"Senior brother, but what's the difficulty?" Lu Ming asked. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hearing this, Zhuang Huairen chuckled lightly and said, "It's not too embarrassing, Uncle Shi is back, you can go, I'll think about it again." ”

Zhuang Huairen pinched the trick in his hand, and one by one the spirit storage stones and array flags flew into Zhuang Huairen's storage ring in an orderly manner.

The formation light curtain also disappeared.

Jian Feiyun, whose hair was scattered and his clothes were disheveled, gritted his teeth and stared at Lu Ming, who suddenly appeared, and said angrily: "The slippery boy with a bad stomach, still want to run? ”

Seeing the fierce god and evil sword flying cloud like a tiger descending from the mountain, Lu Ming's heart trembled, and he shouted: "Master, the senior brother in charge has something to explain, I ...... Master..."

"I'll let you run, see how you run." I didn't see what spells Jian Feiyun cast and what strange formulas he used.

Lu Ming suddenly felt that the air around him was viscous, as if he was being grabbed by countless little hands, unable to move, and was frozen in place.

"Master, didn't you say that you old immortals are not dead yet, and you can still hold on?" Lu Ming cried with a sad face, and forced a smile, saying without words.

Jian Feiyun's face darkened suddenly.

"I'll let you run, let you be old and immortal......" Jian Feiyun kept patting Lu Ming's head.

Zhuang Huairen watched the two masters and apprentices fight with tears and laughter, stretched out his hand, and his index finger rippled little by little.

Lu Ming felt that his little hand was loosened, and in an instant, like a wild horse on the loose, he went straight to his courtyard.

"It's very good, one big and one small, two slippery heads, and they also gang up to bully my old man." Jian Feiyun was extremely angry, stared at Zhuang Huairen with a black face, and turned his head, just after a while, Lu Ming had already rushed into the courtyard, activated the formation, and got into the house.

After standing for a moment, he put down his raised hand and said, "It's really old, and it actually capsized in the gutter." Shaking his head, with a wry smile, he took out the wine gourd on his waist, poured a few sips, and walked towards his stone house.

……

"Uncle Shi... Uncle Shi......"

Lu Ming sat in front of the desk, holding the brush in his hand, and only drew a stroke for a long time, holding the pen, paused for a while, and then drew another stroke, dipped the ink on the inkstone, and no longer stopped, drawing on the rice paper like a storm, each stroke was different, and the whole person was more and more sharp.

"It's a pity." The right hand holding the brush suddenly paused, Lu Ming put down the pen, his face turned a little pale, and sighed lightly.

Obviously, such concentration consumes a lot of mind,

The left hand is pinched, and the formation of the courtyard is lowered.

The door of the "squeak" room also opened in response to the pull of the spiritual silk thread.

Or that tall elite disciple and an inner deacon with a mustache.

"Uncle Shi, the head of the sect sent me to send you the spirit storage stone." The tall elite disciple said stiffly, with anger on his face.

Lu Ming didn't raise his head and said, "Take it." ”

Hearing this, the tall elite disciple burst out angrily, blushed, stretched out his finger to Lu Ming, and was about to speak, but the inner door deacon with the eight-character beard reacted quickly and pressed down his outstretched hand.

The tall elite disciple's eyes widened angrily, and he turned his head fiercely to stare at the mustache.

Bazi Hu was not annoyed, and said lightly, "He is uncle." After speaking, his figure floated to the desk, and the hand holding the storage bag was handed out, frozen in mid-air.

The tall elite disciple stood in place, took a few deep breaths, and then stepped forward angrily, threw his hand, and the storage bag came out of his hand, his eyes glanced at the landing point of the storage bag, his pupils shrank, and he subconsciously raised his head, and a chill suddenly appeared in his heart.

On the desk, the green white rice paper, the ink marks, like sword marks, the sword light overflowing with cold light jumped on the paper, and the sharp edge that came to the face was terrifying.

It was Lu Ming who used his strong memory ability to imitate the sword marks with ink marks, and drew them, which were like children's graffiti-like ink marks at the beginning, and the more he went back, the more he looked like the sword marks of the circular stone ladder, but he only had his shape, and he couldn't be restrained, and he looked sharp.

Lu Ming quickly caught the storage bag, and when he saw that the storage bag was caught by one hand, he let out a sigh of relief.

The rice paper was split into dozens of scraps of paper of different shapes.

"Uncle Shi, it's all my ...... to blame," Bazihu hurriedly said.

"Let's get out." Lu Ming waved his hand.

The tall elite disciple opened his mouth, and was immediately blocked, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he walked out silently.

The relationship between people is so wonderful, in the face of weakness can be unscrupulous teasing, and in the face of people who need to rely on or are stronger than themselves in some way, it is jealousy, it is precisely because of this trace of jealousy, there will be scruples between each other's words, and maintain each other's friendship.

……

Lu Ming cleaned up the confetti, took out the two storage bags, and checked them a little.

"Senior brother is really generous." Lu Ming sighed with a wry smile.

In a storage bag, thousands of blank second-level spirit storage stones and more than a dozen carving knives were neatly placed.

In the other storage bag, strings of spirit coins are strung with silk threads, and one string is a hundred, there are more than 100 strings, and tens of thousands of spirit coins.

A jade disc records the monthly salaries of the past few years, most of which are sword flying, and Lu Ming's monthly salaries are less than fifty spirit coins, ten of which are issued by the disciples of the true lineage, and the rest are accumulated one a month, and the same as the monthly salaries of the outer disciples, the monthly salaries are issued according to cultivation.

……

The streamer flying from the three peaks, the divine consciousness will subconsciously sweep through Lu Ming's courtyard, and the courtyard formation will continue to operate.

It's been more than a year, there is no new news, and I always can't help but think, when the kid in the foundation building period is here, there are always new things to talk about every day, and the whole Tianyunmen seems to be a lot colder, and the streamers are getting more and more urgent.

The news of Lu Ming's recovery of vitality also reached the ears of the outer disciples, Yang Yongsi, Zhuang Hongwu and others were all happy for Lu Ming, Xianlu reopened a small door to Lu Ming, and the few messages sent by the stone slab in the past have not responded.

"Whew...... It's finally the last one. ”

The left side of Lu Ming's body was already full of flickering spirit stones, and on the right side of his body was a small pile of gray spirit stones, thanks to the practice of calligraphy and the manipulation of gravity, the success rate of the spirit stones was stable at eighty percent.

The carving knife walked like a dragon and a snake in Lu Ming's hand, and the spiritual path flashed with the blade, and as the last stroke fell, Lu Ming put away the carving knife and placed the carved spirit storage stone on the left side.

With the depiction of more and more spiritual patterns, the techniques have become more and more sophisticated, and the speed of depiction has naturally accelerated a lot.

For more than a year, he has been depicting the spirit stone day and night, meditating and resting when he is tired, and writing when he is tired. Although the cultivation has not made much progress, it is gratifying that the illusory word "fire" around the golden sun and golden flame "fire" has gradually condensed a lot, and the pale green word "sheng" is still vague and only faintly visible.

The more spirit stones are engraved, the more skilled they are at manipulating the golden word "fire".

If it weren't for the two months of enduring the days of precariousness and involuntary life, and the experience of being burned and withered by the Dao fire, I am afraid that Lu Ming would not be able to endure this boredom day after day, even if he was making progress every day.

The light curtain of the courtyard formation fell, and Lu Ming, who had cleaned up, opened the door and stretched his waist.

"Hey, that kid is out of the customs, and Tianyun Mountain will be lively again in the future, but unfortunately, I don't know if there is a chance to come back...... Tianyun Mountain, my home. ”