After wandering outside for a day, Jing Xin can be described as unhappy. It's just that it can't turn into a human form, and it can't even enter the teahouse tavern, and it can only listen to books outside the door, but a hunter saw that its fur was smooth and wanted to catch it, and he was so frightened that he ran away quickly.

The girls on the street all changed into new clothes, and traveled together to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

She was secretly annoyed, she didn't know when the medicinal power of this volley grass would fade, if it never faded, would she never turn into a human form? Isn't that equivalent to so many years of cultivation falling short? She still wants to feel the fun of the world!

That's not going to work! She shook her head, determined to find a solution as soon as possible.

At noon, she returned to the grocery store and carefully avoided Uncle Zhang. Ah Rou seems to be busy helping her father greet guests, and also preparing mooncakes and cinnamon wine for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Jing Xin also faintly heard that there was a guest at home in the evening, as if it was a distant relative. However, she didn't take it to heart.

casually walked around the shop, everyone was busy with their own business, and no one noticed her. I didn't feel a little bored, so I left.

What is there to stabilize the aura? Or you can speed up the absorption of the effect of the volley herbs.

Just as she was thinking, she unconsciously walked into the alley between the back wall of a house and other houses, and there was a melodious sound of the piano in the house.

The sound of the piano is melodious, light and quiet.

This place is relatively clean, the smell of all kinds of people is much lighter than elsewhere, and there is a quiet, ginkgo smell, think about it, living here, must be a person with an indifferent heart, quiet and far-reaching.

It's a dead end.

Jing Xin was about to leave, but suddenly she smelled a special smell from this layered smell, it was human, and it was somewhat familiar, it must be someone she had seen recently.

Who is it?

Jing Xin had the idea of going in and seeing.

But foxes, unlike cats, can jump on walls, not only because they don't have enough bounce power, but they don't have a thick pad that can cushion when they fall.

If this is usual, just use a little spiritual power to pass through the wall, this kind of thing is just a piece of cake.

She secretly made up her mind again to change the current bad situation.

At this time, she saw an abandoned flatbed truck in the corner of the wall with some straw on it.

Jing Xin jumped onto the flatbed truck and then onto the wall.

There is a large piece of ginkgo biloba, the yellow-orange leaves fall all over the ground, like a delicate little fan, a gust of wind blows, and like a tree of butterflies, with the melodious sound of the piano fluttering down a few on the ground.

With such a grand scene, Jing couldn't help but be stunned, and after being amazed, he appreciated the beautiful scenery here. The sound of the piano is clear and graceful, but there is a faint tendency to break the bamboo, and it falls down again in an instant, which makes people think of the scene of swallows flying low.

She couldn't help but have an inexplicable emotion, which secretly grew out of her heart.

Once she had regained her spirits, she jumped off the wall and landed on the thick ginkgo leaves.

At this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the place suddenly became silent, as if there was no one left.

Jing Xin walked on the path paved with golden leaves and walked out of the ginkgo forest.

It is a small pavilion with the word "Ginkgo Biloba Pavilion" written on it, and there is a small stream on one side, and there is a stone bridge across the stream. The pavilion is made of fine ebony, although it is simply carved auspicious clouds, cranes, etc., but it is also exquisite. There are ruined lotus leaves floating in the stream on the side, and if it is summer, it will be full of turquoise, and you can vaguely see the grand scene at that time. Looking at the stone bridge again, there is a crane carved on each barrage, making a resting shape, or arranging the tail feathers, or burying the head in a rest, in different forms.

Secluded gravel paths lead to the front yard and other houses and courtyards, lined with evergreen bamboos and pines.

She came to the ginkgo pavilion, where the surrounding pillars were carved with verses about ginkgo, and there was a long table facing the ginkgo forest, on which was placed a paulownia guqin, carved with phoenixes and phoenixes perched on each other. I think that's where the guy plays.

But I don't know where that person is at this time, and the one who can live here must not be a mortal.

In addition to the long table where the piano is placed, a little bit inside, where you can't feel the wind, there is also a table, neatly placed with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. There is also a word on the table, the ink has dried, and it reads: The charm is not very graceful, and the former sweet orange can be a slave. Who pities the rivers and lakes, the jade bones and ice muscles are not willing to wither. ("Partridge. Double Ginkgo (Li Qingzhao)

It's a good picture, but it's a pity she doesn't understand it.

Out of the Ginkgo Pavilion, across the stone bridge over the stream, is a small courtyard, planted with bamboo and plum trees, particularly elegant.

At last she saw people here, and it was a handmaiden dressed in lake-green clothes, busy going back and forth.

Jing Xin quietly avoided the maidservant and walked into the house, which was a very ordinary home style, obviously a man's room. On the table were not the flowers of the small family's jasper, but bamboo and pine branches.

Further inside, there is the study, where the owner seems to be very fond of reading, and fills a whole small room with books. There are thick bamboo slips, as well as paper books, both scriptural works and notebook novels and poetry collections by contemporary scribes.

They were all very ordinary things, but she saw a strange thing on the desk in the center, a very thick book, with a dark red pattern on the cover.

She has seen this kind of pattern, and it is a commonly used pattern in the demon world, called the firebird pattern. How did this stuff end up here?

The demon world has been cut off from the human world in the past hundred years, and there are only a few little demons left who don't want to go back, and Jingxin is one of them who stays in the human world. Nowadays, the word demon world is no longer mentioned in the world, and all kinds of monsters have disappeared in people's eyes.

Jing Xin opened the book, it was a collection of various herbs in the demon world, and on the cover, the words "Demon World Hundred Herbs Collection" were written in human characters. This "Hundred Herbs" should be written by people in the human world, and it is written in the human world, but it may also be translated by people who are proficient in the languages of the human and demon worlds.

She used to be reluctant to read these kinds of books because they were too boring. However, maybe there would be a record of the volley grass on it, and she hurriedly rummaged through it.

After turning it over for a long time, I didn't find it, but I saw an herb called Qingxin Grass, which looked quite similar to the Sky Grass.

You can't take the wrong medicine!

Let's take a look at the medicinal effect of the Qingxin herb: the person who takes it will have a great increase in spiritual power in a short period of time, although there are no side effects, but rashly taking this herb will definitely hurt the foundation, if you don't take the pill of Solid Peiyuan in time, it will hurt for life.

Did you really take the wrong medicine!!

What should I do???!!!