Squeak......

Pushing open the door, a musty smell emanated from the house, Xie Yan instinctively stretched out his hand, wanting to release a dust removal technique, but soon he stopped, first, his current identity is just an old master, and secondly, mana consumption, in this world, every bit of mana is incomparably precious, and it can be used to save lives at critical moments, so naturally it can't be as extravagant as the outside world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's dirty."

Xie Yan smiled bitterly, gave up the idea of releasing the dust removal technique, and cleaned up by himself.

This long-lost feeling seems to have made Xie Yanzhen suddenly change from a high-ranking tribulation immortal to a powerless old master.

Time, in this silent process, little by little, Xie Yan gradually adapted to the identity of Tang Fuzi, as time passed, many times he forgot his other identity, as if he was originally this old master who taught.

And so a year passed.

In a year, Xie Yan hadn't used mana once, and because of the existence of Goatee's old friend, he had more or less understood the power of this world.

Wizard Painter!

The so-called witch painter is not acquired, but a congenital decision, people who can become witch painters, as soon as they are born, there will be visions, this kind of people are born superior, they can control a kind of power through witch paintings that ordinary people can't touch, they call this power painting ghosts.

Wizard painters are divided into three realms, which are the painting skin, the painting of bones and even the final painting of the soul.

The Tie Muzhou and Adalin that Xie Yan met before were not even in the realm of painting skin to be precise. Because none of them are witches. The innate soul determines that they cannot become strong. The mirror that Xie Yan and the Stygian Blood didn't understand is actually a medium, and people who don't have the ability of a wizard must use the medium to summon power, and the growth is also very limited, not only that, but the power of imitation also needs to master a kind of witch script to use, this kind of witch script. It is generally in the hands of princes and emperors, and an old poor acid like Xie Yan can't be touched at all.

"Witch Painting ......"

Sitting in the room, Xie Yan slept on the recliner, looking like he was pretending to sleep, but inside his head was thinking about the power of the wizard.

That kind of power of painting Dao is very similar to his mysterious brush, as well as the Yanyu family before the great change of Yan Kingdom, but it is a little different, the power of painting Dao that Xie Yan has come into contact with is all to use mana or true yuan to urge. And this world has no vitality at all, let alone magic power and true yuan.

For Xie Yan. If he wants to get out of here, he must regain his strength, otherwise no amount of plans will be in vain.

He didn't believe that the few people standing at the top of this world didn't know the essence of this world, and since those of them knew, they would definitely find a way to leave, so in the hands of this group of people, they must have the means to leave this world, and if Xie Yan wanted to get in touch with this group of people, he must have the same strength.

Slowly cultivating the power of a shaman's hand will definitely not work.

As far as Xie Yan knows, it has taken a full sixty years for Goatee's cultivation to now, don't look at his appearance that he is about sixty years old, this old guy is already ninety-three years old, but because of the existence of the power of the wizard, he looks younger.

After more than sixty years of cultivation to the realm of painting skin, what about the realm of painting bones? What about painting the soul realm?

If you really want to cultivate step by step, it will take at least five hundred years, not to mention whether you can live that long, even if you really live, Xie Yan has also cultivated all the way to the realm of painting souls, but if you really have to wait until that time, the daylily is cold, and when he goes out, the demon child may have died a long time ago, and the address of the robbery materials purchased from Tianji Pavilion has long been invalidated, and the accumulation of more than five hundred years, if you go out, you will have to face the second Scattered Immortal Tribulation, in the absence of any robbery materials, it is no different from looking for death.

Xie Yan didn't want to die, so he had to find a way to leave early.

Besides, if he really wants to cultivate step by step, it is impossible, according to Goatee's description, this realm is not something that can be improved if he wants to, it has an innate soul limit, like himself, the realm of painting skin in this life is the peak, and it will never be possible to break through without a big opportunity. Of course, not all of them are bad here, at least the power of the Heavenly Tribulation can't be shrouded here, and Xie Yan can find a way to cross the Tribulation with peace of mind.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open.

A little girl in a small red cotton jacket poked her head in from outside the door, and when she saw Xie Yan lying on the bamboo chair sleeping, she tiptoed in, grabbed one of Xie Yan's beards, and was about to pull it.

"Girl, if you pull Grandpa Tang's beard again, it's really gone."

Xie Yan smiled bitterly, opened his eyes and said to the little girl.

Looking at this little girl, Xie Yan's eyes showed a hint of pity. This little girl's name is Yuanyuan, the source of origin. Xie Yan didn't know why the girl's parents gave him this name, but she just called it that. Xiao Yuanyuan is the child of the family next door to Donald Lao's master, the family of three was safe, but disaster struck the sky, three months ago, a fire burned all Xiao Yuanyuan's parents to death, and the little girl's life was big, and Xie Yan saved her.

At that time, Xie Yan used the strength of ordinary people to save him, and he didn't think that this little girl would survive, but this girl was hard-lived, and after three days of survival, she survived. Later, Goatee intervened and expelled her injuries and removed all the burns, but no matter what, the little girl became an orphan and had no relatives.

The old mayor of Liao looked at the child pitifully, and saw that Xie Yan was alone, so he gave this girl to Xie Yan for adoption.

Xie Yan couldn't refuse, so he accepted this little girl, and also changed her name, changing Yuanyuan to Yuanyuan, the circle of reunion, and the surname was naturally the same as Xie Yan's changing Old Master Tang, and changed his name to Tang Yuanyuan.

After experiencing the initial pain, this little girl gradually recognized Xie Yan as her grandfather, and regarded Xie Yan as the only relative in this world.

After getting along for a long time, Xie Yan also fell in love with this little girl, and unconsciously always regarded her as his relative, this feeling was never experienced by his brother at the beginning, and the admiration made Xie Yan feel emotional, and also made Xie Yan's mood have an inexplicable change.

He knew that this was an uplift in his state of mind, because he had never experienced this kind of feeling before.

For low-level monks, the state of mind is not important, because it is useless, and for high-level monks, especially those above the Yuan Infant stage, the existence of the state of mind directly affects their promotion, such as the Transformation of the Divine Monk, the most important thing is the Transformation of the Yuan Infant into the God, and the first step of the Transformation of the God is to cut the emotion and transform into the God, and the life without emotion is incomplete.

"Grandpa, don't always lie in the house, Grandpa Cai said, you have to go out and walk around more, so that you can live a long life."

Although the little girl is only seven years old, her tone of voice is like a little adult.

That kind of sincere emotion made Xie Yan sigh even more, compared to the deceitful immortal cultivation world, this girl's heart was like a clear spring, washing his soul.

"Grandpa is old and can't walk anymore, when the girl grows up, will you help grandpa go out for a walk?"

Xie Yan touched the little girl's head, said with a smile, the little girl's head was crooked, and after thinking about it, she would run to the side and bring a small bench, sit next to Xie Yan, and then reached out and took out a maltose from Zhang Xixi's little padded jacket.

"Grandpa eats, and after eating, he will have strength."

Xie Yan's eyes were sour when he saw this, this maltose was made of goatee and was given to the little girl to eat, but he just said a perfunctory word casually, and the little girl took out the thing and opened it to him.

"Grandpa is not hungry, grandpa can still walk."

Xie Yan stood up and took the little girl out for a walk. This is what he does every day, even if he forgets, the little girl will remind him. It's just that the body he has changed, everything is the same as that of Old Master Tang, and after more than a year, the old legs and feet have become more and more weak. In fact, Xie Yan could completely recover his body, but in this way, it would inevitably attract the attention of the goatee, so Xie Yan did not do it.

Nothing to say for a day.

After nightfall, Xie Yan lay down early, and the little girl saw that Xie Yan was asleep, so she cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, quietly closed the door and went out.

"Hey, this girl ....."

After the little girl went out, Xie Yan sat up, where was there a little bit of weakness during the day. After sitting up, Xie Yan didn't rush out, but listened attentively, he didn't use his divine sense, because there was no need for that, in the past, when he walked in the martial arts, he could judge everything about the enemy by his voice, and now it is still extremely easy to use.

After the little girl fell asleep, Xie Yan pushed open the window and flew out lightly.

After a few ups and downs, Xie Yan came to a small mansion on the west side of the town.

This is the residence of the goatee, Xie Yan has been monitoring this place for a long time, every night Xie Yan will come here, secretly observe the goatee to cultivate witch painting supernatural powers, after thinking about it for such a long time, Xie Yan understands more or less, but there is still a long way to go before it is really used.

Inside the room, Goatee didn't notice Xie Yan lurking outside, and just shook the bell in his hand to himself.

Every time he shook the bell, the painting ghost ink eagle would be clear one point, three points at a time, and each point was divided into three sound waves, but unfortunately, Xie Yan was not proficient in music rhythm, otherwise he might be able to find some tracks.

The goatee shook like this for a whole hour, and then the lights went out and he fell asleep.

Xie Yan returned the same way, and after returning to the house, he quickly tied the door, returned to the bed, and took out the mirror.

"That unknown force should be a frequency, whether it is a painting, a bell, or a word, it is just a medium to contact with that power." (To be continued.) )