My apprentice is a little weird?

Chapter 417: Silk Pulling Technique, Swinging Autumn

After she finished speaking, the girl looked up at Jiang Yan. When their eyes met for the first time, Jiang Yan could see the cowardice in her eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to move away.

I think it was her first time to look into other people's eyes like this, so she seemed very uncomfortable, even to the point that her legs became weak and she almost fell down.

Jiang Yan stared at her for a little while longer and then let her go. This was very good. His earnest guidance during this period was worth it. She finally opened her heart and saw Mingzhu.

And after this one example, everything became easier afterwards.

Under Jiang Yan's guidance and care, the little girl gradually spoke more. At the same time, he learned the girl's name and her mother's name, as well as the purpose of their visit and their final disappearance.

The girl's name was Shen Zhixue, a nice name, and her mother's name was Zhenshu, which didn't sound like a common surname in the Lan Dynasty.

The girl was Shen Zhixue. After learning about the past experiences of the mother and daughter, she found that it was exactly as Jiang Yan had guessed.

Although the girl's mother Zhenshu did not reveal the inside story to her, Jiang Yan could guess from just a few words that the person she was trying to avoid must be very powerful.

To the extent that they are afraid of everything, will leave a place after a short period of time, and avoid everyone without any purpose or reason.

It was these many years that shaped Shen Zhixue into this kind of person.

As for why they suddenly came here, it was because they had no source of income after hiding for so many years and were almost starving to death.

After trying to seek help from other sources without success, he had no choice but to bring his daughter to Jingming Mansion.

On the first day she arrived at Jingming Mansion, she brought her daughter Shen Zhixue here. After hiding her in a small courtyard that was about to fall into ruins, she told her daughter to hide there and wait for her to come back.

Then, Jiang Yan's broker arrived, scared the girl away and sold the courtyard to Jiang Yan.

This explains why the girl Shen Zhixue always stays with Jiang Yan and refuses to leave, even if she is discovered, she pretends to "not see me"

Jiang Yan nodded slightly to show that he understood, and a peeled orange slice appeared in his hand and handed it to Shen Zhixue.

The girl stared at the strange petal, and a faint sweet smell came from her nose, and her eyes were wide open.

But she didn't show it. She suppressed her emotions deep in her heart and didn't take the initiative to respond.

Not easily accepting things from others is already a cognition engraved in his bones, so Jiang Yan just tried it briefly and then put it on the table as if throwing it away.

Clap your hands and stand up.

"Okay, I roughly know what you want. Where is the mother of the other world copy, right? I agree. You stay here to help me watch the yard for the next few days, and I will help you find your mother."

Shen Zhixue didn't understand and remained silent. But although she didn't understand why, she could sense what the other party meant, which made her feel inexplicably relieved.

.........

Shen Zhixue cleaned the room out of habit again. At this time, Jiang Yan had disappeared and she was the only one left in the entire courtyard.

The oranges lay quietly on the table.

She tiptoed to the table, looked around carefully for a while, put the half orange in her arms, and then quickly went back into the cabinet.

She huddled inside the dark cabinet, holding the cold object in her hands. She opened her mouth slightly and took a tentative bite. Immediately, a hint of sweetness seeped into her lungs and surged into her heart.

In the darkness that no one can see, a smile blooms, and then slowly falls asleep.

…………

"Not bad, good emotions, strong connection."

Jiang Yan's figure appeared in the courtyard, as if transparent.

All of Shen Zhixue's actions just now fell into his eyes. As for Ao Runji? It must not be bought freshly, but a hybrid variety "Forget Worry Mandarin" cultivated by him in the Ancient Immortal Sect.

Its function is just to recall the past and think of the sweet past when you are free. It can make you forget your worries and increase your happiness.

Also cultivated together with it are the Yimeng orange, Tongxin orange, Niannu orange... and so on.

It is extremely useful for low-level monks, and it can also enhance the taste experience of high-level monks.

Now it is used here, it is perfect.

Seeing that the girl was completely immersed in beautiful memories, Jiang Yan began to act.

With a wave of his sleeves, a breeze suddenly blew in the courtyard, passing over the wild tree in the courtyard, and brought a fallen leaf into Jiang Yan's hand.

The index finger passed through the air like cutting through waves, leaving a white line swaying behind, the end of which was connected to Shen Zhixue who was already asleep in the house.

"Heaven gave birth to water, and the earth completed it.

My blood serves as the guide, and the leaf veins become threads.

The spiritual pattern locks the soul, and the seven orifices breathe together. ..."

As Jiang Yan chanted, the white lines suddenly gathered and merged, falling neatly on the leaves to carve out a complex spiritual pattern formation.

When Jiang Yan finished chanting, the formation had already appeared vividly on the leaf. Its structure was not as simple and plain as the current tracking techniques. Instead, it was full of obscure meanings.

If an expert in formations saw this scene, he would surely be astonished.

Because Jiang Yan's move was not just a simple formation, but a restoration of a magical power in the form of a formation, and it was more than that...

"This silk-pulling technique is truly extraordinary. With my current attainments in formation, I can only barely replicate it, and only the tracking aspect. I really don't know how terrifying this technique was originally."

"If you still can't find your mother using this method..."

Jiang Yan stared at Shen Zhixue in her beautiful dream with inexplicable eyes.

When Shen Zhixue first made the request, Jiang Yan had already started to tell her fortune.

Although his deduction skills were extremely poor, that only involved his own future. If he was only deducing the whereabouts of mortals, especially if they were blood relatives, it would be almost certain.

But what is weird is that he used his daughter Shen Zhixue as a reference for deduction, but in the end, he got nothing?

Not dead, nor obscured by some existence, but rather, nothing?

It’s like, an orange tree bears fruit, and the oranges fall down the mountain. Jiang Yan follows the traces of the oranges as a guide, but finds, there is no trace?

Did this orange appear out of thin air?

It was so strange that Jiang Yan had to deal with it with a very serious attitude.

However, after secretly trying countless methods, the results were almost the same. It felt as if... something had eaten the pillow book and the fate associated with it?

But how is this possible? !

Jiang Yan calmed down and listened carefully to the story of the disappearance of the Pillow Book. As his thoughts kept colliding, for some reason, this idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

The Silk Pulling Technique is one of the legacies of a great magician who emerged hundreds of years ago. It is not a complete version, and no one knows the specific effects of the complete version after the great magician was destroyed.

But the power of this silk-pulling technique, which has castrated countless people, should not be underestimated.

As long as you are extremely interested in someone or something, there is no need for strict requirements or any blood relatives to guide you. As long as you use this method, you will always be successful. Tracking treasures is several times better than ordinary magic.

However, if one is more sinister, he will torture people and make them feel great resentment. He can also use this thread-pulling technique to entangle the person who feels resentment with him. Even though they are thousands of miles apart, the faint sound can still be heard and can grind people's minds. It is truly sinister.

Jiang Yan remembered this item because he found it in a corner of the opponent's sect's treasury during one of his daily routine visits to a certain mountain gate with his master during the MVP settlement screen.

Also discovered was the dispute between the Yunxia Sect and the Yuanlian Sect.

Somehow, Jiang Yan suddenly recalled this technique at that time.

Although it was incomplete and the spell was a bit insidious, the description of the search for items on it still made him quite excited.

However, Jiang Yan himself did not want to learn this "thread-pulling technique". He had a vague feeling that it was not a good thing for him to learn this technique.

So he disassembled the essence of the magic, expanded it with formations, and created magic with formations.

Since this technique is to find the person through extreme emotions, Jiang Yan can only start with Shen Zhixue, by making her recall the little things she spent with her mother.

Although the effect would be better if the scene of the mother beating and starving her child was used, Jiang Yan just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"The silk pulling technique... is indeed a good technique!"

Jiang Yan's spirits lifted, and he attached his mind to the leaf. Then he released it and let it fly out of the yard, riding on the inexplicable evening breeze towards a certain direction.

…………

Qin Mansion, inside the Qin family compound.

Two swings, one big and one small, swayed back and forth, and her long skirt fluttered in the wind with a silver bell-like giggle. Qin Xiangling, wearing a lilac skirt, stood on the swing, holding her head high as if she was riding a sword in the wind, with joy on her pretty eyebrows.

"Daddy, look how fat you are. I thought you would lose some weight after a few decades. Now you are stuck inside and can't get out, hahaha."

Qin Menglin was stuck inside and forced to swing on the swing, with helplessness on her face.

"You took up Daddy's swing, so I have no choice but to sit on your old swing..."

"Humph, Daddy, you too, why are you still keeping those old things? I will definitely tear them all down when I come back this time."

“No, no, no! Those are your childhood stuff. You won’t be able to use them now that you’ve grown up. Daddy is just keeping them for the sake of memories. I can’t let you throw them all away.”

Qin Xiangling curled her lips nonchalantly and nodded at another small swing next to Qin Menglin.

"There's no need to keep so many. Just one will do. Daddy, you liked to make an extra toy for me when I was a kid. Now they're piled up all over the house."

"hey-hey……"

Qin Menglin smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, Qin Xiangling suddenly looked up and said happily: "Uncle Qin Kui is here!"

As he spoke, he lightly tapped his toes and glided through the air, floating like a fairy. But after landing, he quickly hid aside like a cunning rabbit.

At the same time, a burly man with a knife on his waist came over with the gait of a dragon or a tiger. His breathing was even and inaudible, and his breath was long and his feet landed silently.

He is like a martial arts master.

But this martial arts master had no sense of the cunning person hiding behind the door.

The moment he stepped into the garden, Qin Xiangling suddenly jumped out, opened her arms and screamed.

Qin Kui's eyes immediately became fierce, his muscles tensed, he ducked and rolled forward, stood up without even looking, strode forward, bent over and did a lunge!

The bluestone tiles under my feet shattered into pieces in an instant!

The sword was unsheathed, and a piercing cold light flashed out! A standard forward slash, cutting through the air and about to be slashed out.

"stop!"

Qin Kui almost swung the knife in his hand, but he stopped abruptly after hearing these words. The powerful knife force did not release and remained in the knife, making a clanging and twisted sound.

The clothes on his right arm also exploded, and his bones made a creaking sound, as if they could not withstand such force.

The knife in his hand was even more fragile, but fortunately it was made by a master from the palace and was made of solid materials, so it was not broken by the shock.

After the wind stopped and the clouds died down, Qin Xiangling still maintained the same posture with her hands raised high, but there was no cunning in her eyes, only curiosity.

She jumped up to Qin Kui, held his hand and said in a coquettish voice: "Uncle Kui, you don't care about Xiangling anymore. You just chopped Xiangling with a knife when you saw her~"

Qin Kui was still somewhat confused at this moment, and turned his head to look at his second brother in the garden.

But Qin Menglin was trying to remove the swing stuck on his buttocks in a weird posture...

After noticing Qin Kui's gaze, Qin Menglin stopped moving and then sat back on the swing as if nothing had happened, swinging back and forth...

"........."

"You!"

Qin Kui pinched Qin Xiangling's cheeks and pulled them left and right, and the latter cried out for mercy.

Qin Kui, who had vented enough, pointed at Qin Xiangling's head and said unhappily:

"You are so old but still so unruly. It's only because I can't beat you now, Uncle Kui. If it were in the past, you would have been cut in half by my sword. How dare you hide and scare me?"

Qin Xiangling was not afraid of this sentence at all. Instead, she looked at Qin Kui with curiosity, and pressed Qin Kui's exposed arm with her fingers from time to time.

"Uncle Kui, how did you train? How come you are so powerful! If Xiang Ling didn't know some magic, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to react."

"And your body is so strong! It's stronger than some monks! You abruptly retracted the force of the knife just now, and there was no backlash at all."

Qin Kui's mouth curled up when he heard this, and he boasted complacently:

"Your uncle Kui laid a solid foundation before he learned to walk. He studied martial arts since he was young and had a famous teacher to guide him. He has been diligent and never stopped for a moment for decades. How could a little girl like you know how solid his martial arts foundation is?"

"I understand the truth, but... there aren't many people who can do what you have done, Uncle Kui..."

"What do you know? Uncle Kui is gifted. I was born for martial arts. Just like what you said... The aptitude for cultivation is similar. Uncle Kui is the best!"

"Wow! So awesome! Uncle Kui, come and fight with Xiang Ling, let Xiang Ling see!"

Qin Kui was suddenly speechless.

"Go, go, go play with your senior sister. I have something important to do with your father."

"No, come on, Xiangling promises not to use magic!"

"Ahem...Xiang Ling, please go out first. Your uncle Kui really has something to do."

Qin Kui looked at Qin Menglin with gratitude, while Qin Xiangling pouted slightly. She finally stopped pestering Qin Kui and left with the same "dragon-like and tiger-like gait" as Qin Kui had done before.

Qin Kui breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly walked to Qin Menglin's side and was about to whisper something in his ear, but Qin Menglin raised his hand to stop him.

Qin Kui was puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Menglin's expression was calm: "Pull me out first."

Looking at Qin Menglin's big round butt stuck in the swing, Qin Kui couldn't help but twitch his lips. He wanted to laugh but concealed it well.

After saving his buttocks in a few moves, Qin Kui whispered in his ear:

"They have been escorted to the place."