Without the back of the white clothes, everyone gradually became active. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info from time to time someone asked the two old men in yellow shirts some questions. Although the old man in the yellow shirt had an amiable smile, he didn't say much about the internal affairs of the Chaoyun Sect.

When I got out of the jungle, I saw people, most of them wearing gray clothes and trousers. The more I walked towards the main hall, I gradually saw those white clothes that were wearing the same as Yuan Yi and the back. It's just that a hundred people wear white clothes, but they have a hundred postures.

The old man in the yellow shirt led everyone forward, attracting sideways glances from time to time. Walked through the pavilion, went around the pavilion, I don't know how many doors I passed, and finally got the glorious hall. The three characters of the seal on the door "Chaoyang Palace" are awe-inspiring.

The old man in the yellow shirt said a few words to the hall guard, and everyone waited for a long time in His Highness. I saw a lot of characters coming out of the hall, some men and women, some old and young, all dressed in white, they should be disciples of Chaoyun Sect.

Then the people were allowed to enter the temple.

On the top of the main hall, there is one person sitting on the upper seat, and everyone on the left and right, all of them have solemn expressions, and an empty seat is left on the left.

The old man in the yellow shirt bowed to the person sitting on the throne and said, "I've seen the sect master." ”

This person is the Sect Master of Chaoyun Sect, Xudaozi, he has no too many expressions on his face, he is dressed in a Taoist robe, rigorous and majestic.

The old man in the yellow shirt saluted the people sitting on the left and said, "I have seen four palms. ”

Then he turned to the Chaoyun Sect Sect Master Xudaozi and said, "The people who have been selected this time are already here. ”

In the main hall, there was a solemn atmosphere, and after everyone entered, they breathed and their hearts beat nonstop, and they only stood with their heads bowed.

The hall was silent, silent, and for a while, only the old man in the yellow shirt respectfully reported.

"Hmm." Xudaozi replied in a deep voice.

The voice not only penetrated into the hearts of the people, but also hovered in the temple.

When Zheng Wan heard this, he suddenly felt uncertain, as if there was an invisible pressure squeezing his mind. She flashed left and right, and found that several people had already shown difficulty and confusion in their eyes, and several people had already stood unsteadily, shaking slightly.

After a while, the void Daozi said in a deep voice: "Mr. Painting Bone is here." ”

As soon as his words fell, he heard laughter outside the hall and said, "You old boy, what do you do with some children, what are you doing to me?" ”

The person who came was a little old man in a gray robe, with thin and small eyes, a white beard three inches long, a smile on his face, strode in, sat down on the vacant seat, glanced at the children standing on the side, and showed impatience, squinted and said: "There are so many people, I want to be tired to death." ”

The little old man didn't save any face for Xudaozi when he spoke, but Xudaozi's face remained the same as before, and he said in a deep voice: "Let's start." ”

The little old man glanced at Mr. Yellow Shirt. The old man in the yellow shirt turned to the people standing beside him, "Come to the gentleman one by one in order." ”

Zheng Wan was still standing behind the crowd, and when he saw the young man who went up first, standing in front of the little old man, there seemed to be uneasiness in his eyes.

The little old man took out a foot-long paintbrush out of nowhere, licked it in his mouth, and a red ink stone came from his left hand. As soon as the brush dipped into the inkstone, it seemed to be about to be applied to the young man. The young man didn't know why, and saw that his figure seemed to be about to retreat, but he couldn't retreat, and his ugly color was a little ugly, probably because he hated the little old man's saliva.

It's just that the brush didn't fall on the boy's body, only about half an inch in front of him, and then the little old man moved up and down, left and right, as if following some kind of unique trajectory, and then the red color of the tip of the pen also stayed in front of the boy half an inch.

In a moment, the red shadow in front of the suspended young man also showed a vague appearance, which seemed to be exactly the same as the young man, the little old man casually stopped the pen in his hand, and the red shadow gathered like smoke and fell into the little old man's palm, and there was already a small piece of wood in the palm.

What is vaguely written on the wood chips, it is not for Zheng Guan to see clearly, Mr. Bone? Is this a painting of bones? Zheng Guan said in his heart, and then met Bai Yun's worried gaze.

She shook her head slightly, and held his hand tightly, telling him not to worry and to see what was going on. What Bai Yun is worried about is probably the "painted bones", since the phantom painted by "painted bones" will be the same as his own appearance, what will Zheng Guan's face look like when he is covered with skin? If the face painted was different from what others saw, although she did not intend to deceive, but this matter must be inappropriate for her to apprentice to Chaoyun Sect.

While thinking about it, another young man had already gone up, using the same technique, but what appeared in front of him was a red color, and he couldn't see his appearance.

Seeing this, Zheng Guan's first thought was what was the purpose of this little old man's "painting bones"? As more and more people went up, the red shadows that appeared in front of each person were also different, some could see some of their own appearances, and some were just a general outline.

But Zheng Guan caught the expression of the old man in the yellow shirt, and when he saw the clear red shadow of the human form, he was a little happy, and he felt a little sorry when he saw the red shadow that could not become a human form. By some inference, it should be advantageous that there is a red shadow and clarity.

A group of twenty-eight, divided into four rows, Shi Yin stood in the third row, it was Zheng Wan in front of him, after he went up, he was "painted" by the little old man, when he came back, Zheng Wan stared at the wood chip in his hand, he seemed to be conscious, and when he returned to the column, he lowered his hand to look at Zheng Guan.

On its last seal "pseudo" word, there are four up and down columns, the same length of the same crossbar on the side, the spacing of the upper three is the same, the spacing between the last root and the third root is twice as large as the spacing between the second and third roots.

After a while, it was the fourth row's turn, and Bai Yun looked at Zheng Wan worriedly from time to time.

Zheng Wan nodded, thinking about the face, if she couldn't see the red shadow drawn clearly, it wouldn't matter, but I was afraid that it would be clear, so in order to prevent a suspicion of deception, she could only admit it when she went up.

When the first person in the fourth row went up and came back, he heard the little old man shout, "I'm annoyed, why are there so many?" ”

Then he strode and fell in three or two steps where the people were standing. When the people saw him in a hurry, they scattered to both sides.

The little old man went straight to the remaining six people who had not been painted, and when he opened his mouth, a drop of blood flew out of his mouth, and went straight into the paintbrush, and the brush immediately brushed the red ink stone, and then it was swayed a foot away from the six people.

This incident was beyond Zheng Guan's expectations, the little old man was extremely fast, and he didn't leave a chance for her to speak, and since the brush moved, Zheng Guan felt that his whole body was stiff, as if he was frozen, and he couldn't make a sound.

Her heart was beating faster, and she could only stare at the red shadow in front of her that was larger and darker than just now, faceless, and slightly humanoid. However, after three breaths, the little old man stopped his brush, pushed with his left hand, and the red shadow turned into six with one, and retreated to an inch in front of the six people, and then the red shadow gradually changed in front of everyone, some became clear, and some became blurred.

Zheng Wan watched the red shadow in front of her become blurred, but he was relieved, but he caught a glimpse of the red shadow of the white cloud on her side was extremely clear, clearer than everyone present, and the old man in the yellow shirt looked happy.

Even the Sect Master of Chaoyun Sect, who had been expressionless all the time, was slightly overjoyed, and couldn't help but say, "Okay." ”

Zheng Guan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Like the people before him, the red shadow then melted into the wood chips in the little old man's hands, and the wood chips were then handed over to everyone.

Zheng Guan saw that the wood chip in his hand was a "pseudo" word, and there were five horizontal bars equidistant on its side. However, the wood chip of Baiyun is a "sky" character, and there is only a horizontal bar on its side.

The position of the horizontal bar on the wood chip is the same, and the horizontal bar of Baiyun is the position of Zheng Guan's third horizontal bar.

"Mr. Painted Bone has worked hard." At the right time, the voice outside the hall sounded, following the sound, he was stepping into an old man, full of heaven, with a look of interest and a calm demeanor, and he was smiling and sitting in the seat where the little old man was sitting. followed by a person, whom Zheng Guan recognized, was the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt who was tested yesterday.

At this moment, the little old man's face was already slightly pale, and it seemed that what he had just done had taken a lot of energy.

After the old man sat down, he took out a small bottle out of nowhere and motioned for the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt to give it to the little old man.

When the little old man saw the small bottle, his eyes lit up, and before the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt approached, he stepped forward, holding the small bottle in his arms, lest the old man regret taking the small bottle away.

"Three pieces of Jiangxue Dan to comfort Mr." The old man laughed.

The little old man grinned, revealing his notched front teeth, and said, "I'll go to your place for tea another day," and then waved his hand to Chaoyun Sect Master Xudaozi, shouting: "Old boy, old brother, I'm leaving." ”

Before the voice fell, the little old man disappeared as soon as he slipped away.

The eyes of the Void Daozi in the hall were empty, but he asked the old man, "Why did Ye Zhangfeng come?" ”

Ye Zhangfeng did not answer immediately, but looked at the crowd.

Zheng Wan felt that blazing gaze for the first time, followed by everyone's suspicious gaze.

Ye Zhangfeng said loudly, "Listening to Shao Yi, among the candidate disciples this time, one of them knows a little about medical science, so he will come and take a look." ”