The Emperor's Daughter Arrives: Upgrade to Fight Monsters and Find Husbands

Jiu Tang laughed awkwardly and muttered, "No way, Teacher Su Yue wouldn't play tricks on me. Why is there no word? Is it because I don't have the talent? This shouldn't be the case..."

Jiutang took a deep breath, slowly closed the book, and met the expectant eyes of several beasts: "Try again! It must be that the way I opened it just now was wrong!"

Huai Yin, who was leisurely watering his own tea, stopped what he was doing, raised his head slightly, and looked at the four pairs of eyes that were staring at each other in silence - Xiaoyu had no eyes.

"what happened?"

Jiutang looked up at Huaiyin and pointed at the open book in front of him: "Look, there's a problem. There are no words. Teacher Su Yue asked me to figure it out myself. Maybe the way I opened it just now was wrong. I'll try again..."

Jiutang called out, "Huaiyin, come over here. Come and take a look."

Seeing Huai Yin coming forward, Zhu Zhu hurriedly nudged Ao Tian next to her, making way for Huai Yin's shadow.

Just like before, Jiutang carefully opened the first page of the book, which was blank. The second page was also blank. The third page...

Jiutang looked up at Huaiyin expectantly: "What do you mean?"

"This thing is quite old." Huai Yin commented, avoiding talking about Jiutang's question.

Jiu Tang was a little distressed: "Of course I know it's been a while. Teacher Su Yue said that this book was passed down to her by her master. If you count further, it has been passed down for who knows how many generations."

Logically speaking, this scroll has always been in the hands of Teacher Su Yue, so she should know that there is no writing on it, so why didn't she tell me...

Huai Yin frowned in thought, and a gentle spiritual power passed through the pages of the book. The paper whirred, but until the last page, it was still a smooth, slightly yellowed paper without a single word.

"Huai Yin, tell me, will this cause blood to drip..."

Jiutang hasn't finished speaking yet.

A light pink spot of light quickly flew out from her temples and landed on the book in the blink of an eye.

This touch of light pink seemed to add a soul to the book in front of it. The book seemed to have come to life, and the paper was no longer as dry as before.

The smooth and warm yellow-white paper flew back and forth without wind, making a rustling sound like a bud blooming in early spring, full of vitality. As the book flew, traces of light ink gradually appeared on it.

"That's... Mother, that's the light inside your earring! It's coming out of that crystal!"

Jiutang raised her hand and touched her temples. Although the light was moving at an extremely fast speed, she naturally noticed it flashing past her cheek.

She never liked too many jewelry, and she saw that the earrings she wore before were meant for her, and the crystal was transparent white, and the style was simple and elegant. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't have noticed that there was a touch of light pink in the center, so she kept wearing it.

Could it be that this puppet ancient book in front of her has some connection with her?

The scene in front of her did not give her too much time to think. In just a few breaths, the page returned to the first page. Light ink marks appeared on the white and yellow paper and gradually deepened.

It was pitch black, like a layer of dark smoke covering the pages of the book, and it was impossible to see what was written on it.

Jiutang was about to shake his head.

The ink marks that appeared all around flowed to the center of the first page, gathered into a dot, and then quickly dispersed. The scattered ink marks gradually became three-dimensional and floated on the page.

The two men and four beasts became alert, staring at the ink without blinking: the black ball slowly split into several parts, turning into a thin line, a black lotus root, a small branch, a flowing black aura...

"Silk thread, thousand-faced lotus roots, willow branches..." Jiutang stared at the changing patterns on the scroll without blinking, muttering them out loud one by one - these ten or so things just corresponded to the materials she had just placed around her.

As if to let Jiutang see clearly, after floating for a few breaths, the things that were outlined into these small objects were suddenly pulled by a force and slowly condensed together...

The picture changed rapidly, and objects were connected to each other, gradually forming the shape of a little man. However, this inky little man was dazed, with his head half-hanging, and his body was connected by hundreds of extremely thin silk threads.

The silk thread moved, and it moved too, the whole little man looked like a puppet. The thread at the corner of the eye moved, and it opened its eyes; the thread at the corner of the lip moved, and it showed Jiutang a stiff but flattering smile.

"Master, this is the same as the one made by Hu Zi Baozi."

Zhuzhu's tone was full of laughter. Jiutang also remembered that when he first met Li Hu and Li Bao, the little red and little blue they made looked exactly like the little man in front of him, both of them were stupid.

But it was obviously not as exquisite as the one in front of them. After all, the puppet made by the two brothers had only a dozen silk threads connecting its body, which was far from being as small and exquisite as the one in front of them.

Jiutang had a smile on his lips, and couldn't help but stretched out his fingertips, wanting to poke the little man who looked like a ink painting.

At this time, the black mist floating above the puppet's head suddenly trembled and drifted to Jiutang's fingertips. As Jiutang moved, the spiritual energy in the form of black mist seemed to be poked into the puppet's body.

When Jiutang saw this scene, he quickly withdrew his hand, fearing that he would miss any changes.

As the mist entered the body of the little man, the little man seemed to come alive, jumped down from the air, fell to the ground, and turned into a ball of ink again.

Jiutang was shocked and immediately retreated with several beasts.

An extremely slight puffing sound was heard.

The scattered ball of ink condensed into the shape of the little ink figure again. She looked more delicate than before, with two small buns on her head and wearing a green skirt.

Jiutang glanced sideways and saw that a magical herb was missing a leaf - she said where did the green color come from, it turned out that her grass was pulled out.

Jiutang raised her hand, and the little girl, who was not even as big as her palm, jumped onto her palm and began to dance happily. She was as light as a feather, with a gray-black shadow, swaying with light ripples, and she didn't feel any weight at all.

Jiutang looked at her lovely appearance, his heart softened and he smiled.

Seeing her smile, the dancing ink-and-wash figures also showed joyful smiles on their faces.

The halo above the scroll dissipated, and it slowly closed. The four big characters "Ancient Puppetry Art" written on it disappeared, and turned into the appearance of a little ink figure in front of Jiutang, only simpler, like a rough totem.

Several animals nearby finally dared to breathe. They were afraid of disturbing their master's studies and did not dare to speak loudly.

Now it seems that everything has finally gotten better. While Jiutang was playing with the ink figurine in his hand, Zhuzhu and Ayan worked together to open the ancient book again.

"Ah? Master? Why is there still nothing?"

Zhuzhu and Ayan were stunned: "Mother...?"

Jiutang frowned and looked down: "Can't you see? Here, it says the materials for making the puppet; here, it says how to connect these materials..."

As he spoke, Jiutang turned another page to the back and pointed to the center of the page: "There is a picture of a small puppet here, and hundreds of control lines on the puppet are written; and here...can't you see it?"

Huai Yin blinked, stared at the direction of Jiu Tang's finger for a while, and said with certainty: "I can't see it. Maybe the contents of this book are really only visible to you."

"Oh, you are so stingy. You won't even let me see you. It's boring. Let's go." Xiaoyu was extremely dissatisfied. She turned around and climbed up the trunk of Huaiyin.

"That thing is nowhere near as comfortable as my brother Huaiyin holding it, I don't want it."