The King of Chu stroked his hands: "Then leave your luggage at the inn and we can sneak out without anyone noticing. We are the only guests in this inn. As long as the innkeeper doesn't know our whereabouts, he will think that we have stayed in the city."
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If something happened, they would have an alibi.
The old man Jubi reached out and knocked King Chu on the head: "You are just watching the fun and don't think it's a big deal."
Ye Fuxun felt that what King Chu said was feasible: "Why don't you stun the innkeeper and let him sleep until tomorrow afternoon?"
"This is simple." Yan Yiyi stood up, "I'll do it."
The old man Jubi yawned: "I'm sleepy, so I won't get involved in the affairs of you young people."
After a while, everyone left from the back door of the inn and followed Qing Ling to find the secret passage out of the city.
"Ling'er, what's in the box you're holding?" Yan Yiyi saw Qing Ling's serious look and her eyes fell on the purple wooden box.
Qing Ling whispered: "This is Ling'er's holy robe, left to Ling'er by her great-grandmother."
"Where are the holy robes with you?" Yan Yiyi raised her eyebrows slightly, "Did your great-grandmother bring you the holy robes of the fake saint?"
Qing Ling shook her head: "Our Qingyi clan has a total of two holy clothes. It is said that there were two saints in ancient times, so there are two sets of holy clothes circulated in the clan."
"Can we still wear the holy robes passed down from ancient times?" King Chu looked incredulous.
Qing Ling smiled and said: "Not only can it be worn, but it is also brand new. Let Ling'er show it to you."
Everyone gathered around and saw Qing Ling carefully opening the purple wooden box, revealing a set of snow-white and holy clothes.
"Huh?" Qing Ling whispered, and everyone saw that the veil above the holy robe flew toward Ye Fuxun's palm.
"Why are there two veils?" Qing Ling exclaimed, "Linger remembers that there is only one veil in the box!"
Ye Fuxun held the veil, which shone with gleaming brilliance under the sunlight. He couldn't tell what material it was made of, but it felt cool to the touch, which was very magical.
King Chu looked over and saw Qing Ling's face full of confusion and said, "Didn't you say there are two sets of holy clothes? Could it be that your great-grandmother put an extra veil in for you?"
Qing Ling shook her head: "No, there is another set of holy clothes in Lou Ting's hands. How could she give the holy clothes to her great-grandmother?"
She blinked and looked at the veil in Ye Fuxun's hand, and whispered, "My great-grandmother said that the sacred garment has a spirit, and the most valuable thing is the veil. This means that the veil is actually the most spiritual thing."
"In ancient times, the tribesmen didn't know who the saint was. Women of the same age would kneel down in front of the holy mountain, waiting for the saint to wear the veil and choose the master." Everyone continued to listen with their mouths half open.
"However, my great-grandmother said that this is just a rumor, and the saint must be passed down through blood."
Everyone closed their mouths, thinking that it was a fairy tale about putting a baby to sleep, and thought that there really was a matter of choosing a master with a veil.
The King of Chu chuckled and pointed at the veil in Ye Fuxun's hand: "Didn't you see it just now?"
If it weren't for Qing Ling telling fairy tales, he would have wanted to interrupt him, "Is this the king's eyesight?"
His eyes are so bright that he shouldn't be dazzled.
"Brother Chu, what did you say?" Qing Ling blinked her big black and white eyes.
"The veil flew into Concubine Ye's hand? Didn't you see it? Or don't you think it's strange?" King Chu said loudly.
King Qin added warmly from the side: "I have also seen it." Everyone nodded.
Qing Ling stretched out her hand, and the next moment, another veil in the box automatically flew to her palm: "Is that so?"
Everyone widened their eyes and nodded in unison.
"As long as you recite the magic formula silently, the veil will sense something, that's why it is said that the veil has a spirit." Qing Ling was not surprised.
Everyone:......
Ye Fuxun opened his mouth: "I don't know magic tricks."
Qing Ling was stunned, "Didn't my great-grandmother teach my aunt?"
Ye Fuxun smiled and shook his head firmly: "The divine secret is the secret of your saint's bloodline, how can you tell it to foreigners?"
Qing Ling scratched her head: "Why did that veil fly to my aunt?" No one knew the answer.
"Why don't we put it away first?" Ye Fuxun suddenly felt that the veil in his hand, which was as light as cicada wings, was as heavy as a mountain. "Let's hurry up and find the holy mountain first."
"Okay." Everyone continued on their way.
Ye Fuxun held Ji Yannuo's hand and walked at the end, whispering: "Ayan, that veil just now was so weird..."
Ji Yan Norton looked at her: "What?"
She shook her head: "I can't tell, it feels like a living creature."
"Don't worry," Ji Yannuo shook her hand, "I will protect you."
"Yeah." Ye Fuxun curled his lips, suppressed the uncertainty in his heart, and looked at Ji Yannuo and smiled.
Following Qing Ling's induction, everyone plunged into the endless mountains.
"Why go into the mountain to look for it?" King Chu's voice was loud, and as soon as he opened his mouth, several birds in the tree were frightened away. "Is it possible that this holy mountain grows on the mountain?"
Yan Yiyi rolled her eyes at him: "Shut up if you don't know how to speak."
The King of Chu glared: "How can a defeated general be brave?"
"Do you want another beating?" Yan Yiyi pursed her red lips and narrowed her eyes.
"I don't hit women!" King Chu refused without thinking, and strode towards King Qin.
The master said that he won last time because of his unexpected moves. If he really wanted to defeat the witch, he would have to practice for at least a year.
He's not stupid, so he won't fall for the witch's provocation.
"Hey, Ling'er, are you sure this is the way?" King Chu immediately changed the subject, "I think we just passed here a quarter of an hour ago? Didn't we break into some formation?
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"It's not a formation." It was Ji Yannuo who responded to King Chu.
In fact, he felt something strange as early as two quarters of an hour ago, but there was no formation eye, and there was no gate of life and death. Although there were strange bushes in the woods, it was not a man-made formation.
"It looks more wonderful than the formation, as if it was born naturally."
Qing Ling smiled sweetly: "Brother Chu, uncle, this is the spiritual formation. As my uncle said, it is a spiritual formation naturally nurtured by the Holy Mountain for thousands of years."
Ye Fuxun: "Ling'er, how can we get out of the spiritual formation?"
"As long as you find the Holy Mountain, you will naturally leave the spiritual formation." Qing Ling responded, "Let's take this path."
Along the way, she relied on the messages passed down from her maternal great-grandmother to determine the route.
"What if we can't find the holy mountain? We will spend our whole lives wandering around in the mountains without getting out?" King Chu frowned.
"Yes," Qing Ling nodded, "My great-grandmother said that there were people who did not follow the large army to leave after worshiping the holy mountain, because they could not find a way out, and finally died in the mountain."
"However, with my great-grandmother's guidance, we should find the Holy Mountain soon."
Having said that, however, from the time the sun was high in the sky until the dusk fell, the group of people were still traveling through the mountains and forests with repetitive scenery.