A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

Situ Cai'er looked at Qingfeng, then her expression became indifferent, and then she sighed and said, "I can't believe how many generations of my Situ family have waited just to wait for you."

Qingfeng didn't know what he meant, but Situ Cai'er was unwilling to continue this topic.

Lan Kexin, on the other hand, exclaimed: "Mom, isn't that Situ Qiumin my sister, and that old woman should be my grandma? I can't believe that we were still together back then." m.

What? Situ Cai'er was surprised when she heard this and hurriedly asked what was going on.

So Lan Kexin told the story of how she saw the old woman and Situ Qiumin, and the mother and daughter started chatting.

Qingfeng sat there with a wry smile in her heart. She really didn't expect that such a coincidence could happen in the world. It's just that Situ Cai'er didn't tell Lan Kexin about these things at the time. Otherwise, it might have been a different scene.

As night fell, Situ Cai'er prepared a large table of delicious meals, which was extremely sumptuous.

However, Qingfeng didn't have much appetite today. After all, he didn't know whether the totem secret method could control the blood of the true dragon.

Situ Cai'er comforted him a few words, and Tianyang came back at this time. After everyone had dinner, Tianyang took Qingfeng to find the great elder.

What he didn't expect was that the largest room in the village and the one that looked the weirdest to him belonged to the great elder.

Opening the door, the interior of the room was very simple, with almost nothing else except an animal skin spread out in the center of the hall.

There was a person sitting on the animal skin, with his back to them.

Looking further ahead, there is a sacred table with statues of the twelve ancestral witches and a bunch of tablets, so densely packed that you can’t tell how many there are.

The two thick candles on the table were burning continuously, and from time to time a spark would burst out from the center of the fire, which was extremely dazzling.

"You're here, stranger." An old, hoarse voice came from the other side.

Qingfeng just hurriedly bowed: "Disciple Qingfeng pays homage to the high priest."

The figure from behind nodded slightly, then slowly turned around.

An extremely old face, no one knows how many years this person has lived, and the wrinkles on his face are almost piled together.

"Yes." The old man nodded.

Then he said: "Why do you want to learn the art of my clan's totem?"

Qingfeng sighed and told him about the true dragon's blood in his body.

The high priest nodded and asked Qingfeng to sit opposite him. Then he saw him pointing at Qingfeng in the air, and an ethereal line suddenly hung on his wrist.

Then the high priest closed his eyes. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes. The old eyes were not as dim as before, but they were just bright. If not for his face, who would have thought that they were the eyes of an old man.

"I really didn't expect that your body is so rich and colorful, containing so many things. However, the true dragon's blood should be genuine. It's just that the true dragon's blood is unruly and difficult for a mortal like you to control.

Even if I teach you the art of totem, it will be in vain. "

After listening to the words of the high priest, Qingfeng sighed in his heart, thinking that this time it seemed that he had come in vain, but if the totem technique could not be used, what else could he do? Could it be that leaving the Zi Mansion and using secret methods to take it out could not be done.

Thinking about Qingfeng, he knew that this was unrealistic. Once the Zifu was destroyed, his cultivation foundation would also collapse, and there would be no need to talk about cultivating immortals in the future.

Seeing Qingfeng's face turned ugly, the high priest said again: "Although the ordinary totem technique is not good, my clan has a secret technique called Dragon Planting Technique. Maybe you can give it a try."

"What!" Qingfeng's face suddenly showed a look of surprise.

The high priest waved his hand gently, asking him to calm down.

Then he said: "This kind of dragon magic is very mysterious. It requires opening the ancestral witch altar of our clan and practicing it with seven or forty-nine great witches for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. However, its success rate is only half of the number of words." ”

Hearing this, Qingfeng looked at the high priest with a serious face, and then said: "I don't think the high priest would go to war like this for an unrelated person like me."

The high priest smiled slightly and nodded slightly.

"In three days, our clan's ancestor worship ceremony will be held. At that time, I want to use your blood to water the corpse of my ancestor, maybe to revive it."

Qingfeng was surprised, what a crazy idea it was to resurrect the mummy. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Why me? Is it possible that my blood essence is different?"

The high priest nodded: "Of course, for many years we have been looking for a cultivator who is a Taoist and a demon. My ancestor recorded that only the blood of such a person can resurrect my ancestor."

Qingfeng looked at the high priest and smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed that he couldn't leave no matter what. If he didn't agree at this time, he probably wouldn't be able to leave safely.

In this case, he can only agree, and if his dragon blood matter cannot be solved here, there may be no other way in the world.

Thinking of this, he could only sink his boat.

"Is it dangerous?"

The high priest shook his head: "No, when the time comes, you just need to cooperate with me and pour a quarter of your blood on my ancestor's corpse.

At that time, no matter whether the distant ancestor will be resurrected or not, we will perform the dragon cultivation technique for you. You must know that you will not lose. I will also consume a hundred years of skill at that time, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation for you. "

Hearing what the high priest said, Qingfeng nodded slightly, thinking that if it was true, losing some blood essence would be nothing, but he did not expect that his own blood would have such a miraculous effect.

While he was thinking, he heard the high priest say: "However, to perform the dragon planting technique, we need another primer, which is the saliva of the golden sparrow. I wonder if you can get it."

"Golden sparrow, what is that?"

"A super large spiritual bird, it always hovers over our heads, and its figure is everywhere in the wilderness."

Qingfeng nodded, and understood in his heart that perhaps the bird he saw that day should be it.

"Okay, I will set off tomorrow. Whether I can get it or not, I will return on the day of ancestor worship."

The high priest shook his head, stared into his eyes and said: "The matter of ancestor worship is not trivial. You should wait until this matter is over before you go to find the bird."

In the end, the high priest still did not believe Qingfeng, fearing that he would run away halfway.

Qingfeng was speechless, but for the sake of safety, Qingfeng forced the high priest to swear a poisonous oath to open the dragon planting technique for him no matter what.

To his surprise, the high priest swore an oath without hesitation. Qingfeng looked into his eyes and understood that this old monster who had lived for countless years had his own principles and would never fool him.

He just wanted to say something at this time, but he didn't expect the high priest to shake his head at him and tell him not to say anything. He was a little tired. After offering sacrifices to the ancestors, he would naturally answer some of his doubts.