Unconsciously, night fell, and Lan Xin sat alone in the cold room, not feeling sleepy.

She suddenly wanted to make a plan for herself, and she would strictly follow the plan in the future.

Although I can't write, I use some symbols instead to push myself, hoping to become stronger soon, so that I won't be controlled by others all the time.

Lan Xin picked up the pen on the table, took a piece of white paper, dipped it in ink, and began to paint.

Draw a small figure first, then draw an arrow pointing to a phoenix bird. It means that he must get the Phoenix Inheritance, learn the secret art of space, and enhance his strength.

Then draw a small tiger with wings and paint it in black, meaning that you have to work hard to get a flying black tiger.

Draw another pen, hoping that I can find a way to suppress the secret art of Tianxiang, and I can simply recognize a few words. If you can get into the top three in the imperial ranks, then the ghost boy can't say anything, and he can go to Brother Wei.

Draw another fiery red phoenix bird, kicked away by a small person. I hope that one day, I can be ashamed and let Feng Wuyue, who has no one in my eyes, taste his own power.

Finally, a little boy playing the flute is drawn, hoping that Brother Wei can become his lifelong companion. That would be wonderful!

Lan Xin finished drawing and looked at it carefully for a while. I wanted to pick up a pen and write a few words, but as soon as I recalled the outline of the Chinese characters in my previous life, I had a terrible headache and had to give up.

Lan Xin carefully put the paper in her package, and was about to clean up the pen and ink on the table.

She casually looked at her glasses, only to find that she was still holding a pen in the mirror, not knowing what she was drawing on the paper.

Lan Xin was so frightened that she sat on the ground all of a sudden, what the hell is going on?

She tried to wave her hand again, but she saw herself in the mirror, still sitting upright at the table and drawing.

What the hell is going on? Lan Xin didn't believe it was a ghost or something, but it was too unbelievable.

Boldly approaching the mirror, she looked closely and found that she seemed to be drawing some kind of charm in the mirror.

What the hell is drawing? Lan Xin suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind: Could this be the inheritance of the Phoenix Clan?

Hurriedly ran to the side of the bed and took out the runes sent by my grandfather in the package, which felt cool to the touch.

Lan Xin took the rune to the table and put it away, and then observed the scene in the mirror. I saw myself in the mirror and began to draw the pure heart rune.

"She" draws very slowly, and the trajectory is clearly visible. Lan Xin's eyes didn't blink for a moment, staring intently.

There are not many strokes of the Pure Heart Talisman, but the requirements for rune paper, pen and ink, and the person who draws the rune are very high.

After about half an hour, "she" in the mirror drew a complete pure heart talisman.

This is not very difficult for Lan Xin, who was born with a super memory, and basically the trajectory of the painting can be remembered.

Lan Xin looked at the pen and ink again, and sure enough, he found that this brush was not quite the same as the brush he usually used, it was more delicate and small. The ink on the table also smells special.

Lan Xin knew very well that this was a rare opportunity and she had to seize it. So, she picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to recall the movements of "her" in the mirror just now, and drew them one by one.

Accidentally, my hand was unstable, I shook a little, and I drew it wrong. Why is it so easy to draw by yourself in the mirror just now, and it is so difficult to draw when it comes to your actual operation?

Some bends in the middle, some strokes overlap easily, some symbols, too small, drawn together, too easy to make mistakes.

What's more important is that you can't shake your hands, and if you shake it, you will definitely make a mistake, and you will lose all your efforts.

Lan Xin learned from herself in the mirror again, and sat upright. I cheered up, changed a piece of paper, and began to draw seriously.

I made mistakes again and again, threw them away and drew them again. After painting many times, Lan Xin wanted to give up, but when he saw the person in the mirror concentrating and thinking of the predicament he was facing, he still insisted on painting.

I don't know how long it took, but the moon in front of the window had risen and shone on her. The bright moonlight seemed to have a connection to something in her body.

A certain part of Lan Xin's body also exuded a shining light, which made her mind more sober and more devoted, as if she had entered some wonderful state, forgetting herself, and the pen in her hand became more and more stable and smooth.

Slowly, it seems to be pulled by the person in the mirror, synchronized with the "she" in the mirror, the same movements, the same posture.

Finally, this time, a complete Pure Heart Talisman was drawn. Lan Xin also stopped, only to feel that the whole person was very tired, as if his body had been hollowed out by something.

But I felt very proud to see my results, and looked back at "her" in the mirror. The "she" in the mirror also resumed the same movement as the deity, and no longer drew symbols

Lan Xin thought about it for a while, and felt that it seemed that the existence of this mirror was to guide him to learn to draw runes, and picking up the rune pen was the key to open the mirror.

A complete rune is just enough to allow the unknown being in the mirror to show the process of drawing the rune.

What a magical mirror?

Lan Xin looked at the mirror that had been restored to an ordinary mirror, and her heart was surging.

She bowed sincerely to the magical mirror and said, "Thank you." ”

Then he returned to the table and looked at the runes he had drawn, comparing them with those his grandfather had given him.

found that his runes were really drawn, and his grandfather's runes were obviously more mysterious and formal, could it be that he was not strong enough?

Feeling that there was not much Yuan Force in his body now, Lan Xin realized that the drawing of runes not only required super painting skills, but also needed deep Yuan Force to support it.

Thinking of this, Lan Xin felt a little frustrated, it seemed that he still had a long way to go.

Look at the runes you draw, and then look at the runes your grandfather drawn. Lan Xin thought about it, put his rune on his chest, and used his strength slightly, only to feel a cool breath in the rune flowing into his chest.

After a while, the primary rune that had just been drawn was scrapped and turned into shreds and left in Lan Xin's hands. And the Yuan Force in the body has also been slowly replenished, although not much.

As the saying goes, only break and then stand. Only by not indulging in one's existing achievements and looking forward can we continue to improve.

Lan Xin felt that his strength had recovered a little, and while the heat had not yet faded, he started a new practice, hoping to draw an intermediate pure heart talisman.

I don't know when, the lamp in the side hall outside the door has been lit, and there is a plate of only three or five small ice spirit fruits on the table in the hall. The fruit is a little shriveled, not fresh enough, I don't know how long it has been stored.

A tall woman in ice armor quietly left in the wind and snow, leaving no footprints on the ground, which shows the superb skill.

And Lan Xin, who has always been immersed in his own world and has always been deaf and clear-sighted, has not noticed it at all.

When I didn't find the wonderful feeling I had before, I put down the pen, and Lan Xin's stomach growled.

Lan Xin complained about the indifference of the people in Bingfeng Valley, and they didn't know what to give the children something to eat. If this was in the palace, Xingyun would have served four dishes and one soup a long time ago.

Bingfeng Valley always doesn't see people, I don't know where people are cultivating, and when I come here, there is no one to take care of them.

No, the people who take care of themselves have already gone to the ice abyss. Lan Xin's heart ached when she thought of this, and her heart became heavy.

When I walked to the side hall, I actually smelled the unique fragrance of the ice spirit fruit. When I got closer, there were indeed a few Ice Spirit Fruits on the table. Although it didn't look very fresh, she was very hungry at this time, and she ate extra sweet.

I don't know what happened to the Ice Spirit Fruit that was knocked over by Feng Wuyue this afternoon?

This nasty Feng Wuyue.

Lan Xin regarded these fruits as Feng Wuyue in his heart, and bit them fiercely.