At the corner of the corridor, a man in a vermilion costume walked slowly and said to Que Tianyun, "Don't you know the rules? ”

"Look at your round iron rod, you must be a member of the clan, so you should abide by the rules. The man smiled slightly, but without a hint of flattery.

Que Tianyun's face changed slightly, he incorporated the round iron rod in his hand into the spirit ring, watched the inspector leave, and sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring Xue Xiaofeng beside him.

Xue Xiaofeng shook his head and smiled slightly, stretched his waist, looked at the pierced chest, the blood flow gradually stopped, and he stepped into the painting pavilion.

Stepping in, the painting pavilion was empty, only to see that there was a spiritual light inside, from the eaves, white paper fell from the eaves, and it was impossible to see the situation inside.

And at the moment of stepping, the direction shifted, and the white paper changed its position as if it had been touched in some way, and I saw a vermilion desk in front of me, with all the pen and ink on it.

Xue Xiaofeng smiled slightly, walked to the vermilion platform, there was clear water oozing out of the inkstone, seeing this, he took off the ink block and slowly grinded it on it.

I saw a stream of spiritual power glowing with black spiritual light, blooming from it.

Soon, the ink cube dissolved slightly in the water, forming a black liquid, which flew out of the inkstone like a small droplet, floating in the air.

Mo Bai once said that the painting pavilion is not about spiritual power, but about literary talent and intelligence, and the inkstone is the real battlefield.

The first level is to shift and transpose, enter the painting pavilion, and touch the spirit array, unless you give up, you will be trapped in it and it will be difficult to get out.

The only thing that can crack the spirit array is to use spiritual power to dissolve the ink block, so that you can take out the brush and find the corresponding spirit array node in the white paper covered with flowers, so as to break the pavilion.

Obviously, the first step, Xue Xiaofeng failed, only to see that the ink floating in the air was extremely unstable, and as Xue Xiaofeng withdrew his spiritual power, it fell on his face like raindrops, making a big black face.

"It doesn't seem that simple. ”

Xue Xiaofeng shook his head again and again and smiled bitterly, raised his sleeves, wiped the black ink off his face, and said in his heart: Mo Bai's spiritual power is weak, and he has started to be a spirit formation master, and he should be familiar with the spirit method in this painting pavilion before he can break through the formation and arrive at Fang Yuan Pavilion.

One failure does not mean another failure.

Xue Xiaofeng adjusted his state, and a touch of spiritual light passed through his fingertips, holding the ink stick on the inkstone.

Don't let the ink splash on your face, Xue Xiaofeng frowned, didn't dare to be careless, stared at the ink pool on the inkstone, and gently pressed down with his wrist, rotating counterclockwise

Suddenly, the two strokes of clear water were like dewdrops sliding on the lotus leaves in the morning, the spiritual power was less transmitted, and the strength of the wrist was lighter, and the ink block was difficult to dissolve.

On the contrary, with too much spiritual power and a slight exertion of the wrist, the clear water was like eroded water, impregnated with ink blocks, and instantly turned into water droplets, slowly floating into the air.

Wave, wave, wave!

The blisters of spiritual power injected into those inks instantly exploded in the air like disillusioned foam, turning into ink and spilling it on the ground.

Damn!

Xue Xiaofeng was about to go crazy, the ink block was about to dissolve in the clear water, dissolving into the clear water, but when he was about to succeed, wisps of spiritual power in the ink pool diverged, and a few ink droplets floated into the air again.

As a result, the red clothes were still stained with several ink spots.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Xue Xiaofeng simply did not wipe the juice on his face, but tried again to control the release of spiritual power!

At that moment, he twisted his sour neck, adjusted his sitting posture, and slowly injected spiritual power into his fingertips again, holding the square-shaped ink block.

This time, Xue Xiaofeng was not in a hurry to put it into the ink pool, but adjusted the spiritual power, and after the spiritual power injected into his fingertips reached a stable delivery state, it was submerged into the ink pool again.

"Qing Shui, that's right. Seeing that the ink block stretched into the ink pool, a wisp of clear mirror-like water appeared instantly, Xue Xiaofeng muttered to himself: "If the ink block has no mystery, then the problem must appear in the clear water." ”

Looking at the pool of clean water, Xue Xiaofeng hesitated, not in a hurry to grind, but just stared at the ink pool, seeing that there was no movement, his wrist was slightly gripped, and spiritual power was injected, this time, Xue Xiaofeng's spiritual power was released slowly, and the force of his fingers was very small, instead of wanting to dissolve it instantly.

He was waiting, waiting for something strange to happen, after all, there had been many previous attempts, all of which had ended in failure.

But this time is different, in my memory, in that world, there have been countless such experiments to test patience.

If there is no problem, the ink block in his hand will definitely be able to slowly dissolve under the control of spiritual power.

For about half a pillar of incense, I saw a thick block of ink, and a very fine black substance on it melted into the strange clear water, turning into a little clear ink.

Although there are not many of them, they can be used to decipher a brush and use it to crack a node.

However, it is not enough to crack all twenty-four nodes hidden in the blank paper.

The corners of Xue Xiaofeng's mouth curled slightly, and his joy instantly retracted, and he continued to release his weak spiritual power, flowing on the ink block.

As time passed, suddenly, the ink cube that felt as solid as black iron became extremely soft, and it was like a puddle of soft mud in his hand, and it instantly collapsed into the pool, and a trace of cool mist poured out from the crack in the wall of the ink pool.

As if touched by some kind of touch, the inkwell swirled slowly to match the remaining clear water, and in an instant, the ink took shape and lay calmly in the inkwell.

Xue Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, although his body was already sweating, and there were bursts of soreness and numbness in his arms.

However, the ink was formed, and his face was full of relief, after all, with these strange inks, even if he succeeded for the most part, after all, the most important items in this pavilion were these precious inks.

Xue Xiaofeng puffed up, did not pause, and took off a finger-thick brush from the pen holder.

The archer held it and looked at the hanging paper hanging in front of him.

Through the gaps, as far as the eye can see, it is all white, and I can't find anything unusual, and I can't start for a while.

"Damn, damnable"

Xue Xiaofeng even opened the paper curtain, and found that every hanging paper in it was extremely snow-white, and there was nothing unusual, until he walked into the distance, only to find that there was no end at all.

After all, I had carefully looked at the size of the Spirit Pavilion before, but I had touched the size of two Spirit Pavilions in front of me, but it had not yet come to an end.

"It seems that this must be the formation at work. Xue Xiaofeng shook his head and protected the brush in his hand like a treasure, for fear of dyeing a certain piece of hanging paper.

Turning back, he made up his mind and hurriedly went back to find the desk that had been placed in the original place.

After a short break, he stood up and looked at the hanging paper again.

The walls on both sides of the curtain are two feet wide, but it is the gap that is two feet wide, and the white paper and the wooden wall extend inward to the depths, boundless, with no end in sight, and the place is white.

"There is no solution, and there is no solution. ”

Xue Xiaofeng paced, shook his head again and again, and asked himself: In the painting pavilion, the first level is a test of patience, so what should the second level be?

Before, I just listened to Mo Bai proudly boast about how to pass this level, and it was extremely easy.

But looking at the vast sea of paper, I felt a difficulty in my heart, and it was extremely easy, I am afraid this is not so simple, Xue Xiaofeng shook his head.

Xue Xiaofeng's spiritual power surged, mobilized all the spiritual power in the spiritual spring, slowly released it, formed a spiritual group centered on himself, and walked into the nearest hanging paper to himself.

Previously, Mo Bai mentioned that he used spiritual power to touch the ink block and use it for grinding, but he did not propose a way to crack the paper array.

However, instead of staying where you are and doing nothing, it is better to release your spiritual power to the maximum and walk into it to see if you can touch the hanging paper and something strange happens.

One step, two steps,,, three hundred steps!

After walking for more than three hundred steps, Xue Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, with this state of releasing spirits, it would not last long at all, after all, the spiritual power was drawn from the void with the spiritual spring as the source, and if it was released too much, it was very likely that the spiritual power would dry up and die.

"Twenty-four nodes, where are they?"

Tear and pull!

Xue Xiaofeng couldn't suppress the depression in his heart for a while, and tore off the hanging papers in front of him one by one.

This, how is this possible!!

Xue Xiaofeng turned around, and the hanging paper seemed to be alive, tearing a piece, moving around, and patching it onto the torn paper.

Damn, it's simple, it's a simple fart, it's boundless, you can't find anything unusual at all, it's like a maze.

Xue Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, and his heart was already extremely depressed.

"The hour is coming, if you can't pass this level, you can choose to give up, give up, and you will be rewarded with thirty medium-grade spirit stones. ”

At this time, a voice came from all directions, it was a man's voice, there was no emotion in his tone, and the words were clear.

Although thirty medium-grade spirit stones are also a fortune for Xue Xiaofeng, however, giving up, in Xue Xiaofeng's inner world, he has never given up, and some are just tenacious and arrogant.

Even if the hour is approaching, Xue Xiaofeng can still get () before the end, and the latter just has to continue to stay in this boring and airtight sea of paper.

"Simple ,,, 24 nodes ,,,"

Xue Xiaofeng covered his head tightly, silently reciting the words Mo Bai said before, and replaying in his mind every word of what the two said on the street.

"By the way, twenty-four ,,, are those twenty-four. ”

Xue Xiaofeng suddenly realized, it was so simple, he didn't expect it, and as he spoke, he tore off the paper curtain in front of him without any scruples, and ran wildly in the direction of the desk.

"Twenty-four, that is, twenty blank sheets of paper hanging at the front. ”

Xue Xiaofeng muttered to himself, rushed out of the sea of papers, stopped in front of the desk, tapped his fingers in the air, and counted the paper curtains placed at the front, and sure enough, the paper at the front had a total of twenty-four blank papers.

"Simple, really simple. Xue Xiaofeng picked up the pen and held the brush bow with the thickness of his thumb in his hand.

Suddenly, he was furious and dipped the brush on the first twenty sheets of white paper.

"Yes, that's good. ”

Looking at each of the ghost-like calligraphy and paintings, Xue Xiaofeng nodded frequently.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the sea of papers, from far to near, and they all fell to the ground, leaving only a painting.

"It's not that you can clear the customs by cracking twenty nodes, why hasn't the wooden door been opened? ”

Xue Xiaofeng was curious, and when he looked around, there was still an endless sea of white papers, but those papers all fell to the ground.

Five steps forward, looking at the painting left in the air, his brows were tightly knit, and he was about to go crazy.

No matter what, no matter what, Lao Tzu endured it!

Xue Xiaofeng stroked his chest, as if he wanted to smooth out his indescribable anger, and looked carefully at the calligraphy and painting hanging in the air.

It is a picture of a beauty, the lines on it are extremely soft, the beauty is wearing a green silk, and her face is full of smiles, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye at a glance.

It's just that the picture of the beauty is hanging upside down, and there is a sign on it, which reads: Magic Music.

"Mole, your grandmother's, you actually painted it. ”

Xue Xiaofeng scolded, and after working for a long time, he actually saw his works.

After scolding, he looked at this beauty picture carefully, and saw that there was a blank space below, Xue Xiaofeng's eyes were slight, and he read: This word hides three words, and hits a spirit animal.

teased: "Feelings are a guessing puzzle, a spirit beast is still three words." ”

Xue Xiaofeng shook his head, denied the spirit beast that he thought of in his heart, and then looked at the upside-down beauty picture that seemed to be the opposite of the inscription, and confirmed that this picture was upside down.

"Beauty hangs upside down, a three-word spirit animal. ”

Xue Xiaofeng slapped his buttocks, held the brush in his hand, dipped the ink in the inkpool, and wrote three words crookedly in the blank space.

King Eight!

ps: The American word is taken apart, read it upside down, is it the king eight? hahaha~ To be continued)