Jiang Yan himself was a little surprised. He learned from Lu Daoxuan's book that his yin power was the same as the spiritual power cultivated by the Danqing method, and he had various magical abilities, but his yin power was more special.
In order to better develop and utilize his colorful craftsmanship, Jiang Yan injected more Yin energy into the paper figures he carried with him, and unexpectedly received a miraculous effect.
Ordinary attacks have no effect on Yin evil spirits, but Yin power attacks have significant effects.
The grandfather and grandson knelt in front of Jiang Gu, especially the bad old man who had just promised to punish him, and even kowtowed to him as if he were begging for mercy.
Jiang Yan squatted and looked at the two Yin evil spirits, and poked them with his fingers. His fingers went directly through their bodies as if they were thrust into the mist, but after the Yin energy was in his hands, it had the texture of real existence. .
As if Jiang Yan had discovered a new world, he rubbed the kid's cheeks with his hands. They were plump and elastic.
"What are your names?"
"have no idea…"
"Who were you before your death?" Jiang Yan asked again.
"have no idea…"
"Then why are you here?"
"Originally we lived in the water, but the things in the water were too scary, so we came to the shore to take shelter."
If the Yin energy attached to the corpse cannot be dissipated after death, it will become evil energy. Over time, some of the memories of the person's life may even be awakened. The memories of these two Yin evil spirits are obviously not complete.
Jiang Yan looked at them and didn't know what to call them. The old one only had a handful of bones left, and the young one was only as young as his buttocks.
"Since you all don't know your own names, that's fine. I'll give you a name. You'll be called Little Guitou, and you'll be called Lao Guitou."
The old man and the young man nodded hurriedly.
"You said there was something in Sanchuan's saliva?" Jiang Yan asked curiously.
"Yeah"
Jiang Yan has also read a lot of novels. The more dangerous the place, the more treasures there are.
"It's a corpse," said the little ghost head.
"What's so strange about a corpse? There are many shipwrecks at Mikawa Pass, so there are naturally a lot of corpses below."
"It's different, it's been more than a hundred years since I looked like this. When I appeared, this body had been lying at the bottom of Mikawaguchi Lake.
The other corpses either rotted or became food for the fishes. Only this one has remained the same as before for more than a hundred years, and all the big fish have avoided him."
"Just two years ago, this corpse suddenly opened its eyes, and then sat at the bottom of the lake, muttering something in its mouth..." The little devil's mouth was trembling as he spoke, obviously very frightened.
The corpse wakes up? This is strange.
"Originally, there were many Yin spirits at Sanchuan Pass, but from that time on, large numbers of Yin spirits disappeared inexplicably. Many Yin spirits ran ashore from San Chuan Pass just like us."
"Where's the body?"
"The body was surrounded by a cloud of black air, and then a white-headed crow flew out of it."
Jiang Yan listened to what the old ghost and the little ghost said to each other, and he realized that the corpse at Sanchuankou might really be something terrifying.
After asking about the things he wanted to inquire about, Jiang Yan thought it would be more appropriate to avoid Sanchuankou as much as possible.
But when he was about to leave, the two ghosts, the old one and the small one, were always following him, neither far nor close.
Jiang Yan walked faster and faster, jogging a few steps, and the old ghost head and the little ghost head followed closely, floating in the air.
"Why are you following me?"
"I don't know either," said the little ghost head.
"Then why are you following me?" Jiang Yan asked.
The old ghost smiled, revealing his gaping teeth, and his whole body floated to the top of Jiang Yan's head.
"I'm not following you, but the path you want to take is the same as the path I want to take."
Jiang Yan opened his palms, and a paper crane fluttered its wings and flew up.
The old ghost head and the little ghost head had just seen the power of the paper man. After seeing it, their expressions changed greatly and they hurriedly hid away.
The harm done to humans by this paper man or crane is far less direct than that of painted spirits, but it is very lethal to these evil spirits.
Feeling that the old ghost and the little ghost had no other ill intentions except for pranks, Jiang Gu put away the paper crane and still had two ghosts following behind him.
Song Yu was waiting for him not far ahead, showing no sign of impatience.
After searching for a day, neither of them found the kind of beautiful scenery that they could describe. As the sky got darker, the light in the forest became darker and darker.
"We have six days, don't rush, let's find a place to rest first," Jiang Yan said.
"Alright"
Jiang Yan found a soft meadow and lay down. He saw a strange-looking wild flower next to him. The flower on the top, half a man tall, was blooming with light blue light under the night.
I pulled one off casually, and the blue-glowing flower dissipated in the air like a dandelion.
"Look at this flower, it's so strange..."
Jiang Yan called out twice, but Song Yu didn't respond.
Thinking that something bad had happened, Jiang Yan suddenly sat up, while Song Yu was not far away, with her back to him, looking at him in fascination, completely frozen in place.
"Song Yu? What are you doing?"
After pushing aside the weeds in front of us, a large sea of flowers appeared in front of us, all of which were the magical flowers just now.
The treetops cover the moonlight, the mountains and rivers are boundless, and a large blue flower field grows on the empty and dark wilderness. The stars are dotted like dreams and illusions, like stars twinkling in the night sky, and like the Milky Way spreading flat on the earth.
The soft blue light pulled Jiang Gu into a dream for a long time before he came back to his senses. Song Yu was even more mesmerized by the sight.
The gentle breeze blows through the flower field, and the petals gather together and turn into a blue light that rises with the wind and swings into the night. This beautiful scenery seems to be left by the immortals and should not belong to the human world!
Blue petals wrapped Jiang Gu and Song Yu in them, and the elegant fragrance came from the tip of their noses, clear but not strong, the best in the world.
"Old Ghost, what kind of flower is this?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Orchid is usually like a weed, blooming only once in its lifetime."
Old Guitou and Little Guitou have lived here for a hundred years and are very familiar with this flower.
"Jiang Yan, this is the creation of my master, right here." Song Yu said with some excitement.
"congratulation"
Some people may not be able to find a moment that shakes their souls even if they travel through thousands of mountains. Song Yu found it, and this was his destiny.
"How is your spiritual recovery going?"
Song Yu thought that Jiang Gu had exhausted all his spiritual power at Yunying Tower in the past few days and had no ability to protect himself at Sanchuankou, so he was a little worried.
"Don't worry, the aura here is much richer than outside. I'm at least somewhat recovered now," Jiang Yan said.
"In that case, I'll stay here."
"Okay, this kind of orchid sprouts in ten years, blooms in ten years, blooms in another ten years, and fades away in a snap.
This flower field will bloom one after another in the next three days, and you have three days to copy them onto your drawing paper."
"Take root throughout life, and the nutrients drawn from the earth bloom in the last moment of life. It is short-lived but shocking. This is the most beautiful thing in the world."
No matter how superb a painter's painting skills are, he can never surpass the ingenuity of nature. Learning how to layout and color from this rare wonder in the world is undoubtedly a huge opportunity for painters.