Su Xi: "......"

Is it important to copy the scriptures or is the emperor's body important?

Isn't this monk too confused about priorities!

Also, isn't it his job to copy scriptures?! Why Mao wants to call her to copy?

Could it be as a quid pro quo for saving Ling Juncheng?

She looked down at the watery face of Wu Huang, and then at the strange scriptures, and couldn't help but think of the strange feeling she had when she copied the scriptures in this courtyard that day.

After thinking for a while, Su Xitan asked, "Is it that after I finish copying these, you will save him?" ”

Wu Huang didn't make a sound, just looked at her quietly, and handed her the pen in his hand again.

Su Xi hesitated for a moment, but she still reached out and took the pen from Wuhuang's hand.

Whoever asked her to ask him now, copy it.

Wuhuang slowly got up and gave up his place, he didn't leave, but just stood to the side and watched.

Su Xi sat down in front of the low table.

Strangely, before she could put pen to paper, she felt a faintly familiar force that forced her to write down words on paper that she couldn't even understand.

If those complicated words were placed in normal times, she would have to write them one by one for half a day to write them completely.

My heart was strange, and I couldn't help but raise my eyes to look at Wuhuang.

Wu Huang lowered his eyes and looked directly at the scriptures that were falling quickly on the paper, and he didn't seem surprised, and looked straight at it quietly.

The whole person is still that fresh, bland, desireless, and desireless.

Su Xi felt that if he asked what the Buddha looked like, probably, it would be the appearance of no waste.

She bowed her head and continued to be forced to transcribe the scriptures, and for the time being, she couldn't care about anything strange or not.

In my heart, I only hoped that I would finish copying it quickly, and then take Wuhuang to the Heart Cultivation Hall to heal Ling Juncheng's injuries.

However, just as the last word was transcribed, a magical scene appeared.

I saw that the scriptures that originally fell on the paper actually flew up from the paper one by one, and the golden light jumped happily in front of her eyes, like a living elf.

When Su Xi was startled, those elf-like golden fonts suddenly transformed into a phantom mirror.

She looked intently, and saw a snow-capped mountain in the magic mirror, which was called a snow-capped mountain because it was covered with snow, and it was completely impossible to see any other colors except white.

Just as I was thinking about what the hell this was, I saw a figure that was too familiar to be familiar to stand in the snowy mountains.

The man was dressed in white and became one with heaven and earth.

Su Xi's nerves couldn't help but tense.

The person she saw was Ling Juncheng.

In the cold that can be seen at a glance, he shuttles back and forth in the snowy mountains in only a single coat, and seems to be lost, and the forest is as mysterious as a big labyrinth.....

All of Ling Juncheng's experiences in the forest were clearly presented in that illusion.

Su Xi didn't dare to blink her eyes and watched, she subconsciously held her breath, for fear of missing a certain moment.

When she saw that his arm was scratched by that behemoth, Su Xi couldn't help but gasp, and she covered her mouth tightly so that she didn't scream out out of shape.

That's how he was wounded!

Su Xiqiang endured her distress and saw the end, her eyes suddenly turned red.

The man used the beads he had obtained with all his hardships and fused them with his blood to give her water, and only then did he relieve her of the poison in her body.

The image in the mirror vanished after he fed her the water himself.