Today is more than 5,000 words, or a little sense of achievement, now I'm going to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow, for the sake of working so hard in the imperial city, everyone gives a collection recommendation!

Oh, I forgot to mention, it's a golden finger! It's Goldfinger! It's Goldfinger! Important things are said three times~~

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The preacher glanced at Xu Hao and said, "The biggest intention of today's lecture is to answer this question, I thought no one would ask ......."

When the preacher elder said this, the young man who had asked the first question immediately turned red, and the girl also lowered her head, unable to see her expression. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This problem, every disciple will appear after drawing the talisman many times, of course, due to different talents, the time of discovery is also early and late, the disciples with better talent will notice it in a month, and the slightly worse ones can also be detected after two or three months." Preaching the Elder Sayings.

Xu Hao's heart moved slightly, at that time, he felt that something was wrong on the first day, could it be that he had a good talent in the Nether Talisman vein, but why did he only test the third-grade immortal spirit that day?

"There is a sentence at the beginning of the Immortal Rune Treasure Record, I wonder if you remember?" The preacher asked suddenly.

"But" is poor in books, and the one who exorcises ghosts and gods is a charmer! ”。” Xu Hao said.

The elder nodded approvingly: "The first four words of this sentence are the answer to this question, the so-called poor knowledge of the rune, which means to tell you that to cultivate the way of the rune, not only to observe its shape, but also to understand its meaning, you and other talismans, the shape alone is not enough, only to understand its true meaning, the meaning into the form, can be regarded as truly entering the door of the rune, then everything will naturally be right." ”

"In this case, what should be done to finally understand the meaning and melt the meaning." Xu Hao was completely immersed in the explanation of the elder, and when he saw him stop, he couldn't help but ask.

Who knew that this sermon elder was caressing his beard and smiling without saying a word, Xu Hao immediately came back to his senses and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

This old fox, stop in the middle of speaking, this is not a hanging, and now it will start to charge, where can he go to get a contribution point for a new disciple.

He had long heard that in the sect, whether it was buying spiritual stone pills for cultivation or borrowing magic books, almost every place used contribution points, and their preciousness was even more precious than that of mortal coins.

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Back at his residence, Xu Hao began to worry about contributing points, and generally speaking, the only way to get contribution points was to do tasks.

In the sect, each peak has a corresponding task pavilion, and every day there will be a variety of countless tasks released for disciples to choose, as long as the task is completed, you can get the contribution points given by the publisher.

The next day, early in the morning, Xu Hao rushed to the mission pavilion of the Netherworld Peak, who knew that there were people earlier than him, at this moment the task pavilion was already full of people, in addition to ordinary disciples like Xu Hao, even those disciples who entered the room also gathered here, it can be seen that the contribution point is very attractive to the disciples, and even from the point of view of the matter of the fees charged by the elders of the scriptures, the elders of the eighth generation are also in short supply of this contribution point.

The arrangement in the mission pavilion is very peculiar, like an octahedron, with a total of eight stone walls, and there are countless dense lines of handwriting on each stone wall, the light flickers, and sometimes jumps, and a new line of words replaces the previous handwriting.

Xu Hao stood under each stone wall for more than half an hour, and after half a day, he walked out of the mission pavilion with an extremely ugly face.

"Damn, these tasks require at least the cultivation of the first layer of the spirit gathering ......" Xu Hao scolded in a low voice, and after returning to his residence, he sat in a daze for a long time with his eyes flashing, and finally took out a pen and paper and wrote it stroke by stroke.

In his room, Xu Hao's eyes were bloodshot, panting, his right hand was holding the pen tightly, drawing talismans page after page on the paper, and the green tendons on his hands burst out one by one, as if he had used great strength, as if he wanted to break the pen in his hand.

"Poor knowledge! Poor ...... There is a saying in the mortal world, read it a hundred times, and its meaning is self-evident, I don't believe it, and I can't know the meaning of these three runes written tens of millions of times. Xu Hao's personality was already a little stubborn, but now he is ruthless, and he is out of control.

Drawing and painting, his spirit was concentrated like never before, and there was no room for anything outside in his eyes, only the three runes, coming and going, inside and out, these three runes were like turning into countless stars, crashing into his mind.

With a "boom", Xu Hao's head shook, and there was a sudden trance in front of him, and he couldn't help but close it, and when he opened it again, he was suddenly taken aback.

"What is this place?"

Xu Hao screamed in shock, he found that this place was not in his room, but in a vast desert, a round of scorching sun above his head was emitting a scorching light scorching the earth, the extreme high temperature made the surrounding air continue to evaporate, distorted, and after a while, Xu Hao's whole body was soaked with sweat.

He couldn't help but wonder if he was too tired these days, so he hallucinated, but it was all too real, he pinched his arm hard, gasped in pain, and his whole body was still sweating, almost trying to heat him to death, this could not be fake......

"What the hell is going on, why did I suddenly appear in such a place......"

One question after another popped up, but obviously there was no answer, and it didn't take long for him to have to face the reality, if he continued like this, he would die of heat, and he could only find a way out, he chose a direction and staggered down in the sand.

Like all deserts, this desert is also very vast, you can't see the edge, there is yellow sand in your eyes, along the way, Xu Hao also saw a lot of white bones exposed in the yellow sand, and suddenly a trace of despair was born in his heart......

I don't know how long I walked, one day, two days...... Or a month! Xu Hao stopped, he had already found out that something was wrong, although all the feelings here were real, the scorching heat was like a kind of torture, he felt that he had been roasted all the time, but Xu Hao gradually found that here, he ...... Can't die!

That's right, he just can't die, if a day or two is still reasonable, but for a month, he still maintains this state, it seems a little abnormal!

On this day, Xu Hao simply sat down on a sand dune, he felt very tired, the scorching sun on his head burned him almost wanted to die, but he just couldn't die, he sat there for a long time, without saying a word, and then he suddenly jumped up and jumped and scolded at God, sat down when he was tired, rested for a long time, and pointed at God and scolded......

After three days like this, Xu Hao gradually accepted his fate, although he couldn't die, he couldn't leave.

Here, he really had nothing to do, and suddenly thought of what he was doing before he came in, so he drew the three runes with his fingers on the sand.

Since then, Xu Hao has been sitting in the sand, writing by hand, drawing runes, sometimes he is halfway through the painting, there will be a gust of wind blowing, blowing the sand away, at first he was irritable and unbearable, but many times, he found that no matter how angry he was, it would not help, and being angry would only make him uncomfortable, so he simply ignored it, and when the wind stopped, he drew again.