Ao Suo pointed to the nearest pair of words beside him, the big word "compassion" in the book, concise and clear, and the corners were clear. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are small pieces of money next to them, and a cinnabar seal underneath them.

"If you can make ink for Mr. Junyu, this old pine can be regarded as having a place to die." He nodded, complimenting.

Mr. Junyu laughed: "Yes, yes, this painting is made of ink made of a century-old pine that was split by lightning and lost its vitality on the mountain behind me." ”

"This painting is full of spirit, especially the dark blue color of this old pine ink black species is extremely charming, it is a good product, but it is a pity that it is ......."

Junyu and Du Lao were puzzled, and asked in unison, "What is the pity?" ”

Ao Suo said: "It's a pity that the well water shouldn't be used to dissolve the old pine ink, so that it lacks a lot of aura." ”

Mr. Junyu said: "You don't know this, I use the platform well water on Yourong Peak, this water is cold, full of spiritual energy, and my old pine ink that has absorbed the essence of thunder and fire can be described as a harmony of yin and yang, complementing each other." ”

Ao Suo pursed his lips and smiled, silently, and dug into his sleeve.

"Mr. Jun, please look at this." He took out a small porcelain vase with light blue ice cracks from his sleeve and handed it to Junyu.

Junyu took it, and felt different when he started.

It's so cold!

I wanted to open it to see what was going on, and I just opened the cork made of nephrite, and there was a lot of cool air coming out of it.

"In this bottle is the rootless water between heaven and earth, not rain, but condensed with the condensation palm method and the abundant spiritual energy of the heavenly mountains, and it took seven seven and forty-nine days to refine this small bottle."

Of course, Mr. Junyu knows the goods and is busy praising them.

"Yes, this rootless fruit is really better than the well water of the platform well!" happily holding the little blue bottle and not putting it down, he looked at it repeatedly.

Ao Suo made a gesture of please, meaning that this thing will be given to you.

The two of them naturally pushed politely.

Junyu thought about it, and spent so much energy, just to ask himself for a favor, is this favor really so helpful?

I wanted to put down the things in my hand, but unfortunately my body didn't seem to be obedient, and after a few seconds of contradicting each other, the little blue bottle still received it in his sleeve.

Junyu straightened his sleeves, as if the person who was overjoyed with the little blue bottle just now was not him.

He said with a straight face: "Brother Ao, what are you doing this time, you might as well say it bluntly, what you can do, you should do your best." ”

It would be too unreasonable to eat people with a short mouth and a soft hand, and not take the initiative.

That's when Ao Suo told the story.

"Ao wants to ask Mr. Junyu to find someone for us."

"Looking for someone?"

Finding people and things is the last skill in divination, not to mention him, even the most basic beginner disciple, and he can also be competent in either or two.

Why bother so much to find yourself? If it's not because this person is hard to find, it's because they have collective hysteria.

He still said: "I would like to hear about it." ”

"Please Mr. Jun find the Golden God Candle Yin."

Burst!

Junyu felt a lot of pressure, and dared to love this person not hysteria, but completely crazy.

The little blue bottle vaguely exuded a hint of alluring coolness in his sleeve, Junyu felt that the incident was very tricky, so how to fool this big nerve next?

Du Lao saw his expression in his eyes, and couldn't help but say slightly: "Jun Zhangyuan, do you think this matter is feasible?" ”

Jun Yu suddenly realized that there was an old man Du next to him, what was going on, one or two of them were crazy.

Mr. Du is highly respected, Mr. Junyu had no choice but to bite the bullet and said in embarrassment: "This, that's the case, looking for someone is the most taboo to touch the edge, even if there is no birthday, at least there must be the person's physical characteristics, surname and name." ”

"The eight characters of the birthday are still counted, just talk about the appearance. Although the statues of the four gods of creation have been circulated among the people, they have changed for a thousand miles, and there are more than 100 kinds of shapes, and some of them are still molded according to the appearance of the living people, which cannot be used as a reference at all. ”

"Besides, when it comes to who the surname is, we all know that the golden god's name is Candle Yin, but this is a title after all, and it is not accurate."

"This ......, with all due respect, is really impossible to find."

Old Man Du and Ao Suo looked at each other.

Old Man Du took out a long roll of something from his sleeve.

Unfolded carefully, it was painted with a heroic and brave man, wearing red and white bright light armor, and a sturdy Terutsuki white with a tame head bowed behind him.

The man's face was wheat-colored, his eyebrows were frowned, and his eyes were closed, as if he had indescribable worries.

Jun Yu suddenly felt that this person was familiar: "This is ......?" ”

Ao Suo's expression didn't seem to be fake: "Mr. Jun might as well use this person's appearance to find out." ”

"Looking for whom?" Junyu was a little confused.

Du Lao nodded firmly: "Look for the Golden God Candle Yin." ”

***

Yuan Qinqin and the sisters of the Huang family walked all the way down the courtyard with Rong Feng, passed through the garden they had walked through before, and took away the food box inside by the way.

The place where Lin Wenzhi lives is no longer the original collective dormitory, but a separate room.

And there are two special disciples who are responsible for taking care of him.

Lin Wenzhi's injuries recovered quickly, and after these two days, all the wounds were scarred.

But he knew one thing very clearly in his mind, someone helped him, and that person's voice was completely Yuan Qinqin!

The events of that day seemed to him to be another strange experience entirely.

Just as he was dying, about to be bitten by the ink bear in the neck, a purple thing suddenly flew over and rushed between his eyebrows.

The speed of this thing was very fast, and he estimated that the people around him should not have seen it.

Then his body no longer belonged to him, and a voice sounded in his head, giving out one absolutely powerful command.

His spirit was completely suspended by this purple qi, and he who was about to faint was inspired by such a moment, and he actually survived to win.

He still remembered the feeling that the spiritual power in his body was constantly circulating, like a vat of stagnant water being poured into rivers, lakes and seas.

All of them came to life in an instant.

The meridians and blood vessels were boiling happily, and the word "retreat" was forcefully drawn from the soft tip of the spirit pen, flying towards the enemy as if it were substance.

That feeling ......, that feeling .......

"Brother Lin, we're coming to see you!" A crisp and sweet voice suddenly jumped out, startling Lin Wenzhi.

What is this sound?

Three girls came in with this voice, one of whom was a little older, with big eyes and a round face.

The one holding a food box in her hand was a girl in yellow, and the one in blue followed behind the yellow, smiling.

"...... Yuan, Senior Sister Yuan." Lin Wenzhi's eyes looked at the person who came first.

The indescribable joy and doubt in my heart.

He had only just learned the art of drawing, and he could only use it to draw simple circles and the like.

Betting with others is also the result of rushing out of words, and what he thinks in his heart is that he will definitely lose.

But I didn't expect to win like this, did Yuan Qinqin help herself?

He looked eagerly at the visitor. (To be continued.) )