This is mainly due to the fact that with the improvement of his cultivation, the power of the divine soul is more powerful than before, coupled with the understanding of the formation, he gave birth to such an idea.

"There's something wrong with this purple bamboo slip. ”

Calm and calm, I carefully observed every place in the purple bamboo slips, and I also used my divine sense to probe, but I couldn't find the problem over and over again.

"It's nothing!" Xiao Diao tilted his head, blinked his cute eyes, and said.

"No, I have a strong feeling that there must be something wrong with this, you go play with Xiaohua first, let me think about it. ”

The more he couldn't see the problem, the more ordinary felt that there was something wrong with this Zizhu Jane, and after he broke away from Xiao Diao, he calmed down again.

He had a feeling that this purple bamboo slip must have been artificially tampered with, and, according to his observations, it was not the work of the person who wrote the "Materia Medica", but was added by later generations.

The reason is very simple, one is that the person who wrote this collection of spiritual herbs wanted the world to know the nature of spiritual herbs between heaven and earth, so why bother to cover up the content behind it.

Secondly, this is just a feeling, he can feel that there are things in this purple bamboo slip that do not belong to him, maybe because the font written in the Materia Medica is the relationship between the ancient Chinese script, as an immortal cultivator, he can clearly feel the existence of two different breaths.

It's like twin sisters, no matter how exactly they are, but in front of her loved ones, you can know at a glance which one is the sister and which one is the younger sister. Just like people who love each other for a long time, as long as they observe carefully, they will notice subtle changes in their bodies.

This is how Ordinary feels now, but he doesn't know what's wrong.

Just as he was carefully observing, frowning and pondering, he inadvertently swept to the last word, and suddenly, his gaze stopped on that word, and his face showed suspicion.

"Strange, why do I think there is a little more in the lower right corner of this word, with my understanding of ancient Chinese characters, there should be no such point here, is it that I am mistaken. ”

Ping Fan muttered to himself, he studied paleography in college, and for some reason, he had a unique interest in ancient Chinese script, what oracle bone inscriptions, Tao inscriptions, Jin inscriptions, stone drum inscriptions, tadpole inscriptions and even Sanskrit he dabbled in.

The reason why he didn't notice it before was that he habitually thought it was a character similar to punctuation marks, and he didn't care.

But now after reading the whole book, I find that there are no punctuation marks on the ancient book, which means that this point should be part of the last word. But as far as he remembers, there is no such dot in the lower right corner of the last word.

If he is not mistaken, or if the text handed down by the ancients is not missing, this point must have been added by later generations, and the problem may lie in this extra point.

"Herein lies the problem. ”

The extra dot on the last word on the purple bamboo slip is similar to the size of the dot on other words, which is the size of the sesame dot, if you don't understand this kind of writing, you will only think that this is part of the text, and no one will think about what is wrong here.

But the ordinary is different, he has studied ancient Chinese and firmly believes that what he has learned is complete and correct. That's why he thinks there's something wrong here.

No longer looking with flesh~ eyes, Ping Fan concentrated his divine consciousness into one, and then, his eyes were closed, and his divine sense was probed into it.

As his consciousness was bound into a thin line, and as he probed into the extra point, the point that was only the size of a sesame dot was quickly enlarged by him.

Immediately after, in his mind, a pattern like a rune appeared in front of him, the pattern was criss-crossed, composed of countless runes, incomprehensible, mysterious, and a tiny hidden formation.

"I see!" said the ordinary face.

This kind of formation, which is only depicted in books, is a common hidden formation, which is mainly used for cheats trading.

Some people who sell cheats use this method when they want the buyer to see the introduction or beginning of the exercise, but they don't want them to see the whole content.

However, the jade slips of the exercises for sale have obvious aura fluctuations in their formations, which can be seen at a glance.

And the formation in front of him was not only much smaller than the ordinary formation, but also had no aura fluctuations. It stands to reason that a formation like this can't cover up the second half of the exercise cheats at all. So what is the purpose of what he is doing this?

"I don't want to, let's break the formation first. ”

Ordinary people don't think about it anymore, if they want to know that person's purpose, as long as they break this miniature formation, it will be clear at a glance.

The level of this formation is very low, mainly because the other party is relatively hidden, so it is not discovered, and the ordinary uses divine consciousness to bundle into a tiny short blade, and at a point on a rune in the large array, the entire formation flashes and dissipates.

......

Deep in the Luocang Mountain Range, about 10,000 miles away from the valley where Pingfan is located, there is a group of monks flying at a low altitude. They looked around, wary on their faces.

"Fan Daoyou, are you sure that kid is in that direction?" one of the white-haired old men in gray clothes looked ahead and asked.

"Xin Daoyou, don't worry, if nothing happens, at our current speed, we can arrive in three hours at most. A handsome young man replied.

He is the handsome man of Luocang Auction House, surnamed Fan Mingshu, the cultivation of Jindan in the early days, no one knows his true origin, only that he is the owner behind Luocang Auction House.

Along the way, Fan Shu led everyone and walked in the direction where his divine sense imprint was, and he also encountered many powerful demon beasts on the way, some of which even reached the third level of consummation, and with the full cooperation of the seven Jindan monks, they simply killed the demon beasts that stood in front of them one by one.

"Fan Daoyou, I don't know something, why do you know the location of that kid, is it possible that you still have some connection with his kid. A handsome man with a somewhat bevelous appearance looked at Fan Shu with a gentle smile on his face and asked.

"Pan Daoyou, I'll tell you the truth, our auction house lost a magic weapon a few days ago, and after many verifications, it happened to be stolen by this kid. That's why I'm so sure where he is. As for the method we used to lock his position, because it is related to the confidentiality of the bank, it is inconvenient to tell you about it, and I hope you will forgive me. Fan Shu hugged his fists at the monks, with an embarrassed expression on his face, and said.

"Understand! Understand......"

All the monks looked at each other and smiled, they all knew the meaning of Fan Shu's words, but if they were able to cultivate to the Jindan Great Monks, their minds were far beyond ordinary people, and everyone knew that the theft of the magic weapon was just a pretext.

It is said that only the ordinary people who cultivated in the foundation building period stole their family's treasures, and the ghosts believed that it was nothing more than to make a divine sense mark on the goods they auctioned, and then do something shady and disgraceful.

However, they won't find out, after all, the immortal cultivation realm is deceitful, who hasn't done one or two such things, and now they are deep in the Luocang Mountains to hunt down Pingfan, isn't it just to get the secret of Pingfan.

On the surface, it sounds good, what kind of demon slaying and demon extermination, it is nothing more than to know why Pingfan can escape unharmed under the pursuit of so many monks of the same level, or even a small rank higher than him. And they are not afraid of powerful monsters, this is the secret they want to know the most.

A few people chatted and walked quickly towards the location where the ordinary person was.

(To be continued)