But when Ah Tao arrived at the place where the yarn tent was, she found that she was still a step late, and Xiangyu rested early today, and she didn't even have a chance to open her mouth.

Ah Tao was so frustrated that she didn't dare to disturb Xiangyu's rest, so she took a few steps back and took a nap against a dead tree.

Summer is coming, and Ah Dao, who is in the heat, although she is physically and mentally tired from practicing the art of calligraphy during the day, she still can't sleep after several attempts.

The buzzing sound of mosquitoes came and went, went and came, endlessly, and it was very annoying, which made Ah Dao's already somewhat impetuous mood more and more restless.

Ah Tao simply stopped forcibly falling asleep, sat up and began to continue pondering the practice of the character imperial order.

After some tossing, the kung fu of a stick of incense has passed, and after trying no less than ten methods of summoning, she still hasn't even seen the shadow of half a word of the emperor.

It seems that if his blood can't make the Banquet Vine Seeds grow and change, he really won't be able to cultivate the Character Imperial Technique no matter what.

Ah Tao sighed heavily, and took out the banquet vine seed from the clothes on his chest.

She looked through the moonlight, and with a spell she conjured a dagger, the edge of which covered the tip of her left index finger, ready to continue the test with blood.

She was about to cut a cut when suddenly there was a faint noise from within the tent.

Ah Tao stopped moving, withdrew the dagger, turned to look in the direction of the gauze tent, and faintly saw a figure sitting on the bed in the tent.

Ah Tao hurriedly got up and stepped forward, walked to the tent, bowed down and said softly, "Childe?"

Xiangyu's figure moved slightly, and then he stretched out a hand in the direction of Ah Tao outside the gauze tent, and the shadow of his hand was projected on the gauze tent, and the silhouette was faintly slender and slender.

Ah Tao asked softly outside the tent, "Childe, do you want to ......?"

"Water ......" Xiangyu is usually careless, at this time because the sleepiness has not faded, more and more lazy, in the quiet of the night, the first time I heard it, there was a little temptation.

Tea and other items had been kept in the gauze tent before, but earlier, the tanuki had set up a small tent and moved all the belongings over, so as not to disturb Xiangyu with the noise.

Ah Tao ran to the small tent and brought out a cup of longan lily jujube kernel tea, which was warm in the urgent mustache and specially used to calm the nerves and help sleep at night.

Ah Tao put the back of his hand on the outside of the teacup and probed, it was lukewarm and just right.

She held the teacup and walked lightly to the gauze tent: "Childe, please use tea." ”

The hands holding the teacups passed through the crevices of the tent and offered them respectfully in the dark.

There was silence in the gauze tent, and Ah Dao's hands were empty.

She withdrew her hand.

After waiting for a while, Ah Tao reached out to retrieve the teacup, but he hesitated to leave.

She really wanted to ask Childe for advice on how to make the seeds of the banquet vine grow, but the current situation was really not the right time.

If you open your mouth rashly, you will definitely disturb your son.

Ah Tao struggled in his heart, and finally decided to find an opportunity to ask another day.

She was just about to turn around and leave, when Xiangyu's voice suddenly came from behind her: "Yesterday I dared to disobey me in front of everyone, but now I have learned to pretend to be silent." ”

Ah Dao's steps froze, he hurriedly turned around, bowed to the ground and said: "Son, forgive the sins, yesterday the slave was ......"

Xiangyu interrupted her: "What's the matter with you, say?"

Ah Tao was stunned, but he didn't expect him to see it......

She bowed down a little lower and replied, "Childe, the slave wants to ask you how to make the banquet vine seeds grow. ”

There was silence on the other end of the tent for a long time, and Xiangyu's slightly sleepy voice sounded again: "Do you know why I want you to cultivate the art of character and royalty to save the emergency?"

Ah Daotou, who was lying on the ground, shook his head lightly: "I don't know." ”

Xiangyu said slowly: "Ji'an is the formation of this phantom array itself, if he wants to get out of this array alive, he must create a life form similar to his divine soul, and then let the phantom array identify the life form as Ji'an, so that the integrated contract between the phantom array and Ji'an will be transferred from Ji'an to the lifeform, and when the phantom array is broken, the lifeform can replace Ji'an to die in the array." This method is tantamount to stealing beams and replacing columns. ”

"Could it be that the living form is the Character Emperor?" asked Adao in surprise.

"Not bad. ”

Ah Dao, who was lying on the ground, was silent for a long time, his tone was hesitant, and he asked again: "Childe, even if the slave really learns the art of character royalty, can the slave really be able to transform the character emperor similar to the soul of Ji'an?"

"What are you questioning?"

Ah Tao paused: "Slave...... There is no foundation for the art of soul fabrication......"

"The soul of the word will be naturally formed with the master's thoughts, if you want to create a word that is similar to the soul of Ji'an, you only need to take a drop of blood from Ji'an as a guide, and the word will help you achieve it. ”

Ah Tao was a little puzzled.

Is it really that magical?

I only heard Xiangyu's voice and sounded faintly: "The word royal is made of the words written by your blood, and your words will carry your consciousness in them, and the word royal will act according to your consciousness." ”

"In addition," Xiangyu paused, and then said, "Although there is a ghost aura in the body of the character emperor, if you don't pay special attention, ordinary people won't notice it, and from this point of view, it is still somewhat similar to its owner, that is, you." ”

"Similar to a slave?" said Ina.

There was a sound of getting out of bed from inside the tent, followed by the sound of gentle footsteps approaching and stopping in front of her.

The familiar aroma of light tea passed through the thin gauze tent and drifted into Ah Dao's nose as if out of nowhere.

A lazy chuckle came from above her head.

Xiangyu's cold and lazy voice was especially clear in the darkness: "Qin Shuang, a ghost master who has always been afraid of ghosts, can get along with you all the way to this day, why do you think so?"

"Do you know that if your ghost identity is not deliberately mentioned, the ghost energy in your body can easily be ignored by humans?"

The two questions in a row shocked Adao's heart, and she was already surprised.

After thinking about it, she found that everything she experienced from her first entry into Yin'an to her later experience was really as Xiangyu said, and the humans who didn't know her identity didn't treat her as a ghost.

Thinking of the first time he and Qin Shuang met in the Xun Mansion, Qin Shuang, who had always been afraid of ghosts, did not show the slightest nervousness when he saw him.

"Could it be that this is also due to the power of the Ancestor's Blood?" Ah Tao couldn't help but ask.

Xiangyu acquiesced.

"Give me the vine seed in your hand. Xiangyu's hand suddenly passed through the gauze tent and reached out to Ah Dao.

Ah Tao straightened up, took out the banquet vine seed from his arms, and handed it to Xiangyu.

In an instant, the back of the hand touched a little cold.

It's Childe's hand!

When she retracted her hand, she was suddenly grasped by the coldness.

Ah Tao was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw it, but he was firmly gripped.

Adao stopped struggling.

Through the hands of the two of them, the cold was gradually transmitted from Xiangyu to Ah Dao.

The night was silent, and despite the thin veil, Ah Tao could still faintly hear Xiangyu's shallow and long breathing, as well as his pulse beating calmly and forcefully from his wrist.