After handing in the prayer post, the students lined up again.

The big guy picked up the pen and left his name on the white jade screen wall.

The wall is a treasure, and no matter how it is written, the ink fades in an instant, leaving no trace. The students have never seen such a strange thing, write the name, and some curious people are reluctant to leave for a long time, knocking and beating here, looking left and right, and calling the country everywhere is spiritual, and it lives up to its reputation.

Nearly 2,000 students lined up for an unknown amount of time.

One person wrote the book until the sun went west.

After signing up, Yin Li, Dian Xingyue, Song Dazhong, Yan Xiaoxiao and others planned to find a nearby restaurant to eat, when a tiger car suddenly drove up. Yin Li and the others dodged aside, and looked forward at each step, the car was very large, slowly pulled by the three-headed three-order bearded male tiger, and the identity of the owner was extraordinary at a glance; the decoration of the car was also very peculiar, the carriage curtain was painted with rune patterns, and the windows were carved with Tai Chi gossip, showing exotic flavors everywhere.

The car drove to the mountain gate without stopping, went straight to the overpass, and went away.

All the students were amazed, who was so pompous, and they couldn't help but discuss.

"The decoration of this car, I look like it's from the Gaman Empire?"

"Isn't it, the Garman Empire believes in Dao Ancestors and is good at spells. ”

"Well, that's right, my Hyuga Empire believes in the Emperor of Heaven and practices combat skills; the west believes in Daozu, which is what you said is a talisman as a technique; the south believes in Buddha, and legend says that the Buddha seal cultivated there is extremely powerful; in the east is the Dragon Court, which believes in Dragon Ancestor, as if it is called the art of dragon patterns. But no matter what, without Emperor Haotian breaking Hongmeng and creating heaven and earth, these ancestors and ancestors would not be able to do so, so every few years, they will send people over to pay tribute to the Emperor of Heaven, which is not surprising. ”

"Hey, that's wrong, as far as I know, they are also practicing combat skills, but some categories may be different, so what talismans, Buddha seals, and dragon patterns are actually branches of combat skills. Also, what does it mean to believe in Taoist ancestors, Buddhas, and dragon ancestors, this is just a difference in sects, in fact, they also believe in the Emperor of Heaven, otherwise they would not come and go often. I heard my father say that this Dao ancestor, Buddha, and Dragon Ancestor many years ago, they had sent people to our country to ask for borrowing combat skills, and later after being politely rejected by our side, these three ancestors often sent some personal disciples to worship the mountain in the name of mutual communication, nominally as a guest in our country's Zijian to exchange exercises, in fact, what they want to learn is our side of the war skills. ”

"According to what you say, this car owner is here to be a guest this time?"

"There is this possibility, the last time he came from the Garman Empire was the true person of the Nine Palaces, he is a personal disciple of the Dao Ancestor, I think it should be him who came this time, you also saw it just now, there seem to be five people sitting in the car. I guess the other four are the disciples he brought to study in our country. ”

"The students of the Gaman Empire, ha, you have to find a chance to learn from each other. ”

"Come on, don't even think about it, since you came to study in my country, you must be the top master of the younger generation of the Garman Empire, if you learn from them, won't you find death, besides, they only stay in the country for three months, and they don't have time to spend with you. ”

“......。 ”

Yin Li and the others heard a lot on the sidelines, and felt that there was no more interest in the later text, so they left.

They went to the restaurant to eat and drink, and discussed tomorrow's exams for a while, until it was almost dark, and then they dispersed.

Back at the inn, Yin Li read for a while, stripped off and went to bed, only to find eight pieces of white paper falling to the ground from the seams of his clothes. He sighed, when did he have a few more blank pieces of paper on his body, he didn't know? When he picked it up, there were words on each piece of paper, and the writing was bizarre, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke

He identified them one by one, and they were the nine characters of dream, soldier, ghost, wind, fire, water, thunder, and fixation.

This character is really beautiful, it is even more incisive than the calligraphy master, and the more Yin Li looks at it, the more he likes it.

So I thought, who stuffed this to me, how could I not have noticed it beforehand?

If you can't figure it out, you just don't want to, put on your clothes and copy with a pen.

Yin Li is the son of Yin Di, since he was a child, there is no shortage of pen and ink, although he has never seriously practiced calligraphy, but he also writes well. I wrote a lot of this character, and gradually understood the three flavors of calligraphy, and sometimes I sincerely admired the good words of famous writers. Tonight, these eight rare good words seemed to have a kind of magic that made his eyes shine, and he couldn't stop with the stroke of his pen.

I wrote it until dawn unconsciously, and I don't know how many times I copied it?

He felt that although he was not satisfactory, he seemed to have seven or eight points of charm.

So I put down my pen and stretched, but at this moment something strange happened.

He looked left and right, and found that he was stretching his waist with his hands raised, but instead of sitting on the desk, he was sitting upright on the bed in a daze, the bed was still warm, and he had obviously just sat up.

At this moment, Yin Li's hair stood on end in fright, bounced up from the bed, and said in a lost voice: "I obviously wrote words for one night, how can I ...... them! No, not quite right, those words are indeed rare, and I can make two gestures at most in normal times, and sigh a few times, is it necessary for me to copy stupidly for a night......? Isn't that like me?"

He slapped his forehead, looked at the quilt, looked at the desk, and his heart beat suddenly.

"No, no, no, I didn't practice calligraphy, it's a dream, a dream!"

But if you think about it, if it's a dream, then this dream is too real.

When he was shocked, he glanced at a piece of rune paper under his feet, and a vague scene flashed in Yin Li's mind at this moment. When I picked up the rune paper, there were no words on the paper, but the action of picking up the paper by myself seemed to have been done not long ago, and the length of the rune paper was also very familiar.

Yin Li only felt numb in his heart, and raised his head while rolling his eyes, while thinking hard.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to mind, and the vague scene slowly became clear.

He remembered that he had undressed and gone to bed last night, and what fell out of the seam of his clothes was not eight pieces of white paper, but a piece of rune paper, on which the word "dream" was written. At that time, he bent down to pick up the paper, and when he looked at it in front of his eyes, the dream word instantly volatilized into a ray of spiritual light and drilled into his eyes, and then he was fascinated for a moment, and then he had the dream of picking up eight blank pieces of paper and copying them to the dawn.

Remembering the strange scene last night, Yin Li was stunned for a long time.

Then he muttered to himself, "Am I in someone else's way?"

He couldn't figure out how this dream had started unconsciously and was so real.

And why did the caster sway his dreams and induce him to copy and write?

It's neither like assassination nor prank, so what is it for?

Yin Li flipped through the talisman paper in front of his eyes, remembering the real person of Jiugong who drove by the tiger car yesterday, so he thought, could it be that he did something to me? No, what real person didn't get out of the car at all, and I was very far away from the tiger car, it couldn't be what he did to me. If it's not a real person from the Nine Palaces, then who would it be?

When I think of this, the more I think about it, the bigger I become, and the more I think about it, the more I don't understand.

Today is the Guozijian exam, and he doesn't have time to think nonsense.

At the moment, he threw away the rune paper in annoyance: "What a thing!"