He suppressed the excitement in his heart and whispered a mantra.

——

"Eight doors, the flower in the leaves, the leaves under the flowers, the seeker here pleads, the way of the law, the way of the secret. ”

The dew shuddered for a moment, then did not respond.

Have you been deceived?

Bai He frowned, could it be that kid had a huge guts beyond his cognition, and he dared to lie to him?

He immediately realized that this suspicion was unnecessary, and that it was his own impatience that caused his reason to be short-circuited briefly.

Just when he decided to wait patiently first and then check if there was a problem with a certain detail, the Jinhua in front of him suddenly changed!

The eight leaves shine from top to bottom in eight different colors: white, red, blue, purple, green, black, silver, gray, and the petals change from opening to closing, as if they have regained their budding appearance in an instant.

The light condensed in the middle of the bud, an illusory door appeared out of thin air, and the surrounding environment seemed to be covered with a vague illusion.

Shirakawa's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt as if he had blended into some phantom.

Above that portal, he saw that the magical energy he had sensed was intricately and intimately wound around it, and an ethereal voice seemed to emanate from the void, reaching his ears unmistakably:

"The way is in sight, and the door must be opened by itself. ”

He saw the phantom he had blended into and chanted the incantation in a loud voice, and the energy in the magic net became lively and vibrant in the low chanting, and a shocking thought shook Shirakawa's consciousness.

He saw a pair of hands grab magical energy from the void, condensing into a complex and clear structure between their palms.

Just as he had 'seen' the structure clearly, the illusion suddenly vanished, and all that was left in front of him were shimmering leaves and closed flowers, and the huge door in his consciousness became a small point of light, flickering at the top of the bud.

The way is in sight, and the door must be opened.

Bai He muttered and repeated, looking at his paws, savoring the sensation of just grabbing energy.

He knew what this 'test' was.

......

Out of breath, Jonk ran back to the little house under the garden, where he had planted flowers as a child and where he often slept when his playmates were not pursuing their dreams in the nearby Sumire Garden.

He gasped for breath, although he had become numb to the tossing of the white dragon in the last few days, the mental pressure still made him almost collapse, and at this time, he was finally able to calm down.

No, it's not safe here.

Suddenly, he panicked again.

How could the hell the entrance test of the Tower of Eight Leaves be so easy?

After only one guidance, he used his memory and feeling to release the magic net energy to penetrate into the third ring of the door opening spell!

Jonk has been learning spells for eight years, and now the real casting level is not enough to use it!

I don't know if there is one of the millions of mortals who can pass this test without touching the magic net, I'm afraid that only true peerless geniuses and monsters can pass that test.

As someone who had lived with such a 'peerless genius' or 'monster' for several years, and had studied magic for many years, Jonker knew all too well how perverted it would take to complete this test.

No, you can't stay here, if that dragon fails, you'll be angry!

Jonk hurriedly packed his clothes, walked out of the house, didn't even take the path, just stepped on the weed stalks in the field, and looked up to the sky from time to time, until he crossed two paths, and was slightly relieved.

There is a small forest in front of you, as long as you enter it, your life will be guaranteed.

The assurance of his life made his mood relax for the first time in nearly a month, and then it was a kind of flesh pain that came from behind - all his possessions, including the spell book, although it was only an ordinary spell book worth 15 gold coins, made of the lowest grade herbs as a magic medium, but all the magic he knew how to use was recorded on it, and if he lost this spell book, he would have to spend a minimum of a month to recopy the basic spell of the spell.

If a spell does not have a base spell in a spell book, even the preparation ritual cannot be completed in the book.

In other words, the plunder of the white dragon not only made him a poor egg, but also a waste.

"Ah, great Schuna, why did you spare my life, and why did you let me suffer so much?" he grumbled.

At that moment a hurried sound of horses' hooves came from one side, and he turned to look at the dusty snowhorse and the female knight on the horse, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Is that you?" Ms. Lillian?"

"Hamm is up, you're still alive?!" After more than ten days of continuous tracking, and thanks to the white dragon's straight flight direction and the traces of igniting the barbecue, Lilian was able to see her target at this time.

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, in her upright thoughts, it was her own actions that caused the wizard to be caught by the white dragon unsuspectingly, and at this moment her heart was relieved, and she was finally relieved from the guilt of the possible second half of her life:

"Thank goodness what happened?"

Jonk's reaction was even more unbearable, he cried excitedly, although the woman in front of him had given him great pain, but at this time he saw someone come to save him (although it was too late), a strong feeling of emotion and excitement made him lie on Lillian's chest and cry: "Ah! You can't imagine it! That demon! That demon-like white dragon! He actually forced me to teach him a spell! Hell! I told him the secret door of the Tower of Eight Leaves, and finally framed it away, and I escaped with my life! Take me away! He won't be able to pass the test of the Tower of Eight Leaves! If he finds out that I lied to him, I'll definitely die!"

......

Bai He opened his eyes and frowned at the new dense three pages of spells that appeared in the spell book.

This is the 'basic spell' of the spell, which records the operation of the spell, and is mixed with the magic to infuse this spell book, so that the spell book has the power to carry the spell, and then the spell preparation, copying, and casting can be completed in the spell book.

Shirakawa knew that the goalkeeper's 'base spell' was imprinted on the spell book, and it was impossible for him to study the spell thoroughly through the base spell before casting the spell to open the door, not to mention whether he could understand it all - the light spots on the buds were dying out at a slow but visible speed, and this exam obviously had a time limit.

Then the significance of the existence of this 'base spell' is only that he does not need Bai He to painstakingly study this spell, but only needs him to imitate the spell of the illusion just now.

"Feeling...... Base Mantra ...... Incantations...... Posture. ”

All kinds of feelings went through Bai He's mind, as a natural magic beast, that feeling was difficult to subside, the only trouble was...... The magical structure of the key.

He only glanced at it, and although he remembered most of it, this instantaneous memory could easily disappear very quickly, even if he tried to maintain it, it was still dissipating.

As a last resort, Bai He asked for help from relatives and friends: "Research Institute, do you remember what you just saw?"

"No, we think only you can see it. ”

The Trisolara's answer made Shirakawa discouraged for a while, indeed, although he saw those things, those things did not exist in the retina, but in the senses.

"However, we've recorded the roadmap of what you're focused on, and if you can remember the time of day, you might be able to figure out what you're looking for. ”

"Can this work?" Shirakawa was overjoyed: "Hurry up, hurry up, quickly tune it out!"

A pattern with chaotic lines and scattered dots uploaded to Shirakawa's retina, and he closed his eyes, and in the midst of his feelings, he quickly found what he was looking for.

Extraneous scatters and chaotic lines disappear from the diagram, revealing a clear magical structure.

"Yes, that's ......"

"The dust and sand of the void, the scattering, the ashes of the door, the light, the water, the flowers and leaves......"

Shirakawa's spirit was highly concentrated, as if he had just experienced it in the illusion, and he slowly raised one of his claws, and the magic power vibrated in the air, converging into something with his chanting.

As he finished speaking, feeling the magic vibrations of the void unbearable, he opened his eyes and copied the spell on the blank page of the spell book.

There is no ink on the nib, but the magic automatically converges into words, line by line, on the white page.

He closed his eyes and began to prepare for the second part of the spell.