At dusk, the bazaar is bustling. Holding the reins, he pulled the weak water that was swaying right away from the crowd and returned to the training camp.

"Ordinary people can't open the door of telekinesis to a specific person, only a certain ethnic group can." In the cold storage, as soon as the weak water voice fell, the fire protector appeared at the door, walked down the steps, and cast a fiery red mark on his eyebrows.

When the mark disappeared, he felt an extra energy in his body that did not belong to him.

Next, Weak Water recited the mantra and taught him to write it down, and was watched by the two of them until he finished reciting it before he was willing to lead him out.

"When you get to Ming'er, if you forget one of these mantras, go to the cold storage and copy them a hundred times." The weak water was so swaying on the horse that she was about to doze off, and suddenly the horse's back was upside down, and she opened her half-squinted eyes and said lazily.

Cun Xin hurriedly recited the content of the mantra while looking at the road.

"It's just a fire system, and I don't have much to memorize." Weak Water said leisurely, "Your Li Qiao'er at the same time, but it only took seven days to memorize the four series of spells and the origin of telekinesis. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, he was stimulated even harder.

The Obsidian Hall also regularly inspects the combat power, and there are special people to rank and register them. Among them, the bottom is Chen Lan, who has never been very hard-working, and her practice is also three days of fishing and two days of drying nets. And the inch heart that cultivates diligently day and night is in the last three or four people every time. When he first entered the Obsidian Temple, there was still a Qiao'er behind him, but as her witchcraft became more and more sophisticated, her ranking also rose, and she was now in the middle of the stream, on par with Feiqiong.

He found that he didn't have much talent for combat, and he planned to get by in the Obsidian Temple. Weak water said this, but it aroused his fighting spirit. The hand holding the reins tightened, and he suddenly turned around and thanked the weak water on the high horse.

The weak water still hung her arms and glanced at him with the corners of her mouth hooked.

There was a shout in front of them, and the two of them stopped to see that it was the wind and the eldest disciple Huangyun, who were standing next to the wine flag on the left side and waving their hands.

"Senior sister has accepted disciples?" He grinned and put his hand in his sleeve and slowly walked two steps, "Unprecedented, it's still a teenager." ”

Arayun also followed, squinting at Cunxin with disdain.

Weak Water sneered: "You are only allowed to accept disciples, not me?" What a reason! ”

As soon as these two people meet, no matter when and where, they have to win or lose verbally.

"Uncle Shui, my master still has business to do, can you please give way?" Seeing that the two of them hadn't talked about business for a long time, they were all talking nonsense, and they spoke impatiently. Looking at the expression on his face, he didn't seem to have any respect for this uncle at all.

"It's just you!" The weak water turned the horse's head to give way, and said viciously at the wind. She bent down again and smiled at her heart, "Good apprentice, follow the master to practice hard, and one day beat them up and the master and apprentice are all over the ground looking for teeth!" ”

The pretended gentle smile made a chill down my spine.

It is also a well-known fact that weak water and barren clouds do not want to see each other. They joined the Witch Cult at the same time, one became a Dharma protector, and the other was just a disciple of the Dharma protector, and they became the desolate clouds of the younger generations and were extremely disgusted with her.

Storm first goes to see Houtu, tells him that the case of Yutian's disappearance and death has progressed, and orders his subordinates to escort a man whose hands have been cut off.

"He is a South Vietnamese soul dementor who lives in seclusion in the country of Jiang."

The subordinate presented a thickly lacquered wooden box containing the hands of the Dementor and a pile of lead-gray powdered in a clear glass bottle.

He adjusted the placement of the bottle and said, "This is the poison powder used to manipulate others, and it will kill if it comes into contact, and he used this substance to mix it with water and shoot it into the human body." ”

Houtu frowned coldly and squinted, touched the tuft of beard on his chin and said, "Who sent it?" ”

The man opened his mouth, but there was no sound, and his tongue was cut off.

Houtu looked at the severed hands, it turned out that they were not cut by the people of the wind. Someone expected them to act and act early, but they deliberately kept the dementor alive. When a dementor loses the hands to manipulate spells, he loses the value of his life, and for this profession, life is worse than death.

Unable to speak or write, Hurricane sent someone to check the man's history, and found that he was very withdrawn and eccentric, unaccompanied, alone, and a person who had no worries for a long time, and it was difficult to use coercion and inducement to get the answer he wanted.

Houtu asked someone to take him down to keep him under strict supervision, and only he and Hurricane were left in the room.

"These days have been losing one after another, first Jiang Guo's proton was taken away by someone unknowingly, and then this soul dementor...... Brother, what do you think? He sat down and turned to ask Wind.

"I'm wondering if the initiators of these things are the same people." Tempest sat cross-legged on a futon.

Houtu nodded, motioning for him to continue speculating.

The most obvious point is that they are all related to Jiang Guo.

Jiang and Dongye are at war, and the two sides are not pleasing each other, and each is seeking help from its neighbors. Swift Wind recalled that a few days ago, Liao Guifei sent someone to summon the message, and the emperor moved to eradicate the Witch Emperor, and unconsciously spoke: "Could it be that the emperor Lao'er is secretly communicating with the people of Jiang Guo, intending to destroy the witch sect?" ”

"It's not impossible, I guess the Witch Emperor thinks so too." Thick soil road. Some news will be heard by the Witch Emperor before they will be made known according to the situation. Sometimes, they will be secretly tested on them through this information to see if they have any ambiguity for the Witchcraft.

The wind was silent, unusually quiet, not knowing whether he was thinking about the identity of the person behind the scenes or how to leave a way back for himself.

In the obsidian hall, except for Ding Ruoyu, who had not returned from leave, almost everyone arrived. Chen Lan had just recovered from a serious injury, and her face was sallow, but she still insisted on rushing to train, which also refreshed the rest of the people's opinions of her.

She was in a similar situation to Yu Feiqiong, who had just come back a few days ago, so the two practiced together, and after a few rounds of back and forth, they were tired together.

"You're suddenly moving a lot faster, what's going on?" Yu Feiqiong took a sip of water and asked her, not even looking at her when she spoke, as if she was extremely disgusted with her.

Chen Lan sat down next to him, rubbing his arm against him, and whispered: "The more you want to know, the more I won't tell you." ”

Yu Feiqiong turned her back and didn't ask any more.

In another place, Xue Tong silently watched the interaction between the two of them, and his eyes flickered, and he looked at the Cun Xin who communicated with him the most in the lobby.

"Hey!" He was stunned and grinned.

Cunxin was taken away by the water protector for two days, and when he comes back today, the breath on his body and the look in his eyes are the same as before.

He jumped over, tugged at his heart, and whispered to him what he had been fed with weak water in the past two days.

"Didn't feed anything?" Cunxin was confused by him, and he didn't know what had happened to him.

Xue Tong pretended to inadvertently put his finger on his vein, only to suddenly understand that he also began to have telekinesis.

What kind of demons and monsters in the Yan Country, everywhere to help them broaden their senses! He was not angry in his heart, and he had to pretend not to be shocked on his face.

The corners of his mouth twitched suddenly, and he glanced at Chen Lan. Anyway, isn't that girl also the divine consciousness opened by her own senior brother? When he said this, didn't he include the cold of the year?

Chen Lan saw that he glared at him for no reason, and was angry: "Who am I recruiting to provoke whom, one or two are so unkind to see me!" ”

Yu Feiqiong got up and took the sword, pointed at her and said coldly: "If you have rested enough, continue to practice." ”

Chen Lan reluctantly put down the kettle and the cloth towel to wipe his sweat, and slowly felt out his blade.

It's better to practice against Qiao'er. Yu Feiqiong saw her grinding for a long time, and couldn't help but think of the person she had been looking forward to seeing earlier.

Ding Ruoyu was still in the secluded courtyard of the Baisha Palace, wielding a dagger, stabbing at the autumn leaves that fluttered and fell in mid-air.

Next to the courtyard gate, Li Hong was dressed in plain white, looking at her with a smile, and a trace of self-pity flowed from his eyes, as if the person he was looking at was another self.

"You're finally here." Ding Ruoyu accepted the trick and fell suddenly, tiptoe to the ground, and slightly bent his knees to slow down the fall, before raising his eyes to look at him.

"There is progress." Li Hong also walked lightly and led her to a hall. There was a pen and ink on the table in the hall, and there was an old man who looked very learned.

Ding Ruoyu followed Lihong to the old man's side suspiciously, only to hear him say to the old man: "Draw a picture, me and her." ”

"Adults and girls just stand still and don't move." The old man arranged.

"When you draw me, follow the original face, as for her, after the face is drawn, I will tell you how to write." Li Hong continued to command.

"What do you do?" Ding Ruoyu tugged at his sleeve.

The old man coughed in his throat: "Don't move this girl." ”

The voice of the old painter, she seemed to have heard it somewhere. It's just that she doesn't care about these at the moment, she just wants to wait for Lihong to answer.

"Do the decorations." Li Hong is talking nonsense.

I didn't want to tell her again.

An hour later, the old painter had almost finished painting, leaving only Ding Ruoyu's facial features, empty and snow-white.

Li Hong found a box from the corner and unfolded an ancient painting inside. The painting depicts a young woman in torn armor, with long hair flying and eyes like electricity. Gentle and sharp, two diametrically opposed temperaments, subtly and harmoniously coexist between her eyebrows and eyes, adding a bit of mystery to her.

"The facial features are drawn according to this woman."

The old painter shook his hand and touched the face of the person in the painting, retracted it like an electric shock, took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, and said, "Why is her portrait in your hands?" ”

"You're only responsible for drawing, you don't need to know the rest." Li Hong lowered his face, stared at him and said, "Don't forget who let you out." ”

"Okay," the old painter closed his eyes painfully and nodded, "I'll just ask you one question, did she die at your hands back then?" ”

"I didn't kill it." Li Hong paused word by word, looked at the blank facial features on the portrait and said, "Paint." ”

Ding Ruoyu listened to the strange exchange between them, and suddenly realized where he had heard the voice of the old painter.

The dragon under the sinkhole is almost exactly the same as his voice.

She didn't ask immediately, just walked over and stood behind him to watch him make up a plausible face.

After sending the painter away, she asked why she wanted to paint another person's face.

Li Hong looked at the person in the painting, and the soft light in his eyes spread like mist.