary puppet, my master is Master Lu Yulu. Speaking of this, Han Ren turned his neck slightly like a human, looked at the Flying Feather Boy, and said, "How did you think about the incident I told you last time?"

"Not very good. ā€

"Don't you really want to get the Cold Nest, as long as you help me get the thing on my back, I'll help you get it. ā€

"No way. ā€

"Why is it impossible?" Han Ren said in a flat tone, "Haven't you already been expelled from the Flying Feather Sect?" even if you take away the things behind me, you are not a sinner of the Flying Feather Sect. ā€

Feiyu Tongzi Zhengse said: "I am indeed no longer a disciple of the Flying Feather Sect, but the thing behind you was personally pasted by Patriarch Lu, if I take it off, if I see Patriarch Lu in the future, how will I face him?"

Han Ren sneered, "If you continue to cultivate like this, do you still want to become an immortal one day? That's a delusion." ā€

The Flying Feather Boy snorted and said, "Even if you can't become an immortal, I won't take the thing behind you." ā€

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu couldn't help but ask, "Old boy, what is that thing you are talking about?"

"It's a spirit rune, a spirit rune that can restrict the movement of the cold people. Feiyu Boy said: "After the Han people were trapped here, they were ferocious, and Patriarch Lu put a talisman on it, even if it got out of trouble in the future, it couldn't stay away from here." If you look closely around it, there is a circle of spiritual light. ā€

Without being reminded by the flying feather boy, Fang Xiaowu really hadn't paid attention to the situation on the ground.

After he stared at it carefully, he saw a faint circle of light around the cold man, which was almost invisible to the naked eye, and exclaimed, "There really is." ā€

"That's right, as long as the cold man walks a mile away, this aura will shine brightly, making it painful. ā€

"So, isn't it going to be stuck here forever?"

"It's not, Patriarch Lu said back then, if the Han people kill the fierce energy, the spirit rune behind it will automatically disappear, or it meets a new owner, and the new master uncovers the spirit rune behind it, and it can be free. ā€

"What do you have to do to be its new owner?"

"I don't know much about this, but since Patriarch Lu said so back then, there must be a certain reason. ā€

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu thought for a while, and said to Han Dao with a smile: "Hey, if I help you remove the spirit rune behind you, are you willing to call me master?"

Han said: "I don't want to. ā€

Fang Xiaowu asked, "Why?"

Han Ren said simply and rudely: "You are not worthy." ā€

Fang Xiaowu was stunned and said, "I'm not worthy?"

Hanren said with a sneer: "Of course you don't deserve it." My master is at least a martial saint, he can, you can't. ā€

Fang Xiaowu laughed angrily, pursed his lips, and said, "I originally wanted to save you, but since you look down on me, I don't bother to pay attention to you, so let you stay here until the day you disappear." ā€