Chang Ling was the same as last time, packed up a burden to hide people's eyes and carried it on his back, and got into the fairy car early the next morning.

The fairy car she was riding in this time was a huge turquoise gourd, and the owner sitting at the front was also an old man with white hair.

Soon she was reconciled with the couple at the agreed place.

This husband and wife, to be precise, should be a Taoist couple, both from the family of cultivating immortals in Changzhou, and they are the sons of the family who can't get any resources and are worried about being assassinated by the family, so they came to Qingzhou to develop.

The man's name is Chang Yu, and the woman's name is Chang Xin.

The moment they heard Chang Ling's name, their tone became a lot closer, Chang's surname is the first surname in Changzhou, and they may not be distant relatives or something.

Chang Ling was quite embarrassed, but he didn't deny that Chang Xin had already called her sister affectionately.

The three of them are all cultivators under the Concentration Realm, and the adult green sleeping birds are all fierce beasts under the Enlightenment Realm, with a gentle temperament and are not good at attacking, and the tricky thing is that they are born in groups.

Although their task was only to collect the Tail Feathers without having to take their lives, Chang Ling couldn't think of a way to obtain the Tail Feathers without taking their lives.

Chang Ling Jianxiu's identity made the two of them compliment.

There is a saying in the Tianxuan Continent that 'sword cultivation at the same level is invincible, and there is still the power to fight when you cross the ranks.' ’

Corresponding to this is the scarcity of the number of sword cultivators and the difficulty of cultivation.

The Canglan Sword Sect has the rarest number of disciples among the nine major sects, and apart from the Canglan Sword Sect, there are almost no systematic sword cultivators on the continent.

It is extremely difficult to find some secrets from the corpses of predecessors, and it is extremely difficult to achieve self-study.

For the young man who claims to be a sword cultivator, Chang Yu and Chang Xin naturally have a skeptical attitude, and it is always right to praise a good relationship first.

The habitat of the sleeping bird is not far from Qingzhou, and the three of them have been on the road for a whole day, and finally came to the place where the sleeping bird roosts when night falls.

Adult sleeping birds can grow one tail feather every 100 years, and can grow up to nine tail feathers, and they are also a rare beast with a lifespan of only about 1,000 years.

A group of sleeping birds, ranging from dozens to hundreds, rushed up together, and Chang Ling and the three of them must be unbearable.

So their strategy was to gather around the flock of sleeping birds, see if there were any ones a little further away from the larger group, and then wait for the opportunity to move.

Chang Yu's major technique seemed to be wood-based, and his slender fingers drew a few times in the air, and three crowns made of emerald green using soft branches appeared in her hand.

A few people dressed up and cautiously walked into the woods next to them.

Chang Ling was lucky, and after lying on the branch for about a quarter of an hour, a sleeping bird with a long tail feather swaggered over.

Looking at this sleeping bird up close, Chang Ling's breathing became a little shorter, she had never seen such a beautiful bird.

In particular, the deep emerald tail feather that dragged behind him shone brightly in the sunlight.

The leisurely sleeping bird is still walking forward, looking down from time to time to peck at its pretty feathers.

When it walked under the tree where Chang Ling was, Chang Ling jumped down lightly, and a forbidden word charm was attached to the sleeping bird's body.

The beautiful big bird's beak tried to open it, but it couldn't make a sound.

It flicked its wings, and several wind blades struck towards Chang Ling.

Naturally, they were all lightly dodged by Chang Ling, and the Chixiao Sword rose in the air, directly against the slender neck of the sleeping bird.

Chang Ling moved closer to it and sighed softly.

She didn't want to take its life.

The tail feather of the sleeping bird is only a decoration for them, and it will not hurt to pull it out.

Chang Ling pulled off the three tail feathers of this sleeping bird quite neatly, and as the tail feathers fell off, its beautiful eyes seemed to be full of tears.

Chang Ling's footsteps paused as she walked forward, and she took out a lower-grade spirit stone and placed it in front of the sleeping bird.

The water in the eyes of the sleeping bird was suddenly filled with unconcealable joy, and it even moved its body that had lost its tail feather rather awkwardly, and rubbed it close to Chang Ling's feet.

In the three states occupied by demons, for some reason, there is no spirit stone vein, and it is precisely for this reason that the monks of a long time ago generously assigned Lingzhou, Erzhou and Youzhou to them after several battles with demons.

For the vast majority of fierce beasts, if they don't rely on external forces to cultivate, they can barely advance a few times by relying on the power of their own bloodline.

The thin bloodline of the Blue Sleeping Bird, which was inherited from the ancient divine beast Blue Bird, could enable them to advance to the early stage of the Enlightenment Realm, and if they wanted to make any further progress, they needed to absorb the spiritual energy from the spirit stone like a monk.

There are countless weak demon beasts like the Qingmian Bird in Lingzhou, and most of their fate is to be killed by the monks of Qingzhou.

The Sleeping Bird is as intelligent as a child, and most of its actions are still based on instinct.

was plucked out of the tail feather before, but it was difficult for him to walk and fly by himself, and he was no longer the most beautiful of his companions.

And now, it also felt a strong longing for the crystal stone in front of it.

If it weren't for the gag charm still on it, it would have made a triumphant and pleasant chirp.

Looking at the little guy who was constantly rubbing the corners of his robe, the smile on the corner of Chang Ling's mouth couldn't hide it.

She bent down and tentatively touched the beautiful back of the sleeping bird, the soft fluff was not too good to the touch!

"Chirp!" suddenly came a rapid chirp not far away.

Chang Yu's anxious voice came: "Chang Ling, run!"

He pulled Chang Xin and hurried forward, and behind them were groups of beautiful creatures with emerald green wings.

Countless currents of air twisted towards them.

I don't know how they provoked this large group of sleeping birds all of a sudden, but with Chang Yu's shout, Chang Ling's position was also exposed in front of this group of birds.

Chang Ling scolded secretly, Chixiao Sword Ling was in mid-air, and before she could jump up, the sleeping bird next to her suddenly pecked her calf fiercely.

She didn't stand still, barely steadied herself, and a dozen large dark emerald birds were already hovering above her.

Chang Ling exhaled and clenched the Chixiao Sword.

The expected attack didn't happen, and the sleeping bird next to her chirped incessantly, as if talking to the other sleeping birds.

It also lifted the spirit stone with considerable effort, and then hurriedly wrapped its wings around the shiny stone.

Immediately, another beautiful sleeping bird slowly fell to the ground, tentatively approached Chang Ling, and then turned around and shook its beautiful tail feather at Chang Ling continuously.