It's not easy!

The old man nodded in his heart and said secretly.

After walking through a few steps, the old man took Mo Xuan and the two to the innermost room on the third floor, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man's voice came from inside: "Come in."

The old man pushed open the door and walked in with Mo Xuan and the others.

As soon as he entered the room, Mo Xuan glanced around, and immediately his eyes fell on the middle-aged man who was cross-legged on the ground in the center of the room. The man had a handsome face, and he was meditating with his eyes closed at this time, and his dark robe was slowly floating in the air, and there was no wind automatically!

"Lord Steward, there are some blank inscription scrolls of the fourth or fifth order that need to be sold here, please approve it." The old man stood in place, clasped his fists and bowed, and said respectfully.

"You're the boy who released his mental power down there just now, right?" The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, swept his gaze to Mo Xuan, and said with a smile on his face.

"Yes." Mo Xuan nodded and responded lightly.

"Sure enough, heroes have been teenagers since ancient times." The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, then paused, hesitated for a while, and continued to ask, "Do you have a heritage in the inscription division?"

Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows, feeling that this man wants to make himself his apprentice, it seems that the so-called sale of blank inscription scrolls still needs the approval of the general manager This is completely fictional? The two of them seem to have discussed it.

Glancing playfully at the old man beside him, Mo Xuan turned his head and nodded to the middle-aged man and said, "There is a heritage."

Another meaning of inheritance is that he already has a master, and it is still a single transmission.

After the middle-aged man heard this, there was obviously a trace of disappointment between his eyebrows, but it quickly disappeared, and then he asked with some curiosity: "Then take the liberty of asking, who are you studying from?" I'm a little curious, what kind of master can teach a genius like you. ”

When Mo Xuan heard this, he was a little surprised, didn't he just ask his teacher? Do you need to be so careful?

But what Mo Xuan didn't know was that asking others for a teacher, and it was still an inscription, it was a big taboo!

"Mentor of Xuanyu Tianlan Academy's inscription master - Ram Ming." Mo Xuan raised his head and said neither humbly nor arrogantly. As Ram Ming's apprentice, Mo Xuan must always have the pride and senselessness of the inscription master!

Just as Mo Xuan finished saying this, the middle-aged man's face changed instantly, and even the old man beside Mo Xuan raised his head and looked at Mo Xuan with a dull face.

"Ram senior...... "The middle-aged man came back to his senses, shook his head and whispered with a wry smile.

"Okay, thank you for informing, speaking of which, I still have to call you Senior Brother." The middle-aged man stood up and said with his fists clenched.

"Senior brother?" Mo Xuan frowned, a little surprised, could it be that this person also has a relationship with the master?

"Yes, when I was a child, I was fortunate to be taught by the ram predecessors a few times, but I was really stupid, and in the end I had to give up, although the ram seniors did not recognize me as an apprentice, but one day as a teacher for life, the ram seniors in my heart have always been my master." The middle-aged man said with a wry smile.

When Mo Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but nod in his heart, he found that the middle-aged man in front of him was very frank and upright, unlike the kind of person who would cause trouble under the guise of his master.

"Hmm." Mo Xuan just nodded politely, and didn't say anything to answer, it's impossible to really let yourself call him junior brother, right?

"One more question." The middle-aged man asked with another cautious look.

Mo Xuan frowned, and said secretly in his heart, why is this person so abrasive? I don't have much time to delay.

The middle-aged man clearly saw the undisguised impatience in Mo Xuan's eyes, and immediately reacted, thought for a while, took out seven or eight light blue scrolls from the storage ring in his hand, and handed them to Mo Xuan, and then asked: "These eight blank inscription scrolls are my gift to you."

Mo Xuan glanced at the scroll handed over by the middle-aged man, thought about it and put it away without politeness.

At this time, the old man beside Mo Xuan had already come back to his senses, and he was looking at the respect and caution of the middle-aged man in front of him in a daze.

Is this still the iron-faced, selfless, unsmiling Lord Lingbao Pavilion Master he saw?

"Whatever you want to ask, just ask." Although there was some suspicion of collecting interest, Mo Xuan still knew that these eight blank inscription scrolls were definitely not that simple, so in line with the principle of courtesy, Mo Xuan said.

"Is the ram senior okay?" The middle-aged man asked with an eager face.

"That old man eats so well, his body is great, you don't have to worry." Mo Xuan glanced at the scroll in his hand, and finally received the storage ring, and immediately raised his head and said nonchalantly.

The middle-aged man's face was stunned when he heard this, and he immediately smiled bitterly, and was suddenly a little speechless, if he hadn't felt the familiar inscription breath from this young man, just by virtue of the young man's words just now, the middle-aged man could slap him to death.

"Why did the senior ram go to that place in the Xuanyu Tianlan Academy?" The middle-aged man thought for a moment and continued to ask.

"You ask me how do I know, how? Isn't my master from the Xuan Domain? Mo Xuan frowned, and asked suspiciously, although he was a personal disciple of Ram Ming, he was very unfamiliar with everything about Ram Ming, he only knew that Ram Ming had traveled to many places in the Six Domains before, and he had also written the nameless ancient book that was now in Mo Xuan's hands.

"No, the Ram's predecessor is actually a person from the Yuan Domain, and I met him in the Yuan Domain in the first place." The middle-aged man shook his head and said.

"Then I don't know." Mo Xuan nodded and said, then looked down at the little girl beside him who was yawning, rubbed the little girl's head with a smile, and asked, "Sleepy?"

"Sort of." The little girl's little face was pitifully wrinkled, and she was still fighting with her confused eyes, looking really pitiful.

Mo Xuan smiled, lowered his body and reached out to hug the little girl.

"Okay, I won't bother if there's nothing to do, and I will take my leave." Mo Xuan held the little girl in his arms, nodded to the middle-aged man and said, then turned around and left the room directly.

In the room, the middle-aged man and the old man had not come back to their senses at this time, and after a long time, the old man asked carefully: "Lord Steward, did you give him the eight blank inscription scrolls like this?" Isn't it a loss? ”

The middle-aged man came back to his senses, and the gentle expression he had just spoken to Mo Xuan had all faded at this time, leaving only a flat face.

"Sometimes, don't just focus on the immediate interests, take a long-term view." The middle-aged man glanced at the old man lightly, and his tone was indifferent and could not hear joy or anger.

The old man nodded hurriedly, and said with some weakness: "My subordinates know."

If ordinary people were to look at such a dying old man so respectful to a middle-aged man, they would definitely point at the middle-aged man and scold him for being disrespectful.

But in fact, the real age of the middle-aged man is much older than this old man!

The middle-aged man nodded, turned around and walked to the center of the hall, and said, "Don't say eight handles, even if it is eighty handles, eight hundred handles, I am willing, the young man just now is far from being as simple as it seems, so we might as well make a good fate." After all, behind this young man is a ram Ming!

"Don't send anyone to inquire about the boy and erase all traces of his visit." The middle-aged man returned to the center of the hall and continued to sit cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and said lightly.

"Yes." The old man said with a fist clenched.

"Stand down." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said.

The old man clenched his fists again, slowly exited the room, and then closed the door.

"......Huh" It wasn't until he walked out of this floor that the old man exhaled a mouthful of turbid air in his chest, and everything that happened just now really made him unable to reminisce for a long time.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy can actually carve a fifth-order inscription scroll?! Back then, the domineering inscription powerhouse of the Yuan Domain, Ram Ming, was still his master, and it was also passed down by himself! What made him even more speechless and shocked was that the head manager was still the junior brother of that young man?!

The old man stood on the corridor, came back to his senses after a while, shook his head a little bitterly, and then walked down the corridor.

Mo Xuan, who walked out of the Lingbao Pavilion, quickly returned to the hotel with the little girl, put the little girl who had fallen asleep back into the room, and then exited the hall.

"Go back to your rooms, I'll carve the inscription in the hall later, and if there's any movement, as long as I don't call you, don't come out to see it." Mo Xuan turned his head and said to Su Yun'er and the others.

Everyone nodded, Su Xiaoling and Fifth Jinchen both retreated to the room, while Su Yun'er stood in place, and said to Mo Xuan with a complicated look of worry on her face, "Be careful."

"Got it." Mo Xuan nodded and said.

After Su Yun'er returned to the room, Mo Xuan rearranged the hall of the house, carved a few more breath inscription arrays and placed them around the hall, and then spent a while carving a few spirit gathering inscription arrays, on the one hand, for the needs of the heaven and earth aura later, and on the other hand, it was also to find back the familiar feel when carving the inscriptions.

After everything was arranged, Mo Xuan came to a square table in the center of the house, took out eight inscription scrolls from the storage ring and placed them on the square table in turn.

The index finger moves slowly from left to right on the scroll, and finally lands on the last inscription scroll.

Placing this inscription scroll horizontally, Mo Xuan slowly opened it, and at the last moment after opening it, a wave of aura came to his face.

Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows, looking at the blank inscription scroll in front of him with some surprise, he really didn't expect that the middle-aged man would be generous enough to take out this high-grade blank inscription scroll and give it to him.

You know, whether the inscription can be depicted successfully, there are many factors in it, the most important of which is the inscription master's own ability, followed by the time and place, and then the inscription rune that carries the inscription, that is, the blank inscription scroll, the scroll without the inscription is collectively called the rune, and only the inscription is called the inscription scroll.

And sometimes, to determine whether an inscription can be successfully depicted in the end, largely depends on the quality of the rune, there are many times, often the inscription master has completed the inscription, ready to engrave on the rune, but the quality of the rune is not good, in the end it is the bamboo basket to draw water is empty.

However, the eight-handle inscription scroll that the middle-aged man gave him did not belong to the category of fifth-order runes at all, and had already surpassed the fifth-order and reached the sixth-order! In other words, the strength and ability of these runes to carry inscriptions are enough to carry sixth-order inscriptions!

Don't look at the difference of only one order, but the difference inside is a world of difference, the workmanship of the two will be completely different, and even some runes with special attributes also need some extremely precious materials, and sometimes, a carved inscription scroll, the final value is not worth the rune that carries the inscription.

"It's also generous, and I don't know how many people will rush to buy these eight-handled inscription scrolls outside." Mo Xuan touched his chin and said playfully.

"Let's go." Mo Xuan took a deep breath and put away the remaining seven inscription runes, leaving only the inscription rune scroll that Mo Xuan had opened just now on the square table.

Airplanes......

Just like at the beginning, Mo Xuan raised his hands, and the tips of the ten fingers of his hands gradually shone with a milky white light.

Time passed minute by minute, and the darkness outside the window had been dispelled by the sun, and the sun appeared from the horizon and hung in the sky.

And Mo Xuan in the hall of the room, as if isolated from the world, kept carving inscriptions in the void with his hands, and after a night of sleepless carving, Mo Xuan also successfully completed the engraving of two inscription scrolls around him.

Since the poisonous aunt in Tsing Yi asked for three Naling scrolls and one breath scroll, Mo Xuan thought that it was rare to have some high-grade inscription runes here, so he wanted to make a few more, after all, he was prepared.

When the poisonous aunt in Tsing Yi came back, before she entered the room, she felt the thick inscription aura overflowing from the crack in the door, and couldn't help frowning, glanced left and right vigilantly, and then carefully pushed the door in.

As soon as he entered the door, a denser inscription aura suddenly surged, and a touch of surprise appeared on the face of the poisonous girl in Tsing Yi, and she couldn't help but look ahead, only to see Mo Xuan sitting cross-legged on the ground, raising his hands and constantly brushing the dragon and snake on the void, which was very gorgeous.

The poisonous aunt in Tsing Yi didn't go over to bother, but closed the door, raised her hand and made a complicated handprint on the door, and finally turned around and looked at Mo Xuan

Airplanes......

After a long time, a buzzing sound sounded, and I saw that Mo Xuan finally succeeded in carving the page of inscriptions carved in the air into the inscription runes, and then closed the scroll at once, and his body suddenly lay on the table weakly.

"You're too tired like this, you have to combine work and rest, you can rest for a while now, and I'll go and repair the damaged inscription array for you." The poisonous aunt in Tsing Yi said to Mo Xuan, and immediately walked to the window, looking at the window without focus.

Mo Xuan, who was lying on the table, propped himself up, turned his head a little tired and glanced at the Tsing Yi Poison Girl, and when he saw the Tsing Yi Poison Girl's eyes looking at the window without focus, Mo Xuan's eyes froze, and he secretly said in his heart, even the inscription array he laid down could be seen with the naked eye, and the cultivation of this Tsing Yi Poison Girl was unfathomable.

"Which scroll of inscription array has been damaged?" Mo Xuan asked suspiciously.

When the Tsing Yi Poison Aunt heard this, her eyes returned to their previous turbidity, and she did not answer Mo Xuan, but reached out to probe, only to see that there was a layer of void in front of her like ripples on the water surface rippling around the fingertips of the Tsing Yi Poison Girl.

"Breath Array, your Breath Array is only for a while, and it can't withstand the breath of your fifth-order inscription at all, just now I felt the breath of the inscription before I entered the room, and fortunately there is no one with the inscription here. The aura of heaven and earth here is already sufficient and active, you can't do this, how can it be possible to depict a fifth-order inscription with only one breath array? "The poisonous girl in Tsing Yi kept sealing with one hand, and then engraved it in the void, and every engraving would flash a burst of white light.

"It seems that the inscription has not been engraved for too long, and some things are careless." Mo Xuan scratched his head with a wry smile and said.

The poisonous aunt in Tsing Yi nodded, didn't say anything, and finally repaired the damaged place, then walked behind Mo Xuan and said, "You rest first, I'll dredge the meridians for you, you overdraft too much heaven and earth aura at once, the harm to the meridians is very serious."

Mo Xuan also knew the stakes involved, nodded and said, "Then there will be labor."

After speaking, Mo Xuan meditated on the spot, slowly running the spirit yuan in his body.

In fact, a cultivator like Mo Xuan can only relax his body when he rests ordinarily, and sometimes meditating like this is often more relaxing than resting, because then he can't help but completely relax the sore muscles of the body, and can also warm the meridians in the body, and the most important thing is that he can isolate his perception from the outside world and completely relax his spirit. For Mo Xuan, who had overdrawn a lot of spiritual power just now, meditation and cultivation was undoubtedly the best way to rest.

Seeing this, the poisonous aunt in Tsing Yi couldn't help nodding secretly, this Mo Xuan's cultivation is not like an ordinary monk, Mo Xuan is one and one relaxed, but he integrates rest into his cultivation, the two are combined into one, and in the end, he gets twice the result with half the effort, no wonder he is so young and his cultivation is so high.

Whew-

Immediately, the poisonous aunt in Tsing Yi took out a bottle of crystal clear liquid medicine from the storage ring, and put a palm-sized Xuanjing in her hand. As Tsing Yi Poison Aunt's hands were raised, Xuanjing and the medicinal liquid in the porcelain bottle were lifted into the air.

Tsing Yi Poison Girl's eyes froze, her hands kept sealing, and after forming more than ten handprints, Tsing Yi Poison Aunt said in a low voice: "All the body meridians are relaxed."

When Mo Xuan heard this, he immediately activated the spiritual element in his body, and the spiritual energy kept being transported out, wandering all the meridians in Mo Xuan's body, at this time, it was also the moment when Mo Xuan's body was all relaxed, if it was normal times, it would be impossible for Mo Xuan to do this, because if all the meridians were relaxed, it would be equivalent to relaxing all the vigilance, and it would be fatal for a monk!

After feeling the changes in Mo Xuan's body, the poisonous aunt in Tsing Yi nodded, and with a slap of the two palms, the more than ten handprints that had just formed in mid-air all fused into one and merged into Xuanjing, a white light flashed, and I saw Xuanjing keep buzzing and trembling, and then a wisp of milky white silk thread was pulled out and converged towards Mo Xuan's back and abdomen.

And just as the strands of milky white silk threads converged into Mo Xuan's back and abdomen, the transparent medicinal liquid suspended in mid-air was also slowly pulled out of a thin thread, integrated into those milky white silk threads, and finally converged into Mo Xuan's body.

This process lasted for about an hour, and when the Xuanjing turned into a ball of powder and scattered, and the liquid disappeared, the poisonous girl in Tsing Yi also stopped the seal of the hand.