Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Cranes are a very unique and recognizable sound. The leader of the white cranes screamed for a while, and soon the other white cranes also followed.

In this dusk, a group of white cranes chirped beside the wetland and swamps. It was a natural sound that seemed to dispel all the haze around them, including the clouds in people's hearts.

The charlatan holding the compass couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his face relaxed.

"It's okay. These cranes were sent by God to help us. Phew, we're okay."

The warlock said and looked to the side. It was obvious that the companions beside him had already relaxed without his reminding.

Ordinary people are only disturbed by desire and disturbing energy, but it is not true that there is none. Many times they can feel something, such as the evil and fear just now, or the clear inspiration at this moment.

Even the horses that had just been frightened had settled down and stayed where they were.

The woman and child who fell from the horse were in a bit of a mess because of the muddy water below, but their fall was not serious.

At this moment, others hurriedly helped the mother and son up.

"Sister-in-law, get up quickly!"

The children had already gotten up on their own, staring at the magical and elegant white crane with wide eyes.

"Mom, this is Crane, it's the first time I've seen it!"

With a smile on her face, the woman reached out to wipe the muddy water off the child's face and removed the weeds in the water from his clothes.

"This is my first time seeing you, too!"

Not to mention the mother and son, the white cranes that many people see are mostly on some scrolls or embroidery on cloth.

The group of white cranes chirped while pecking and playing in the water, relaxing from the fatigue of the long journey. The sense of comfort seemed to have infected the people nearby, and also eased their tense nerves.

But as soon as the nerves calmed down, the feeling of fatigue doubled.

"Click, click, click."

In the center of the crane group, the white crane that never lowered its head chirped a few times, combed its feathers with its beak, then seemed to look at the crowd not far away, then faced the crowd from the center of the crane group, and walked out step by step.

The pace of the white crane is indescribably harmonious and natural. It doesn't even look like a big bird coming over, but like a calm and peaceful person, walking slowly step by step.

The charlatan holding the compass was also near the front, talking to his companions in a low voice.

"Don't be nervous, everyone, and don't disturb the cranes. This group of white cranes is extraordinary. The red forehead of the white crane in front of you is better than the top grade cinnabar. It is the image of an alchemy tripod. When my master was still alive, he said that a crane with a red crown and white feathers is auspicious. Such strange birds, the evil spirits retreat wherever the cranes alight."

Whether it is Dayong, Nanyan, or other places in the world, white cranes are mostly praised as auspicious, and there are even some royal gardens that go to great lengths to raise some white cranes.

The crane has always been a prominent figure in folklore. It is a bird in the sky, a symbol of auspiciousness, and is often associated with immortals and gods.

What happened today, although not intuitively exaggerated, seemed to be just a group of cranes falling suddenly, and no monsters were seen in the water, but it still felt magical.

Bai He walked a few steps away from the child and woman, and seemed to look at them and the people around him.

"Kick-kick"

The white crane suddenly chirped a few more times, and a crane's beak suddenly pecked at the child.

"careful!"

A warrior next to the mother and child wanted to protect the child as if reflexively, and immediately raised his weapon to block it.

"Don't use your weapon."

The charlatan was extremely nervous. He shouted and wanted to stop but was a step too late. However, Bai He's mouth was faster. When the weapon was swung over, it had already touched the child. He flicked his neck, as if something was pulled out, and then In this movement, he naturally avoided the returning knife.

"Hiss."

The sound of some paper being torn up appeared out of thin air, and a stream of gray air was pecked out by the crane's beak, and it disintegrated during the tug.——

At the same moment, in a distant courtyard, on a windless indoor altar, a paper talisman placed in an empty bowl suddenly began to tear.

A man and an old man sitting in front of the altar were shocked.

The old man jumped up from sitting cross-legged, reached out and touched the red liquid in the small bowl on one side, and then touched the talisman paper with his finger.

But when I pressed it, it seemed as if there was a huge force surging on the paper.

"唳——"

A crane's cry appeared out of thin air in the room, and there seemed to be a vague shadow of a sharp bird's beak on the talisman paper.

"Shua" "Master!"

A white light exploded from the old man's fingertips, and when he was thrown away, the man next to him immediately made a move and jumped over to catch the old man. However, it was obvious that both of them could not withstand the force, and they flew backwards towards the wall behind.

"Bang~~~"

"Uh-huh." "Pfft."

The young man screamed, and the old man spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough cough"

The movement inside obviously alerted the people outside. Someone immediately ran to the door, but they did not dare to open the door directly and come in.

"Mage, what happened?" "Mage, what's wrong with you?"

The people inside ignored the anxious shouts outside. The old man struggled to stand up, covered the fingers of his right hand and walked to the altar. The talismans in the bowl burned with a "swish~" and turned into ashes in an instant.

"Master."

The young man had also stood up, rubbed his chest and walked to the altar. He looked surprised at the scene in front of him.

"Has someone broken your spell?"

The old man let go of his left hand and looked down at the index finger of his right hand. It was bleeding and the nail was already split.

Of course he heard what his apprentice said, but he just remained silent and did not answer.

The spell was indeed broken, but was it a human? ——

In the swamp outside the mountain, the knife-wielding charlatan had just stood in front of the mother and son. The click of his mouth just now was so sudden that even he still had no time to react immediately.

"Click, click, click."

The white crane flapped its wings and took a few steps back, shook its head a few times, glanced at the crowd, and then walked to the side and started playing like other white cranes in the crane group.

The tension in everyone eased once again, and the charlatan immediately ran to the mother and son and glared at the man fiercely.

"If you hurt that white crane, you will be in bad luck for the rest of your life!"

As he said that, the fellow warlock looked at the group of cranes over there. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the child carefully. This white crane was definitely not an evil thing, and it was unlikely to hurt anyone. There must be a reason for what he did.

"Does it hurt?"

The warlock asked the child, who shook his head.

"It doesn't hurt, I just got a shock."

As the child said this, he threw himself into his mother's arms, and the latter held him and patted his back gently.

"What was the sound just now?" "It was quite strange, like pieces of paper or cloth being torn apart."

"I heard it too!" "Is it the hair you pecked?"

In the eyes of the warlock, the child seemed to be in better spirits. Amidst the comments from his companions, the warlock's heart moved and he reached out to touch the spot where the crane's beak had just fallen, which was in the hair above the child's ear.

The warlock's hands groped for a while, and then he pinched some black things from the child's hair, small pieces, which turned into powder and flew away in the wind.

"What is this?" "Dirty mud?"

The warrior next to him who had just brandished the sword and others looked over curiously, while the warlock shook his head seriously.

"No, this is paper ashes! Damn it, why did we get caught so easily? I'm afraid someone else let us go on purpose!"

"On purpose? Could it be?"

These people also had experience in the martial arts world, and they quickly reacted. This was probably to lure Zhao Yuansong out.

The swordsman who had just taken action said in hindsight.

"It seems that my villain's heart is in the heart of a gentleman. How can this white crane be so magical?"

The fellow warlock smiled and shook his head.

"This red-crowned white crane is an auspicious bird in the sky. It is truly a blessing to be able to see and receive help from it today."

With that said, the warlock took two steps forward and bowed to the white crane with the reddest top among the cranes.

"Thanks for the help!"

"Click, click, click."

Other white cranes in the crane group called out a few times, as if they had completely ignored the group of people beside them.

"It's not a good place to stay for a long time, shall we leave quickly?" "Yes, we have stayed long enough!"

"Yes, since someone set up a trap, our whereabouts should have been exposed!"

The swordsman urged, and others also agreed.

The warlock thought the same thing. He tidied things up with everyone, then helped the women and children sit back on the horses. The group of people led the horses and set off again.

But when walking toward the mountain over there, some people in the team expressed concerns.

"I'm afraid our original direction may not be safe!" "Yeah"

It was getting late at night, and as a group of people led their horses forward, starting from the foot of the mountain in the distance and surrounding the swamps, a light mist gradually appeared.

Although it was already summer, the temperature dropped sharply after dark, and the mother and son who had just fallen into the water began to feel cold.

A faint sense of uneasiness began to emerge again. The warlock took out the compass in his arms, and the pointer kept beating, looking slightly chaotic.

The warlock couldn't help but look back at the group of cranes that were already a little further away. In fact, he was not the only one who turned back frequently during this period, and the children's eyes never left the white cranes over there.

The cranes over there are not always in the same place, but they are foraging for food and playing, wading and strolling farther and farther away from each other.

"Mom, can't we stay with the crane over there for a little longer?"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. The warlock's heart moved, and the group of cranes was indeed extraordinary.

"perhaps."

Before the words were spoken, the cranes over there began to flap their wings. The leading white crane jumped between the shoals, fluttering its wings and flying low. The white cranes behind them followed suit, also jumping and flapping their wings.

The cranes flapped their wings and blew away all the thin mist in the distance.

At this moment, the warlock's heart was shocked, and he immediately made a gesture in front of the plate. He pointed at the group of cranes in the distance with some confusion before.

"Something's wrong here. Quick, follow those white cranes!"

"Let's go, let's move fast!"

Everyone reacted very quickly this time. Some warriors even patted the horse, causing it to pick up speed, while he used Qinggong to hold the reins.

The white cranes were far ahead, and their wings opened a clear path in the mist of the vast swamp. People and horses used their own methods to quickly follow behind.