Thinking of this, Xie Yan wrote aside all the possible words that he had come into contact with before, but none of them could cause changes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info sat on the bed, Xie Yan frowned, he always felt as if he had missed something important, recalling every detail of the previous goatee sacrifice and painting ghosts, suddenly, Xie Yan remembered a detail.

That is, the goatee always grinds his index finger before summoning the ghost.

It looks like an ordinary action, but it hides a big secret.

"Is it blood?"

Xie Yan's eyes lit up, and he realized instantly.

Thinking of this, he bit his index finger and took out the mirror that he snatched from Tie Muzhou's hand, this is a medium magic weapon, which needs to be refined with special materials, ordinary people don't know the refining method at all, let alone the composition of the material, but fortunately, he already has one in his hand, so after understanding the goatee's technique, he directly began to experiment.

Recalling the witch text drawn by them during the battle before, Xie Yan stretched out his index finger and carefully wrote on the mirror.

It's been more than a year, and ordinary people can't remember it at all, but Xie Yan is an immortal cultivator, a catastrophe and a scattered immortal, as long as he remembers it, he can recall it clearly.

"The word... Something like the word 'sword'? ”

I don't know why, when writing this witch text, a thought popped up in Xie Yan's mind, this is the power that communicates with the fist of the ancestral witch, but the fist of the ancestral witch is the fist of the body, Xie Yan doesn't understand what the relationship between the two is, or is it that in that broken mythological era, the legend of the ancestral witch has changed?

It was drawn in one stroke, at the moment when Xie Yan finished writing this word. The air was visibly rippling. Like ripples.

Then a cold wind blew by. Chilly.

Xie Yan was overjoyed in his heart, it seemed that the direction was right, the cold wind just now was not blowing naturally, you must know that Xie Yan's doors and windows were all closed, and the wind was cold and extremely abnormal, it was very likely that it was the 'ghost wind' sent by the summoned painting ghost, just because of the lack of strength. That's why it's not visible.

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with the direction, but there is a lack of strength...... But how did the power of this wizard painter cultivate? ”

Xie Yan put down the mirror and pondered.

Wizard painters and cultivators are completely different, they have no mana and no true element, and their physical bodies are also extremely weak, and the elderly wizards are all skinny, as if only skin and bones are left, but their spirit is very sufficient, which is an abnormal cultivation method. It's extreme, but extreme brings benefits. That is to be powerful, to be powerful beyond all else.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, the little girl woke up Xie Yan, a seven-year-old child, actually made breakfast, although it was very delicious, and there were things to make paste, but Xie Yan still finished eating everything, looking at the little girl's red face, Xie Yan touched her head, and got up and went out.

Xie Yan came to Goatee's residence as usual.

When he came, Old Mayor Liao was already here.

"Brother Tang, you're a little late today." Old Mayor Liao said.

The old man said that he was the mayor of the town, but in fact he was an older man with a high level of authority in this town. In fact, in this kind of ancient town, the elders generally have a relatively high status, and the same is true of Xie Yan's changing Old Man Tang, he also has Old Man Liao, Goatee, these three people are the highest seniors in the town, and if there is anything on weekdays, the three of them will discuss and decide.

"When I'm old, it's inevitable that it's a little inconvenient, which makes my brother laugh." Xie Yan walked to his usual place and sat down.

In front is a stone table, the table is full of black, white and gray three-color chess pieces, this is a special kind of chess, called three-line chess, five elements with three, is a broken chess game, it is said that this chess game hides a big secret, if someone can complete the five elements, you can turn the dragon into heaven, a fly into immortals. Of course, this is just a legend, this three-line chess has been nearly 10,000 years from Chinese New Year's Eve to now, for thousands of years, I have never heard of anyone who can understand anything from this chess piece, but the legend has gradually been forgotten, and today's three-line chess has long become a small means for the elderly to maintain their health.

"Come on, come on, and then yesterday, it's time for me to fall, right?" The old man Cai with a goatee pulled through the chess jar, grabbed the gray chess pieces that belonged to him, and was about to land.

Xie Yan and Old Man Liao smiled and followed suit.

"Old man Tang, that girl in your family is still obedient, right? If you can't afford it, just raise it for me, old man, I just don't need a granddaughter. Old man Liao left a son and chatted casually.

People who play chess are bored, and all that is left of them is small talk except for playing chess.

Xie Yan's understanding of this world is basically heard from goatee in the process of playing chess, of course, this is also related to the fact that he can guide, the topic of a year is slowly asked, if Xie Yan is in a hurry, ask too much in one breath, I am afraid that Goatee will pay attention, no one who can become a wizard painter is stupid.

"Don't even think about it, our family is round and baby." Xie Yan fell and responded casually.

"Haha, I didn't want to take it in at the beginning, but now I can't bear it, it's okay, when the girl is twelve years old, we will ask Old Man Cai to pray for him and plant a blessing seal." The mayor of the town, Old Man Liao, just said casually, he didn't really want to adopt the little girl, their wife was very stingy, and the little girl must have had a bad time in the past.

"Twelve years old, I don't know if I can wait until that day." Xie Yan's eyes flickered and began to guide the topic.

"Why can't you wait, the little girl is seven years old this year, and she will be able to pray for blessings in another five years, I see that you can live for at least another ten years." Goatee said with a smile, he had just eaten a large piece of white chess pieces from Xie Yan, and now he was in a happy mood.

"Ten years, who knows."

Xie Yan's attention was not on the chessboard, so he made another mistake, and just continued to ask.

"Brother Cai, I heard that you need to summon a ghost when praying for blessings, and the effect of praying for blessings after blessings also has a lot to do with the ghosts you summon, isn't it true?"

"Yes, it's a pity that my painting ghost is an ink eagle, not a humanoid painting ghost, otherwise, the effect of praying for blessings will be better." Goatee said casually.

For ordinary people, these three moves are health chess, but for witch painters like Goatee, it also has the effect of warming and painting ghosts, so he plays much more seriously than Xie Yan.

"Humanoid ghosts? Then why didn't Brother Cai summon a humanoid ghost? After talking nonsense for so long, Xie Yan finally asked what he wanted to ask. (To be continued.) )