After hearing Lingwu's report, Ning Xiao thought about it and finally decided to take the time to take a look.

"Ah, Ning Xiao," Lingwu immediately proposed. "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, while the master is still sleeping, let's hurry up!"

"It's good!" Ning Xiao expressed his approval, and at the same time waved his hand at Cheng Ziyang.

"Ning Xiao," Lingwu asked, looking rather alert. "What have you done to my master?"

"Didn't do anything," Ning Xiao replied lightly. "Just wanted him to sleep a little longer. lest he wake up and see me, and summon you halfway! That means that what we're going to do is likely to be halfway through. ”

"Well, too!" In this regard, Lingwu really has no objection. The master's domineering temperament towards Ning Xiao sometimes even has to retreat.

In this way, a man and a bird sneaked out of this makeshift human camp. No one knew, including the sixth-level zombie Danchai who was chanting scriptures to the Buddha's relics.

Because Lingwu led the way, it was natural that there was no need to take the "mule and horse road". So, Ning Xiao quickly entered this uninhabited cottage.

Countless plants crawl all over the uninhabited houses, making visitors feel as if they have stepped into the depths of the shadows. Through thousands of years of dreams, stepping on the fragrance of the road. Ning Xiao seemed to feel that he was in love with this ancient cottage.

Walking on the road paved with bluestone slabs, the willows are still around, like walking in a deep ancient painting. Is this a reincarnation?

The parting of the years is in the vicissitudes of the ancient village. With a flick of the fingers, can a long-planned meeting be completed on this full moon night?

A stone road through the cottage reflects how many years of snow, rain, wind and frost it has been, and it can't pull back the past. The time has passed, and the meeting has been calm. The witch cavity that has been sealed for many years is difficult to open the past of this ancient stopper.

Whose Gu Xiao played and sang the former songs, arousing a faint wound in his heart?

Whose voice is so sad, like that drop of autumn water across the face?

The initial feelings of Meng's eyes seem to drift away with this endless road, and the hole flute on the ancient bridge is an endless time, too many feelings, reminiscing under a light moon.

Walking or stopping, her back, in the lights of the old bridge pavilion, a docked ship, can not carry away the first time to see the trend of thought.

That wave of the hand, that look back of the sorrow, at the corner of the ancient Sei, under the moon of thousands of years, silent, vein.

The round moon, you have rounded the majestic scenery of the ancient village, but you have lost the love in the dream of the Yiren.

"Ning Xiao," seeing that she was stunned, Lingwu hurriedly reminded. "Don't be poor! We've got to get the Great Witch Weapon now. ”

"Oh-" Ning Xiao came back to his senses and continued to search in the dark night.

Soon, Ning Xiao and Lingwu found that in this mountain stream, there were black stones standing everywhere.

"Master," at this time, the system of the space spoke. "These inkstones made of black stone are the treasures of the ancient and modern Chinese literati."

"I don't know how many people have traveled all over the beautiful mountains and rivers here, searched all over the valleys and beaches, and picked up the aura of the deep mountains, just to find a black stone, and polish it into an inkstone of time, a recessed and hidden for thousands of years!"

"Master, you are so blessed that you can find such a Mobao!" At this time, he came out of the field, got rid of the system of the farmer's image, and began to laugh and talk again.

Just like that, under the call of the system, in a pile of stones, Ning Xiao stayed for a long, long time. those big and small; long, short; round, flattened; Normal, misshapen black stones, protruding parts, always seem as if time is cutting something.

She also seemed to hear the bell ringing quietly inside the stone, a historical force rising into the air.

Those deep and black stone layers, mostly like the eyes of the ancestors, are set on the mountains, and in the cold wind and bright moon, they see through the chests of the mountains.

When the stone and the ink block consume each other, it is like a piece of land, allowing the pen and ink to work back and forth. These inks, these stones, substances that are thicker and darker than the night, and the pictograms that jump out of them remind people of the two sides of black and day. It seems that landscapes, flowers and birds, people, everything lives in that inkstone.

A few drops of clear water, plus a few points of ink, in this inkstone, it is wide and bottomless, the people of the storm, the sky and the earth are nothing, the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers are not satisfied with this ink corner.

Gently dipped in ink, thoughts set off along the river of human morning, through the majestic Great Wall, through the peak of the towering Yellow Mountain, and write history on the entrance of the cave.

Write the story of swallowing mountains and rivers in the books of future generations; Flowing through the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, flowing through the Pearl River, Songhua River and Huangpu River, the romantic poems are written on the waves of the spring breeze, and the amorous songs are written on the moonlit flowing lake.

The poetic style of 5,000 years ago ironed out the wrinkles of a stone. The drop of 3,000 feet is measured by the black stones on this mountain, only the bird of inspiration casts a glimpse, and only the lightning of thought ignites the thunder of words. When the moonlight rises on the top of the mountain, it rises like a scripture in the heart.

Shallow view is a pool of meditation, deep look is full of undulating clouds and mist, the world changes, all originated from this inkstone, this inkstone inkstone.

Thinking about stones is actually thinking about human civilization. On a black stone, Ning Xiao felt the ancient divinity of China, along the river of ink, the waterfall of time, and the ocean of history, rushing straight down, the mighty soup......

"Xiao Yanagi," at this time, Ning Xiao only scored a wisp of divine sense to tell the system. "It seems that this great witch's magic weapon has a lot to do with you. Because only you can recognize it. ”

"Oh-" was shaking his head and fiddling with the system of poetry and songs, and when he heard Ning Xiao say this, he was stunned for a moment, revealing that cute expression.

"Lingwu, I found that great witch weapon," at this time, Ning Xiao declared to Lingwu who was still searching everywhere.

"Oh!" Lingwu immediately kicked away the black stone in front of him, which was a hundred times larger than his body, and jumped in front of Ning Xiao. "Where is it, tell me?"

"Let's get out of this group of stones first," Ning Xiao smiled but didn't answer, telling Lingwu. "Only then can it manifest as it should be."

"Uh-huh!" Lingwu didn't suspect anything else, and obediently followed Ning Xiao out of this group of black stones. "It's black. I can only pray that there will be no evil spirit guarding that great witch weapon. ”

"A witchcraft is no better than an artifact." Ning Xiao was pacing while explaining to Lingwu. "It's too bad. There weren't many spiritual creatures willing to risk enduring that evil aura to damage their cultivation and guard it. ”

"Oh-" Lingwu nodded, following her pace. "Ning Xiao, the demise of the Wu Clan is also due to the fact that their evil qi was too heavy when they cultivated, and the essence of heaven and earth was condensed, so they were destroyed by the joint efforts of all the gods. Come to think of it, you should be very clear. ”

"Hmm!" Immediately, Ning Xiao stopped talking. She was afraid that if she said anything more, Lingwu would take her to the goddess again. Now, it has become difficult for her to even cultivate immortals, how dare she dare to become a god? Thinking of the Creator's coercion, she preferred to maintain the status quo.

After coming to a clearing, Ning Xiao asked Lingwu to fly into the sky. Then, she condensed the abilities of her whole body on her palms, and immediately threw a heavy punch at the pile of black stone.

Suddenly, the power of the tenth-level ability was enough to shake the entire mountain. However, Ning Xiao still controlled the strength and did not collapse the entire mountain, but only made the black stone pile appear as a round deep pit.

"Ahh

It's just that the pit is too deep, and it's dark night, and no one knows what's in the pit except clairvoyance. However, our Lingwu is fearless. So, he immediately flapped his wings and flew to the bottom of the pit.

"Master," the system that stayed in the space was also joking with Ning Xiao happily. "With this silly bird by his side, it's really a lot of savings."

"Hmm!" Ning Xiao, who came to the side of the deep pit, glanced at the system with a wisp of divine sense, and slowly spit out such a sentence: "You are not much smarter than him!" ”

"Hmm!" is so angry that the system wants to slap his mouth, which is called cheapness - self-humiliation.

Regarding Ning Xiao's interaction with the system, Lingwu, who was unaware of it, quickly flew out from the bottom of the pit. He had a cheerful look on his face, and he still had a tubular thing in his mouth.

"Smack!"

He threw the contents of his mouth to Ning Xiao before he spoke: "Ah, Ning Xiao, it is really a great witch weapon. ”

"Oh!" Ning Xiao looked at the thing in his hand. This is a musical instrument made by intercepting the limb bone of the middle part of birds and birds, with a length of 12 centimeters, a slightly curved body, and a limb bone inserted into the cavity. "Is this a bone whistle?"

"Uh-huh!" Lingwu nodded. "You say you're a goddess of justice, but you don't believe it yourself. Among the gods of the Wu clan, there is no one who knows all the magic weapons better than you. ”

Ning Xiao was silent. She just doesn't believe it, so what?

"Ning Xiao," Lingwu obviously didn't take those gods and the like seriously, and was encouraging her. "You blow and see. After such a long time, I wonder if this bone whistle can still be blown? ”

"Good!" Ning Xiao put the porous section into his mouth and blew lightly, while twitching the limb bones in the cavity. Soon, a simple piece of music escaped from the bone whistle.

"Not good," Lingwu shuddered. "Ning Xiao, the master is calling me!"

"Huh?" Ning Xiao looked at the still dark night at the zenith, and couldn't help but be surprised. "Impossible, he couldn't have woken up at this time? Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Last Days: The Fairy Wife Rampant Claw Book House" for free for the first time.