Wang Sheng's expression was very solemn and sincere when he preached, and the woman in white nodded with a teachable face, carefully packed up the half-finished scroll and the list of materials, and respectfully asked dozens of mage warriors to send Wang Sheng to live in a separate small building not far away.

This small building is very elegantly furnished, the beds are made of top-grade silk satin, Wang Sheng has not seen the bed for several months, he only feels that these things in front of him are so kind, he pounced on it, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

Wang Sheng slept for seven or eight hours, and did not wake up until noon the next day. A dozen magicians who had been guarding outside the door saw movement in the house, so they asked the maid to bring a large bucket of bath water, and also brought wine, meat, food, and a new set of clothes.

Wang Sheng temporarily deceived the woman in white and relieved the danger of his life, so he started the idea of 'Phantom Mirage' again, since he had already lived in Chen's house, whether it was cheating or stealing, there was no reason to leave empty-handed. In this way, if he comes, he will be safe, so he will sink his heart and water to rub the bath, and open his mouth to eat, and mix two meals of food and clothing first.

Three days later, two magicians knocked on the door and walked into the house, holding a black leather hat and a scroll painted with formations, saying that the eldest lady had asked him to perform a 'flywheel storm'. Wang Sheng knew that it was the woman in white who was suspicious of it, and he didn't refuse, and put on his hat and punched out more than a dozen small crescents.

To say that this kind of scroll of the Chen family is really magical, after a flash of light, it sucked all those 'flywheel storms' into it, and in the circular pattern in the middle of the scroll, a few distorted lines were printed. The surrounding mage guards, seeing that Wang Sheng's tricks were so sharp, all showed envious expressions, and their attitudes were much softer.

Since he wanted to act in a complete set, Wang Sheng put down this scroll, made a simple set of compass rulers, and redrew an apocryphal 'Flying Technique'. After the painting was finished, he picked up the scroll and began to tremble, and shouted loudly: "Whoever has a magic crystal, hurry up and bring one, this kind of garbage material really can't withstand our clan's secret method." ”

Wang Sheng's performance was very real, and he secretly squeezed out a little fire magic, and baked a puff of green smoke from the corners of the scroll.

Sure enough, as he guessed, as soon as this scroll smoked, everyone inside and outside the house panicked, only to hear a crisp voice at the door say, "Send this in!"

Wang Sheng rubbed the magic crystal on the scroll a few times, then pushed everyone away and ran out of the door. He had to go around the courtyard a few times, completely burned the scroll with the fire magic, and then urged the wind magic of the 'Da Dun Cave', and jumped five or six feet high with a 'rub'.

He was in mid-air, pretending to be flustered, shaking his limbs wildly, and suddenly grabbed a plane tree beside him, and he held on to it and refused to come down, and pointed to the smoking scroll on the ground, and kept scolding.

The magicians on the ground who were already stunned were very confident in their own 'Soul Sealing Divine Thorn', and they really couldn't imagine that someone would be able to perform magic when they were sealed on the spirit platform, and they all believed that this was the credit of that magic scroll.

After they saw the magic of the 'Feiteng Formation' with their own eyes, they regarded Wang Sheng as a master of the formation, and they were busy one by one, moving a ladder up a tree to save him, and then respectfully sent him back to the house, and served a table of good wine and food to let him dissipate his anger.

The next day, as soon as Wang Sheng woke up, three young maids brought a jar of tonic made from unknown materials, and put a pair of hand rolls on the table.

This handscroll is seven or eight pages thick, and the cover is written in a very delicate font "Notes on the Study of the Art of Soaring", and there is a line of small characters below it: 'Donghai-Chen Qing'e'.

It turned out that this girl's name was Chen Qing'e, but I didn't expect that as soon as I said it casually, she really handed in a homework. Wang Sheng tried his best to control his expression, trying not to let himself laugh out loud, and then with the expression of the teacher judging homework, he opened the handscroll with one hand and looked at it twice, picked up the brush next to him, drew a few forks, and wrote a few big characters on the last page.

"Feiteng secret art, heavy will not heavy array, the next pen should be stored 'Dapeng one day with the wind, soaring up to 90,000 miles' of mind. "In the end, he generously wrote his name 'Wang Sheng'.

In the next ten days, Wang Sheng was honestly in this room, and he didn't show a trace of resistance and escape, and he usually didn't say a word except for 'adding rice' and 'adding meat'.

The magicians who supervised him, seeing that he honestly did not make any changes, gradually slackened. After Wang Sheng figured out the pattern of their shifts, he took advantage of the gloomy moonlit night, found a black cloth to cover his face, climbed above the roof and jumped out far away.

He thought that Cheng Mingzhu was doing things properly, and the bucket of 'Red Moon Spring Water' was estimated to have been poured into the old swan's mouth. Since he has no worries and can leave here at any time, he wants to try his luck in the Chen family first. This is the closest I've ever been to the 'Phantom Mirage', and it's a big sin to leave without even smelling it.

The Chen family has lived in the 'Donghaikou' for a long time, and the power is very great, and this house alone occupies two or three hundred acres of land, which is about to catch up with half of the Forbidden City. Wang Sheng didn't dare to run fast, so he could only use his light body kung fu to sneak around like a raccoon cat, and after a night of searching, he only searched the southeast corner, and he couldn't even see the shadow of a 'mirage'.

The next night, the sky was even more gloomy, and at this time it was already more than halfway through, and the entire 'Donghaikou' was silent, and Wang Sheng happened to catch a glimpse on the roof, and directly west of Chen's house, there was a moving two-story building still lit up.

He crept closer, and made a move on the corridor outside the building, 'hanging the bell upside down,' and looked through an open window into the house.

The room was very simplely furnished, but the tables, chairs and benches around it were all piled up with various books and files. Behind a long table in the middle, Chen Qing'e, who was dressed in white, was biting the tip of her pen with her hair scattered, staring at the scroll drawn by Wang Sheng in front of her in a daze, and kept muttering the two sentences that Wang Sheng had corrected.

She was stunned for a cup of tea, and as if she had gained some inspiration, she grabbed her head and flipped through the books like a student who was about to take the college entrance examination, and wrote and drew on the handscroll on the table for a while. A maid beside her, seeing that it was cold in the middle of the night, came over and put on a dress for her, trying to persuade her to go to bed quickly.

Chen Qing'e nodded in agreement, but her body didn't move at all, she pressed her temples a little tiredly, and murmured to the maid: "Ah Liu, how do you say that these two sentences written by Mr. Wang should be transported into magic?"

The maid next to her was obviously not as obsessed as Miss Chen, she used silver tweezers to clip the lantern flowers, and then said crisply: "Miss, you haven't slept well for a few days." Whatever Dapeng he is, Fuyao, this set of formations is difficult to learn and expensive, Mrs. asked about this yesterday, it is said that the face is not very good-looking, let's not learn it. ”

"Alas~ You don't understand, next month's 'East China Sea Banquet' is really difficult, and those opponents have all accumulated decades of strength and are ready to put us to death. Although Madame invited a lot of helpers, I always felt unsure. If I can leave a few more 'flying techniques' for the Chen family, it may be able to play some role at the critical moment. ”

Chen Qing'e said as she put down the brush, grabbed her unkempt hair with both hands, and then shook her head like a programmer rushing to the draft, and continued to bury her head in calculations.

Seeing that Miss couldn't persuade Miss, the maid Aliu could only continue to stay by her side, serving tea and water, and after a while she suddenly said in a loud voice: "Miss, Miss, what do you say about this Mr. Wang's skills? I see that he flew so high that day, he must have some ability, why don't you ask him to help our family, what kind of ring is it?"

The little maid was there, jumping and clapping her hands, which amused Chen Qing'e, "It's amazing to be able to jump high, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand magic, that's just the credit of the 'Flying Technique'." It's true that this gentleman knows some spells, but I went to Captain Rosen the day before yesterday and asked him, and he said that this man doesn't seem to understand things, and he is a little stupid. Such a big magic boat, 'Light Lock', has been aiming at him to accumulate power, and he didn't even react at all, and he was caught all of a sudden. It is estimated that this Mr. Wang has not fought with anyone a few times, so how can he expect it. ”

Chen Qing'e said these words, and hit several Hache in a row, but she really couldn't lift her spirit to draw again, so she walked upstairs and went to sleep in a wide suit.

Wang Sheng waited for a long time, but he didn't hear her mention the 'Phantom Mirage', and when he saw people sleeping, he thought about looking elsewhere. But just as he was about to jump off the corridor, he suddenly heard a loud sound of gongs and drums due south. Immediately after that, all rooms in the courtyard of the Chen family were lit with lights, and there were many more guards in the courtyard in an instant.

Chen Qing'e, who had just entered the house not long ago, also put on a big hat, hurriedly ran downstairs, and pointed to a maid to investigate. Now the entire courtyard of the Chen family is as bright as day, and there are figures everywhere, Wang Sheng has nowhere to escape for a while, so he can only turn upstairs and hide in the room.

After about a stick of incense, the maid in the strong suit ran in anxiously and replied: "Miss, miss, something is wrong! ”

Chen Qing'e listened to the news from the maid, only to feel that it was dark in front of her, and she fell backwards, and then the people in the courtyard were in chaos, and in a burst of shouting, she was carried to the bed in the bedroom on the second floor.

Wang Sheng happened to be hiding in this room, on top of the cabinet less than a foot away from the bed, and when he saw that there were suddenly so many more people in the room, he even stopped breathing.

After a while, there was a commotion outside the small courtyard, and a large group of people ran in, starting with a slightly chubby middle-aged woman, who walked upstairs in a few steps. She stood in front of the bed, called her daughter softly, and when she saw that there was no response, she sighed deeply and raised her hand to let all the maids out.

After everyone left, the middle-aged woman closed the door tightly and took out a bead as black as mud from Chen Qing'e's arms. Then she made several handprints, and a drop of water condensed on her fingertips, and gently touched the mud.

I only heard a crisp sound of 'ding', and countless halos suddenly flashed in the entire room. These halos are colorful, extremely rich in color, as dreamy and magnificent as the aurora, and as dazzling as fireworks, and the speed of change is very fast, this wonderful scene has deeply attracted Wang Sheng's gaze.

He didn't know how long he was intoxicated, it seemed that these beautiful halos could make people forget all their troubles, just when Wang Sheng was in a trance, he only heard Chen Qing'e's "Hmm~!" wake up, and then she said in a very disgusted voice: "Mother, why are you using the 'Phantom Mirage' again?"