Under the instructions of the ancestors, the farmer sat down on the monument and began to operate the method of spitting.

The torch had been extinguished, and the ancestor did not light it again, but sat in the distance, staring nervously at Tian Nongxiang, muttering in his heart that he could evolve earlier.

Five hours, ten hours, one day, two days...... It wasn't until noon on the third day that Tian Nongxiang opened his eyes. I looked around rather strangely, because during the operation of the method of breathing, as before, nothing strange happened.

Beside him, Old Ancestor was looking at him quietly, "Take a rest and eat something." ”

"Why is there no movement?" Tian Nongxiang looked at the ancestor suspiciously, although the cave was pitch black, Tian Nongxiang saw the ancestor's frowning brows clearly. Why he can see at night, even he can't tell.

"It's still a long time, why be in a hurry?" Old Ancestor took out some jerky and poured a bowl of water in front of him, and said as calmly as possible.

Tian Nongxiang took the food and water, nibbled on it casually, and muttered in his heart: Am I not related to this wordless monument?

In fact, the ancestor was also quite puzzled at the moment, it stands to reason that if he can operate the method of breathing for so long in one go, there should be some movement in the wordless tablet. But today it was a big surprise to him, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"Does the method of tuna really work?" asked Tian Nongxiang, chewing on his jerky.

The ancestor chuckled in his heart, in fact, he himself was not sure, because cultivation requires fate, if this child has no relationship with the stone tablet, it will be in vain to work hard. But he didn't want to sweep the fields and farmers, and said: "The way of cultivation is the most taboo. ”

Tian Nongxiang was convinced of the ancestor's words, nodded, and said with a smile: "I'll try again later." ”

Old Ancestor stared at him quietly and did not reply.

Seeing that the ancestor was like this, Tian Nongxiang didn't ask any more questions, and looked around while chewing on the jerky. Suddenly he felt a figure standing next to the sarcophagus in front of him, and his heart was shocked, and he wanted to turn his head and pretend that he had not seen it, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not take his eyes off, because he clearly saw that the figure was smiling at him.

"Ancestor, did you see that?" he asked softly.

"What?" Old Ancestor's voice sounded beside him.

"Emperor!" Tian Nongxiang's voice trembled slightly.

The ancestor hurriedly looked around, but there was nothing in the darkness. Secretly surprised in his heart, he suddenly asked, "Can you spy at night?"

Tian Nongxiang's heart was shocked, but he forgot about this layer. I was going to admit it, but when the words came to my mouth, I said, "Maybe it's an illusion." ”

The ancestor didn't ask any more questions, it was impossible for a baby with no cultivation to have such ability, and if he didn't use his divine sense, he wouldn't even be able to do it himself. Then he smiled, "No wonder you got nothing. If you can't calm your mind, it's a waste of time. ”

Tian Nongxiang nodded, maybe.

After resting for a while, Tian Nongxiang got up and put his palm on the tablet, and once again silently ran the method of spitting. In the darkness, Tian Nongxiang calmed down again, silent, and deadly silent. In the body, the "Saint" character slowly rose up, slowly swimming around the body with the air current.

At this moment, there was a faint sound in the corner of the cave. The ancestor was shocked in his heart, and secretly screamed that it was not good. Because the sound came from the outer hole, which was a mechanism connecting the inner hole with the outside. The voice sounded, and it must have happened to the outer cave. He hurriedly got up and groped his way to the entrance of the cave, and in a very hidden place, he turned the mechanism, and the wall of the cave creaked and cracked. The Ancestor dodged out and hurried between the stalactites......

A white shadow leaned out of the sarcophagus again, sat on the side of the sarcophagus, staring at Tian Nongxiang and laughing silently.

At this moment, Tian Nongxiang was immersed in the process of operating the method of breathing, and he was unaware of the things around him. At this time, with a "pop", the Qiankun pan fell out of his arms and happened to roll at the foot of the stele.

Bai Ying got up and approached slowly, reached out to pick up the Qiankun plate, turned it over and looked at it for a while, pinched it and quietly left, hidden in the sarcophagus.

At this time, Tian Nongxiang had no cultivation and didn't know anything about what had just happened. Of course, if he really wanted to see the white shadow and reach out and pinch something, he would definitely run away. Not to mention copying the wordless monument, it is difficult to stay here for a moment.

Inside the cave, there was a deathly silence. Seven or eight hours later, the rune in his body slowly flowed to his arm, and it circulated in the palm of his hand for a while, and suddenly, with a pop, the rune left his body and manifested at the junction between his palm and the stone tablet. Tian Nongxiang was shocked, his heart was pounding, he suddenly opened his eyes, and hurriedly retreated.

The "holy" character was clearly outlined on the stele, gradually blurring, as if it was about to be integrated into the stele.

What is the situation, is the stele going to take something from me?" he quickly reached out and pressed it on the rune.

He could clearly feel the faint pulsation of the rune. He hurriedly stabilized his mind and calmed down, wanting to run the method of breathing again, in order to lead the rune back.

At this time, the rune gradually enlarged on the stone tablet, overflowing his palm, becoming the size of a bowl, and after another quarter of an hour, the rune was already more than a meter high, and the thick and strong font seemed to be engraved on the stone tablet.

Tian Nongxiang suddenly opened his eyes, anxious. Because although he tried to restrain his mind, he was never able to operate the method of breathing again.

When he saw the huge word "saint", he was frightened and hurriedly took a few steps back. Dark thought: When others come to copy this monument, I am good to be copied by this monument.

"Ancestor, Ancestor!" he shouted anxiously, seeing that no one answered, looking around, how could there be a figure of the ancestor? He broke out in a cold sweat in vain: When did the old man leave?

Tian Nongxiang took a few steps back, stared at the stone tablet and shouted unwillingly, "Why did you take my things?"

His voice echoed through the cave for a long time. When the place fell silent again, the rune enlarged and blurred a lot on the stele.

After another cup of tea, the "sacred" character completely dimmed, gradually nothing, and finally completely integrated into the stone tablet, and there was nothing left.

Tian Nongxiang looked at this strange scene and muttered secretly: What is this, he originally took advantage of it, but he lost money.

At this time, the stele suddenly shone brightly, and the original black and smooth surface gradually emerged dense lines, and the upper half of the stele was generally paved tightly if the map was generally made.

Tian Nongxiang hurriedly walked closer, and looked up at the dense lines while caressing: Is this what you want to copy? Obviously it's a map, is this trick useful? Treasure map? The old guy cheated me, right?

Although he pondered it like this, he was unwilling: maybe this is really the so-called ancient Xuanjing. He comforted himself as he began from the beginning, carefully observing the lines, and even trying to write them down, but no matter how much he stared at them, it was to no avail. Because those lines are staggered and reciprocated, there is no regularity to speak of, and they don't leave much imprint in their minds.