Shi Yuxun tried to bend his lips, and smiled very gently, saying that he didn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person, and he couldn't brush the smiling face when he opened his mouth!

"Huh? Laughter comes from the heart, and the expression on Kaoru's maid's face can only be called an expression. ”

“……”

The corners of her grinning mouth twitched slightly, he meant that she didn't want to ask for advice from the heart?

Your sister! And this title, what the hell!

Yu Qianran took her subtle expression into her eyes, her eyes flashed slightly, she lowered her head and continued to look at the "wordless heavenly book", and said slowly:

"There are all the things on the bookshelf about the Qingchen Palace."

"Okay!"

Shi Yu Kaoru raised his feet and was about to go inside, but he heard the mellow and refreshing voice and lightly spit out three words:

"Grinded?"

She paused, turned around and was about to speak, but was stunned when she saw Mo Yan.

Ale?

What about ink? She grinded half a pillar of incense, and the water in the ink inkstone ...... It's still clear!!

“……”

She was thinking about things in her mind, but she thought that the strength of her subordinates was enough! The slightly sore wrist can prove it, but this ink ......

Damn, keep grinding!

This time, her attention was focused on grinding the ink, and when the liquid in the inkstone was still clear, the strength of her hand increased slightly.

Another half pillar of incense, Shi Yu Kaoru stared at the small piece of slightly gray liquid, and gritted his teeth, is this really a piece of ink?!!

Isn't it a black stone?

How can there be ink that is hard to grind like this!!

At first, she thought it was a technical problem, but she tried several grinding methods, fast and slow, light and heavy, flat grinding sharp angle grinding, but there was no significant effect.

Tricking her again?

This stubborn black stone, do you want her to blow it up with a fire charm!

She glared at Mo Yan and was about to ask, when the man's voice beside her sounded faintly:

"If you can't even do this little thing, it's not much use to keep you."

The implication is that it depends on her ability to decide whether to keep her or not, and whether to give her the return to the origin tomorrow?!

Damn!

Sure enough, she was happy too early, and she still wanted to open it like this!

Door-slamming spokesperson!

She glared at the man leaning on the soft couch, snorted secretly, and began to ponder the ink strip in her hand and the ink inkstone on the flat table.

The ink strip is one finger wide, three bamboo-like, the tentacles are relatively smooth, and the mini bamboo flute that seems to be missing a hole is still solid!

The ink strip looks pretty normal!

She went to see the ink inkstone, the large bowl mouth, not carved with any pattern, simple and atmospheric, it seemed to be no different from the ink inkstone she had seen before.

She had already tried several methods, all of which were declared invalid, could it be that she also used spiritual power to grind ink?

Spiritual power? It seems possible!

But she hasn't gotten the recipe yet! She can't convert her natural spiritual power into her own spiritual power!

Tease her?!

She stared at the head of someone on the soft couch with great indignation, since he knew that she couldn't use spiritual power freely, why did he let her grind?

Look at the shape of the head...... The lines are clear, the arc is perfect, not like a stupid one!

So, there must be a way for her to do it...... Let's do it!

Since she can't use her own spiritual power, what about her natural spiritual power?

As soon as the thought fell, she took the ink strip and began to practice her idea, slowly gathering the spiritual power around her body, concentrating it on the ink strip, and began to grind.

At first, it didn't have any effect, but gradually she found that the spiritual power she had gathered seemed to be able to seep into the ink bar, and after seeping, the water in the ink inkstone gradually began to turn black!

This discovery made her extremely excited, her eyes lit up, and she continued to slowly and steadily infiltrate the natural spiritual power into the ink strip, while her hands did not stop.