"An hour? Why does it take an hour to open this space? ”

Mo Ran pursed his mouth and didn't speak, his eyes looking at the teleportation array. Zhao Qing walked up and found that another Spirit Gathering Array had been added under each Array Spirit Stone of this teleportation array. The formation is cleverly conceived, and if a little change is made, it may lead to the collapse of the formation, or even the explosion of the formation.

"My sister has also discovered the special formation here." Mo Ran stepped forward, "I went to Uncle Hemussel's house, and his house is pearls except for pearls, so I don't mind if I go to his treasure trove, I found that there is also a teleportation array like this. Maybe this teleportation array was used to store things in previous years, or it was just a warehouse, but it was not the level of formation that this space had. I doubt ......"

"There's a treasure in this place?"

"Wolf has the key to unlock this treasure there. Either it's too dangerous inside, or he doesn't know he has a treasure yet. ”

Zhao Qing squatted down and touched the formation engraved on it, I don't know how many years this array has existed, but the formation carved on it is still so clear. "But no matter what kind of treasure it is, it's not something we can think about, at least ...... Five hundred years wait for me to reach the late stage of distraction. ”

Mo Ran walked to Zhao Qing and squatted down, looked into her eyes and said seriously, "At that time, I will go in with you." ”

Zhao Qing smiled, and silently inked her head, "Okay, when you reach distraction at that time." ”

Just kidding, 500 years to the point of distraction, and the four spirit roots, even if the opportunity is good, Zhao Qing doesn't believe it, and thinks that he is the kind of demon cultivator who cultivates super simply. It was the ink dye that cultivated the magic skills at that time, and he also gave all the resentment in his soul to Zhao Qing, so that he cultivated unharmed.

For an hour, Zhao Qing didn't know what to do. The beautiful scenery of the lake she saw at night made her creative idea surge. She wanted to recite a poem, but she couldn't say that kind of elegant and temperamental poem. I want to paint, but I don't have a paintbrush......

In the end, Zhao Qing took out a guqin and put it on his lap to play a song of mountains and flowing water. The artistic conception is wrong, but it is the joy of playing. Zhao Qing played one song after another, whatever song came to mind, and the time of an hour gradually became no longer boring.

Leaving the space, Zhao Qing really didn't take anything. Or maybe she'd decided that everything there was ink-stained. Ink Dye put the eagle egg inside, that space can isolate the divine sense, and can also gather the aura, which is a rare place.

Zhao Qing thought that he could only find the shadows of a few demon beasts at the beginning, and he thought that it was also because they entered the space to cultivate.

Left the space. It's time for the day. In the end, under Mo Ran's reluctant gaze, Zhao Qing made him a breakfast in advance and began his own retreat and cultivation.

Cultivation is a long and fast day. When Zhao Qing opened his eyes and cultivated to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, he counted the time, and more than 40 years had passed.

Zhao Qing pushed open the wooden door of the cave, the weather was really good at this time, and the air was sober. The wooden door of the cave is covered with moss, and the wood is strong enough not to rot. I don't know when. There are a lot of creepers growing in the hole in the corner of the wall, and the whole cave is overgrown.

Zhao Qing lifted the creeper that blocked his vision, and saw a black figure running in the direction of Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing almost couldn't recognize the ink dye, at this time, the ink dye was wearing a yellow tiger skin girdle, and his hair was fixed with small rings woven from the leaves of some vines. With a long beard on his face, he looks like a wanderer who has been exploring the rainforest for several years and finally returned.

"What do you look like? It's not pretty. Zhao Qing regretted the first sentence of the meeting, and the villain in his heart was holding a lasagna. She originally wanted to say that in the past few years of her retreat, you have worked hard to dye the ink. But I don't know why. As soon as she saw the ink dyeing, Zhao Qing couldn't say anything about the cold and warmth, and it became something that tasted sarcastic.

Sure enough, I was very excited to see Zhao Qing's ink dyeing. Hearing Zhao Qing's inquiry, he stood there, looking a little uneasy. "In the past few years, I've been negligent in taking care of it in the past few years, I'm sorry."

Zhao Qing was even more embarrassed, in fact, she didn't value the way ink dye looked like this, that is, she just valued it a little bit. It's a little heavier than a mountain, just a little, a little bit of the last few words.

Mo Ran was holding the dagger that Zhao Qing had given him at the moment, as if he was fighting with something before, his hair and other things were messy, and there were still some wounds on his body that were healing. Those wounds were still slowly bubbling with blood, but the skin on the side was smooth and delicate, and there was not even dust, indicating that Mo Dye had already performed several dust removal tricks on himself when he came.

"Come, come here." Zhao Qing beckoned in the direction of Mo Ran, letting Mo Ran get closer to her. When the ink dye didn't know why, the vines on the ink-dyed hair were scattered.

"Come on, I've got some men's tiaras. You're not younger than you're in your 40s, maybe you're in your 50s, you've already reached the age of the crown. Zhao Qing found the bronze crown he had made from the space, carefully combed the ink-dyed hair, and brought it on. After hanging up the beard that was hard at all, he suddenly revealed a young man with a hint of maturity.

More than 40 years have passed, and the appearance of ink dyeing has undergone earth-shaking changes, and he has cultivated to the great consummation of foundation building, and the baby fat on his face is gone, revealing the breath of the most hurried boy.

In the evening, Zhao Qing took out a lot of cloth and made a few magic robes, even **. Because there was no time, Zhao Qing didn't do much work inside, and just cut the clothes to make a delicately sewn dress.

After a while, Mo Dye changed into a new look, wearing a slim dark red warrior suit, with an indescribable temperament. With such a chic temperament, Zhao Qing secretly spit on it, if she goes out, she is guaranteed to be fascinated by a large number of girls.

The place that has been neglected by ink dyeing over the years has been managed in place, and Zhao Qing left here. That's right, it's to leave the space. Spatial cultivation is not a necessary place, but Zhao Qing has not gone back to care for his nephew and apprentice for a long time, this can't wait, in case something happens, he won't know. Or they think that Zhao Qing is dead, and it will be even more of a strange scene.

Zhao Qing didn't plan to bring the ink dye over, she put the ink dye into that space, which could block all spiritual exploration, so that she could really protect the ink dye. Then Zhao Qing calculated the day, and on the day of the Maple Leaf Festival, he broke through the space and returned to Maple City. There are less than 4 years of longevity, and the realm has been consolidated, so happy. (To be continued.) )