Chu Xunyu spent a whole night in order to save these mortals. He was able to rest at dawn, sat there and took a sip of fresh water, and asked, "Dad Lakshen, do horse thieves often appear in the desert?"

Mu Yuan and Wangchen were sitting next to him. Dad Lakshen, who was sitting opposite him, was smoking a pipe there, shook his head and said, "It doesn't happen often, it came suddenly last night."

"Then where are you going?" Mu Yuan asked curiously.

"Haha, I want to migrate to the Mongolian grassland." Old Lakshin replied with a hearty smile, "The season is here, we want to migrate back to the endless Mongolian grassland."

The cultivator's eyes and ears are very intelligent than ordinary people. Chu Xunyu suddenly heard two children in the distance talking about monsters and topics in horror. He couldn't help but feel a little moved, so he took the initiative to ask, "Dad Lakshen, do you have any monsters here?"

"Demon?" Old Lakshin was stunned, then immediately shook his head, "I have never heard of any demon."

"Children won't lie, Dad, let's talk, what's going on." Chu Xunyu looked at him meaningfully.

Dad Lakshen was still hesitating. Wang Chen smiled faintly while persuading him: "Believe us, since we have saved you, we will never harm you. Come on, tell us the truth, maybe we can help you further."

"It's not that I won't say it, but there's no secret. Even if I say it, I guess you won't believe it."

"Try it."

"This is the thing..." So Dad Laxhin told the experience of meeting the white horse that night, and after that, he did not forget to add, "Actually, the story I told was a casual story, and there was no such thing at all."

"Can you take us to see that person?" Chu Xunyu asked calmly.

"What? Do you believe it?" Dad Lakshen seemed very surprised.

"There is nothing to believe it or not, it's just curiosity." Chu Xunyu deliberately pretended to be friendly and smiled. After laughing, she felt that she was fake and embarrassed. "Are we doctors? You can help him see the wound. The story may not be believed, but the injury still needs to be cured."

"That's great." Dad Lakshin was overjoyed and quickly stood up, leading them the way while explaining, "This man has never woken up until now, and his wounds are very festering. We are so anxious that you, your doctor in the Central Plains, come and take a look."

Chu Xunyu and the other two walked around some obstacles and then entered a tent, but saw one of them lying, naked, simply bandaged with a bandage, a beard on his chin, dark skin, and his eyes were closed, and he seemed unconscious.

Chu Xunyu went up to check it, then took his pulse again, and finally nodded, turned to Daddy Lakshin and said, "I can cure him."

"Really?" Dad Lakshun seemed very happy.

"It's true." Chu Xunyu nodded, but added, "I want to treat it alone because this person is very ill and must use my secret recipe of ancestral origin. Most people are not allowed to come in and peek."

"Okay." Dad Lakshin nodded quickly, "It would be great that you can wake him up. Although this is our first time meeting the guests of Zhongyuan, your kindness has touched me. May Tengri bless you."

"Okay, you go out." Chu Xunyu's expression remained unchanged and shook his hand, "No one except us, no one is allowed to enter."

"Okay, I will arrange it." Dad Lakshun turned around and went out to settle down.

After the person left, Mu Yuan casually dragged a sheepskin pad and sat under his butt, smashed it, and asked, "Did you encounter any problem?"

"Yeah." Chu Xunyu nodded, took some cushions for Wangchen, and then sat down with him, and asked back, "What do you think about the problem of my father saying that he was transforming into a white horse?"

"I know, I know!" Before Wangchen could sit down, Mu Yuan raised his hand and rushed to answer. "The answer is nothing more than the following two types. First, this person is a monster, and most of them are a white horse turning into a monster, so he gave birth to the scene he mentioned; second, it is nothing more than a trick of using some illusion techniques. The effect of the naked-eyed mortals is pretty good, making people think that the white horse gallops."

"Not right." Chu Xunyu looked at him and shook his head with a smile.

"What is that?"

"Have you heard of the '72 Changes'?" Chu Xun asked with some meaning.

"Seven...what?" Mu Yuan was stunned and then laughed, "Yan Gong, I think you are stupid in reading books, but it is just folk legend. Such records are common in the street stalls in front of those small bookstores. How can there be such magic in this world?"

Mu Yuan is actually right. Among all things in the world, there is one thing that is the most mysterious, that is, life cannot be copied, and its evolution cannot be modified. Therefore, it has never been said that cultivators have the ability to move mountains and fill the seas, and I have never heard of cultivators having the method of transforming all things.

Cultivators can go to heaven and earth, turn stones into gold, etc., and these are not difficult to do, but no one said that cultivators can turn into other living bodies, such as jackals, tigers and leopards, unless they use some descending techniques, or other side-minded ways to transform their own body, they can change their body structure. Otherwise, they can reverse the life structure without using these methods alone. That is almost a dream. At most, they use some tricks of tricks to make mortals seem to have changed, but in fact the body has not changed.

According to legend, during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Master Xuanzang traveled west to seek scriptures and accepted a disciple on the way, who was a disciple of Bodhi Patriarch. He could master the "seventy-two transformations" of the art of earthly evil, and turned into anything in the world, and was extremely mysterious. But everyone knows that it is just a legend in the market and is not enough to believe. At most, I can read it in folk novels.

Chu Xunyu agrees with this, but he still tells a secret. A long time ago, when Chu Xunyu was having a child, he was chatting with Lao Jintou in the library at home, and he once complained that the road to cultivation was too difficult and he wanted to fly freely in the air. He hoped that Lao Jin, who had great supernatural powers, could teach him a technique, turn into an eagle, and soar straight into the sky, so that he could take a shortcut. Lao Jintou laughed and told him that this was impossible. This technique had been lost for many years.

Chu Xunyu didn't believe it, and insisted on pestering Lao Jintou and telling him why. Lao Jintou had no choice but to tell him that a long time ago, when Nuwa created humans, it was said that this mother of humans could transform into all things, called Nuwa's "70 Transformation". Later, it was taught to the ancient Xuanyuan Huangdi, which is the so-called "Huainanzi·Shuolinxun" that says: "Huainanzi·Shuolinxun": "Huainanzi produces yin and yang, ears and eyes, and mulberry forests produce arms and hands. This is why Nuwa transforms into seventy." Guo Pu's note on the Western Jin Dynasty also mentioned the "intestine of female disasters", and it says: "Nuwa, an ancient goddess and emperor, has a human face and a snake body, and changes in seventy times a day."

It can be said that in human history, the last great master of incarnation into all things and insight into the changes of life was the later Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi. Later, no one in the world could master this supreme second technique. As for why or why it was lost, only God knew it. As for the name, why it changed from "Nuwa's seventy-year transformation" to the "seventy-two transformations" passed down by word of mouth by the people is probably misled by the story of Master Xuanzang who came to the West in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Chapter completed!