More than ten days have passed, and Ting Huan, who has been injected with spiritual power, has basically forgotten what happened to the world, but her name has been retained. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

On that day, the first thing Qingzhan asked when she came with her was, "What's your name?" ”

"Nguyen Dinh Huan"

"Soft, Tinghuan ......"

Looking at the earthly mortal eyes that seemed to be too white and autumn moon, Qing Zhan felt uneasy and uneasy for the first time, which was also a feeling that the Tsutashi Spirit Clan rarely had.

He was "pacing" around the room with his hands behind his back, but he was actually flying. Tinghuan watched in amazement as he flew like a huge blue-green moth, feeling that he had fallen into a strange place.

"How did I get here?" Ruan Tinghuan asked, the voice was a little different from the previous one, like listening to the sound from the water.

Qingzhan was hanging upside down to look at her, Ting Huan had no choice but to look up at his checkered pupils that had no focus, there seemed to be many dark bubbles in it impacting, bursting, and then forming, strange and good-looking, Qingzhan was also looking at Ting Huan's round black pupils, there was a green face with blurred edges inside, it was himself!

It's funny, but it's also very strange to look at each other.

He landed lightly.

He pointed to a mirror hanging on the wall on his right, the mirror was made of flower dew, and he could see the dew shining with colorful light.

Ting Huan took a closer look.

Inside is myself.

Dressed in filial piety clothes, mourning and weeping, followed by a rat-gray and obscene man, the evil in his eyes was obvious.

"Third Uncle Fei!" She covered her mouth and screamed.

Replaying her experience in the mirror, she bit her lower lip and trembled slightly, her face turned pale, and her fists clenched involuntarily.

He actually!

On the first day he lost his mother, he had such evil thoughts! Back then, he had chilblains, and he had no money to treat half of his rotten foot, but his mother kindly gave him a few taels of silver to see a doctor, and now he still has a huge scar on his leg, and he is still not human!

Such violent emotional ups and downs, Qingzhan does not have.

He couldn't see it, but he knew that the mirror couldn't let her look at it anymore, and he only heard the sound of the bubble bursting, and the mirror was blank, leaving only a white rattan frame.

"Forget it all, it will be soon"

After that, Qingzhan took her to meet Qingli......

Ruan Tinghuan stood in the quiet and tall forest, the sunlight leaking through the gaps in the leaves, and the air was incredible.

She already has a quiet and tranquil face like the Tsutashi Spirit Clan, her eyes are huge, with perfect arcs, and her eyelashes are densely curled like a fan.

However, at some point, a pale cyan vein as thin as a gossamer creeped up from the corner of his eye......

"Don't stand in front of the sun!"

Qingmei's voice came from behind him, causing another lark to call a few times, and he was probably mistaken.

"Will it be dangerous?"

"No, it's going to get dehydrated"

The little spirits of the year are all plant primitives, and they must have sunlight but cannot be exposed to the sun.

But Ting Huan looked up at the dotted light, thought about it, and what the senior sister said was always right, so he turned around and came back.

"What will you do?" Qingmei asked.

The vines on her face were looking for sunlight, reaching out to the spot on her right cheek.

In fact, once you get used to it, you don't feel weird.

"Unlock ......"

"What's that?"

Ting Huan thought about it, and he was a little strange, why people couldn't remember, but they still remembered when they opened the lock; Moreover, who did you learn from lockpicking?

But for now, Qingmei is waiting for her answer.

"Hidden locks, all valuable boxes, will be equipped with a lock that is difficult to open, and ordinary people can't get the things inside."

"And what about the owner of the box?"

"He can open it with a key!"

When Ting Huan said the key, his mind buzzed, this word is not something that Xiao Ling can understand.

"You have a lot of ...... Key? ”

"I can open it without a key, I have ...... A room of locks, can be opened" She said, her heart began to panic, why do I have a room of locks, who gave it to me? I can't think of it at all, it's nerve-wracking!

"Oh, that's nothing, I can teach you too, lock their minds in their hearts!"

"Them?"

"Them!" Qingmei pointed to a distant place.

Ting Huan vaguely felt that the place she was pointing to was where she came from, and there were many of them there.

"Lock a thought or thought into their minds, open it when you want it, lock it when you want to lock it"

Ting Huan nodded.

In fact, what Qingmei said was the Yi Gu, the Tsuru Xun Spirit Clan was good at relying on an obsession to put Gu in people's hearts, although it was dexterous, but the control time would not be too long, as for the lock that Ting Huan said, in fact, she didn't really understand.

"It should be fun! I want to learn! ”

"You come ......"

Qingmei led her towards a red wooden arch bridge, a bend in the clear stream that flowed from nowhere, and then to the south, the water was crystal clear, and there were small fish as white as fans and water chestnuts swimming around.

The water surface was steaming with a light blue mist, and Ting Huan blurted out "smoke and green on the waves".

Qingmei glanced at her, this little monster, sometimes very much like "them" and sometimes like "us".

"There's a flower garden fan there, you try to use your spiritual power to make a fall trick and see if it will fall off?"

Qingmei handed her a piece of grass in the shape of bean sprouts, and pointed to a small brown and yellow bird with a floating fan on the top of her head more than ten meters away.

Ting Huan closed her eyes and used the method of opening her spiritual power taught by Qing Zhan, a slightly numb feeling of ant walking started from her chest, and soon spread to her fingertips, Ting Huan drove it with her own desires and fell down!

The flower garden fan shook suddenly, and the fan on his head opened and closed suddenly, still standing firmly on the branches.

"While you feel the spiritual power coming out of your chest, your thoughts should be concentrated at your fingertips......"

Another man's voice came from behind him, a little rumbling, not very clear, not Qingzhan, who was it?

Ting Huan turned around and saw a tall "mushroom coat".

"Lord Xun!" Qingmei stepped forward to salute.

He was dressed in a freckled brown and soft-looking garment, and the dew was dripping with dew that felt like it would break if he picked it lightly.

"Try Again"

"Hmm"

Ting Huan tried again, but this time the flower garden fan didn't even move the crown.

"After all, Qingli's spiritual power is already weak, and most of it has disappeared," Qingmei explained on the side......

"Forget it, there's no hurry, you guys get ready, go to the condensation hall for dinner in the evening!" After speaking, the Lord turned around.

"Hall Master Jiang is back?" Qingmei turned her head sharply.

She had always been calm, but at the moment she was a little uneasy.

Lord Ten gave her a deep look and did not speak.

Ting Huan was hit on the head by something that fell from the sky, it didn't hurt, and a few drops of dew were sprinkled on his face.

It was a goose yellow garment with a pink morning glory in it!

"She should have a dress of her own, too!"

There was a taste of pity in Lord Xun's tone.

"Let's prepare......