Although the movement of Qingluo Peak is not small, not all monks pay attention to it, for example, at the peak of the Qingyun Sect Book Peak, in the courtyard covered by red leaves, the windows are bright and clean, and a room on the right is the study in this courtyard.

In fact, if you walk around the bookshelf a little, you will find that there is only one bookshelf here, and there are thousands of them, which is the use of the spell of drawing the ground into inches.

Thinking about it, in the private study room of the head of the Qingyun Sect Library, there would be fewer books! These books are not ordinary.

The desk by the window in the room was originally full of scrolls, but now there is not a single scroll.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Qingyi Daojun walked in, holding a square ink-colored jade box in his hand, without squinting, he walked straight to the side of the study, and walked to the wall, but when he waved it one by one, the wall was like a sparkling water, gradually rippling open, and a whirlpool was born.

Qingyi Daojun didn't think about it, so he walked in, and as soon as the others entered, the wall suddenly restored to its original surface.

The interior and exterior are decorated consistently, clean and tidy, and more masculine.

The inner room is against the wall, there is a desk, on the desk there is a rectangular jade box, about half a foot long, Qingyi Daojun put down the ink-colored jade box in his hand, and opened the long emerald jade box,

As soon as the emerald jade box was opened, a scroll of paintings came out and hung above the jade box.

Qingyi Daojun took it, slowly unfolded the scroll, with the unfolding of the scroll, a strange pattern appeared, the pattern of the dark light flickered, the closer to the middle, the denser the pattern, especially the center of the pattern is so dense that the lines can not be seen where the dark light seems to be a bottomless pool, very bewitching, do everything possible to attract people into it.

After looking at it expressionlessly for a while, Qingyi Daojun put down the scroll and opened the box he had just brought in.

The box opened at the sound of a strange thing, a very ordinary wooden comb, and a few hairs curled up in the teeth of the wooden comb.

Su Bai's slender fingers picked up the wooden comb, the material is extremely common wine sandalwood, this wooden comb is also the standard configuration of every monk in the Qingyun faction, wine sandalwood is not a lot of spiritual wood, but it is very good for keeping the mind, and it is the best to use it as a wooden comb.

Qingyi Daojun quickly arranged a formation around him, the painting was floating horizontally at this time, and the painting was full of dark light that overflowed from time to time at this moment, Qingyi Daojun pinched up a complicated spell, the wooden comb hung above the painting, after half a moment, a dark green spell spontaneously appeared, hit the past, the wooden comb suddenly overflowed with color, at this time, the center of the painting pattern also suddenly swirled a dense black mist towards the wooden comb.

Soon, the dense sinuous black mist seemed to create a passage between the wooden comb and the painting.

Qingyi Daojun's originally expressionless face looked extremely solemn at the moment, staring closely at the next move of the painted pattern.

It's just that the next situation made him unable to say whether he was disappointed or happy.

There was no change at all, and there was no other result of the black mist turning red, and he waited for three hours, but there was still no change.

So...... Are you still alive?

Three hours is far more than the time that this magic weapon and spell should be fed back.

Qingyi Daojun silently put away the scroll and put it into the long jade box of emerald color, now that he already knew the result, this scroll naturally had to be returned.

He took the jade box in the storage ring, and casually put the wooden comb into his arms.

The fog created when the soul was gathered did not turn red, indicating that the soul had not turned into ashes at all.

What's more, even if it is reduced to ashes, even if he uses up his remaining life, he is willing to collect the dust-like remnants of his soul one by one.

He thought that she was pushed by him in an inexplicable gravitational place that even his scalp was a little numb, and he was never lucky...... Since the person is still alive, it is not difficult to find the person and a few strands of hair on this comb.

This comb was found by him with great difficulty, he was a monk in the out-of-body period, and went to the house of the female cultivator of Bifeng to find something, which was somewhat unnatural, the place where the monk lived was clean and tidy, and the objects on the monk's body, especially the hair and skin of the monk himself, were rarely left behind, after all, if it was obtained by some evil cultivator, and what filthy spells were used to do it, it would be a catastrophe for the monk himself.

But fortunately, he finally found this in that room, under the pillow on the side of the bed, there were still a few strands of hair wrapped around the wooden comb, and when he stroked the hair, he couldn't help but palpitate in his heart, and Qingyi Daojun hurriedly gathered his mind.

Just borrowed the soul gathering diagram from the master, and performed the soul attraction technique, people have three souls and seven spirits, Qingyi Daojun thought yes, even if there is a little half-star remnant soul, it can be slowly converged, and wait until the soul is put away, if there is still divine consciousness, let her practice ghost cultivation, if there is no divine sense at all, then send her to reincarnation, the cultivator pays attention to cause and effect, after all, he has done it himself, and he has to protect her for a lifetime.

Since she is still alive, to find her, you still have to rely on a few strands of hair wrapped around the teeth of this wooden comb.

Qingyi Daojun walked out of the courtyard, sacrificed his flying sword, and stepped on it with a slight leap.

He had other flying magic weapons, but the speed of the flying sword was faster than that of flying magic weapons.

The air flow and clouds were quickly left behind, and the distance between the peaks was not close, and it took more than a dozen breaths to arrive.

This is the location of the head of the Qingyun Sect, and there are a lot of daily chores, and there are relatively more people coming and going than in other places.

Qingyi Daojun stepped directly into the palace gate, and the attendant boy guarding the hall quickly led him to the place where Qingtan Daojun handled his daily business.

Qingtan Daojun was talking to the disciple who was returning, and when he saw him come in, he nodded to him slightly and continued to talk to the disciple.

Qingyi Daojun waited on the side, listening quietly to them.

"Master, that's the way it is, Qingluo Peak is still entangled in that giant vine to cover the sky, that Mo Qing and Li Su claimed that there was a gray thing that snatched the Dan furnace left by the Purple Pole Daojun, and said that there was also He Jin Zhenren of Lieyang Peak and Li Dong, a disciple of the inner door of Lieyang Peak, testified, they were willing to admit punishment, but begged the peak to find out the gray thing, otherwise if the gray thing was still in the faction, other people's magic weapon was also the gray thing that wanted to be robbed, and the Jingzhe Daojun of the torture hall ordered the disciples to go back and forth to the head of the sect to see the head of the house to get ideas. ”

Qingyi Daojun was stunned when he heard it on the side, and then suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly came over and interjected: "Who are you talking about just now?"

"......" The disciple was stunned for a moment when he was asked by Qingyi Daojun, who was silently beside him, who was he going to ask, the disciple looked at Qingyi Daojun inexplicably, at a loss.

Qingyi Daojun's face suddenly stiffened, and he said again: "Did you say Mo Qing just now, that is, the Mo Qing of Lieyang Peak?"

"Oh, oh, exactly. The disciple hurriedly replied.

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